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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Idk if this is nsfw, but could you write a Corey fic where he gets possessive and jealous? Kind of like in the movie, but more extreme?

Jealous Corey Cunningham Would Be Like This:

A/N: Nope, not nsfw; I've been getting a lot of requests for jealous Corey, so here you are 🙃 I've sort of been thinking about a sfw sleeping with Corey hc too... if you're interested?

🔪• Ah, Corey Cunningham, the young man that questions himself in wonder every day about just how he managed to make you his? And, in turn, questions everyone around you just how they'll attempt to undo his hard work and break your beautiful bond together.

🔪• This boy will do whatever it takes, whatever it takes, to keep you by his side. It could go from a dark glare to the person and a tighter grip on your hand, to blood sprayed on his clothes and adrenaline rushing through his veins. It doesn't matter to Corey. Just as long as you stay his, and your loving attention stays trained on his, he's relaxed and happy.

🔪• However. This all means that Corey will end up being a ridiculously overprotective and jealous boyfriend, especially if you're innocent to murdering and you aren't so easily acceptant to it as he is. He has to protect you. Who else will? This is his job, and he'll do it right. He couldn't defend himself before, let alone a lover, but now, he knows he can prove himself to you.

🔪• Whenever he gets jealous, Corey never gets annoyed with you. It's not your fault you're so angelic. They shouldn't have been looking for so long. They can't look with no eyes though, can they?

🔪• He'll often give you his jackets or sweaters to wear in and out. It shows people that you're taken, which makes him smile to himself when people realise, as well as heightens his possessiveness.

🔪• "Y-you're mine, aren't you, beautiful?" Just say yes

🔪• Corey can't function without you. You're his reason for practically everything he does in life, and he thrives off of your comforting touches and compassionate gazes. He's not had such sweet attention for years, and getting it from you is the best feeling he's ever had. He won't let it go.

🔪• Sometimes, you can realise how jealous he's been feeling when his embrace from behind you in bed is a little too tight, a leg slung over yours and his curls tickling your cheek as he buries his face in your neck. It's almost impossible to get out of his grips when he's feeling pouty. The best way to make him ease up? Just hug him back, give him a few kisses, and tell him to calm his ass down, because you're not leaving him for anyone.

🔪• "Corey, you know I only want you, right?" "...Do you really?"

🔪• His eyes light up in hopefulness whenever you confirm with him that yes, you love him too, and what he's feeling is okay, but he shouldn't be threatened. At the end of the day, he still is apprehensive with anyone that smiles a little too widely at you, or whose eyes linger for too long, but that's just him. Occasionally, some guy who was getting on with you amazingly a day ago has gone missing, or has been found dead in horrible circumstances.

🔪• "Did you kill him, Corey? Why?" "W-well, because, I needed to make him understand. You're meant for me, not him."

🔪• He can even get a bit funny with your friends if he doesn't know them well, his arm constantly around your waist or shoulder. PDA is actually bliss for Corey, since it displays how close you two are openly, and no one can do a thing about it.

🔪• Another thing: if he's marked you up on your neck the night before, or early in the morning, purposely leaving them open to see makes Corey melt and get all excited. Because, hey, look, there are perfect red-purple marks under your chin, and the person staring didn't do that, did they?

🔪• He's only jealous because he's never felt so hopelessly in love and desperate for anyone before in his life. With the right words and gentle touches, you can dissolve a sticky situation pretty easily, but it's all only because he cares. He cares so much, he could kill somebody.

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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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We all know that Michael can't really feel pain. Like some people like to follow the cannon explanation of him having a medical condition others like to take wrong decisions and say "beCAUse HE iS EVil"

I personally think that he feels pain only if it's something really fucking big like when laurie blew his fingers off. And I personally think he has always been this way, even as a child.

WHY AM I BRINGING THIS UP? cause I thought about the fact that besides being dangerous it's a really sad thing too. Like imagine him as child, seeing everyone getting tended or cared for when they get hurt but he when he did no one really moved to help him. He grows up thinking that if he's hurt its not a big deal and it's not worthy of worry.

SO LIKE IMAGINE MICHAEL WHEN HIS S/O TRIES TO TEND TO HIS WOUND FOR THE FIRST TIME AND AT FIRST HE'S SKEPTICAL ABOUT IT AND DOESN'T WANT YOUR HELP. LIKE HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ACT AND THE MORE YOU DO IT THE MORE HE MELTS AND GETS ADDICTED TO IT. LIKE ITS THE THING HE LOOKS FORWARD THE MOST WHEN HE'S GETTING HOME, TO GET YOU TO LOOK AT HIM ALL WORRIED AND HAVING SOMEONE WHO FINALLY CARES IF HE'S WELL OR NOT.

AND THE FACT THAT YOU'RE STILL CAREFUL SO YOU DON'T HURT HIM EVEN IF YOU BOTH KNOW HE CAN'T FEEL SHIT OMGGGGGG. like you make him so human again, like he's real and really exists and matters as much as everyone else. He does the SAME FOR YOU

HE DOES THE FUCKING SAME BRO, JESUS CHRIST. HE DOESN'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT TREATING WOUNDS SO HE JUST KIND OF PUT A SHIT TON OF BANDAGES ON YOU BUT HE TRIEEEEES. HE'S TRYING TO CAREEEEW FOR YOUUUUUUU BESTIE FOR YOUUUU

It's not even funny how much this man makes me think. His stupid traumatised ass is driving me insane

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perfectlyperfectstranger · 2 months

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Corey Cunningham x Reader

Gif is NOT mine

Note: No gender is specified for the reader im almost 100% positive.

This is my first time writing and this does end on a cliffhanger im sorry😭 just so i can think the ending over make sure it goes how I want it to.

This follows Halloween ends storyline btw.

Warning: Slight cheating at the end but not really since Allyson and Corey aren’t confirmed to be together.

You and Allyson had always been close friends so when one day she calls you after a shift talking about some really cute guy with brown hair and glasses she worked on earlier in the day you had to joke. “He wasn’t like, dead was he?” You snicker while saying. “No he wasn’t dead, he was very much alive.” Allyson says and from here tone you can practically hear the eye roll. You chuckle “Thats great for you Allyson. Listen Ill call you later I gotta close up over here.” You both say your goodbyes.

As you are locking up each window you hear something. You raise a brow reaching for your phone and a heavy object near by which happens to be a wrench. Turning on the flash of your phone you start making your way towards the noise only to find a man standing outside the front door looking slightly frantic. You quickly walk over and open the door. “Is there something that I can do for you?” You ask the man who only stares for a moment trying to group together what he wants to say. “…You wouldn’t happen to have a cable jumper and a battery would you?” He says in a soft and quiet voice. You think for a moment debating your choices he notices your hesitance. “Please..? Even just a ride home would suffice. I could always just come back in the morning with what I need.” You sigh. “Alright let me just grab my things then we can get you home.” You step aside and let him in hurrying to gather your things placing down the wrench. He watches you move around grouping up your things. “So you’re a electrician huh? Im a mechanic ” He says attempting conversation his voice shaky and nervous. “Really? What shop d’you work at?” You say as you nod your head towards the door signaling ‘we can go now’. As you both open your car door he responds. “I uh work with my stepdad not many other places will hire me really.” You turn your head to look at him before starting the car. “I don’t see why not you look like you’re in perfect condition for some work.” He seems slightly surprised at your words but decides not to question how you live here and don’t know him. “Im Corey by the way..” You keep your eyes on the road. “Im Y/n, now then Corey. Wanna tell me where your place is?”

After arriving to his home you stop. “Thank you for the ride you really helped me out.” He says a little rushed you nod your head to him and smile softly. “Its no problem. You have a good night Corey.” After you say goodbye you drive off headed back to your own place.

A few days pass by and your working late once again a couple of minutes till close. The door opens and you don’t look up for a moment till the person stops at the desk in front of you. You look up from what you were doing. “Hey Y/n!” A slight smile spreads across your face as you roll your eyes. “Geez you’re coming to annoy me on the job now?” You say teasing as you look back to Allyson. She scoffs “Whatever you don’t know what you’d do without me.” You chuckle softly and ask her what it was she came by for. “Well…” She says reaching into her bag and pulling out a small poster promoting a halloween party at the near by bar. “I don’t know Allyson.. You know I don’t really care for these things.” But with how persistent she is you eventually find no point in further arguing. “Please.. Im gonna bring the cute guy from the hospital too.” You roll you eyes and smile. “Alright.. are we supposed to wear costumes?” She nods at your question. “You should dress sexy you never go out, jump at the opportunity.” She smirks.

The time for this small event at the bar approaches and you’re getting ready your hair and makeup done putting on your costume. You look at yourself in the mirror and shake your head with a smile thinking of how in the world Allyson convinced you into agreeing.

You get to the bar and call Allyson to see if shes already here. She picks up and says she coming out right now. You see her and step out of your car. She smiles “You look so good!” You look at her outfit “I thought you were dressing up too?” She shrugs with a smirk showing she never had the intention to actually wear a costume. You sigh and smile at your sneaky friend as she starts to drag you inside the bar. She takes you to the counter where a man is sitting with a scarecrow mask on. “Corey this is my friend Y/n.” You raise a brow curious if this was the same Corey that came by your work a few days ago. He has the same brown curly hair. Corey moves his mask to the side and shyly smiles, you softly smile. “Hey Corey.” Allyson raises a brow as to say ‘You know each other?’ You explain how the two of you met.

As the night goes on you feel yourself let loose. You all are having a good time when Corey heads back up to the bar leaving you and Allyson to dance. When you suddenly see him dart out the door Allyson sees too and starts heading for the door she asks you to come with her just in case he’s feeling sick. Once you get out he looks frantic like on the night you met but more scared and worried. You tune out there conversation deciding its not really any of your business that is till you hear a very upset Corey. “Im not your fucking project Allyson!” She tries to defend her words but he’s already turning and walking off seeming rigid. “Y/n.. Do me a favor and follow him. I wanna be alone and clear my head.” You look at her sad and nod giving her a hug before jogging to catch up with Corey. “Hey…” He takes in a breath trying to calm himself. “You doing okay.?” You ask softly. He nods, you see a car driving up in your peripheral as the car comes to a stop in front of you Corey seems to freeze. You narrow your eyes and watch as a group of teens step out of the car. They immediately start taking to harassing Corey talking down to him he’s holding his weight well for now so you don’t step in. That is until the boys start putting their hands on him after he said some stuff about the boys dad. You shove one away and try to smoothly knock him out not wanting to fight with a kid. But thats when you see that Corey has gone over the bridge thats when you stop fighting with them.

You immediately run to the slope connecting under and above the bridge you make it down and don’t see Corey. You feel yourself begin to panic when you hear something from the sewer tunnel. You reach for your phone turning on the flashlight before walking in. Then you see him leaned against some concrete out cold you immediately try waking him. “Corey.. Corey come one you gotta get up.” Shaking him trying to make him open his eyes you hear him groan. “Cor-“ Then suddenly everything goes black.

You start waking up groggily blinking your eyes. You look around at your surroundings looking to your right you see Corey still unconscious. The events of last night begin coming back and suddenly your in a rush to get up and get Corey up as well. “Corey!” You say getting up whisper shouting. “Corey lets go we gotta go!” You say shaking him awake with urgency in your voice. He starts to blink awake “Hey.. Come on lets go.” You say helping him up hurrying to get out of here. He walks behind you, You make it to the end turning to make sure Corey is still right there. Hes a little bit behind your about to call out to him when suddenly a hand reaches out and chokes him. You gasp and are sent into a panic looking around for something anything heavy to hit this random arm with. You see a wooden plank and grab it before immediately hitting this mysterious arm the plank breaks and you look over where the arm came from and lock eyes with the Michael Myers. You freeze and he drops Corey once you realize he let go of Corey you grab his arm and immediately rush out of there scared.

You both had been walking for some time not saying anything when a car pulls beside Corey the window rolls down the man speaks to him but Corey says nothing the man quickly drives off seeming startled.

The two of you head to your place. After getting there you ask Corey to go take a shower so the sewer smell goes away you walking to do the same after giving him a pair of sweatpants and a baggy shirt. You exit your bathroom dressed and he exits the guest bathroom in the clothes you gave him. “Corey come sit on the couch.” You say softly. He does as you ask and you go to grab things to clean his wounds and wrap them. You kneel in front of him cleaning the scraps on his face. “How did you land.” He looks at you for the first time since getting out of the shower. “What..” You make eye contact with him. “How did you land?” Asking him slower than before. “M’back.” You stand asking him to lay on his stomach lifting his shirt to look at his bruised back. You take a ice pack and slowly place it on his back to sooth the bruises. Corey whimpers slightly “Sorry.” You say softly.

After all those events you didn’t feel quite normal. You don’t know what it was but it feels like theres this hunger when you get angry the need, urge. You try not to think about it much not hearing from Corey or Allyson. That is till you get a phone call. “Hello.” You say without much emotion in your voice. The person on the other end doesn’t respond for a moment. “Its Allyson I need you to come by Corey had earlier and I want to talk to you.” You make your way over there Allyson ranting to you about the odd things she was seeing happening with Corey. “Did something happen that night after the party?” She asks you, You make eye contact with her. “No we just walked and eventually got to his place and split off.” You lied, you aren’t sure why but you did. You soon enough leave Allyson’s place heading to your car not before Laurie stops you. You look her in her eyes, she seems startled immediately moving out of your way and deciding whatever she was going to say is no longer important. Once your in your car you start pulling out making your way to Corey’s. You knock on his door, a older woman answers. “Is Corey here.” You say nearly monotone. She seems to be slightly agitated with your question her husband stepping to the door and pulling her away before telling you Corey was upstairs. You open his bedroom door, he’s standing in front of his mirror with his scarecrow mask on you look around and spot a mask on his dresser. Examining it before pulling it over your head, looking in the mirror before looking over at Corey and moving the mask to the side. Leaning in unknowingly…

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ohoh-inmortal · 1 year

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Looking back it was obvious I was meant to have a thing for giant masked men like Ghost and Konig bc my first crushes were Tyler Mane as Michael Myers and Mick Thomson from slipknot lmao

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batztrangem · 1 year

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There needs to be more Peepaw Myers content on here. I can’t believe Michael Myers is one of the only slashers I haven’t really written about. But I’m going to change that soon 😌

#slashers #horror movie slashers #horror #fanfiction #slasher community #slashers x reader #slashers x y/n #michael myers #peepaw myers #halloween kills #halloween 1978 #halloween ends #horror community

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dogboytim · 2 years

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Have more headcanons while I work on a story.

Inspired by me bc I forgot to take my meds.

Slashers with a s/o who forgets their meds

Slashers included: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, the Sinclair brothers, Corey Cunningham, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer

Michael Myers

You forgot your meds again which didn’t surprise him. You were forgetful

Personally, he hated taking meds but he knew you needed yours

Literally stares at you before looking at the clock. He’s trying his best to remind you

If that doesn’t work, he drags you to the medicine cabinet

Don’t count on him to always remember though. Sometimes he forgets to remind you

Jason Voorhees

He usually reminds you by handing your meds to you

He knows they’re important to your health so he refuses to let you miss a day

Watches just to make sure you take them

Also provides a drink to help wash the meds down

Gives you a hug after because he’s proud of you

Bo Sinclair

“How do ya keep forgetting your meds?”

Reminds you every night to take them

He will not leave you alone until he sees you take them

Crosses his arms in disappointment when you forget

Want a beer to wash em down?

Vincent Sinclair

Usually just leaves your meds and a cup of water on your nightstand

He knows how forgetful you are so he tries his best to help

Often times gets wrapped up in his art and forgets as well

Sometimes leaves little notes on the fridge to remind you

Will give you food if you have to eat when you take them

Lester Sinclair

He’s just as forgetful as you

Literally has a sticky note in his truck to remind him to tell you to take your meds

He asks you why you take them but he respects it if you don’t want to tell him

Accidentally took one of your sleeping pills and passed out in the bed of your truck

Once hid your meds in a Peanut Butter and jelly sandwich like he does Jonesy’s allergy medicine

Corey Cunningham

“Hey babe, you forgot to take your meds again.”

Playfully teases you about it. He thinks it’s cute how forgetful you can be.

Gives you a water at exactly the hour you take them so you’re reminded

Kiss on the forehead after

Maybe even a cuddle session if your meds make you sleepy

Thomas Hewitt

Literally makes it one of his chores to remind you

Likes to put the meds in your hand because he likes to feel like he’s helping

Sometimes gets wrapped up in other chores and forgets

Luda Mae will make him take a break so he can remind you

Is super proud of you after

Bubba Sawyer

Frantic shaking of pill bottle

Gets scared if you forget. He just really worries about your health

Already has food and water prepared for when you take them

Please give him a kiss for helping. It’ll make him worry less

Remembers your meds better than you do

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lostcybertronian · 2 years

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A Dark Shadow, A Shape

Summary: Corey picks the wrong target.

I hate Corey with my entire being but I will exploit this dynamic until the bitter end. Have some protective!Michael

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Four years post-Michael, and your nightly routine was still the same: cook dinner, eat alone at your dining room table, take ten minutes to clean up, and put your leftovers out on the windowsill, just in case.

Tonight your hastily carved jack-o-lantern grinned at you with its slash of a smile as you set a plate of grilled vegetables and steak on the white-painted windowpane above your sink, chancing a glance out your backdoor– only empty backyard– before grabbing up the bowl of candy sitting on the sideboard and making for the front of the house.

Darkness settled in early that particular Halloween night, but Haddonfield kids could’ve cared less; they flooded the streets, dozens of cowboys and fairies and last minute sheet-ghosts because someone’s mom forgot what day it was. In more than one way, it seemed, and you thought of Michael then, Haddonfield was keen to forget.

You set the bowl on the front porch amid the fake cobwebs and plastic skeletons and retreated back into the house, not willing to partake in the festivities.

It was at that moment that your back door squeaked open, rusty, decades-old hinges complaining too loudly for you not to hear. It slammed shut again, and nothing more. But there was something unmistakeable in the air; something that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up.

“Michael?” You draw the blinds and shut the lights, sealing yourself away from the part of Halloween you had never felt too comfortable with to begin with. Your socked feet make no sound even on your old-ass creaky floor. “Is that you?”

A footstep behind you. That’s all the warning you got before a pair of hands grabbed you from behind, wrapping around your throat and squeezing tight.

You bucked and choked for air, fighting with all your strength against the unyielding grip of your attacker as seconds ticked by and darkness threatened to suck you away, until finally you popped your head back, connecting with hard plastic and the flesh beneath with enough force to send sharp pain blossoming through your head.

Your attacker yelped and his grip loosened, allowing you to break free as he stumbled back a few steps, clutching at the cracked plastic of his scarecrow mask. This gave you enough time to make a mad dash for the kitchen and your knife block, Scarecrow-man at your heels.

You were inches away when he dived, grabbing at your ankles and dragging you down. You smashed your head against the hard lip of the sideboard, a strangled scream tearing from your throat as you hit the floor, vision swimming. Still, you managed to flail as he crawled up your body, pinning you with his legs.

Grinning wildly through the half-ruined mask, Scarecrow-man produced a knife from seemingly nowhere, tilting it so it gleamed wickedly under the kitchen lights.

Time slowed down.

You saw him draw the knife back, ready to plunge it into your chest.

You saw a dark shadow, a shape, looming and impenetrable, appear behind him.

Then Scarecrow-man was being dragged off you and tossed across the room. There was a thud and your table tipped over, spilling your quilting materials all over the floor. The knife clattered and spun across the floor, but you didn’t see where it went.

You were too busy staring in awe up at the figure standing above you, thick, slow breaths echoing beneath his tattered, grimy mask. “Michael.”

He tilted his head. His one eye gleamed. He didn’t offer a hand to help you but he did stand still after you hauled yourself to your feet and grabbed his arm, swaying and fighting the sudden swell of nausea and vertigo, and that had to count for something. Blood dripped from a gash in your forehead down the side of your face.

“I knew you’d come back,” you breathed, and held up a hand to touch the gross, weathered plastic of his mask, tracing the groove of a bullet hole with the pad of your thumb.

Michael stared at you for another second, then his head snapped toward Scarecrow-man, who was clambering up, stripping off the scarecrow mask.

“Corey Cunningham?” You managed, and he grimaced. “I never took you for a cold-blooded killer.”

“I’m a lot of things,” he snapped, but paled as Michael took a step toward him, fists clenching at his sides.

You shook your head. It hurt. “You better get out of here before something happens.”

Michael took another step forward, and Corey bolted for your back door, disappearing into the Halloween night before either of you could do anything else, leaving you alone with Michael Myers, the babysitter murderer.

But of course, you weren’t scared of him.

“I left you some dinner,” you told him, and he turned to look at you, tilting his head to one side; it reminded you of a cat. “But you’re taking a shower first. You reek.”

#halloween ends #halloween kills #halloween #michael myers #michael myers x reader #corey cunningham #fanfiction #lostandwandering #my writing #lost writing tag #tw physical violence #tw blood #tw death #tw murder #look i told you i'm sorry about the person i will become #but i also have no regrets

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mysteroads · 6 months

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🍂🎃THE GRAND FINALE!🎆🎇

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody... but it sure makes 'em scream! A link to the finale chapter of my Halloween-themed fic. (Warning: a dramatic death scene, a dance scene, a 1950s romper, adrenaline-fueled smooching, and a sandworm appear in this chapter.)

Gonna put my favorite scene down here for your viewing pleasure. It's a riot. 😆 Dratted clone totally stole the show, and I absolutely love him.

CHAPTER 7: THE GRAND FINALE

Eyes wide, Lydia and Beetlejuice rushed to the edge of the roof and looked down. One of the windows has exploded outward, unleashing a torrent of… “Is that glow-in-the-dark elephant toothpaste?” Beetlejuice asked, nonplussed. “I thought the witches were making moonshine!”

Below them, they heard more cheering and cries of “More!” and “Again!”

“The fuck?” Lydia asked, feeling a little out of body. This was a lot in a very short amount of time. Beetlejuice put a steadying arm around her waist, letting her lean on him, so she felt it when he stiffened. “What now?”

“It never rains but it pours,” he groaned. “I just got a message from my clones. I put two on the road to watch for Chuck and Delia.”

Lydia felt herself pale. “Oh shit.”

“Don’t panic,” he told her. “They’re stallin' your parents, and they’re two of my best. They were made for the stage."

~*~

“Hold on, Little Bug!” Delia cradled the blood-splattered clone in her arms as it spasmed in the stark illumination of the headlights. “Stay with us!”

Charles paced back and forth, pulling at his hair, frantic as his wife. “What do we do? What do we do? I can’t call an ambulance! BJ is going to go crazy when he hears I hit one of his clones!” He groaned. “I thought those things couldn’t be hurt!”

Gasping in indignation, Delia clutched the clone to her bosom. In her angel costume –tinsel halo and wings bobbling– it was a fitting image. “He’s not a thing!”

“I know that! But we still can’t take him to the hospital, now can we?!”

The blood-soaked clone jerked out of Delia’s hold, sitting up, reaching toward the moon with one dramatic hand as it clutched its heart with another

“Ah! No! Don’t go towards the light!” Delia cried, her hands fluttering wildly. “Charles!”

Charles rushed over, knocking his glowing devil horns askew in his haste. Together, they attempted to support the clone’s trembling body as it struggled for life. It stared into nothing, mouthing the word, “Rose…bud…”

The wail of a siren distracted them all from the death scene. A police car came flying up the road, lights spinning, but did manage to screech to a halt when they saw the Deetz car. One of the policemen stuck their head out the window. “Everything alright, folks?”

The clone in Delia’s arms glanced toward the back of the Deetz car. Another clone popped into view and gave a double thumbs up. In response, the one covered in blood abandoned its act and sprang to its feet. It gave the policemen and the Deetz a theatrical bow, then bounded into the surrounding foliage.

Everyone stared after it, then Charles let out a long, long sigh and picked up his fallen devil horns. “Yes, officer, everything is fine. Just some kids playing a not very funny prank.”

The officer nodded, then the car sped away.

Charles helped Delia to her feet, then they went back to their car. “What was that all about?” Delia wondered, eyes still wide.

“I’m not sure, but I’m also sure that it wasn’t an accident,” Charles said, and eased the car off the side of the road. The car jerked and groaned, sending their hearts into their throats again and causing Charles to hit the brakes hard for the second time that night. Immediately after, the car informed them that the back tires were low on pressure.

The couple exchanged meaningful looks, then stared in the direction the police car had gone. It only just now occurred to them that there were very few houses in that direction. “Definitely not an accident,” Charles said grimly. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I know that someone is going to be in a lot of trouble when we get home.”

#a little party never killed nobody #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice fanfiction #my fanfic #beetlebabes #musical babes #funny #beetlejuice the musical fanfiction #dance #songs #dance numbers #halloween #halloween party

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a-deed-without-a-name · 3 months

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"So what do you write?"

"Oh, y'know. Normal stuff."

The normal stuff:

#supernatural #fanfiction #wip #horror #unfortunately for us all #i'm not planning to post this one until halloween #starting early so i don't kill myself like i did in 2023 #we are going BIG and HARD on the body horror

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 7 months

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Halloween prompt year 2 day 13

"Please stop..." the teen pleaded and Bruce felt his heart clench. He was strapped down to a metal table like a frog being readied for dissection and it took everything Bruce had to not rush over and free him.

The chanting started up again and the boy started screaming, from pain or rage he wasn't sure. All he knew was that the fluids leaking from his and Salinas sons mouth and eyes looked far too similar to the Lazarus waters. The exorcism continued, with Constantine, Zatanna, and Raven all doing everything they could to back up the Exorcist as Danny convulsed on the table, more and more of the odd green goo oozing from his body. It was coming out of his ears and nose now, as well as his pores, giving the sweat on his body a sickly green sheen.

"This is number three!" The exorcist shouted, holding his object of power into the air, "I command you to go back to the damned!" The object was lowered with the intention of touching the boys forehead. The boy desperately tilted his head in an vain attempt to escape from it and Batman forced himself to clench his fists to keep himself from rushing over and helping his son. He hadn't even known Danny existed, having had another son hidden from him by a woman he had loved. He understands why Salina had did it. She must have been early on in the pregnancy with him when Jason had been killed.

She must have thought Bruce couldn't protect her or thier son.

She was right.

But Bruce was here now and he wanted his son to be free of whatever this 'Pit demon' wanted from him. "John. How much longer-"

*Booom*

His question was cut short by an explosion rocking the entirety of the building, forcing him and John to rush to the force of the blast and leave the other behind to complete the ritual

This turned out to be a mistake as it was just a diversion.

Bruce glared at the beast. The werewolf esqe being was holding his sons unconscious form in his arms. Its claws were sharp, long and thin like someone had attached a senbon to the end of each of the creatures fingers. Its teeth weren't much better, all long and needle sharp like something out of a nightmare. The beast, even from this distance, kept is gaze locked onto his own as it slowly backed away into the portal behind it, its clothes and black fur flowing unnaturally with its movements. In moments both the creature and the portal were gone.

So that was a pit demon.

Regardless, Bruce approached the place the portal had been. He would get his son back.

He swore it.

#halloween prompts #prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp #batman #danny phantom #danny fenton #fanfiction prompts #wulf dp #bruce is not ing a good place in this #neither is danny #what would an exorcism do to danny anyway?#i dont think it would be like the dreamcatcher thing in the show #i like to think it would force his ectoplasm from his body maybe even kill him #but thats for you guys to decide #leave what you think would happen in the comments especially if its an unhinged idea cause i like those #salena kyle #catwoman #happy friday the thirteenth

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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Legit ANYTHING Corey related- im head over hEELS for that man rn

Im also a sucker for fluff ;)

Dating Corey Cunningham Would Be Like This:

A/N: Might as well start with the dating hcs 🙃 requests are open if you want more for this guy. Please keep in mind that I'm not comfortable writing smut yet though; I've noted that on my inbox page and pinned post, but I've been getting quite a few smutty asks 😅

🔪• Corey's been through a lot, and to find a person willing to give him a chance and treat him like a person who matters... I absolutely believe he'd turn into a soft yandere. He's head over heels in love, protective to the point of killing anyone who tries to hurt you or take you away from him, and obsessively infatuated. He lives for you, and he'd die for you, period.

🔪• You probably meet him when he's being pushed around by a group of bullies somewhere in Haddonfield, and manage to get them off his back for a while, with a string of hateful comments. The boy's stunned that someone's standing up for him, and when you help him get his glasses back on after they were slapped off his face, he's stunned all over again. It takes Corey a good minute to stop stuttering and staring at you with wide, dopey eyes and form an actual sentence to introduce himself.

🔪• When you take him back to yours to patch him up, you can't help but notice his breath hitch at your soft touches, such a contrast from the rough shoves and harsh words he gets day after day outside. Heart eyes to the extreme as you concentrate on stopping any blood, and apologise when it stings. Corey barely notices it, and when you pull away as you finish, he chases your hand for a second before he blinks back into reality, heat rushing to his cheeks as he looks down at his feet and thanks you.

🔪• He has no idea why you're so nice to him, but from that day on, he's hooked. You're gonna start seeing him randomly pop up wherever you are, and at first, you assume it's because Corey wants to have you around so it discourages people from picking on him. Nope. He wouldn't mind if he was kicked around, if you could lean in close and clean him up so caringly again. He's fallen hard and very quickly, especially when you reassure him that you know he didn't kill that boy on purpose. You believe him? He almost cries, and looks up at you in wonder, with a hopeful "really?"

🔪• Corey Cunningham has found someone that sees him as a person instead of a monster, and he adores that the person is you. It doesn't take him long to ask him out; it is hard for him to get the courage to, since he's worried that he might be going too fast and certainly aiming too high with you. Saying yes to him will just fully unleash Corey being the clingiest, doting, protective boyfriend you'll ever know. He won't let you go now that he's found you. If he can't have you, no one can.

🔪• He's pretty goofy with how he acts and what he says, but you've told him it's cute, so he won't try to change. Being with you, he wants to keep you happy all the time, and keeps you to himself as much as possible, just in case you start listening to what others have got to say about him. Whatever you tell him though, he'll try to remember as much as possible, so he can how he's been listening by bringing it up again or giving you a little gift related to it.

🔪• To be honest, Corey's a really sweet, doting lover, and he looks at you like you're an angel whenever you're close together, or just working around the house. He'll follow you around like a lost puppy, and has puppy eyes to match, constantly clinging to you and wanting to help with whatever he can. It could get a little annoying if you don't want a shadow around you all the time, but he wants you as happy as possible, so if you tell him your boundaries, he'll eagerly follow them.

🔪• Corey's obsessiveness grows the closer you get, to the point where he goes as far as to kill for you. After he runs into Michael Myers, he takes both of your hands and looks you straight in the eyes excitedly as he tells you that he's not afraid of people anymore, and that he loves that you're always there to protect him. But now, he wants to be the one to protect you. He loves you to death, and he wants to prove it. It's up to you to decide whether or not to let him deal with anyone that upsets you with his violent methods, but he can and will if you say the word.

🔪• If you happen to meet Michael Myers, he won't kill you, but he won't be all soft with you either. His idea of being nice is not killing you, and that's that. Gradually, gradually, he'll decide to protect you, even opting to lurk around in the shadows and check on you and Corey every now and then, like a twisted kind of father figure or friend. So, if you're ever in trouble, you've got Haddonfield's boogeymen behind you when you need them.

🔪• It's scary to see the level of protectiveness and unhidden anger in Corey's eyes when someone's rude to you in front of him, a dark glare in his usually kind eyes. Suddenly, they've gone missing, or they've died in suspicious circumstances, Corey not paying any attention to the news report as he hugs you from where you're curled up on his lap with a small frown on your face. If you ask him for the truth, if he did it for you, he'll shrug and nod, "Well... yeah, I- I did it for you. I love you..." and that's all the explanation there really is.

🔪• He likes taking you for rides on his motorcycle in the evening, just to feel your arms embrace him tightly and a proud grin on his face when he knows you're enjoying it. Corey tries carrying you back upstairs afterwards, which ends up with you both collapsing in a heap on the bed, and him engulfing you with a tight hug with kisses planted on every inch of skin he can find.

🔪• Speaking of affection, Corey can be pretty smothering with it. He's shy and awkward at first, but after hugging you for the first time, and having your first kiss, he can't get enough of your attention and affection. He'll drink it up with a lovesick smile and lean into all of your touches. He can show how needy he is by whining in protest whenever you break a kiss for air, and latches back on in a second.

🔪• The pet names he gives you can be the basic 'baby' and 'sweetheart,' but Corey calls you stronger, more meaningful names at intimate moments too. 'Angel' is a very common one that he coos when he wakes you up gently in the mornings, burying his face in your neck, or whenever you're cleaning him up after a fight or a kill.

🔪• The times when he's most vulnerable, when you've got him wrapped around your finger playing with his curls, he'll whisper to you how all of him belongs to you, that he'll do anything for you, die for you. He's being absolutely honest, and it's nice to hear, but sometimes, when your eyes meet his desperate, loving gaze, you have to tell him that you don't want him to do anything too extreme for you, that you love him just the way he is.

🔪• You can never just kiss Corey briefly before you leave the house to work or anything. He'll draw out any affection you give him for as long as he can, so it's a hard task to prise his hands off your waist with a promise that you'll be done with work soon. It often ends up with him trailing after you, holding your hand tightly and stroking the back of it absentmindedly with his thumb.

🔪• Being in a relationship with Corey Cunningham is full of loving attention, obsessively so, and to know that he'd go as far to basically go on a killing spree for you is nice in a weird kind of way? There's no hope of getting out of it though, because he's happily devoted to you now, and that's just the way he likes it. God forbid anyone who tries messing with it.

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brandnewhuman · 1 year

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I kinda hate it ngl, could've been better tbh, good thing is not a serious piece lol. still @cherry-cola-on-ice COME HERE AND COLLECT YOUR GLITTERY BABYGIRL

(edit) I did a glitter version, I forgot to put it lmao.

#slasher fandom #slasher community #slashers #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #michael myers #michael myers fanart #slasher fanart #halloween kills #peepaw michael myers #peepaw myers

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loudlooks · 7 months

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Day 2 - Verify

A/N: Was still very irritated when I wrote this, also realized I probably don't even remember who canon Tony and Ziva are...

Tag for blocking purposes: 30 days of fall

Prompt: "You think someone died here?"

Word count: 482

"You think someone died here?"

Ziva looked up from her notepad and blinked slowly. "Tony," she waved her arms around at all the gravestones, "we are literally at a cemetery."

"Oh, is that what this is," he replied sarcastically, "I thought parks and rec had really outdone themselves for Halloween this year."

Ziva rolled her eyes at him, and flipped to the previous page in her notepad.

Tony snapped another photo of the blood trail leading to—or was it away from—the gravestone in front of them. "People tend to be dead by the time they're brought to a cemetery."

Ziva nodded at the blood trail. "With that amount of blood loss-"

"Could've been a blood sacrifice."

"You watch too many movies."

"It's Halloween month, Ziva, some people-"

"Month? It's a whole a month now?"

"It is if you're spooky enough...or Abby." He lowered his camera. "Do you think Abby is spooky?"

Ziva pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. It was midnight, colder than expected, and Tony's mind had begun to wander.

"I...no, I do not think she's spooky. Now can you please focus on the crime scene so we can go home?"

"Hmm, could be a goat." Tony scuffed at a twig with the tip of his shoe.

"Yesterday you said Gibbs was the goat?"

He looked up at her confused. "What?"

"What?" She replied testily.

Tony pointed at the ground. "The blood, Ziva, it could be goat blood." He looked to his right. "In fact..."

The light of his flashlight followed a trail on the ground that Ziva could not see. Something white in the bushes seemed to reflect the light beam. They unholstered their guns and walked closer.

A small nod at Tony to make sure he was ready, and Ziva pushed away part of the bushes with her left arm, gun at the ready.

"What?"

Tony lowered his firearm, then holstered it. "I was right, again."

Ziva glared at him. "You said it was a goat." She pointed with her gun. "This is a poorly constructed, bloody mess of papier-mâché.”

"Shaped like a goat." He crouched down next to it to get a better look.

Ziva huffed.

Tony ignored her, and reached out to touch the red, blood like substance covering much of the "victim". He raised his fingers to his nose, then lowered them to his mouth and licked them.

Ziva made a sound of disgust. "Why would you do that?”

Tony rolled his eyes and held up his hand in the light. "It's some kind of syrup."

"You did not know that."

"I have enough experience with Halloween pranks to assume it would be."

"I thought we should never assume, always verify."

"I verified it...with my tongue."

“I am definitely writing this in my report.” She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “I cannot wait for Ducky and Abby to read it.”

#30 days of fall #ncis fanfiction #my fanfiction #the only thing i like about this #is how while writing #my brain went from dead marine (nah too serious) to dead deer (but then how did it die) to a wolf attacked it #(are there even wolves in DC also dead deer is too sad) to a big dog (but how do they know it was a dog) to the deer killed it in #self defense (great now you've doubled the sad by killing two animals) to it's a fake goat halloween prank #to remember how mulder would always touch gross stuff? make it even more gross

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perfectlyperfectstranger · 3 months

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Sooo about that Corey Cunningham story would you guys read it?

Synopsis: You and Allyson are friends and have been for a while when she mentions this guy she worked on at the hospital..

?? i don’t know i’ve never written before i have like a half written already

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends #halloween kills #corey cunningham imagines #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher x you #slashers #halloween ends x reader #halloween kills x reader

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lollyholly234 · 1 year

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Hi guys! This is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy it! and sorry if the writing is bad, I am not a professional writer but I hope you guys still like it and please let me know what you want next! 😍💕❤️😘💖

Yandere Laurie Strode x Reader (Platonic)

“An obsession is a way for damage people to damage themselves more.” - Mark Barrowcliffe

You were living with the one and only Laurie Strode The woman who survived Michael Myers, She was surprisingly very nice despite her cold interior, She started treating you as if you were her granddaughter, You even met her actual granddaughter Alison Nelson and her daughter Karen Nelson and started to have family meals as if you guys were a family and you started to see them as your family too, It was very nice but then everything changed. Karen and Alison stopped showing up to the house and stopped having meals with you guys, You wondered what went wrong but then you started to see why... Laurie started to become overprotective and paranoid and then more paranoid. It was getting too much, If you were going out somewhere she would ask where? and how long? And then she would demand she come with you, You weren’t even allowed to go out partying with your friends or go and see your family, She would keep talking about Michael and keep telling you he is going to get out and stay alert. You just want it to stop and have your old Laurie back but you understood she has had a hard life and she may never heal but you just couldn’t help feeling like you need to live your live as well.

It was Friday and you have just finished work, You have just gotten promoted in the work that you have been waiting for, It had been weeks that you have been waiting for this promotion so you were really happy and have been feeling proud of yourself! Your friends decided it would be a good idea to go out to a party to celebrate your promotion and to be honest you were excited! It would be nice to celebrate this big goal and also have a bit break from everything

“Come on girl! This is a big deal! you need this! Chloe spoke excitingly and happily, Holding your hands and rubber thumbs on your hands.

“I know I am just worried about Laurie and she told me not to go tonight.” You said looking nervous and worried while holding Chloe’s hands back.

“Don’t worry she will be fine and come on you need a break, She is up your ass about everything, Don’t worry about her, She can handle it,” Chloe said looking confident and strong while letting go of your hands.

You decided she was right and you love Laurie but you need a break so you get dressed and go to do your makeup, You quickly headed downstairs and look around for any signs of Laurie, Thankfully then were none so you heard out but not known to you Laurie was standing in the bedroom window looking down with sadness and pissed look in her eyes.

You have just got back from partying with your friends, You had an amazing time with your friends it was nice to have finally some time to breathe and live, There were some times you would see some flashes of white and you saw a man in blue overalls outside standing near a tree but despite knowing who that was you just played it off as your mind playing tricks on you. Eventually you and your friends needed to head home, Chloe offered to give you a lift home but you said no and said goodbye to them and walk home.

You thankfully got home and opened the door hoping Laurie wouldn’t hear you but unfortunately for you all your luck ran out.

“I thought I told you it was not safe to go! who are those girls?!” Laurie was sitting in a chair with a glass of wine with a gun next to her looking angry and looking mad.

You turned around and looked at her shocked.

“What!? Thought you could just walk out like that knowing I didn't want you going out!? You should know better than that sweetheart.” Laurie said looking angry and sinister.

You start to get angry “I love you Laurie but I am a grown-ass woman! I am allowed to go out when I want to! You need to stop Laurie! Michael is not coming back! That asshole is locked up for good so please stop this now! We need to live our lives!

“If you are a grown-ass woman then start acting like one! Can’t you see I am trying to protect you! All of you! Michael is going to come back! He always does so you need to stay here where you are safe!

“No! You have no control over my life so stay out of it!” You run upstairs and run to your room, You heard Laurie shouting for you but you shut it out, You just wanted to get away.

Once you were inside your room you started running to pack your things ready for tomorrow, You decided you had enough, You were leaving, You have a life and you need to live and being with Laurie was just going to stop you, You love Laurie and you hope she gets the support and help she needs but you need to move on so your call Chloe to pick you up for tomorrow and schedule a time, You then go have a shower and brush your teeth, Put some sleepwear on and get into bed thinking about tomorrow and how you're going to tell Laurie.

“I am going to miss her. I just wish she would listen to me and understand that I will be okay. I don’t know what I am going to do without her.” You say before falling into the darkness of sleep.

You then wake up It is morning, Today is the day It’s time to leave, You know in your heart you will miss Laurie so much You will miss the little meals you two would have together and the love and warmth from her, The cuddles and kisses but you need freedom and space, You need your life. You started getting up but then you felt something on your chest, You tried to get up more but you couldn’t, You then looked down and saw you were strapped down to the bed.

“What The Hell.” You said looking down at the strap.

You started to shout for Laurie hoping she could help you. Laurie then comes into your room looking lovesick and smiling.

“Yes, baby? Is everything okay? Do you need help?” She said then looking down at the strap, Her smile never leaves her face.

“Oh yes that, You see sweetheart I heard about your little plan, I also heard you packing, I also heard you calling that same girl I saw you hanging out with, But what was her name? Yes that's right! Chloe so i decided you need a little bit of help knowing where you belong, So yes sweetheart your not leaving! Don't worry your money has been payed back and i packed all your things away so don't worry dear, Everything is okay,''

You looked at her shocked and scared.

“My dear you know very well that you can't leave your family behind, I know your a big girl now but your still my little grandbaby! I need to keep you and your mother and your sister safe!

Laurie then walks over to your suitcase and opens it, She takes out your journal and opens it, She then reads it.

She then looks up at you looking concerned.

“Oh my dear you don't need to hide things from me, I am your grandmother. I am here to protect you and keep you safe. You just need to trust me.” Laurie says looking lovesick.

“I do trust you, Laurie, I am just scared, I just want my freedom and my life back.” You say while looking scared not wanting to trigger her.

“You don't need to be scared ______, I just want you to be safe, I can,t lose you, sweetheart and I won't so please just do as I say please. Okay now just be a good girl and go to sleep. Goodnight Love you.” Laurie kisses you on your forehead and turns off the light and leaves the room, Leaving you in dark with your thoughts making you think about what went wrong.

#yandere #laurie strode #halloween ends #halloween kills #halloween #horror #obession #obessive love #fanfic #first fanfic #first fanfiction

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