#allyson x corey

[the-woman-upstairs]

Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being the town pariah for accidentally killing a kid.

[verywolf589]

A major of people don’t like this movie but damn it because it has that one guy you like and that ship you love so you’ll watch it regardless. 

[fandomnerd9602]

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…

Tags: @deafeningsharkslimeempath @revanshand @ma1egamer @jacelion @konstantin609 @russianredassassin @tokufighter

[sapphire600]

This has been on my mind lately

[mrs-steve-harrington]

would you love me more if I killed someone for you? would you hold my hands? they're the same ones that I used when I killed someone for you

[toxicanonymity]

Halloween Ends novelization, hottest scene 🥵

[ethanhoewke]

Corey x Allyson edit

@toxicanonymity @slutforstabbings @hall0ween-twn

[fecking-weirdo]

Golden retriever turned psychotic murderer x weirdo with a messy past

[clemkruckinnie]

there is zero content for allyson x reader. biphobia at its finest

(talk to me ab her 👀👀👀)

[the-woman-upstairs]

“I’ll take butch/femme dynamics in 2022 horror movie romances for $400, Alex.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Stitched Together

Allyson Nelson-Strode x Wick! Reader

Part Two of 'Stitched' - Set during Halloween Ends

Life was moving quite well for you and Allyson Strode. You moved in together with your newly adopted dog. You were on friendly-ish terms with Ally's grandmother Laurie. You even made friends with the local mechanic, a good fellow by the name of Corey Cunningham. All seemed pretty easy going for you.

But then you got the call from the Chicago branch of the Continental. Allyson and Corey didn't know about your real job. The family business. You belong to the lineage of one Jonathan Wick. Most called him the Baba Yaga. You called him Dad.

But there was no time to dwell on that. The Continental called you to a meeting in its bar all the way in Chicago. You told Allyson that you'd have to attend a day conference and went out.

On the way out of town, you found a couple of band geeks beating up Corey, smashing a bottle of chocolate milk in his hand.

You throw the car into a spin and jump out, "hey!" you yell as you run to your friend's aid. The band geeks scatter. Corey looks to you, a little disappointed and a little angry.

"You alright Cunningham?"

"Could be better" he huffs as you quickly wrap his hand in a towel and guide him to your mustang.

It was a detour but you take Corey to the hospital. "Honey" you call out to your girlfriend, "stitch job needed"

She doesn't hesitate to begin the procedure, "well this brings back memories" she chuckles

"Huh?" Corey asks

"Allyson and I met this way" you shrug.

"I got this covered" Ally smiles at you, "you still heading to your meeting? Think you'll be back in time for the party?"

"Yeah" you wave at her as you head out, "I'll be back by tonight"

"Why don't you come with us, Corey?"

Corey actually smiles, "uh...sure."

You make your way out of Haddonfield and towards Chicago. Your destination lies in sight: the Chicago Continental. A building relatively similar to the one in New York.

You walk into the lobby and come face to face with Persephone, the concierge.

"Welcome back to the Continental, Mr. Wick" she smiles, her gothic eyes stare daggers into yours.

"Hey 'Seph" you state, "where is he?"

"The Bar" she smiles, "drinks have already been paid for."

You walk into the hotel's bar to find your grandfather, Winston, sitting there sipping a martini. "Hello (Y/N)" he smiles, "it appears that everyone in the family besides your father has been fighting some sort of slasher"

"New York?"

"Your brother is fighting Ghostface" he winces before taking another sip of his drink. "want anything to drink?"

"I have a drive home, can't drink" you smirk.

"Shame. I feel the Wick boys could use one"

"Maybe after. Why am I here?"

"Your assignment has not changed. We want the head of Michael Myers."

"Easier said than done, Winston"

He smiles, "I thought the Shape was no match for one of the Baba Yagas"

"I'm gonna need guns"

"Check with the armory here, no charge" Winston takes one last drink from his martini as you head out.

You load up on all your weapons. A shotgun with dragon's breath ammo, a bowie knife, and your family's favorite: the 9mm Pit Viper. Your dad would've approved.

Maybe it was some devilish machination or some cruel twist of fate but as you drove towards Haddonfield, something was afoot. Some evil influence had a desire for your friend.

Corey just so happened to run into those band geeks again. He was beaten and thrown over the edge of the bridge.

And something...or rather someone found him.

To Be Continued...

[sapphire600]

Okay, I know I’m late but I need to get this off my chest.

Remember when Corey said something like "If I can’t have her." (I don’t remember the exact words, but it was something like that.) talking about Allyson to Laurie before stabbing himself, it finally makes sense to me.

Corey wasn’t only talking about romantic love, he was talking about love in general. He wanted to ruin Laurie and Allyson relationship so he can be the only person that Allyson loved just as she was the only one he loved to.

[perfectlyperfectstranger]

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…

[sochawrites]

Ok Corey Cunningham one-shot with an s/o who is also a serial killer on the run looking for a new start. Working at a new job as the towns new librarian. So when they come across Corey ,while trying to get some gas and snacks, with the cut in his hand they already know what to do to patch him up with the first aid kit in their car. Corey just looked so cute, they couldn't resist so maybe some stalking here and there couldn't hurt. So imagine to their surprise to finding out that someone was stalking the stalker. The stalker's stalker is just as obsessed as they are so as a gift reader sends Corey a heart(like a human heart) and in return he gives them the knife he first killed someone with. And they both leave secret little love letters for each other bc they're both so shy around another.

Imma try, but I think I died inside a little while writing this, since it got to over 1800 words and it's finals week, not that I have any chance at having any reasonable results either way... Anyways, hope you'll enjoy this attempt of mine! ^^

Fascination

Corey Cunningham x serial killer!reader

The people here were different from what you were used to, always looking behind their shoulders, triple locking their doors and whatnot. If you were not trying to leave your old life behind, you'd take their awareness as a personal challenge. You of course knew why they all acted that way, news about Michael Myers spread like wildfire everywhere at that time, which is why Haddonfield was perfect for you. 

With a serial killer still lurking around, if you ever felt the need, you'd just have to match his style, which wasn't as easy as one may have thought, he had an almost artistic execution, but not many people seemed to notice. 

The quiet library helped you cease your longing for bloodshed, since the only people coming in nowadays were old people, and they were out of your preferred age group. They were a nice source of information on the other hand, way better than the news reports, always remembering some interesting backstories. You learned about many people that way, and you were most interested in learning about Laurie Strode and her granddaughter, Allyson. They both had a strong survival instinct in them, they'd be fun to break.

So it might have been just a pure coincidence that you were at the same gas stop as Strode, at the very same time. You were ready to go inside too when a little commotion grabbed your attention. A bunch of band kids ganging up on some guy? Oh, how have the times changed...

"Hey! Get away from him!" you scolded the kids. One of them stopped what he was doing, just to look at you venomously, "Can't you see we're having just a little fun moment here? Go away". You wanted to add that kid to your list so, so much, but you had to control yourself. "Don't use that tone on me, kid. Scatter or I'm telling your grandparents." their baffled expressions were enough to bring a smile to your face, "That's right, I know them. So, what will it be?".

You barely finished your line, before the kids were exchanging looks, and running away, inside the store and out of your earshot. "Goddamn kids, I swear they are getting worse every year." you mumbled, just so the guy on the ground could hear you and turned to him, "You good?".

"I've been better..." he reached for his wrist, squeezing it hard. You tilted your head at the motion, but a quick look at the ground answered the unsaid question for you. You were never one to help people, quite the opposite, really, but an idea emerged in your mind. 

Laurie had always looked at you in a way you could only call recognition as if deep down she know who you were. It made your blood boil. How could she know? You were trying so hard! But maybe seeing you helping someone would change her mind slightly.

"Let me see..." you cooed at the stranger, gently taking his hand and pulling it closer to you. There was some glass stuck in his palm, along with some plain cuts. It looked painful, but at the end of the day, you've... seen worse. "I've got some aid kit in my car... If you want me to help, that is." he simply nodded and pulled himself up, only now letting you have a good look at his face. He looked weirdly familiar... and cute. 

It wasn't until he was seated at the edge of your trunk with you dissecting his wounds that the realization hit you, "Sorry if I'm a bit probing, but aren't you Corey Cunningham?". The stranger has visibly stiffened, confirming your suspicions. "Oh, don't worry, I'm the last person who'd ostracize you."

Small talk was never your forte, but this guy, this Corey, he was... intriguing, so you tried to conversate while you patched him up, eventually going as far as offering him a ride home, Laurie long forgotten. He was hesitant to accept but did so after you reassured him a few times that you certainly didn't mind. 

The ride was quiet, your skittish nature finally getting the better of you, and his one wasn't helping the quiet at all. But you already knew all you needed, and if you didn't? You were dead set on finding out more by your old ways. There was something so interesting about him, enough to relit the spark you tried to vanquish.

Your time at work started to go by gradually slower and slower, your body itching to go out and lurk around your new obsession, out of his sight, of course. But today was different, special. You had a little gift prepared for him today. An invitation to a Halloween party, and a cheap plastic mask. The invitation was anonymous, but you couldn't wait to see his surprised face when would find it.

"Well, I certainly didn't expect you here! Corey, how are you?" you cheered at him as if you weren't waiting by the entrance for him ever since you showed up. He smiled at you, happy to see a familiar, non-hateful face, "Could always be better, but thanks for asking, how are you?". You exchanged some pleasantries, which was expected, before you gently took his hand and pulled him towards the bar, "I don't know how about you, but I'm thirsty! Let's get something". 

The night went smoothly, you talked, laughed, danced, and did the little conventionally expected drinking. You could say that you had a blast, that is until you didn't and panic was set in your core. You lost him. You lost Corey! He was right by your side just a moment before. Right there! You mentally pointed and looked around the spot. But now, you couldn't see him anywhere, he wasn't at the bar, he wasn't at the dance floor, he wasn't there! The only place you haven't looked around was the outside. You went out, full of anticipation, anxious to find him there, just to see those darn music kids riding around, but no Corey in sight.

Did he not want to talk to you anymore? Have you said something? Have you done something?

You spend the whole night, day and another night looking for him but ultimately decided to wait for him in the vicinity of his house. He had to go home sooner or later, no? It was long after sunrise when he showed up, looking all beat up, dirty, and visibly distressed. You could hardly contain yourself from running up to him. Was he really there? or was your broken mind playing tricks on your eyes? But why was he... bloody? You didn't dare to get any closer, in fear it truly was only a delusion, and what would you even say to him after he practically ran away from you like Cinderella. How come you didn't think about what you would say to him? You stayed at your spot for a while longer before you decided to leave, but something stopped you. 

The devil's eyes were looking right at you from across the road, hidden behind the dirty, off-white, beaten mask. There was no doubt in your mind, it had to be Michael Myers himself, in broad daylight. When had he shown up? You had a little stare-off before he tilted his head. You had no idea what that meant but something inside you told you to nod. Why? You had no idea, but the shape had seemingly lost interest in you, turning his gaze at the house your shared obsession dwelled. However, your eyes stayed on him. This was fascinating, and you had to know more.

It wasn't long until Michael grew bored of waiting for the boy, and went away. You weren't far behind him, stalking him, or so you thought, you were merely allowed to follow. 

You made your way to the entrance of his nest, there were marks of dragged bodies all over, and a fresh pool of blood smeared towards a weirdly taunt-up tent. Was it a good idea to follow him there? Probably not, and you'd be most likely pushing your luck if you deiced to go any further. But luck was for those who didn't know how to swim through life, so you went in.

The vivid smell was the first thing to reach your senses. Shit, piss and old blood, to normal people it would be a sign to get the hell out of there, you were far from normal though. Michael was, as you expected, standing in something one could hardly call a room, but it was a kind of space. There were piles of weird substances all over, along with rats, dead rats, bones and- Corey's mask! This was something you had to think through. Corey was here, with Michael, and survived, something that was unheard of, although... you were there too...

You settled on going home since Myers would most likely just continue ignoring you in his uncanny way. You turned on both TV, radio and social media, looking for clues. It didn't take long, as the words were flooding all channels and apps. A new killer was on the scene, seen together with the shape, wearing a scarecrow mask. Was this why he was so intriguing to you? Did Michael see the same in him? And was he now his apprentice? "This needs something special"

You would lie to yourself if you said you didn't miss the feeling. The heat, the texture, oh what bliss! The warm heart of a young man in your palms... Now the less enjoyable part – clean up. 

The Allen's house was towering over you, it was starting to look like a ruin. The front doors were unlocked. Corey was lying by the stairs, you could see the dried red liquid beneath him from where the little kid had fallen. He looked so peaceful, you couldn't help but gush over him, and before you knew it, your hand was caressing his cheek. He sleepily leaned into it, it made you smile, and you wanted to live in this moment forever. You couldn't stay, not yet, still feeling awkward, but you hoped the note you left for Corey, together with your gift, would help with your problem. For my scarecrow...

You went lurking outside the house, waiting for the new resident to wake up and leave, leaving free space for you to look around. It took him longer than you expected, waking long after midday, he must be hungry, and not being to go home for food from his mother... you might fetch something for him after you're done here. The box you had placed in front of the doors was gone, put away from prying eyes, but your note was there instead. Except it wasn't just your note anymore. Corey's handwriting was facing you, it was messy but still readable, and it did well to express the rush of emotions he must have felt. You swiftly scanned it over, a smirk forming on your lips. Maybe you wouldn't have to bring anything here with you... Maybe you could take him with you instead, and perhaps slaughter some people together here and there... Oh, you could definitely do some more slaughtering...

[toxicanonymity]

Thick, muscular neck 🥵 Slutty adam's apple 🥵Hickey-like bruising from Michael 🥵 🥵🥵

[horrorslu7]

Hello! Would you mind writing a Corey Cunningham thing where the reader is jealous of Allyson? Maybe Corey and the reader were friends, reader had a crush, but then the whole movie plot happens? Maybe even a little bit of yandere tendencies on the reader's part? Idk, whatever you feel is right, but I need more fics to be of a jealous reader... Mostly because I'm so jealous of Allyson personally...

Hiii, thank you so much for requesting! I really liked your request, I think that jealousy can be a very interesting feeling to write about. I hope I made your request justice and you like it 💕

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.

Pairing: Corey Cunningham x fem!reader.

Trigger warnings: Murder, manipulation, stalking and yandere themes in general.

You have been friends with Corey since you two were little kids. You two lived in front of each other and went to the same school and later on same high school too.

Corey was a very shy kid but also a very cute and funny one. You talked to him first and at the beginning he was kind of shy when talking to you but he really wanted to make friends and you seemed nice, unlike all the other kids, so eventually he warmed up to you.

With time you two became best friends. Corey never had many friends, even before the accident, he tried though. People would talk to him just enough so he didn't realize they were using him to get their homework done without any effort on their end other than talking to "Corey the nerd."

It bothered you how everyone would use him and leave him and he didn't realize or care. He got so happy when others talked to him in a friendly manner, and let's not talk about how flustered he would get when other girl's would bat their eyelashes at him before asking him if he could help them with their homework.

When the second thing happened was usually when you would blow up on him and tell him that he looked like an idiot getting used by everyone and then discarded. Usually after that you would say you were sorry and that you didn't mean to hurt him but it just pained you to see him get happy about people just talking with him out of interest.

He would always say it's fine, deep down he knew you were right and he appreciated having a friend like you that would tell him the truth, but he wanted to make friends so bad he just tried to ignore the fact that you were right.

But don't take that the wrong way, he loved you too, as a friend. You were his best friend, the person he trusted the most in the world, and probably the person he loved the most in the world, even if it was platonically.

Or well, that's how it was before she came around.

You were the only person who stuck with him after the accident, the only person who loved him without expecting nothing from him but love back, you never judged him and you trusted him with your life.

And for what? He discarded you the second another woman even looked his way. How could he do that to you?

He talked to Allyson one time and all of the sudden was all "Oh sorry, can we hang out another time? I already made plans" or "I forgot we already had plans sorry, can we change them?"

At the beginning you really wanted to believe it was a one time thing and before you knew it your Corey would be back in your arms crying because she left him like everyone ever does. But you were wrong this time, for the first time.

She didn't left him, they kept on hanging out and Corey stopped texting you and reaching out to you.

He would take days to answer your texts, sometimes weeks. When you called him out on it he said he was sorry and didn't mean to, that he was just busy and forgot to text you back.

At the beginning you were angry at him, you thought this was all him leaving you for someone prettier, someone who was more interesting, someone who stole what was yours.

But eventually you realized it was her behind all of this, she probably took some notes from her psycho relative Michael Myers and lied to Corey about you so he would stop talking to you.

You would follow Corey without him knowing to know what she did for or to him that was so special to make him forget all about you. He would laugh at her stupid jokes, he would listen to her how he used to listen to you and he would look at her how he was supposed to look at you.

One day you had enough, you went to her house when you thought it was just her. Pocket knife on your hand hidden on the pocket of your jacket. She opened the door looking clueless as if she didn't know you.

"Hi, can I help you?" Allyson asked looking at you like she was trying to figure out who you were and why you looked so familiar.

"Yeah, you can help me with something actually." You said with smile on your face but before you could take the knife out Corey came from behind her with a smile which completely dropped when he saw you and the dark look hiding behind your usually kind eyes.

"What are you doing here?" He asked moving Allyson out of the way softly before stepping out of the house making you take a few steps back.

"I just came here to talk to Allyson, I didn't know you were here." You said letting go of the knife and taking your hands out of your pockets.

Corey put a hand on your shoulder leading you out of the porch before telling you to please leave the two of them alone, and that you two could hang out another time if you stopped being so persistent.

That day was the day you decided to stop trying to talk to him. You still stalked him though but didn't text him as much. You knew that she will leave him eventually and he would come back.

And he did. He went months without hanging out with you, centering his whole attention on Allyson. You wanted to throw up everytime you thought about them together but somehow you couldn't stop doing so, praying that soon you would take her place.

Eventually she did leave him. It was past midnight and you were in your living room trying to concentrate on the movie that was on, when you heard desperate knocking at the door. You went to see who it was and you couldn't help but feel surprised by seeing Corey on the other side of the door.

You let out a scoff before opening. "What happened? Did your nurse girlfriend not open her door?" You asked, deep down you were aching to touch him and check if he was okay, you wanted to know who did this but he had to learn to never leave you again.

"Can I come in please? I'll tell you everything." He said looking at you with those big puppy eyes. You let him in and he made his way to your bedroom.

You went after him, grabbing the first aid box on the way. He sat on your bed while you sat next to him making him look at you while you tried to cure him.

"I'm sorry I left you." Your hand stopped moving and your eyes looked him at his instantly, your whole attention being centered on his apology that you been waiting for for a very long time. "You were right, like you always are."

A few tears rolled down his eyes and you wiped his tears with your soft fingers. "I should've never left you behind." For a few seconds you caressed his face slowly just to make sure you weren't hallucinating all of this. "I will never do that again, I promise."

His hands went to rest on top of yours before he left a sweet kiss on one of your hands. You couldn't help it anymore and you hugged him as intensely as you could without hurting him. He hugged you back caressing your hair.

"If you ever do that to me again I will kill you." You said letting out a few tears, it felt so good to have him back. "I missed you so much."

"I did too." He partially broke the hug putting his hands on your face making you look at him. "Do you wanna leave this town with me?"

It seemed very out of pocket, Corey looked and acted very different since the last time you two hang out but you always wanted to move with him somewhere far far away from here, and you wouldn't miss on the opportunity now.

"Yes!" You said smiling, he smiled back at you before kissing you. It felt as if fireworks were exploding on your head, you gladly kissed him back.

You weren't entirely sure of what happened to Corey on this time you two didn't talk but you loved this new Corey. This new Corey left you yes but, when he came back he made all of your dreams came true on the same night.

You couldn't be mad at him for long anyways so why not forgive him now and just enjoy this new beginning.