#michael myers x reader x corey cunningham

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MICHAEL MYERS x YOU

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It's Halloween (babysitting w/ CC) (3.5k)

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[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Say yes to heaven (say yes to me) ❞

Michael Myers x gn!reader x Corey Cunningham | dating drabble | graphic description of violence, mentions of nsfw things |

req: I’ve been absolutely obsessed with Michael and Corey recently and was wondering if we could get some Michael x Reader x Corey action going here? Just general headcanons of how that relationship would go!! <;33

Your boyfriends are truly on opposite ends on nearly every spectrum.

Not just in age — which, let's discuss before anything else.

Michael is in his 60's while Corey is in his 20's — by themselves? They make a pretty unlikely couple, but they're also clearly deranged, so no one can comment on that.

Throwing you in the picture? Chaos erupts.

Despite his age, Michael's impulse control is something that's held together by a stringy shoelace and tape. Don't get me wrong, Corey's just as awful but somehow it's slightly better than Michael's.

All this to say, if you're just as awful at controlling your impulses? The devil himself will need to leash all three of you before Haddonfield is plunged into total destruction.

The sewers aren't an ideal living space but it brings Michael a smidge of comfort, so when Corey's parents mysteriously 'disappear' he works on making an underground tunnel of sorts so Michael can come and go as he pleases.

Corey and you joke it's basically your boyfriends' doggy door and Michael death-glared from where he stood.

Michael is a tough nut to crack — but his weakness has been and will always be acts of service.

A warm meal, a warm bath, getting bloodstains off his clothes...

Helping him shave.

He is truly spoiled by Corey and you because now when he tries to shave he finds himself inexplicably frustrated it's not your fingers tilting his head back or Corey's deadly hands carefully going along the grain.

You've walked into the bathroom and yelled in shock when the lights switch on to reveal Michael standing near the sink with his razor blade, a frown oh-so-prominent on his face.

"...Do you need some help, babe?" Michael's scruffy face that glowers at you is all the answer you need.

Though a man of few words, the little things he does is more than telling of how much he cares about his lovers.

The daily pouches/bags/backpacks/etc Corey and you use are always filled with your necessities. Whether it be hand sanitiser, wet wipes, or mints — he even makes sure to slip your phones, wallets and keys in before you two leave. Michael doesn't engage in these mundane things but he knows they're important to you so he assists anyways.

Corey fills Michael's silence with his voice. Once he gets to talk about something that interests him, he could talk for hours on end and Michael is a great listener (even if he looks as though he's not paying attention).

Corey's a big fan of physical touch. He loves making it known that you're his in public and adores it just as much when you return the gesture — he turns red when Michael and you hold him between your bodies.

When your murderous partners are off to fulfil their homicidal needs, they tread carefully on their way to the bathroom once they're home. You've laid out a tarp to ease their journey, please keep the crime scene contained, boys.

Michael and Corey stalk you and each other — it can't be helped. They just need to make sure their lovers are safe.

Michael will steal for both of you. If any of you eye something for more than 10 seconds in a store, not 24 hours later it's vanished and 'somehow' appeared in your shared bedroom.

Date nights are comfortable and chaotic. Corey is sweet, his plans involve someplace hidden where the three of you can just be. Michaels' are more unconventional in a way that's endearing because he's an old man and an infamous killer.

Sewers are his go-to transportation and then when the three of you pop out he monotonously gestures to a beautiful home that's almost bordering a mansion. He opens the doors, meanders to the lavish dining room and there's the grand feast the couple he'd just slaughtered were going to eat.

"Thank you, Michael" Corey's grin is impossibly crooked and bright while you press a kiss to Michael's masked cheek — Michael's old heart squeezes with adoration.

Oftentimes, Michael experiences cuteness aggression. He has to hold himself back from physically grabbing you and Corey by your necks and shaking you around.

Peepaw appreciates all your music tastes. As long as you like it, he'll like it.

You're always in the centre when you three cuddle up. It's hot, they run hot — don't recommend it during summer nights.

Your boyfriends are velcro boyfriends though, good luck.

This is a bit silly, but Corey taught Michael about his job (he talked about the ins and outs of vehicles and Michael listened as he watched Corey work on his bike).

Michael can't be trusted on or in vehicles but there was one occasion where a victim had both you and Corey put in a tough spot and Michael had mowed them down on Corey's bike.

Corey picks you up from work but sometimes, an older man dressed in a rugged leather jacket and motorcycle helmet pops up and your coworkers whisper about you allegedly "cheating" on Corey.

("Cheating?" your coworker nods. They had bumped into Corey in a coffee shop and caught the mechanic, their guilt too strong to keep it a secret. To their surprise, Corey laughs as they describe the mysterious older gentleman with scarred hands. "No, no, (Y/N)'s not cheating — that's our boyfriend", your coworkers could not look you in the eye for a few days after that, much too embarrassed.)

Michael is a fan of watching. He's quite content with it, getting off on watching his beautiful lovers writhing in pleasure.

Corey's just pumped full of stamina — so much energy pent up in his body that quickies are rarely ever quick when it comes to Corey.

When Michael joins though? It's one hell of a ride for everyone.

The reason your bedframe is reinforced and your mattress is huge is so clear when your entire body is covered in teeth marks, bruises, scratches and stained with sweat, tears, blood and cum.

Corey's such an eager puppy. Obedient but so stupid when he's drunk on your taste.

Michael's grunts and growls always have you and Corey whining. His hands are just so big that when they cover your mouth you can barely breathe.

The thrill you get knowing the hands that worship and claim you are the same hands that have slaughtered and murdered countless of people? Indescribable.

Sometimes, when they reach the bedroom before they wash up after a kill they all but pounce on you.

"I'll clean it later" Corey mumbles as he rips your sleeping garments away, Michael holds you firmly to his chest — his raging hardon pressed on your ass as you squirm.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you, just, just needed this" Corey's lips are smeared with blood and spit and when you're on all fours with your face against Michael's crotch you know why. Those bloody streaks on his curved cock belonged to Corey whose fucking the air out of your lungs.

Michael has the best head game, lmao. The old man can deep-throat dick like a professional — Corey came so fast when Michael first did it to him and the both of you could not stop pestering Michael on where he learned how to do that.

He teaches both of you his tricks. Refuses to indulge in how he knows it.

[provokedgoalie]

this pic makes me unhinged

[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Werewolf! Slashers X Reader Headcannons

Author's note: I had this idea since I done Werewolf Michael, Jason, Corey, and Billy. I figured I would do other slashers fucking Reader.

18+ Minors DNI Teratophilla

Characters: Michael Myers (78, 07 and 2018), Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Corey Cunningham, Thomas Hewitt, and Bubba Saywer

Michael Myers 78

Being spicy, he wants to fuck in his Werewolf forme

Better have him lick your pussy, he definitely needs it

The big Wolf like cock lines up with your hole till he pushed in

You better hold on for dear life. He's thrusting hard and fast

The feeling of his knot hitting the entrance of you pussy is mind melting

He's going to push his knot into you as he's close to cumming.

Ropes of hot seeds floods your womb as he cums

Globs of semen leaking as he slowly pulled his cock out

You want this to happen again another time cause if the pleasure

Jason Voorhees

Him being horny in his Lycan form , he doesn't want to go down on you cause he doesn't want to hurt you with his Cock

Being turned on by his monstrous Wolf dick you began to give him oral

Jason being confused by this but didn't let you stop. It was feeling good on his throbbing cock

You slide onto him with ease, filling you up

Riding on Jason's cock, you moaned as you glide up and down on him

Jason started to thrust into you as he held on to your hips.

"Good Boy Jason, who's a good boy?" You said as you moaned, he whimpered, saying me

Jason pushed you onto his Knot as you both orgasm. Hot seed shot out of his tip as your womb fills up, bloating your stomach

He slides out as you kiss his nose

Michael Myers RZ

Oh boy, he's going to make you feel real good

Big boy is eating you out to make you wet enough for his red rocket to slide in with is

Michael is going to put you on all fours as he slides in

You went to Pound Town as he held on to your hips

His cock was big and felt real good. Feeling full from his dick fucking into your cunt

The drool fell from his mouth and fell on your back, and he continuously fucks you.

As he got close to cumming, he pushed his knot into your hole as you orgasm

Once, twice, and held as he fills you up with ropes of cum

"Oh my god, Michael, you could make me pregnant from that load." You said as you felt his dick finish his release

Sliding his dick out, his seed leaked out of your enlarged Pussy

Brahms Heelshire

Him being a Wolfman than a Werewolf, he gotten a bit gurthy down there

Still he wants to give you a great time

Being careful as he can, he slides in after teasing your clit

"Oh god, Brahmsy." You said as he thrusts into you

Beauty and The Beast eat your heart out

Brahms will hold on to you as he was getting closer to cumming

He howls when he releases, filling up your womb with his Seed

"Who's my good boy." You said

Peepaw Michael Myers

Old Dog learns new Tricks

He's definitely needs a good release

Wet as you can be he will side his cock in before he starts pounding

His balls will slap against your ass while he fucks you

You'll be in so much pleasure as Michael fills your hole with his big wolf cock

His knot will get pushed in when Michael Cums filling your pussy while he Howls

His seed leaks out when he pulls out

Bo Sinclair

Oh baby, he's Big when he's a Rougarou

He'll tease you with his big cock before he'll slip in

Oh God, he's going to make you scream in pleasure as he fills you up, hitting every spot in you

He doesn't have a knot, but just have a bigger cock compared to him when he's human

When he's about to cum He'll thrust closer to you before he'll still as his semen fills your womb

"Oh Bo, Fuck, Fuck, Your filling me up"

He'll stay there till he finishes

He'll pull out when he's done

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent hates the pain of changing, but the fact you're turned on by his form was a Shock to him

You give him oral on his big penis, going for a bit deep throat

Vincent's foot taps vigorously from the pleasure of your mouth

You bounce on him as he held your hips, so don't fall off

Eyes roll in the back of your head as the pleasure of Vincent's cock in your pussy

He carefully lays you down as he begins to continue the pace

Vincent thrusts and thrusts before stopping as he shakes from the pleasure as he fills your hole with his Cum

He pulls out afterward before you kiss his nose

Thomas Hewitt

He's not furry compared to an average Werewolf cause if he would overheat from the Texas heat

But he's got a big dick with a knot like a Werewolf

My God, you're going to be wided up by Thomas

Being careful about his big dick into your small hole, he'll slowly push in before gently thrusting

Every spot in your vagina was being hit by Thomas's cock as he carefully thrusts

As he started to pick up the pace, as you became more wet

Thomas started pounds into you as you screamed in pleasure

His thrusting started to become sloppy as he put you in the Mating Press

His knot will get pushed in before he'll still letting his cum fill you up making your belly bloated

He's staying in to plug you

Corey Cunningham

The fact that you're dating him, the poor boy got bitten by Michael after he left a party you both attended

Oh boy, when you discover him in his Werewolf forme, you couldn't help but think about that side when you both sleep in your bed

He changed while you both were having sex. You felt how big he was getting while he changed

Oh baby, you became so turned on by the Werewolf part. He felt the difference when he finished charging

It's hard pounding away

He's going to fuck you real good as you squealed from pleasure

Corey will hold your hips before his thrusting becomes sloppy as he gets closer to his orgasm

You reach yours when he stilled

He pulls out before he finishes cumming leting some paint your stomach

Bubba Saywer

Much like Thomas, Bubba doesn't have much hair either. But has the same big dong

He was shocked about you wanting him to bang you (Teratophilla is straight on here)

Being careful like Thomas, Bubba will push his tip into your hole before thrusting

Bubba loved how tight you were compared when he's human

"Oh, Bubba, you feel so good."

Bubba will pick up the pace while his knot smacks against your pussy and clit making you unwhined

You locked him as he pounds away as you moaned in pleasure

He'll push his knot when he's close to cumming and still as he let ropes of cum release into your womb

He's giving you kisses afterwards

[djorgcre]

this is my meal i call this ✨girl dinner✨

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Slashers Responding to you Saying “My Friends Don’t Like Me Anymore”

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes:

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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𖹭 ── Halloween.

Michael Myers.

Domestic life.

Summary: What would it be like to live with these different slashers/killers.

Run, rabbit, run.

Summary: What would the slashers be like with an S/O who has a high sex drive and is very submissive.

Feed the hungry.

Summary: What would these slashers be like with an S/O who likes breast play.

Corey Cunningham.

Love languages.

Summary: Some of the love languages of some of the slashers/killers.

Karma is my boyfriend.

Summary: Your ex boyfriend was always very controlling, mean, and just plain toxic towards you, thankfully you got out of that relationship and started dating Corey who was way nicer to you and was a very devoted lover. Unfortunately, ghosts from your past haunted you, but karma was always on your side.

The great war.

Summary: You and Corey have known each other for years, and you never really had a lot of fights, but there are some issues that can't be ignored for long.

Lover of mine.

Summary: You had a rough and exhausting week, but it was worth it if you got to have moments like this with your boyfriend Corey.

Begging.

Summary: It felt really good to push your boyfriends buttons and see how desperate he could get, but it felt even better to give him what he wanted.

Would've, could've, should've.

Summary: You were always nice with Corey without caring about what everyone else said about him, but you should've cared, and you should've run when you had the chance.

Wiped kisses.

Summary: After scrolling on your phone for an hour and a half, you saw a pretty funny trend on tiktok and decided to try out on your boyfriend Corey.

Glass.

Summary: Your boyfriend Corey could be a bit possessive, and he made it very clear that he loved when you had something on that showed that you were his, so you decided to tease him a bit by wearing his shirt.

Jealousy.

Summary: Corey was an amazing boyfriend, but sometimes his insecurities could make him say things he didn't really mean.

Foolish.

Summary: Corey couldn't be more proud to be your boyfriend. He loves you so much. He would do anything for you. Any obstacle that threatens your relationship deserves to be eliminated.

Family function.

Summary: You never knew how to deal with feelings in a healthy normal way, usually you never liked anyone enough to have to face that problem but Corey was different and he made you feel stronger things anyone has ever made you feel before.

Bear hugs.

Summary: You didn't really like working late, but you did like getting picked up by your boyfriend Corey when you had to work late.

Lemon, milk and chai tea.

From this prompt list.

When you walk away.

Summary: You loved your best friend Corey, maybe a bit too much, so it was completely normal for you to get hurt when he left you behind for Allyson. What maybe wasn't normal was how you reacted to this.

365.

Summary: Your friend Corey could maybe have a weird attitude, but how could you get mad at him when he was always there when you felt upset or lonely.

Dream of you.

Summary: You had a rather heated dream, and your boyfriend Corey helped you out when he noticed.

Little secret.

Summary: Your boyfriend Corey wanted you to go with him to a "family reunion," and things ended up getting a bit spicy without your parents-in-law knowledge.

Fluff a to z/abc with Corey.

Illicit affairs.

Summary: After finding out evidence of the reason why you've been colder lately, Corey decided to take matters into his own hands.

Laurie Strode.

Nothing yet.

Allyson Nelson.

Nothing yet.

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How slashers would react to a s/o with separation anxiety.

Hey guys! So sorry I haven't posted sooner. I was visiting family. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Includes: Bo Sinclair, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham and Otis Driftwood.

Warnings: Mention of kidnap and separation anxiety (duh)

Bo Sinclair

He normally doesn't mind you staying pretty close to him at all times but when he gets annoyed/mad during the day he takes it out on you.

Would make jokes about how you follow him around like a lost puppy.

If he left without telling you then came back later only to find you having an anxiety attack, he would try his best to help calm you down.

RZ Micharl Myers

He is always close by no matter what. Even if you can't see him you know he's around somewhere watching you.

He likes that you want to be so close with him all the time.

Tbh he has separation anxiety too just a little though and he would never tell you.

He wouldn't know how to help you if you had an anxiety attack. He would just sit next to you and watch you cry.

The Grabber

He loves that you have separation anxiety. It would make him feel so good knowing he made you feel like way about him.

If you ever made him upset, he just wouldn't visit you for a few days. It would give you so much anxiety and you would long to see him.

He likes that you need to be close to him or that you need him to comfort you.

If you ever had an anxiety attack in front of him, he would hold you and play with your hair, UNLESS you made him mad then he would laugh and leave the room.

Corey Cunningham

Would be literally so sweet about it.

He would spend all his spare time with you and when he's not with you he will keep updates with texts or calls frequntly

I could see him trying to leave early in the morning to go get you a nice breakfast so he could surprise you. But you wake up and he's not there, so you start to have an anxiety attack until he shows up with food and he comforts you. He would feel so bad, but he was just trying to surprise you...

Otis Driftwood

Would make fun of you.

Doesn't understand what's wrong with you and thinks you're being too clingy.

He would get annoyed if you followed him around or didn't give him enough space.

If you ever caught you having an anxiety attack over the fact you couldn't find him or something he would roll his eyes and walk away.

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Last Halloween: Chapter 4

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Angst, talks of violence

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

"I'm pissed off," you shouted, finally getting out of the sad funk you had been in the night before. When you slammed a cabinet a little too hard, Jessie's eyes lifted toward you from behind her coffee cup.

"Okay," she said in a way that reminded you of a therapist. "You can be pissed off. You have every right to be but, uh, what did that cabinet do to you?" The end part wasn't an actual lecture. She chuckled as she spoke the last few words.

"I just don't get it," you went on, shoving your own coffee mug beneath the Keurig and reaching for a pod beside it. A part of you feared Joel might actually remove himself fully from your life. You didn't want that.

"I'm not excusing the way he handled things with you, because he didn't have any right to be a jerk," Jessie began. "But I can't imagine being in his shoes. He was so on guard when we were there, like he was afraid to move. And then that asshole had to come in and ruin it when he finally started to relax. I mean, Joel was not charged with murder, or even manslaughter. I don't know why this town demonizes him so much."

"That's why I want to keep this a secret from Winnie and Chrissy. I love them but they won't even think about giving him a chance."

Jess zipped her lips. "I got you covered, girl."

You smiled. "Thank you."

"I didn't really know what he looked like, but he's hot at least." Your friend said, beginning to toy with an LL Bean catalogue that sat on the kitchen table.

"He is, isn't he?" You almost sighed when you said that, but remembered you were mad and your posture changed accordingly as you continued to prepare your coffee. "Nope, I'm still pissed."

Jessie licked her fingers and flipped to the next page. "Well, you go right ahead and be pissed." She looked back at you, pretending to scold you. "Just don't go slamming things."

You giggled and went to join her at the small kitchen table.

"Did you kiss him last night?"

You half-smiled and shook your head. "No."

"Not even in the photobooth?" Jessie wondered aloud. She glanced around. "Where's the picture strip?"

You glanced around. "I.. don't even know. Probably my purse or my car." You shook your head. "Things were going so well. We were having so much fun."

You both sipped on your coffee and from somewhere outside you heard the revving of a motorcycle. The noise grew louder and louder as it approached and the two of you exchanged a glance.

"Is this your boy, now?" Jessie jumped up out of her chair and practically raced you toward the front windows that overlooked the front yard.

"Jessie!"

"It's him." She turned to you and laughed.

"Shit." You put a hand on your forehead and turned to her. "What do I do? What do I say?"

"Want me to buffer so you can get your thoughts together?"

It was the best idea you could think of, and so you nodded and tried to come up with a plan of action in your mind. When the motorcycle's engine turned off, Jessie yanked open the front door and met Joel halfway on the front porch that lead into the house.

"Hi there." Jessie looked at him with accusatory eyes and Joel immediately put his tail between his legs.

"Hey. I'm sorry to just drop by like this. But is-"

"She's here," your friend cut him off, placing her hands on her hips.

"Would, uh, would it be alright if I talked to her? I'd like to apologize for the way I acted last night."

Jessie looked over her shoulder at you through the open front door and gave a subtle wink, though when she turned back to Joel turned her face back to stone and shrugged. "I'll see if she'll come talk to you."

You allowed Jessie back inside, exchanging a little smile before you took her place outside on the porch.

Joel immediately closed the gap between the two of you and you didn't attempt to move away. Being close to him again felt good, despite still being a bit mad.

"I just want to say I'm sorry," He went on, "For the way I acted last night. I took everything out on you and you're the only person, besides Ron at the garage, who's been nice to me in a really long time."

You shifted your eyes to meet his more directly and he went on.

"I really don't want to push you away. And as hard as things have been for me this year, it's no excuse to treat you that way." He concluded with. "I'm really sorry."

It was genuine. You knew that for certain. Joel experienced a trauma that he was forced to relive and be punished for day after day after day. You were his safety net, and so you felt as though he was allowed a little slip - especially after the incident with the man the night before.

"I'm sorry too," you began but Joel shook his head.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I pushed you to go out with me," you went on. "I didn't stop to think of how hard it might've been for you."

"I enjoyed yesterday," Joel told you, "Like you said to me on the street last night, that was the best time I've had in a very long time. I fucked it up."

"You didn't."

"I did." Joel nodded. "And I was hoping maybe you'd let me take you on another ride? I kind of want you to know.. everything."

You swallowed hard and then gave a little nod. "Let me just go get a light jacket."

When you turned to head back inside, you felt Joel pull you back with a light tug of your hand. You immediately saw the heightened vulnerability in his eyes.

"Thank you," he said. "For giving me a chance. Not just now, today, but in the coffee shop. You have no idea how much that means to me."

Okay, you officially weren't mad anymore. You wanted to cry for him. Not just Joel's words but the tone of his voice made your entire chest cavity feel heavy.

You leaned toward him and wrapped your arms around him, suspecting he hadn't had a real hug in awhile. For a long moment you just stood there, holding him against you with a hand on the back of his head.

Joel sighed and he allowed you to embrace him until you finally pulled back.

"I'll be right back."

"Okay." He answered.

You hurried inside and right away Jessie mouthed the words: did you kiss him? It eased some of the tension and made you laugh quietly as you shook your head and hurried toward the coat closet.

"I'll be back later on," you told her.

"Enjoy." She wiggled her eyebrows and bid you farewell before you joined Joel outside again.

You didn't ask him where you were going because, frankly, you didn't care. When you straddled the bike behind him, you felt content; at ease.

Joel started up the bike and you wrapped your arms around him and rested the side of your face against his back as you left the driveway. This time, you didn't look around like you had the night before. You closed your eyes, embraced the cool breeze and enjoyed the comfort of being so close to Joel. His scent was intoxicating.

You were sure you should have been a little bit afraid, but there wasn't even the smallest part of you that was. You felt completely free on the back of Joel's motorcycle.

He took a turn down a road that was leading up toward the the junkyard, but it wasn't quite that far. Joel slowed the bike down across the street from the lone structure on that end of the street - an old ice cream shop. Aside from the little brown and white building, there was nothing but trees that surrounded you.

A little neon sign on the window of the shop read, OPEN. A pumpkin sign hung in the window above it and the door was covered in fake spiderwebs.

"Why didn't you pull in?" You asked, suspecting Joel was planning on getting you ice cream.

He motioned up to the right corner of the shop beneath the roof. "You see that tiny camera right there?"

You squinted and gave a nod. "Yeah."

"That's the reason I'm not serving a life sentence."

Your eyebrows pressed together. "What?"

Joel turned his head partway around and you both got off the bike. When you were face to face you were able to give him your full attention.

"This is where it happened," he went on. "The incident. I had a flat tire on my truck after I left work one night. I broke down over here and I was changing it."

You had goosebumps already. You had wanted to hear what happened right from Joel's mouth but you would never have pressed the situation. Still, being here, right where it all happened, had you a bit shook.

"A car came rushing up behind me and I kind of thought they were going to offer to help at first," Joel explained. "But Johnny Watkins and Chase Hall hopped out, both drunk as hell, and started making demands. Everything from give me your wallet to, we're going to take your car."

"Holy shit, Joel."

"When I told them to get lost and they ended up ripping my spare tire off the car and Johnny hit me in the face." He ran a hand through his hair, "They beat the hell out of me and then demanded my keys but I threw the keys into the woods so they wouldn't get the satisfaction of it."

You wanted to hug him. How had this town branded *him* the monster?

"That pissed them off even more and at some point Johnny got his hands on a chain from the back of my pickup and started to strangle me with it while Chase recorded it on his phone. He tried to delete the footage later but the police were able to recover it. Between that and," he motioned to the building's camera again, "their security footage, they ruled I wasn't guilty of anything."

Joel went on. "When he had the chain around my neck I managed to back pedal and we fell down this little embankment over here." He motioned beyond the edge of the road to where the thick of the woods began to take shape. "Johnny broke his neck. Other than being a little banged up from them jumping me, I was fine."

"Joel, that's awful. All of it. I'm so, so sorry." You didn't have the correct words to say to him. You didn't know if there was such a thing.

"Even though they did all that to me, I've still had a hard time dealing with the fact that I was a factor in his death."

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"It doesn't matter." Joel shook his head. "That night is on constant replay in my mind. And everyone in town hates me over it because he was a local celebrity around here. Everyone knew Johnny. And to them I'm just some schmuck who killed him."

Joel looked down the embankment and you carefully pulled him into a hug. When his arms wrapped around you, you held him tighter and spoke into his ear quietly.

"You're a great man, Joel," you told him. "And you deserve better than all of this."

"Yeah, well, you saw what happened at the bar last night."

"Well, the whole town could burn for all I care," you told him, glancing up at him now. "And I would light the match." You placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry the world has let you down so badly."

Joel swallowed hard. "I just wanted you to hear it directly from me."

"I never believed the bullshit stories."

His eyes danced across yours, roaming from the left to right and back again a few times. "Why did you offer me the free food that day in your shop? Why do you bother with me?"

"I just thought you looked like a man who needed a friend, or just somebody to talk to." Your eyes never left his. "There was a sadness in you that I couldn't ignore anymore - and I don't know how anyone could."

"I've had a hard time navigating life since that day." He sighed out loud again. "That's why I come in for coffee at night. I don't like to see a lot of people, and I don't think they like to see a lot of me."

"Well, sometimes all you need are a few good people," you told him. "And I don't plan on going anywhere so you better get used to me."

Joel gave half, closed-mouth grin and the mood grew just a tad lighter. "So, I didn't totally blow it last night?"

You shook your head. "You didn't blow it." You took the initiative and perched up onto your toes and kissed him on the cheek, letting your lips linger there just above his facial hair.

Joel's face often gave away the shock he was feeling. That was one thing you had begun to recognize about him. He swallowed hard again when you pulled away.

"I'm sorry," you said again.

"It's fine." He nodded toward the ice cream shop. "You want one since we're here?"

You didn't want to linger there any longer. Getting ice cream at that shop was too eerie of a thought. You were glad Joel had confided in you and told you all about what had happened, but the idea of having ice cream right there in that spot didn't feel right.

"How about if I treat you down at the Dairy Mart instead?" You offered.

Joel nodded again. "Thank you. I know this is a lot."

Staring up at him, you couldn't help it. You leaned in and felt relief when he reciprocated. Your lips met and it was like a release for both of you as your bodies relaxed against one another's.

Your stomach had that rush of excitement, the way it did you went on a rollercoaster. Joel's hand rested on your face and he kissed you a little harder before you parted, both breathing heavy.

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You let yours flicker open and closed them again when you pecked his lips once more.

Joel sighed contently and you pulled him back in for another hug. He held you tightly against him and let out a breath against your neck, sending goosebumps down your back.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"Yeah." He finally pulled back to face you and toyed with a strand of hair by your face. "You don't mind being seen in public with me? At the Dairy Mart or where ever."

"I want people to see me with you," you told him honestly. "I'm on your side."

Joel had that vulnerable look in his eyes again and he leaned back in to kiss you once more chastely on the lips.

You placed a hand on his cheek. "Come on. My treat."

"Only if you let me make you dinner."

A smile finally formed on your face again and you gave a little nod. "Deal."

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Birthday Breakfast: Corey Cunningham x Reader x Michael Myers

Since my birthday is in like three days I wanted to post at least one thing birthday related before then so here it is. This could be read as platonic or romantic, I kept it kind of vague for that reason. Also this could be ooc for them because I haven't seen Halloween Ends in a couple of years so forgive me if this is ooc for them.

Content includes: Pretty much just fluff, no real warnings I can think of

You wake up early in the morning to hear clamoring in your kitchen. You groan and pull your pillow over your head to block out the light and the sounds. You got today off work for your birthday, thank god, and all you wanted was to sleep in. But it turned out your ‘roommates’ decided to do something of their own. 

You groan again after five minutes of tossing and turning as the noises continue. You sigh and sit up in bed, letting the light from your bedroom window hit your face as you slide on your slippers and head downstairs. You rub your eyes and find Corey and Michael together in the kitchen, baking ingredients surrounding them and a bowl on the counter, along with an old recipe book. 

“It says to fold in the flour.” Corey says, holding a spatula in his hand, Michael looming over him as he looks from the bowl to the instructions. “How the hell do you fold something into pancake batter?” He asks rhetorically. Michael snatches the spatula out of Corey’s hand and he tries to fold the flour into the batter but Corey quickly takes it back and starts to do it in his own way. “I know how to do it, I know.” He grumbles, mixing it in. 

You chuckle silently, but apparently not silently enough because Michael’s head shoots up and he looks right at you. Corey soon follows after him and he sets down the spatula, Michael quickly taking over. 

“Happy birthday.” He says sweetly as he gives you a tender hug. You hug him back and watch as Michael mixes away at the pancake batter. 

“Thank you Corey, and thank you Michael.” You say with a sincere tone, giving them back a sweet smile of your own. “Should I be down here or am I interrupting something important?” You ask, moving your eyes from Corey to Michael. 

“Oh well, it’s your birthday and we wanted to do something special for you. How about you go back upstairs and I’ll call you down when we’re ready.” Corey says, giving you a smile that tells you it’s not a suggestion, it’s what you’re going to be doing. You nod your head and look from Michael to Corey. 

“That sounds good to me. I’ll be back down when the two of you are done.” You say sweetly, giving Corey a pat on the shoulder before you turn around and walk back upstairs. You get back into bed and stretch before you fall back asleep. 

You’re woken up, however long later by a knock at the door. Corey opens it and smiles at you. 

“We’re ready when you are.” He says with a bit of a giddy tone. You smile at him and stretch again. 

“Well I’m excited to see what the two of you have been working on for me.” You say, getting out of your bed again as you follow Corey over to the stairs. 

“Shut your eyes and I’ll lead you down.” He says, holding onto your hand. You shut your eyes and walk down the stairs with him, being careful of the steps, but you know that Corey would rather chew glass than watch you get hurt. 

Corey walks you into the kitchen again, sitting you down at the table and you hear some things being set down and adjusted on the table in front of you. You wait for Corey’s instructions but you can already smell the pancakes in front of you, along with an underlying smell of burnt pancakes somewhere else in the kitchen. 

“Alright,” Corey says in a cheery tone, “Open your eyes.” You follow his instructions and you open your eyes, looking down at the stack of pancakes in front of you along with some messily cut fruit. “We tried our best for your birthday.” He explains, standing at one side of the table while Michael stands on the other. You smile over at the both of them and you pick up your knife and fork, cutting into the pancakes and eating them slowly. 

They aren’t bad pancakes, a bit floury but nothing too awful. You smile and finish chewing before you speak again. 

“This is very sweet of you two, I really appreciate it.” You say in a genuine tone, Corey smiles back at you and Michael gives you that same, blank stare from behind his mask, no indication as to what he’s feeling exactly but you know that he’s trying to show you he cares in his own special way. 

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STITCHED WOUNDS Allyson Nelson x Wick!Reader

To say you were on edge would be the understatement of the century. You guide Allyson and your dog out to your car and practically shove them both in. “Honey” Ally says, “it’s a copycat. Nothing we can’t deal with” You push a burner phone into her hands. “I got a place for you in Chicago,” you explain as you hand her a gold coin, “The Continental. Tell them the reservation’s under Wick and hand them this coin.” “What about you?” she looks to you worriedly “I’ll join you shortly. I just need to go see Corey real fast.” you kiss her forehead, “I love you. Please go to Chicago and wait till I give the all clear.” “Okay” she whispers as she jumps into the driver’s seat and speeds off. You quickly text Laurie: Ally’s going to Chicago. You should too. A text comes through a second later: No That grandmother is a stubborn woman, now you know where Allyson gets it from. You grab your duffel bag and board your motorbike, zooming down the streets towards the scene of the crime. Your mind races as you think of who could possibly be this new apprentice. Your thoughts flash back to Corey, that look in his eye when you found him. Can’t be. Corey please don’t. You reach the scene as the police load two body bags into the morgue’s ambulance. You approach Chief Barker, who greets you with a firm handshake. “Morning Wick” “Morning Chief” “You working today?” he asks, looking around to see if anyone notices you and him talking. “Yeah.” He slips you a badge and you head in to investigate. You look around the area and find a discarded plastic scarecrow mask. Your eyes go wide. You remember when Allyson picked that it out. She held it up to you, “think our pal Corey will like this?” Your blood runs cold, a ringing fills your ears. There was no doubt in your mind that Corey was the killer. Your mind races with possible next victims. The band geek bullies. The town itself practically hated Corey after that one night. No. No one else could know. You had to face this yourself. How you wish you told Chief Barker what you knew. That night was a bloodbath. The radio DJ at his studio. Corey’s own mother in her own house. You made your way to the junkyard and found Corey’s stepfather gasping for air, a bullet wound in his chest. You try to keep pressure on the wound. “S-Save him” he whispers with his dying breath. “I don’t think I can, sir” you look the elder man in the eye. “Don’t let him die a monster then.” tears escape the man’s eyes as the light leaves his eyes. You look around at the junkyard: the carnage. And yet among all of it, you feel someone watching you. “It doesn’t have to be this way Corey!” you ready your pit viper “What’s the difference between you and me?” a voice sounding like Corey’s answers back. And yet there’s a warped darkness in it’s very tone. “We’re both killers” “I don’t go after innocents” you shoot at a shadow, the bullets ricochet off the metal walls. “No one’s innocent in this town.” Corey answers back as he jumps at you, knife drawn. He slashes at you, slash after slash. You try to dodge. “This isn’t you, Corey!” you yell out. “This was always me.” he answers, “I just didn’t know it yet.” “I don’t believe that” you try to get through to your old friend. “Your choice” he smacks you in the rib, knocking the wind out of you before slashing you across the cheek. “I always liked her you know. Allyson. Allycat.” “You stay away from her” he slashes you across your leg. His mind games are getting to you. “She’s gullible though.” he laughs, “I called her up and said that you were in such trouble.” “Where is she?” “Probably with her grandmother Laurie. But of course, when I’m done with you, Michael and I will make good work of her.” Corey smacks you across the face with a tire iron. WHAM! You hit the ground hard, dazed and bleeding. He grabs you and pulls you towards the industrial shredder. Corey hits the button You can hear the gears turning in that old death trap. “No evidence.” he growls as he drags you closer and closer towards the metal teeth. You try to struggle against your friend's steel grasp.

To Be Concluded…

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Important question for future updates

Should I start writing for slashers?

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Slashers reacting to Reader eating a Peanut butter and pickle sandwich

Note: I've been having these recently, and I decided to write about how Slashers of my choosing reacting to the reader eating a Pb & P sandwich

Jason Voorhees, Michael myers (Og, RZ, and Peepaw), Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, The Sinclair Twins, Lester Sinclair, and Corey Cunningham

Jason Voorhees

What are you eating?

Is that Pickles on that Sandwich with Peanut butter??

Why did you put pickles on a perfectly good pb sandwich?

You offered him if he wanted to try your sandwich, which he politely declined the offer

The week passed, and you made another pb&p sandwich. Jason came up to you and asked if he could a little of it

Lifting up his mask and bit the corner of your sandwich

Now he understands why you like it

He takes his now half to the table to eat it

Michael Myers OG

Watching you making your sandwich, he wanted to hurl from the combination of Pickles and Peanut butter

His ass ate a dog, and he is grossed out of Peanut butter and Pickle sandwich

He's not a Fan of Pickles. The flavor is too gross for him. He will avoid the Pickle jar when he's raiding you fridge and would give you his Pickles slices off his burger so he can eat it

You make him a Pb&J from hearing him gagging from the living room

Definitely appreciated it

Michael myers RZ

He's a picky eater through and through

Would gag when smelling your sandwich you made

Why did you make that??

He would rather have peanut butter and pickles separately

Hell, he would eat peanut butter out the jar

He would make it just for you

Till he had a taste and he now gets it. Sweet peanut butter lessens the pickles vinegar taste

He would be munching on one while he's working

Peepaw Michael Myers

He just grimaced at seeing the combination of the site of Pickles and Peanut butter

What a strange combination of peanut butter and pickles

What's the appeal of the combination of peanut butter and pickles?

As long as you're happy making it, he's still going to grimace

When you're somewhere else, he took some peanut butter in a spoon and grabbed a pickle out of the jar, and tasted them together

He's definitely not a fan of Pickles, but he sees why the combination

But he's not making a sandwich anytime soon

Thomas Hewitt

OK, that's strange

He's not going to judge you

The boy eats people, and he's confused about Peanut butter and pickle sandwich

Luda Mae knows the appeal of it, sweetness of the peanut butter cuts through the vinegar taste of the pickles

Still not going to judge

Brahms Heelshire

Finds it weird

The brat is picky

Won't try it

He'll stick to PBJ instead

Bo Sinclair

Oh God, did Lester get you making those?

Oh, you made those before meeting him

He has seen his little brother make those when he comes by. He said it's really good, Bo thinks it's nasty

Lester has a sandwich buddy now

Bo's still grossed out by you two

Vincent Sinclair

Unlike his brother, Vincent isn't grossed out

He likes cheese and Jam sandwiches

May have tried your sandwich by accident when he was working on his drawing or painting

But he didn't stop eating it

Gave you half of his sandwich

Lester Sinclair

Oh my lord

You like PB&P sandwiches too?

He loves Peanut butter and Pickle sandwiches

He loves you more

He's a Garlic flavor type sweetheart

Like a bit of Louisiana hot sauce on his

Bo is grossed out by both of you now, Pb&P is nasty to him, Vincent is into his Cheese and jam

Corey Cunningham

He's more of a Banana and peanut butter type guy

He's definitely confused by your sandwich

Is that pickles on it?

Are they bread and butter pickles?

He'll have a little taste of it

OK, he see why you like it

He's putting a bit of a jam when he decides to make his own

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so the hallowen binge read didn’t go as expected because things came up for me but i still wanted to do these reblogs regardless!

i previously did a poll where slashers won for what you wanted to see. i will still do fic reblogs for all of these characters but i wanted to see what you all wanted more of so here’s another poll!