#corey cunningham x y/n

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Rock Bottom Ch 6: Rock Hard

3.1k | Corey x Y/N, Corey x Y/N x Michael x Corey x Y/N | NSFW

Summary: They just can't help themselves 🥵

She turns off the flashlight and slowly holsters it along with her gun.  She takes a deep breath, mesmerized by Corey's disheveled, aroused state. 

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Corey watches (Y/N) survey the scene and prays she arrived alone.  

Seeing her in uniform takes him back to 2019 when she felt him up at the courthouse.  Corey now suspects that before she met Michael, she didn't desperately crave criminal cock.  He wonders if she was miserable like him or had a good life. He wonders what her first time with Michael was like.  He can still taste Michael's cock in his mouth, and his jaw is pleasantly sore. 

Her flashlight illuminates Dr. Mathis on the ground. She kicks him to make sure he's dead - probably not Sheriff's Office protocol.  She bends down and puts her fingers on the doctor's pulse through the dry-cleaning bag.  Corey quietly stands up, but stays doubled over, holding his bloody hand and pressing his wrist into his stiff, aching shaft. 

She's still looking at the doctor, inspecting the scene curiously. Her hand goes to her radio.   

"He was a bad guy," Corey interrupts.  His voice is even lower and more gravely than usual.   

She stands and whips around toward him. "Cunningham, is that you?"  Her light shines on him.

She touches her radio and says, "False alarm."  It beeps.  She comes closer and starts to ask, "What are you-" when she looks through the glass sliding door to the bedroom and sees Deb, the nurse, pinned to the wall. 

Her eyes widen and she steps closer to the sliding door.  "He was here."  She turns to face Corey more directly.  He raises an arm to shield his eyes from the light and she lowers it.  The light falls down his blue sweater and lands on his unbuttoned pants.  Her eyebrows shoot up, intrigued.  

She turns off the flashlight and slowly holsters it along with her gun.  She takes a deep breath, mesmerized by Corey's disheveled, aroused state.  The look on her face says his cock is the only thing in the world that matters right now.  He follows her gaze to the swell in his briefs peeking out from his unbuttoned pants.  

She approaches and stands right up against him.  He doesn't budge.  She grabs his ass.  Her uniform pants glide smoothly against his engorged briefs while her belt digs into his hip bones.  Corey begins to breathe heavier.  Before he knows it, his hands are unbuttoning her uniform top.  And she lets him.  No hesitation this time.  

Corey pauses and meets her eyes.  "Yeah, he was here," he tells her. "And you don't know Michael as well as you think." 

"Why's that," she asks quietly in his ear, uninterested.   She pulls him against her and grinds into him.  He swells harder and she exhales with a soft moan.  

"I sucked his cock," Corey says.

She laughs into his neck and her breath is warm on his skin.  Corey sniffs.  

She pulls back to look at him, and her smile fades when she sees his watery eyes. 

"Holy shit." For a moment, she looks like she's seen a ghost, but one she'd like to fuck.      

"Yeah," Corey says.  "It was. . ." His lip trembles.  

"Yeah," she says softly, looking into his eyes. 

She looks at him warmly and touches his cheek. There's a hint of sympathy but mostly wonder.  She closes her eyes and kisses his lips.  When she looks at him again, her eyes are wild.  She licks her lips and takes a deep breath.  She walks Corey up against the glass door. 

She breathes heavily, looks back and forth between his eyes, cradles his head with one hand, and kisses him desperately, like she wants to suck something out of him.  

She reaches into his briefs. 

"God,"  she says half into his mouth when she feels his naked girth.   

He thrusts into her hand. He's still painfully hard and her soft skin feels so good.  She pulls his cock out and steps back enough to marvel at it, then  lowers herself to her knees.  She admires it head on then wraps her lips around it.  She takes it halfway into her mouth and sucks. A pang of pleasure shoots through his gut. After only a moment, she stops to lustily admire it again.  She licks it up and down and massages it slowly in her hand as it weeps.  She sucks up his pre-cum and starts to take him into her mouth again, then stops. 

"No," she says, her brow furrowing as she thumbs the swollen head.  "I need you inside me."  

Corey inhales deeply. 

Her face is flushed and her chest heaves under her unbuttoned uniform. "Right now," she says to his cock, then looks up at Corey before standing.  She grabs a tool from her belt and pries open the glass door.  She holds it open for Corey and unbuckles her belt with the other hand. 

Corey undresses then sits at the foot of the bed, massive erection throbbing in one hand against his abdomen.

Her cheeks grow even rosier as she admires the pool of blood under Michael's artwork while pulling off her boots.  She puts the gun on the bed and lets the weight of her belt and holster send her pants to the floor with a thud.  She takes the radio off, turns it down, and throws it in the pile.    

She walks up between Corey's knees. He lets go of his cock and she grabs it while he pulls down her soaked underwear, then feels her with his thick fingers. 

Corey wants her so bad his face hurts, but he feels guilty about last time.  "Are you sure?" He asks. 

"God, yes," she says, and the breath in her voice leaves no doubt that she means it. 

She spreads her knees wide to straddle Corey’s broad frame on the bed. "You're right.  I guess I don't know him."  

Corey swallows. 

"He wants you alive," she adds.

She grabs his cock and massages her clit with it, breathing heavily. 

"You really sucked him off," she says, shaking her head.  "That's so fucking hot." She looks like she means it. 

She positions his swollen tip for entry. Corey's brow furrows.  He wets his lips as his large hands knead her hips.  

"Are you sure?" She asks. 

Between heavy breaths, he manages to say, "I'd die happy."  

Her wet heat begins to engulf the head of his cock. He groans and pulls her hips down.  

Her tight cunt sinks onto him and she gasps as her insides make way for his girth.  Corey thrusts his hips up and she moans.  She feels so hot, so wet, so snug. He can feel every ridge of her walls. She begins to rise up and he pulls her down harder.  His breath hitches as he bottoms out.  They grind their hips in rhythm.  

Red and blue lights flash in the fog outside and Corey's heart jumps into his throat. He freezes and his large hands force her still on his cock. 

"Is back-up coming?" He asks her.  

She doesn't even look. Her eyes are barely open.  "We're good, just fuck me," she begs, rolling her hips into him.

Corey wants nothing more than to do just that, but lights are definitely flashing outside.  

"A car's here," he insists.  She turns to look but the light cuts off before she can see it. 

She sighs and reaches for the gun. "Leave the look-out to me, okay? Fuck me, then we’ll get out of here." 

She rises halfway up his cock then sinks back down with a moan and starts rolling into him again.  She puts her wrists behind his head, holding the gun in one hand and fingering his curls with the other as she rides him.  Corey lets her, but he's hesitant. Law enforcement is definitely on the property.  

"Fuck me like you mean it," she demands.  She takes his chin in her hand.  "Now." She's not asking. 

She pauses to rip off her undershirt and bra.  Then she starts moving her hips again, her eyes drifting from the window to the artwork.  She takes a deep breath and begins riding him full-throttle, moaning.  

It feels too good. Corey closes his eyes and they kiss sloppily – So much for the look-out.  He kneads her asscheeks and already feels like he could come any second.  

A noise outside startles him. 

"It's nothing," she says, incapable of caring about anything but his cock inside her.  She keeps riding him. A rush of pleasure shoots from his balls, through his chest, to his throat. His ass clenches and he erupts inside her, his strong arms wrapping around her back.  He buries his mouth in her neck to keep from making noise. She moans quietly with each pulse of his enormous load. When his balls are empty, Corey slows to a halt. Any other time, he'd be committed to making her come. 

"No, no, no, PLEASE don't stop," she begs. She's practically crying. 

Corey feels bad.  She's already such a hot mess, how long could it possibly take her to come?  What's more, if he's honest with himself, he feels so much safer with her walls around his cock, even in this hazardous situation.  He hopes she'll finish quickly.

"Yeah," he pants.  "Just a sec." Her hips move and his large hands still her.  

She twitches around him and he groans from the overstimulation, but a loud crash cuts him off.  Corey reflexively tightens his arms around her.  They sit frozen on the bed.  

There's a scuffle, a man groans, and something clatters to the ground.  

Corey starts to whisper, “should we-”

"Shhh. Don't move," she says. 

They stay perfectly still for what feels like five minutes.  His cock twitches inside her and her nipples harden against his pecs.  

They hear footsteps.  She lets Corey's cock slide out and slowly leans back to peer across the room.  His hands on her hips keep her from falling off him.   The blood rushes to his pounding heart and head.  Both of them stay frozen, looking toward the sound.   

-

The footsteps resume and get closer, heavier.  

A shadow appears.

Then a shape.

It's Michael Myers.   

***

Michael enters the room with a knife in one hand and something else in the other.  He stops to observe the scene, sniffing the air like an animal.  Corey should be afraid, but he feels a rush of life and arousal.  

Michael approaches the bed from the side, with Corey and (Y/N) both frozen on the foot of the bed, breathing heavily.  She's still straddling Corey.  

Michael observes them like one of his art installations, then tosses two Sheriff's Office badges onto the bed next to them.  Michael stares at the badges, then at them, as though to say, "you're welcome."

His boots thud as he slowly steps to the foot of the bed to stand in front of them.  She begins to dismount Corey, but Michael stops her with the flat of his knife on the nape of her neck.  Her nipples pucker.  Corey keeps his arms around her and watches Michael.  There's a prominent bulge in Michael’s suit.  

Michael breathes deeply and slowly.  He begins to  unzip his own jumpsuit.  She hears the zipper and looks at Corey with her eyes wide.  Corey’s cock rapidly hardens against her clit, and her eyes close with a gasp.  Corey can’t tell if she’s scared or excited until she rubs herself against Corey's cock.   She’s so warm and slick.  Even wetter than before.  

Corey swells back to full mast with a shudder. He doesn’t dare move.  He glues his eyes to Michael's unzipped uniform.  Michael’s breath gets louder and his monster cock falls out.  It almost seems to glisten.  

-

Corey is still sitting there with (Y/N) straddling his lap.  Michael steps forward and spreads his feet to either side of Corey’s, looming over them.  Michael’s large hand on her back pushes both of them down. Corey lies flat while she hugs him with all fours.  

Michael huffs, bends his knees, and his hand presses down on the small of her back.  He lets his cock fall between her legs and graze Corey’s balls, sending a shockwave through Corey.  Michael slickens himself with their combined mess, then aligns himself, holds her down, and plunges into her ass.  

Her eyes go wide, her mouth falls open, and she grunts as she’s propelled forward, wetly dragging up Corey’s shaft.  She reaches down and nestles Corey's tip in her front door and he gasps.  

Michael retreats slightly, then he pulls her back hard onto both of them and she groans.  Her cunt is so tight on Corey’s cock with Michael in her ass.  Through her thin membrane, Corey feels Michael's every groove and vein right up against his own. It's unlike anything he's ever felt before or even knew he could feel.  He rests his hands on her back and gazes into the holes of the mask, taking it all in.  

Michael puts his hands down on the bed. He pulls back, then thrusts into her harder, and Corey feels every inch of his monster cock push by.  Michael hovers over them, his mask making eye contact with Corey.  Corey starts fucking her warm, wet cunt in sync with Michael's rhythm. Corey pulls back while Michael pushes in.  

Their bodies drift back toward the headboard.  The mattress sinks under Michael’s weight as he kneels on the bed, straddling Corey’s legs, and they keep fucking.  With every thrust into her, Michael’s cock firmly strokes Corey’s, and every time, a pang of pleasure shoots through Corey’s ass. 

Corey thought his wildest dream was to fuck Michael, but he never could have imagined the intimacy of this moment, feeling the rock-hard silhouette of Michael's cock drag against his own, hot and wet, their balls meeting, the mask gazing down at him. 

Their three bodies blur together in synchronicity.    Corey grunts and Michael breathes.  She groans and wails as she’s fucked by both killers at the same time.  They continue pounding her, their shafts sliding against each other through her thin wall.  

Michael audibly grunts, making Corey’s balls jerk.  Corey doesn’t want to finish yet, but the next time the shape drags against him, it’s too late.  Corey pulsates powerfully as he comes. Michael keeps fucking her, rubbing against Corey's cock, slapping into his slowly emptying balls.  Corey groans at the overstimulation.  

Her walls contract and she moans into Corey's neck.  Michael doesn’t let up.  The rhythm of his hard, veiny length keeps Corey coming longer than he ever has.  Corey groans loudly and she wails. They sound like wild animals as they come together while Michael remains relentless. 

Corey tries to kiss her but Michael grabs both her wrists, pulling her chest up and away.  He holds her arms out.  Her breasts quake as she finishes coming. Then, her head bows in exhaustion and she silently cries, tears falling onto Corey.  She and Michael look like an obscene crucifix.  As her convulsions fade, he lets her collapse onto Corey.  

Michael pulls out, still absurdly erect, but Corey stays inside her.  Safe, comfortable, protected.  

***

Corey is just beginning to catch his breath when his legs are forced open by Michael kneeling between them.  His whole body erupts in goosebumps.  Michael drags his cock through the frothy blend trickling down Corey's balls, then his wet tip probes Corey’s entrance.  Corey is instantly rock hard again inside (Y/N).  She whimpers and stays wrapped around Corey’s body, enrobing his hard cock. Michael’s arms wrap around Corey’s thighs. 

Michael yanks Corey back on his wet cock, breaching the tight, virgin ring of muscle.  Corey hears his own groan echo through the house before he can fully process that this is really happening.  Michael plunges into him again.  When the swollen tip hits Corey’s prostate, Corey feels like God is physically touching his soul.  His eyes sting with tears. 

Michael's powerful thrusts into Corey propel (Y/N) up Corey’s cock, then she sinks back down as Michael retreats. The three of them move as one machine with Michael as the engine.  Corey feels something building deep inside him.  

She moans into Corey's neck and the flat of her teeth press into his skin as Michael’s rhythm bounces her on Corey’s cock.  Corey’s prostate throbs harder and harder.  He's never been this hard, and he can hear it in her whimpers. 

Her tight, wet cunt massages his cock while Michael destroys his hole and rearranges his insides.  Michael shows no signs of fatigue.  The pressure builds more and more and Corey savors every second.  

Something explodes deep within Corey, sending several pulsing waves through his body before his cock erupts again.  He groans as the most intense rush overwhelms him and he pulsates enormously inside her.  She cries out and contracts around him. She bites his neck and moans into him. 

Michael twitches inside Corey and inhales sharply.  Michael grunts, then softly groans as his cock pumps violently into Corey, and Corey keeps coming.  

There’s a whole galaxy flowing between them, with Michael’s unfathomable load emptying into Corey and Corey’s into her.  Michael stays still and quiet as he finishes, while she and Corey writhe and moan into each other. 

Michael pulls out and drops Corey’s legs, then zips up.  He stands by the bed and picks up his knife, gripping  the handle, blade-down.  For a moment, Corey thinks this might be the end of his life.  But Michael observes them for a few seconds, then walks out. 

***

Corey quietly sobs.  A week ago, he had nothing and no idea what he wanted.  He was too tired to dare to dream.  Michael plucked him from the edge of death and gave him new life, purpose, and want.  And now he's made Corey's dreams come true, and more.    

Corey is euphoric.  Life makes sense.  He's struck by the interconnectedness of everything and everyone and every little moment.  For the first time, he's glad Jeremy Allen died that night.  He's glad he was bullied and tormented for three years.  He's happy to be the psycho.  He's proud to be Haddonfield's other Boogeyman.  Because all of that brought him to this moment right here. 

-

(Y/N) gently coaxes Corey into leaving.  First, they strip the bed and take the linens.  There are two dead cops - one in the kitchen, one outside.  The one outside is face down in the pool in a giant cloud of red.

He makes her swear not to burn, dump, or even wash the linens.  He wants to keep them forever.  She's obviously just pacifying his post-coital psychosis when she agrees, but he still appreciates it.  

She calls the scene in to dispatch as if she had the wrong address before. Then, Corey leaves on his motorcycle.  He clenches his ass as he rides, wanting to keep Michael's seed inside as long as possible.  

[loveandmurders]

The beginning of a love story I (Corey Cunningham x f!reader)

Hello everyone!

While I’m working on your requests, I’m posting the first part of a series about Corey (aka my baby boy who deserved better). It starts with reader arriving in town and meeting Corey.

It’s been a while I wanted to post for him, so I really hope you will enjoy this <3

Warnings: mention of an abusive family (reader’s), mention of killing and blood stains, Corey being yelled at and harassed by townspeople

You have just arrived in town. You obviously heard a lot about Haddonfield because of Michael Myers and all the killing, but you thought that this dark period was over and that the city was now safe enough for you to hide there. Anything was better than where you used to be anyways.

Plus, there was something quite fascinating about these stories. You couldn’t help but think of what it would be to act like Michael one day. You didn’t wonder much why you would kill your whole family. You wished you could be as strong and insane as him, that you wouldn’t feel anything about your victims. You wished to be a bad person, sometimes.

Just to be finally free.

You were actually running away from a very toxic family; you just wanted and needed a fresh start. And you easily found a job in this town, because a lot of people were leaving. You also found a house for a really low price. Apparently some people died there, and no one wanted to buy it. You were close to the Myers house too. Because of the abandoned houses, the neighbourhood was quiet and a little bit sad. But it was all good for you because you didn’t have a lot of money and you desired a peaceful life for a change. You could see yourself being happy here. 

You had decided to take your future into your own hand and to finally be yourself, and a joyful self too. Your parents were abusive and they badly fucked you up, but you had said “no more” and you left forever.

You were able to breathe now you were away from them, somewhere they would never look for you because it was literally a little town across the whole country. 

You hoped you were free and safe now.

You didn’t come with a lot of bagages. Actually, it was only one little bag, with a computer, a phone, some books, some clothes and no memories of your past. You were looking around your house; it was quite empty for the moment and you were going to have to hire some people to take care of the whole decorations. But because you spent your whole economy buying this place of your own, you knew you would only be able to pay for a room after another. However, it didn’t matter to you as you quite enjoyed the idea that you were building your own home, with your own money and your own taste. The house seemed old for the moment, but it was yours, and it was more than you ever had so far. You were pleased with yourself for the first time in forever.

You spent the whole day cleaning up. The house freshened up thanks to your hard work. And even if the wallpapers clearly had known better days, the ground was shining and the dust was gone. It was really not that bad. However, you made a mental note to very soon find a rug for the living room because you hadn’t been able to remove the old blood stains. Someone definitely died here. And you had to admit that when you discovered them, it gave you some goosebumps and you shivered in disgust. Thankfully the murders happened decades ago, and you weren’t afraid of ghosts: you had your own demons to fight against.

You were so tired that you collapsed on the couch that whined under your weight. You really needed to buy some new furniture. So far, you have only gotten a new bed.

Actually, new pieces of furniture weren’t the only things you had to get… Indeed, you had to make a choice between a new car and a new house: you had picked the house. And then you had to pick between fixing your old car and getting a new bed: you took the new bed. But you knew you really needed to find a cheap place to take care of your vehicle as soon as possible, or you weren’t certain you would be able to even go for some food shopping for very long. You took a look at the clock and decided it wasn’t that late, and that you still had some time to find a garage. You opened google maps and looked for the closest mechanics around. You found a mechanic shop situated inside a junkyard owned by a man named Ronald Prevo. It seemed cheap enough, and people seemed quite happy with the fix they got for their cars. Some of them complained about the presence of “a creepy pedo who deserves to die” though. You were a little bit worried about this, but if they could just make sure your car didn’t die on you for a low price, it was good enough for you.

You got up despite how much your body was telling you you should go lay down. You grabbed your coat and keys before leaving your house. You locked the front door and made sure the door was indeed perfectly secure. Despite the fact you didn’t own anything of value and that in a small town people didn’t lock their doors up, you were a little bit paranoid. The simple idea of a stranger getting inside your house was driving you crazy. You needed to feel safe more than anything in your whole existence.

You settled in your car and followed google maps to your destination. Truth to be told, once you arrived, you weren’t too impressed with the look of the place, but now that you were there… Plus, you believed you knew enough about cars to avoid being scammed. Your father was so obsessed with his truck that it forced you to pick on some knowledge about it, even though you weren’t particularly interested in it. 

You parked your car behind another one. The client before you was yelling at a young man of your age. He had curly brown hair, and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that he was quite cute. You also recognised a lot of yourself when he looked down at the ground, letting the man talking to him with so much rage and hatred. It twisted your stomach and you felt sick instantly. You had no idea what was going on, but it didn’t feel right to you. You got out of your car and watched the interaction, ready to intervene. 

“Look, psycho, I told you I needed the tires to be checked, not changed!” the man yelled again, and you realised that the “pedo” was probably that cute guy… Damn, that sucked so much! For once someone was attractive around you... You shook your head; you didn’t know the whole story and you couldn’t believe rumours and insults. The Internet was full of trolls and you knew that in a small town, people could be dangerously intense because everyone knew everyone. The man was about to grab the “psycho” by the collar when you stepped closer.

“Is everything okay there?” you asked. You tried your best to sound polite. You were new in town and you didn’t want trouble the first day of your arrival, but you couldn’t let harassment happen without doing anything about it. You usually were a bit uneasy around people you didn’t know, but your strong belief in justice was making you bolder.

“Don’t know you… You’re new here?” the man asked and you simply nodded “Ah well, that’s fine then. Let me tell you to stay away from that freak. He killed a kid and probably did other things to him before getting rid of him, like a broken doll…” the man informed you and you saw the boy looking away from you, with so much embarrassment and shame written all over his body language and face. He clearly wanted to disappear in a hole and to never be found again. You knew you couldn’t judge a book by its cover, but the boy seemed too sweet to kill anyone on purpose.

“Really? Kinda surprised he isn’t in jail then. I mean if everyone knows for sure…” you replied. You really didn’t like complotists, especially when they were using their stories to hurt someone who already seemed so afraid.

“The judge was corrupted. His mom paid him to save his ass” he replied and you arched an eyebrow at that.

“Look, sir, thank you for your concern and all, but I really need my car to be fixed.” you replied, not impressed at all.

“This pedo…” the man started but you cut him off

“If I’m not certain that this boy could hurt me, I’m positive that if my brakes don’t work any more, I do have a high chance of dying. I just want my car checked, nothing more. And I’m pretty sure that if he changed your tires, it was because it was necessary. If you’re not happy here, why didn’t you go somewhere else in the first place?” you asked, using all your logic against the man who watched you in pure bewilderment. The boy was quite stunned too and he blushed while looking on the ground as you so calmly and smartly took his defence.

The man mumbled something about you being an idiot, but you didn’t care much. He paid the boy and left as quickly as possible, still grumbling to himself. You kindly smiled at the boy, and he seemed even more taken aback. He very shyly answered your smile back before carefully stepping closer to you, showing you he was ready to take care of your problem.

“So, as you can see my car isn’t in the greatest of shape. It’s quite old and it’s been a while I should have found a mechanic… Do you think you could do a global check up right away and see how bad it is?” you explained to him. You enjoyed how attentive to what you were saying he seemed to be. He nodded and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Oh no problem at all. I’ll have a quick look around and I'll let you know” he said and you handed him the car key. You settled on the hood of an old truck as you watched him check your car up. You really found him adorable and you hated yourself for that. It wasn’t because you took his defence, that you were completely on his side. After all, you didn’t know what happened and the death of a kid really didn’t look good. 

You got bored after a little while and started to check your phone and scroll on social media. You were making sure your parents still didn’t know where you were. You had changed your phone number and threw aways your old phone so they couldn’t find you. Hopefully.

The boy finally came back to you, whipping his hands on a cloth.

“It really needs some fixing here and there. Nothing too bad, honestly, but safety first” he hummed and you nodded

“Do you think it has to be done right away?” you asked again and he shook his head

“I made sure everything was alright and I changed one piece before it could fall apart. It would be better if you could let us work on your car for a couple of days though” he saw your eyes widening at that

“Oh, well. I guess I’ll need to find a bike or something” you laughed, even if you weren’t too happy about this

“I can see if we can let you borrow one of the cars we have here” he offered, clearly eager to make things as easy as possible for you

“You could do that?” you asked, hopeful.

“Yes, sure. Stay here, I’ll be back” he said and you obeyed. Damn, that boy was really cute… He really couldn't be a child killer. At least you were hoping so.

After a few instants, he came back with a gentle smile. “Yep, in two days, you can come back with your car and we’ll let you borrow another one while we take care of yours. You’ll have some stuff to sign but no fuss” he explained.

“That’s very great, thank you. I’m Y/N L/N by the way” you introduced yourself

“I’m Corey Cunningham” he replied back “T-Thank you for earlier.” he whispered, blushing a little bit.

“No problem, I know how shitty people can be sometimes.” you reassuringly replied, but Corey only gave you a weak smile as if to tell you that once you would know the whole story, you wouldn’t even want to breathe the same air as him. And it would truly break his heart because you were the first person of the day to calmly talk to him, and to be almost friendly with him, apart from his step father. Your voice brought him back to reality “Do I need to pay you anything for the check up or should I pay once the car is fixed? Do you think I can pay in instalments…?” you asked. Even though the boy looked cute, you really wanted to go home and have some rest. Corey shook his head.

“You can go and we’ll find the best way for you, no worries,” he smiled. You were pretty certain you should have paid something right away but you were glad about that.

“Well thank you Corey. I’ll see you in two days” you said and you extended your hand toward him so he could give you your key back. He had a moment of hesitation, as if he was about to say something, before giving your key back to you, silently. He had decided against opening his mouth. “Yes?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and he seemed surprised you caught on to his body language that quickly. He blushed even more and looked away.

“I can… I can give you my number if you want. That way if something happens with your car you can call me, and I’ll come fix things up right away. You know, just in case, it doesn’t survive two days” he softly babbled. You silently cursed yourself as you really found him the cutest. You kindly smiled at him.

“Yes, sure, sounds like a good plan” you accepted and he was stunned that you agreed. He grabbed a piece of paper he had in his pocket and wrote his number down before giving it to you. You went back in your car, waved at him and left. He watched you leave, with butterflies in his stomach.

PART II

[i-arch-my-backula]

Horror characters with an s/o in a band head canons

Sorry for barely posting. I say this every time I post but I've been very busy lately with a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to find time to write time for y'all. So for these head canons I'm just putting a blanket statement of the reader is in a rock band. Also I'm looking into writing for fem readers as I explore my own gender identity. But reader's gender isn't specified in this.

Includes: Corey Cunningham, Tiffany Valentine, Amanda Young, Billy Loomis, and Martin Mathias

Content includes: Possessive behavior, murder mentions, implied murder, mentions of saw traps in Amanda's section, brief 'stalking' mentions, not proof read

Corey Cunningham

Pre-Michael he's going to feel a little awkward going into a show that you're playing at. If you play something like shoe gaze or some kind of softer rock music he won't feel as awkward going into to see you preform but if you play harder rock or even metal he's going to feel very out of place.

Pre-Michael Corey would also try his hardest to learn about whatever instrument you play for the band or if you sing he'll try his best to learn about singing and the best way to do it without hurting your vocal cords. He'll do his research on what you do because he wants to be the best supportive boyfriend he can be.

Pre-Michael Corey won't really get jealous of people cheering you on or being supportive of your music. He understands that they just enjoy your music and they want to show their support for you. After all, he's the one who gets to go back stage with you and to all the practices. He's really the lucky one.

Post Michael however is a different story. Now he's more open to whatever music you play. Even if it's harder music like metal or some kind of hard/alternative rock he's down for it. I wouldn't say he'd get in a mosh pit or anything like that anytime soon.

When he's post Michael he'll still keep knowledge about whatever instrument you play or how to take care of you if you sing. He'll become a little obsessive about it, going with you to every band practice or he'll watch you from somewhere else while you practice. Same goes for when you're at home. If you don't want him there you won't know that he's there.

Post Michael Corey is also a little more protective when it comes to your fans. Now he knows that you won't have that many fans that push boundaries with you, but any that try to push boundaries with you on this are going to pay the price.

Tiffany Valentine

Tiffany (in my opinion) is a gothic rock, post punk, dark wave, other goth music genres kind of girl. So if you play any of those kinds of music genres she's more than happy to go to one of your shows and support you there.

She will happily tell anyone listening that her lovely s/o is in the band playing on stage and that you're super talented, and it doesn't matter if they care about it or not, she's proud of you and she cares.

She might not know much about music but I can promise you that she's going to try her best to help you with practicing whatever instrument you play or whatever you need help with that's music related.

If you want her to go to your band practices with you she's all for that. She's happy to sit in and listen to whatever you're working on, it's not like she's going to tell anyone what you're doing, she'd never do you dirty like that.

She WILL be dressing up for all of your shows. It doesn't matter how big or small they are she needs to represent you and how well you treat her. She also just really likes getting dressed up to go out and this is an excuse to do that.

If you have band merch she will also wear it. Even if it's just some shirt with your band name or logo on it then she'll wear it while she sleeps or some other time. She prefers more feminine clothes so she might go as far as to paint on your band name and or logo onto some old dress she has just for fun.

Amanda Young

Amanda is a metalhead plain and simple. She likes harder music and if you play harder music she'll be happy to go to your show. If you play slower music, she hopes you won't take offense, but she might not go to all of your shows.

She might not go to all of your shows anyway because she's busy with her jigsaw work but she'll try to see at least a couple of your shows every time you have some.

I feel like if you're stuck on lyrics or where to go with a song she'll be there to help you with it. She might not be the most knowledgeable on music but she's going to try her best to help you get out of that rut.

If you need a song name she'll suggest something based off a trap she's made or just a trap in general. "What about 'knob twister'?" "What about Venus Fly Trap?" But she'll be more subtle with it if you're unaware of her being a jigsaw apprentice.

She won't take any of the other apprentices to your shows, she'll honestly keep you pretty separate from her 'work life' outside of telling John about you. If any of them somehow find out about you and your band she will get very defensive of you and she will swear if Hoffman ever goes to one of your shows she's going to put him in a reverse bear trap.

She won't get super jealous of fans of your music unless they start pushing boundaries. She gets people being fans of your work and wanting to meet you and stuff, but if they end up getting a little too far 'into' your music she may or may not put them in a trap.

Billy Loomis

It's the 90's and just like look at him, he's probably going to be into that slower, more shoegaze kind of stuff, he's the og male manipulator in more ways than one.

He'll try to be open to the kind of music that you play but if it doesn't interest him he probably won't be going to every single one of your shows. He'll make up excuses about having to do stuff for school and whatever.

But don't get it twisted, if anyone tries to make fun of you for the kind of music you play they're gonna meet ghostface real soon. Just because he might not be into your music it doesn't mean that other people are allowed to be mean to you about it.

This also applies to fans of your band who try and get a little too close to you for Billy's comfort. He understands that you're going to have fans of your music but that doesn't mean people are going to just get away with being obsessed with you, that's his job god damn it!

But if he's being as possessive as he usually is he'll have Stu go to one of your shows for him just to check things out and make sure nothing bad is happening there. He doesn't think you're going to cheat on him, he trusts you, he just doesn't trust other guys, unless it's Stu.

He'll play down how much he really does care about your music. He tries to keep up this kind of 'whatever' 'cool guy' persona but he really does care about your music and he might stalk you a little bit and just watch you at your band practices for fun.

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 3

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

Warning: Angst, mild language

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

"He's coming?" Your friend Jessie asked, practically letting her jaw drop to the floor as she adjusted her cowboy hat in the mirror.

"Shh." You put a finger to your lips and pulled on a pair of black spandex for your cat costume. "I don't want to tell Winnie or Chris." You knew they would give you a hard time, but Jessie was a little more open minded.

"Okay, okay." She pretended to zip her lip. "I won't say anything."

"Thank you." You tossed on a black shirt with lacy sleeves before grabbing the cat mask. After Jessie checked herself out once more in the bathroom mirror, you reached for your keys. "Let's boogie," you whispered.

The ride over was focused on Joel talk, and you didn't particularly mind. You were kind of itching to talk about him.

"Are you into him?" Jessie asked.

You weren't a good liar so you were honest, despite the potential backlash. After that motorcycle ride it was like a switch had been flipped inside of you.

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Wow." She giggled, "It's so.. random. Not judging. I just.. wow. Why?"

"Why?" You shrugged as you drove. "He gave me a ride on his motorcycle earlier and-"

"Wait, what?" She grabbed your forearm without even realizing it.

You laughed. "We rode around town and then he drove me back to pick up my car at the junkyard. That's why I was so late getting home."

"How old is he?"

"I'm not sure."

"He's a least ten years older than us. Probably more."

You shrugged again. "I'm just feeling things out. I really just want him to have a friend." You turned to look at Jessie for a quick second. "Ya know?"

"Oh, I know." She chuckled. "A friend with benefits."

You laughed and swatted at her. "Cut it out."

"Just let me know what color bridesmaid dress I should wear."

You rolled your eyes with a grin and the two of you had another laugh.

The sign for the tavern came into view by the road side and you pulled into the parking lot, allowing your car to merge in with all the others. You both reached for your purses in the back seat and then headed toward the door that led inside.

On your walk up you heard someone call out your name and turned to see the man in the plastic scarecrow mask. Joel. Seeing him there alleviated any anxiety that lingered on the chance of him not showing up. He *had* showed up, and you knew how big of a step that was for him.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a hug and he partially lifted the mask as your roommate began to introduce herself. A moment later, the three of you were walking inside, welcomed by the beat of the old time seasonal song, Midnight Monsters Hop.

"I'm gunna go get a drink," Chrissy shouted, using her thumb to motion toward the bar that was overflowing with ghouls, ghosts and everything in between.

"Okay." You gave a thumbs up and looked to Joel. "Want a drink?"

He nodded, "Yeah, sure."

You reached back behind you for his hand and felt that similar electricity from before when he took it.

Up at the bar you flagged down the bartender.

"I'll do a vodka soda and.."

"A Bud Lite," Joel added, reaching into his wallet. Like his habit at the coffee shop, he paid with cash despite your attempts to try to pay for the round.

You looked at one another and without saying a word, you tapped your glasses together and then took a sip from your drinks. Joel hesitantly lifted his mask partway. You felt so bad for his inability to be free.

When another old Halloween song came on by The Dead Kennedys, you pulled Joel with you into a crowd of people who had begun to dance along to the rock music.

The beat was fast and upbeat. Without thinking you shoved Joel playfully with a grin with one hand to his chest and then closed the gap again and began to dance right next to him.

A moment later he was following your lead. He was having fun. You were having fun. The dim lighting in the bar was intersected by strobes of oranges, greens and purples, highlighting your every move.

When Joel really began to relax you could see it in his body language. He was dancing around, grabbing your hand to twirl you and being less cautious about lifting his mask to take a sip from his beer.

The rock music never seemed to let up. You needed a break from dancing as sweat began to make your face glisten. You eyed an old photobooth in the back corner of the bar and reached for Joel's free hand again, towing him with you.

When you pushed your way through a pale, white curtain you pulled him down into a seated position beside you and inserted a five dollar bill into the money slot beneath the camera screen.

With the first 3-2-1 countdown on the screen, you both kept your masks on and you stuck out your tongue. For the second photo, Joel lifted his mask so it sat on the top of his head and he managed a half smile. For picture number three, Jessie came out of nowhere, leaping into the booth for a photobomb and then exiting just as quickly.

You were laughing. Joel was laughing. You were both genuinely enjoying the night. Seconds later, the pictures developed and you took a copy while handing one over to Joel.

He kept his mask up as you pulled him back out into the bar where you resumed dancing. The energy was fiery. You loved every minute of it. More so, you loved seeing Joel at ease and having fun. Prior to recently you had never even seen him smile.

That night, in the freaky, flashing strobe lights, things felt perfect - as perfect as they had felt on the back of Joel's bike a few hours earlier. You knew this was manifesting into one of those nights - the type of night you looked back on that was on the border of magical, at least the type of magical that existed in real life.

It was everything. The music, the lighting, the look on Joel's face as his eyes found yours and never left. You were two giddy children that night and it felt so damn good. Never in a million years did you think you'd be able to get him out of his shell.

A break in the song left the two of you breathing heavy with smiles.

"Want another drink?" He shouted.

"Sure." You smiled, and a ringing stuck in your ears with the brief absence of loud music. The next song quickly picked up and Joel smiled, squeezed your hand and then made his way through the crowd.

"Another round, please," you heard him order.

Your eyes were on him as he stood there by the bar. You still smiled. He was contagious; perhaps the definition of a diamond in the rough. Joel Miller was.. dreamy.

"Hey killer." A voice interrupted your temporary euphoria. It wasn't directed at you. It was directed at Joel. Your daydream was suddenly interrupted when you saw a man approach him as he waited for your drinks. "You're in here dancing and having a good time. Where's Johnny? Hmm?" The guy shoved him now and you ran to Joel's defense.

"Enough!" The bartender scolded but the guy went on.

"You kill a local legend and you think you can just move on?" The guy shouted.

"Stop!" You intervened, standing with Joel as others began to turn in your direction.

"Oh, you even got a girl, that's great," mocked the stranger. "You know what Johnny's girl does on and off every week? She cries. Because you killed him!"

Joel tossed a twenty on the bar, left the drinks and stormed out of the establishment. You chased after him, bursting outside and shouted his name when a car whizzed by and almost hit him on the Main Street road.

"Joel!" You shouted and hurried the rest of the way to him. "Joel, stop!"

"I can't do this!" He shouted, "You just don't get it!"

"I know." You shook your head. "Joel, I'm sorry."

"I'm not your little fucking project," Joel went on.

"I know that, Joel." You shook your head, feeling the first sting of tears in your eyes. "I just.. I like you. I was having fun with you."

"I don't belong here. Not in this town. Not anymore! Nothing is going to change that."

"It's not fair," you went on, "I know-"

"You don't know anything!" He waved his hands wildly to the sides. "You don't know how I feel every single day."

"I know I don't," you agreed, "But I want to be here for you. I want to help you. Be your friend."

"What and relive this shit show of a night almost daily with me?" He made a face and shook his head.

"This night hasn't been a shit show," you argued. "Up until two seconds ago this was one of the enjoyable nights I can remember. It started back at the junk yard and on the bike-"

"Well, I'm glad I could give you a thrill ride," Joel said in a snarky fashion that cut you a little deep.

"Joel.." you shook your head. "I enjoy your company." You extended both of your arms in his direction with your palms up.

He looked at them but distanced himself further back a few steps. "Just.. go back to your normal life and stay away from me."

He scoffed turned away from you, storming off into the darkness as you still held your arms out in front of you. Despite having just formally met him, a single tear left each of your eyes.

"Joel!" You called. "Joel, please.."

He didn't turn back around. It broke off a piece of your heart when he disappeared around the corner of the building without so much as looking back.

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[provokedgoalie]

this pic makes me unhinged

[kiss-theggoat]

The Boogeyman Pt. 1

Corey Cunningham x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You finally meet Corey, the guy who has been alienated from Haddonfield completely. You find out he isn’t so bad.

Warnings: none, fluffy for now

If you’d imagined that you’d be here right now, you would’ve taken infinitely better care of your poor old Toyota. Your lungs were screaming at you to stop, chest burning and you felt like you might cough up blood every single time you took a breath. The muscles in your thighs flexed and contracted in the most painful ways, and you could not for the life of you figure out how people rode bikes for fun.

You’d been riding uphill over the freeway for what felt like hours, cheeks flushed and mouth open to suck in breaths of cool fall air. Up ahead, you saw a familiar sign that gave you hope. Your salvation. A gas station you frequented where you knew that you’d be able to get water, a break, anything to help your aching bones.

You’d been without a car for a few weeks now and riding the bike this way hadn’t gotten easier. It was fine around your neighborhood but uphill to this side of town was brutal. You finally reached the downhill portion, a sigh of relief escaping you as you immediately felt yourself begin to catch your breath.

As you rode up towards the gas station, expecting a calm and easy visit like usual, excited to get your drink and maybe a few snacks, but the first thing you noticed was the yelling. It sounded like a group of kids were yelling, but you stared and could only see a line of teenagers, four or so of them standing around something. As you got closer, you saw the something.

A man sat on the ground, head down and cradling his hand next to his chest. You got a sinking feeling when you looked at him. Something was wrong. You rode up to the group of kids, finally hopping off of your bike and walking closer to inspect the scene. As you approached, you saw blood, lots of it, trickling down the man’s hand. Glasses, presumably his, were on the ground beside him, cracked and crooked. You found the source of the cut, a shattered bottle of chocolate milk a few feet behind him.

Another thing your proximity revealed was that those kids weren’t here to help him. They were the ones that caused it. You dropped your bike to the ground about ten feet behind them, causing them to turn around and face you. You usually weren’t one to confront people, but this felt different.

“Hey!” You shouted, walking towards them angrily. You had no intention of stopping, expecting them to move out of your way. You walked right down the middle of them, hitting two of their shoulders as you parted the group. The man looked up at you and you felt your breath hitch, momentarily yanked from your confident strut.

You immediately recognized him as Corey Cunningham. The man who was dubbed “The Babysitter Killer” and cast from the town completely. What you didn’t expect was for him to have such beautiful, big, brown puppy dog eyes that stared up at you like you were his lord and savior. His plump lips were slightly parted, and he sat up a little taller in your presence.

“Are…are you okay?” you asked softly, kneeling down in front of him. You were definitely flustered by how handsome and strong he looked, but the blood flowing from the gash in his hand forced you to focus.

“Aweeee! The psycho’s got a babysitter!” One of the kids yelled, laughing obnoxiously as if anything they just did was funny.

One of the other ones bumped their shoulders together. “Hey, let’s hope she kills him!” They all cackled and stared down at you both, glares full of judgment.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. From what you could remember, the case about the dead kid was dismissed. Ruled an accident. The way Corey was treated was unfair, but this was extreme. You decided to ignore it. That’s what you’d always been told, if you stop giving bullies a reaction, they stop having fun.

You smile at Corey, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Can I see your hand? I have some first aid stuff back at my house but it might need stitches.”

He looked at you, confusion evident on his pretty face. He was confused as to why you were even helping him. Why weren't you ridiculing him like everyone else? He slowly held his hand out to you, he could feel how deep the cut was and how the skin spread apart to make way for the blood, exposing tissue beneath. He knew he needed stitches, but he wanted you to take care of him instead.

He watched you wince. He felt your soft hands on his calloused one, gently holding it as if it were cracked porcelain. Corey didn’t care about his hand at that moment, in fact, he barely felt it. Instead, all he could focus on was the way that you immediately jumped in to help him. You touched him so gingerly, like you really cared if he was in pain or not. He hadn’t felt like this in years.

You stared into the wound, a little bit woozy from just how deep it was. “I’m sorry…you’ll probably need stitches. I don’t have a car.”

He spoke for the first time, voice soft but raspy with emotion. “Me either.”

“Is there someone I can call?”

He shook his head. You could call his mom, but he’d rather bleed out on the pavement than listen to her cry and gush over him for the next six hours.

“Okay…uhm…” you looked around, trying to find some sort of solution, but all you could think of was the pegs on your bike. “Do you think you’d be okay to stand on those? I can take you to the ER.”

Corey nodded quickly, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. He was a little embarrassed that he was only riding his bike and didn’t have his motorcycle up and running yet, but if it meant he got to hold onto you, it was okay with him.

“Okay let’s go.” You held out a hand for him, which he gladly took. Blood didn’t make him woozy or anything, but he liked the fact that you seemed to want to help him, no matter the circumstance. You hopped on your bike and honestly, you were dreading having to ride over that hill to the ER with someone on the back but Corey needed your help, and he seemed really sweet. Poor guy deserved to have at least one person on his side.

You tried so hard to keep your huffing and puffing to a minimum, but obviously you failed.

“Don’t ride your bike much?” Corey asked with a small smile on his face, non injured hand placed on your shoulder to keep him steady.

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “No.” You pant. “My car just recently broke down and I can't afford to get it fixed. So bike it is.”

“I can fix it.”

You turned back a little bit enough to see him in your peripheral vision. “You can?”

“Yeah, I work at a mechanic shop. I can see what’s wrong with it.”

“That’s not fair. I’d like to pay you for your work. Besides, if I hadn’t been riding my bike today, I wouldn’t have run into you, so I guess it’s a good thing.”

Corey smiled. You liked the fact you met him? His heart could burst. He liked how hard you were working just to get him help, when he knew it might be faster to just walk or ride himself to the ER. He couldn’t get off this bike, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

You felt like you’d been kissed by an angel when you finally pulled up to the ER and Corey hopped off the back of your bike. Your legs were aching and trembling, but you played it pretty cool. You watched him walk towards the doors, turning back to look at you. “Thank you. For bringing me.”

“No problem. I’ll wait for you, okay? I want to make sure you're okay.”

Corey could cry. No one other than his mom has shown him this much attention. “That’s okay. I can call someone to pick me up. Really, don’t worry about it.”

“What kind of chauffeur would I be if I didn’t offer a ride home?” You smiled, leaning your bike against the side of the ER. You wanted to make it clear you weren’t going anywhere. Corey heard you loud and clear, nodding with a small grin. He walked inside, not even caring about the sting in his palm.

Corey exited the ER, seven fresh stitches and some fancy gauze, but he couldn’t care less about any of that. All he could think about in there was you. Sitting out here on your bike, patiently waiting to ride home with him standing on your pegs even though you hated riding your bike. He found you leaning against the wall, staring up at the fading sunlight.

“Pretty sunset.” He said, mentally smacking himself upside the head. Pretty sunset? That’s all he says.

“Yeah. How’s your hand?” You asked, walking closer to him.

“It’s okay. They gave me some stitches and some of this numbing stuff. I can barely feel it.” He gave you that goofy smile of his, wiggling his fingers.

You laughed, nodding. “Good, cause we got quite a ride home. Where do you live, Corey?”

He could’ve combusted when you said his name. Your voice sounded so sweet and to hear his name on your lips was heaven. He stared at you for a moment before finally snapping out of it. “Oh. On first.”

You felt a weight off your shoulders. “Thank god. I live on the corner of first and elm. Let’s go.” You got on your bike and savored the weight of Corey standing on your pegs, even though you knew he’d make it harder to pedal. This time, he placed both hands on your shoulders and stared up at the sky as you began to pedal. The ride to his house wasn’t so difficult, no crazy hills or anything.

You rolled into his driveway and placed a foot onto the concrete. “Home sweet home.”

Corey hopped off your bike, but stayed beside you. You looked up at him. You realized now, even more so than before, how pretty he was. His beautiful, silky brown curls with just a hint of blue light from the sky on them. His brown puppy dog eyes are accentuated by the glasses with a cute clumsy crack in the corner. Plump lips outlined by a faint dusting of five o'clock shadow. Everything about him seemed perfect, and that was just his face, not to mention his large hands, broad shoulders, muscular thighs. You wondered why the hell you’d never approached him before.

You stared at one another for a moment before he finally spoke up. “I really want to work on your car. Consider it payment for making you haul me around on your bike.”

“You didn’t make me do anything. I wanted to.”

He rolled his eyes a little, that boyish smile gracing his face. “Okay well…consider it a favor then.”

You bit your lip a little bit. You needed to be bold. You really liked Corey, even though you’d only known him for a short time. As you toyed with the rubber on your bike handle, you decided to just go for it. “Consider it a date then.”

The expression on Corey’s face could only be described as flabbergasted. His mouth opened a few times but nothing came out. You began to get nervous. Did you come on too strong? Did you misread the situation? What if he was genuinely just trying to be kind and you went ahead and made it all awkward by being-

“Okay…a date…” Corey stuttered out, cheeks pink and eyes focused on you.

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt. “Okay! Uhm…when do you think you’ll be okay to work…y’know…because of your hand?”

He looked down at the wrapped appendage and suddenly wanted to strangle every single person who’d ever bullied him before. Yes, the broken glass is how he’d met you. But this is going to keep him from being able to work on your car. I.e, keep him from your date.

“Maybe we will take a rain check on your car…I’m sorry.”

“That's okay! We can have a movie night or something instead. My house, tomorrow.” You said, feet already on your pedals. “Grey house on the corner!” You reminded him. “8 o'clock!”

He laughed as he watched you ride away, finally with some enthusiasm. His heart was so full. He couldn’t believe that you’d asked him out first and that you wanted him to come over. As he began to walk into his own house, cheeks red and aching from his grin, he realized that he’ll have to work through the pain anyways. There’s absolutely no way that he’s going to your house on his bike. He needs his motorcycle fixed, ASAP.

[screamiac]

Just so everyone knows because I haven't been clear with it lol, I take requests!! Currently not for fics but for like little drabbles and like, headcanons, so feel free to send in ur lil thoughts, they can be nsfw or sfw, it doesn't matter, and I might elaborate on them !! <3

[slash-me-please]

I just wanna ask, if your requests are still open! Can you do a Corey Cunningham x female!reader? Where the reader had a bad day, coming home to Corey crying then he helps by fucking her stupid. <3

The feminine urge to insert a daddy kink into this was strong but i held out. (Also I got my own place today, currently have an empty apartment w no furniture yippee) But anywayssss I LOVE COREY hes so quiet and baby. Also i left an opening for maybe a p2??? Maybe I can tie a request into it? I have another Corey request so i was thinking about it.

anyways heres some smut.

De-Stress

Warnings: Smut, needy!reader, overstimulation, dumbification, dirty talk, me not picking a pov,

Bronze keys jingled in your hand as you yanked at your shabby, wooden door. Today had been hell, and now you couldn't get your door open. You pressed forwards with a grunt, jiggling your key into the hole- only for it to break off. You looked down at the broken key fob, lips in a thin line before you felt tears drop down your face. It had been a long day and that was the breaking point for you, but it didn't take long for Corey to open the front door and look at you confused.

"What happened Y/N?" But that made your tears come harder, your arms coming to close yourself in. Corey's eyebrows pressed tight together, though not before his arms were wrapped around you. "Did someone do this to you?" He questioned, you shook your head no, hands coming up to feel up his back.

Corey was still in his work uniform, covered in grease and dirt, he was a hardworking man. The two of you had pretty much the same work schedule, so he had probably just gotten home when you arrived behind him. You tugged at his coveralls, sniffling. "I just had a rough day at work... I slipped and hit my head, but I still had to work all swollen and it hurt." You whined, burying your face into his shoulder. "And then I messed up an entire document and I had to list sales and inventory again," He held you closer, hand reaching to push your hair back and examine the bright purple bruise on your forehead. He winces and gives you a kiss. "That looks painful." He states. You nod.

Then he pulls back, a small smile on his face when you whine. "Do you want me to make you some food?" He asks, eyes narrowing when you begin to unzip his coveralls instead. "No... Can you just make me feel better?"

-

And that's how you ended up in bed, he had you completely naked and bent into a mating press, while he himself only unzipped his coveralls to take his cock out. Corey was bent over you, this had to have been the fourth time you came. Your eyes rolled back and you cried, mumbling something to yourself as he thrusted into your wet sex. Corey peppered kisses along your jaw, though you were already covered in love bites.

"Did my baby have a bad day?" You squeeze your eyes shut, gasping when he thrusted faster. "Do you need me... to make it better?" He grunts and your heat squeezes him this time, back arching as you give him a cry. You try to give him an answer, but it seems you cannot when it releases as a weak whine of his name. "Such a good girl, is this what makes you happy?" His chest rumbles and his eyes almost look black. "All you need is my cock deep inside of you to make you quit your crying? Couldn't even wait till I showered?"

Your legs shake against his hands, pussy taking him with a squelch as he pummels against you. Your chest feels light and airy when he speaks to you- and you cannot count the butterflies in your stomach. You lean back a little, fingers grabbing onto your sheets when it becomes too much to handle. Corey taunts you in a lovely way, hips still moving against yours when he drops your left leg to wrap that hand around your throat. He feels darker now, chest purring with an incoming release.

Your mouth falls open and a silent whine bubbles from your throat as you push at his hips to get him away from your overstimulated sex. Corey is panting when he leans forward, hitting deeper and smiling when you moan loudly and push harder against his pelvis. "Please.." You cry repeatedly, unsure of what you're begging for as he pushes into you. "C'mon Y/N, can't even take what you asked for? I didn't think you were that stupid, baby. Don't even know your own limits?" His hand pressed deeper against your throat and your vision began to prickle with darkness, and one of your hands followed his. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you cried, other still pulling at the sheets.

"You're close?" He gasps, and you suck him deeper inside of you- weakly pushing against his biceps. He watches you nod, tears at the corners of your eyes and cheeks bright. "Then cum, pretty girl." You finally reach your end with these words, wincing and digging manicured nails into his shoulder when he shudders and curls over your orgasming form- just to fill you up. His groans rattle though your chest and you think you feel yourself floating.

His chest drops against yours, sweat against sweat as you feel yourself being lulled into a deep sleep. "Love you," You make sure to mumble into his ear before rolling into his chest to end the night. His fingers brush through your hair, head empty as he stares at the ceiling. He's thinking for a while, but your phone buzzing captures his attention. Corey decides to pick it up off the phone stand, and give it a look incase it's a parent.

Officer Mulaney (Boss): All of your documents are done improperly, when you arrive in the morning you'll redo them and I have some more for you. I would like them finished before the end of the day. I know you hit your head but it was off-site so I didn't bother to report it. We considered your request for time off and it cannot be completed at this time, your health issues are your concerns.

He feels that same darkness that Michael once taught him returning.

[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…

[fandomnerd9602]

Stitched Heals

Allyson Nelson x Wick!Reader

Allyson sped through the downtown madness of Haddonfield. What Corey told her over the phone wasn't making sense. And the fact that you, the love of her life, wasn't answering your phone. And worse her grandmother wasn't answering her phone either.

"Dammit!" she gritted her teeth as she turned on the phone locator app. Your phone briefly pops up as the Haddonfield junkyard. And then it blipped out of existence. Allyson's eyes went wide with terror.

Meanwhile, you were still being dragged across the mix of concrete and dirt towards the industrial shredder.

"Corey" you say through gritted teeth, "I know you're still in there"

His cold eyes stare daggers into yours. Just a flicker of the old Corey comes through but then the darkness swallows him up again.

"They made me this" he whispers as the sound of the shredding gears grows louder and louder

"We all have a choice." you answer back, "and choices have consequences"

Corey hoists you onto the conveyor belt, he jumps on it and shoves his knee into your chest.

"Be seeing you, Wick" he states as the conveyor belt inches you closer and closer to the certain doom.

"Be seeing you" you answer back before pulling out a pocket knife and driving it into his ribs. Corey screams in pain before you slam your fist into the wound.

You pull yourself up and slam your fists repeatedly into your old pal. Every blow you land is more painful for you than it probably is for him.

You shove him down onto the conveyor belt. You get him in a neck lock

"Submit" you yell, he doesn't give way, struggling against your grip.

"Corey please" you practically beg him. He reaches for a discarded piece of metal. The edge of the conveyor belt is in sight. His hand reaches the piece.

"Forgive me" you say as you snap his neck. Corey's arms fall limp. In that instance, everything goes blurry. Both you and the now dead Corey Cunningham go over the edge, on instinct you grab the ledge of the shredder as you look down and see Corey's lifeless corpse fall into the gears. Your feet were mere centimeters from the shredding gears. Some small part of you was so tempted to let go of the ledge and let yourself join in.

"Y/N!!!" a voice calls out to you. Allyson runs to the shredder and reaches in, pulling you up and over, away from the danger.

You lock eyes with Allyson, she leans her forehead against yours. Your dog runs up and leans against you, trying to bring you some comfort.

The doors of the junkyard swing open as Laurie and a procession of townsfolk carry Michael Myers' body to the same shredder you just escaped from.

Chief Barker approaches you, "Wick"

"Chief Barker?" you ask

"We have reasons to believe that Corey Cunningham may be connected to the murders over the last couple days" he explains, "where is he?"

You gave it some thought. You look to Allyson. She shares your gaze and concern. If you told them the truth, then your friend would die a monster the way the whole town saw him as.

"The Shape. The Shape killed him" you tell the Chief, it wasn't a lie. It was the Shape that influenced him. "I-I couldn't save him. He was thrown into the shredder"

"Poor guy" Barker whispers before giving you a tip of his cowboy hat. Laurie locks eyes with you and Allyson, there's a mix of relief and also bittersweet in her eyes. The nightmare was over.

It's November now. You and Allyson walk up to her mother's grave. Your car is packed and ready for a new start. You give Ally a hug as she lays flowers on her mother's grave.

"It's over, Mom" she whispers, "The Shape is dead"

Allyson rises and kisses your cheek.

The nightmare was over, at least you hoped it was. You and Allyson left Haddonfield that day. You held Allyson's hand on the whole car ride to Chicago.

"So I met your grandfather" Allyson says with a little smile to break the tension in the car, "sounds you had quite a job before we met"

"I was broken" you give her a smile and kiss her knuckles, "but you stitched me back together."

THE END

[toxicanonymity]

What will happen if Corey finds out that Y/N is a cam girl? 👀👀

Let's say he's admiring her from afar, like she works at the grocery store or something. I bet he would spend all his money connecting with her and getting private videos and chats. He doesn't use video on his end, but he has the sexiest voice ever, so he has that going for him. Low and gruff, "God, you get me so ha(r)d". He would start stalking her and learn her routine. He would work that knowledge into his cam girl chats with her, making her think they have stuff in common. And then one day, he would finally approach her but not say anything to reveal himself. His VOICE, however - that deep, sexy voice - she recognizes it right away. He reads her facial expression - if she's flustered in a good way, he acts the same when he pretends to suddenly recognize her. He pretends to be embarrassed. Asks if he can take her out some time. And this is how they start dating.

If they're already dating when he finds out, he doesn't use video or audio on the cam girl site. He screen records so he can re-watch later. He jacks off so much it fucks him up, and he spends all his money on her -- little does she know. So his obsession financially messes up his ability to take her out on dates AND physically messes up his IRL sex. He tries to get her to talk all sexy and she's uncomfortable. He gets aggressive, making her even more uncomfortable. Meanwhile, on the cam girl site, he'd coax her into sharing about her kinks, assuming they're legit, but she doesn't share her real ones. So when he tries stuff in the bedroom it's totally weird. Ultimately he ruins everything.

@wolvesandvampires @rebel-blue @ethanhoewke

[loveandmurders]

The beginning of a love story IV (Corey Cunninghman x f!reader)

Hello everyone! This is the last part I’ve written for this little series about Corey falling in love with reader. You can find the first part here. 

If you want more of this, don’t hesitate to send me a little request. I really enjoyed writing for Corey so I hope you’ll enjoy reading this as well <3

Warnings: Corey being bullied and burt by this group of teens, reader is worried, mentions of violence, bruises and blood, mention of Corey’s abusive mother.

Fight back. Corey kept thinking about it as he was walking back home. He didn't have his motorcycle that night because some assholes cut the brakes and he needed to fix it before being able to use it again. And he always refused to borrow your car. You needed it.

He wondered if he would be able to fight back, like you told him to do. He had never been able to hurt anyone before, and after the accident with the child… He couldn’t stand the idea of doing something bad. But he also knew he needed to do something about the situation. Now you were in his life, he needed things to change. He wanted to go out with you, and not to force you to patch him up everyday, and to defend him against townspeople. He heard that Willy the Kid told everyone that there was some news in “psycho pedo’s life”: he now had a girlfriend, and that she needed to be protected or interned in an asylum. Corey had refused to hear more of it, but he was worrying that it would drive you away from town, away from him. He needed to find a way.

His trail of thoughts was suddenly stopped by voices calling for him. He tried to walk faster, knowing what was going to happen. He looked back and saw a car with this group of teens who really didn’t want to let him go. He was a little bit ashamed to let younger people bully him, but they were outnumbering him and he really didn’t want to fight. He just wanted them to leave him alone. He so wished he could have stayed in your home now. If his mother wasn’t overbearing, he would still be on your couch, cuddling with you. 

Fight back. Those words never stopped resonating inside of him as they insulted him, as they broke his glasses, as he was being beaten up, as he was pushed around.

Fight back. He told himself, as he was falling off the bridge. And then it was only darkness. He didn’t even feel the masked man grabbing his ankle and bringing him inside the sewers.

Fight back. It was his first thought when he finally opened his eyes, even if he had no idea where he was. 

Things were about to change.

Your alarm woke you up and you stopped it, with a frown on your face. You were pretty certain you didn’t receive a message from Corey last night, because you didn’t remember hearing the notification. Or you hoped you didn’t hear it. You grabbed your phone and the absence of a message instantly worried you. You called Corey, thinking that maybe he fell asleep before being able to message you. It would have been strange, but maybe he was tired. 

He didn’t answer, even though he always did when it was you, even when he was in front of his mom. You tried to feel better by telling yourself that maybe his mother confiscated his phone from him, because she was fed up with you.

You had a very bad feeling. 

But you needed to go to work. You prepared yourself and in the middle of your breakfast, you called Ronald. You had his working phone and you thought he probably already was there.

“Yeah?” he answered and you hoped he would know where Corey was

“Hey, Ronald, it’s Y/N.” you said

“Ah Y/N! My wife was cursing you last night, keeping her boy like that…” he gently teased and you thought you were going to be sick.

“Corey didn’t come back home?” you asked, and Ronald heard the concern lacing your voice

“He didn’t stay with you?” he asked back

“No, he left around midnight, or maybe a little bit later. He usually sends me a message to let me know when he comes back home, but he didn’t so I was worried…” you trailed off

“He didn’t come back last night. Look, if he arrives at work, I’ll let you know. And if we don’t have news, we’ll go to the police station together tonight” he promised. You thanked him and went to work with an awful feeling that never left you for the whole day.

You realised how much you loved the boy and how much you just wanted him to be fine. You would even agree to leave town, even though you enjoyed your house, if it meant keeping Corey safe from this place and people.

You had a very awful day. Work has been absolutely shit to you and you have checked your phone all the time and didn’t get any new messages from Corey. You wanted more than anything to call at his home to ask his mother if she had seen him, but you knew she would be a real bitch to you, so you didn’t. You were about to leave work when Ronald called you. You never answered your phone so fast in your whole life. You hoped the man had good news for you.

“Hey Y/N”

“How’s Corey? Did you find him?” you asked and Ronald smiled to himself; he was happy that someone cared so much about the boy.

“Came back home, covered in bruises, but he’s fine. Told him you were worried sick.” But you felt Ronald didn’t tell you everything.

“Anything else? Did he say if he was coming to my place tonight?”

“He always does, Y/N.” he stayed silent for a few instant “The boy is quiet. Don’t know what happened, but I hope you’ll be able to make him feel better” 

You silently promised you would.

When Corey knocked at your front door with a plushie in his hands, you just rushed to him and gave him a big hug. You thought you were going to cry of relief as you had been so worried about him. You felt him melt against you and his embrace was tight.

“Hey” he whispered before giving you the little teddy bear he brought you

“Hey” you weakly smiled as you hugged the bear against your heart. You were carefully watching his face, frowning at all the bruises and cuts. 

You realised you were still on your porch, so you brought him inside and started to check on him. Your hands were all over him and he silently let you do, observing you with a new intensity. You could tell something was different. He indeed was very quiet. You also noticed he didn’t have glasses anymore. 

“I’m fine” he finally said as he grabbed your hands in his, but it wasn’t enough for you. “You were worried?” he asked with a little tilt of the head and you watched him in pure bewilderment

“If I was worried? Corey, I was ready to go to the police station with Ronald! I thought something awful happened to you. I was going crazy ! Where were you? You should have stayed at my place. I should have made you stay” you whimpered, tearing up. You couldn’t imagine what happened to your boy. He gently shushed you and cupped your face before stroking his nose against yours. The sudden proximity grounded you.

“Corey?” you whispered.

His only answer was pressing his lips against yours.

You froze in surprise. It was such a bold move coming from your shy boy but you enjoyed how clear his feelings for you were in the instant. He waited for you to reject him or to answer the kiss. He wouldn’t force anything; he needed you to desire him as much as he desired you. When you wrapped your arms around his waist and moved closer to kiss him, he grew more passionate. He softly pressed you against the nearest wall to deepen the kiss. He couldn’t get enough of you, but after a little while you gently pushed him away.

“What was that?” you whispered

“I want to be happy, and you’re the only thing that makes me happy. You’re the only person who truly cares about me. I’ll stay here tonight, if you have me” he told you and you watched him without understanding what was going on

“I’d be more than happy to have you here all night. At least I wouldn’t have to worry about you. But what about your mom?” you asked

“She slapped me earlier, because she was worried about where I have been.” he told you and you frowned. You reached for his face and softly stroked his cheeks. He leaned into your touch and kissed the palm of your hands. “But when you are worried about me, you are tender and soft to me” he hummed in appreciation. “You’re good to me” he continued as he leaned for another kiss. 

You had never thought he would pick you over his mother, but you were happy he did. You hoped that things were finally going to be good for the two of you, even if you were still wondering what happened to him.

“Alright, okay. I’ve no idea what happened Corey, but I’m glad you’re staying” you said, a bit lost, but you thought you needed to take care of him first. “How about you let me patch you up while you tell me what happened? And then we find something to eat and we’ll go to bed. How does it sound?” you offered and he tenderly smiled at you.

“Sounds like a plan” he agreed. “Actually, we could go out to eat somewhere” he added and you watched him in surprise

“Are you sure about that?” you asked

“Of course I am, I’m not scared of people anymore” he replied. You reached for his curls and softly hugged him before guiding him to your bathroom. You were really confused, but you thought it was best to not push Corey. 

You took care of his injuries, and you could tell by the huge bruise on his back, that he fell hard from a high place. 

“Shouldn’t we go to the hospital, Corey?” you asked but he shook his head. 

“I’m fine” he simply said again as he enjoyed your touch on his skin.

“What happened to your glasses?” you continued

“They fell and broke. But it’s fine” he replied

“You really don’t want to tell me what happened?” you insisted as you finished to put cream on his bruises and to clean up his cuts. 

He took your hands in his and brought you on his lap. He hugged you and placed his head on your chest. You softly stroked his hair and played with his curls. Something was really different about Corey, but at the same time you could tell it was still your Corey. He was still tender with you, and loving. He was just bolder and doing what he truly wanted to, while still being careful to your wants and boundaries.

“I just met someone and I’m starting to understand things” he finally whispered to you. You hated how you felt a little spark of jealousy raising inside your chest, so you stayed silent for a few instants.

“Who?” you finally asked

“Someone” he repeated

“How about we go eat now?” you asked as you were starting to grow annoyed, and he nodded, but he didn’t let you go from his embrace that quickly. He savoured the feel of you in his arms for a little longer before getting up.

As you drove to a nice little restaurant, you couldn’t stop wondering what happened to your boy. There was something about him. You couldn’t tell what though. But your guts were still very quiet about him, so you weren’t afraid of him.

“How was your day?” he asked you once you were settling at the table

“Between you being gone, the radio guy talking about me being insane and my boss trying to flirt with me, not the greatest” you sighed. You noticed how Corey instantly tensed up.

“What happened with your boss? Did he make you feel uncomfortable? Did he touch you?” he instantly asked, and there was a new protectiveness shining in his eyes. You had never seen him looking like such a guard dog before. You couldn’t deny how hot it was. 

“He touched my shoulder, yeah, and he couldn’t stop talking about my body. I was already quite upset today, so it didn’t help. But it’s alright, it’s not the first guy to act like that, and he won’t probably be the last. I’ll try my best to avoid him from now on.” you explained but it didn’t seem to appease Corey.

“I’m sorry about that.” he told you and you gently smiled at him

“You have nothing to apologise for, silly” you told him and he kissed the back of your hand, his eyes plunged inside of yours. You even missed the way the people around the two of you were looking at you.

A man came closer to you and you almost jumped when you realised he was there.

“Everything is all good here?” he asked you. 

He was wearing a police uniform. You didn’t understand what he was talking about but he was only staring at you.

“Hmm, yes, why?” you replied with an arched eyebrow.

The man came closer to you and he whispered into your ear:

“Be careful with that boy, okay?” he said and you saw, from the corner of your eyes, Corey standing up and putting a hand on the cop’s shoulder.

“Thank you for your concern, sir. But we’re all good.” he said in an icy voice you have never heard from him before. The cop sent him a surprise glance before frowning.

“Don’t touch me, kid” he told him and Corey removed his hand with a little cheeky smile.

“Can you step away from her then?” Corey said as he moved in front of you. 

The cop sent you another glance, he gave you his card, before leaving. Corey turned back to you.

“If you’re done eating, maybe we should go back home” you offered “I’m quite tired after today, and you also need to rest” you added and Corey nodded.

He paid for the meal and you drove back home. You stayed silent and Corey hoped he didn’t do anything that annoyed you. You, on the other hand, kept thinking about the person Corey met last night, after having been hurt. You weren’t even certain Corey was officially your boyfriend despite all the kisses and protectiveness. You didn’t have the strength to ask him that night, though, too exhausted from the rollercoaster of emotions of the day.

You quickly fell asleep on the couch with him watching over you like you were the most beautiful angel he ever witnessed, and he smiled down at you, gently stroking your skin.

You missed when he softly got up, careful to not wake you up, and left your house, in the middle of the night.

But you didn’t miss the news that your boss has been found dead with his wife, and that a police officer was also reported missing.

[i-arch-my-backula]

Birthday Breakfast: Corey Cunningham x Reader x Michael Myers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[joelswritingmistress]

Last Halloween: Chapter 4

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

Warning: Angst, talks of violence

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled. "Thank you."

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

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

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

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

"Did you kiss him last night?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Jessie!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

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

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

"You didn't."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'll be right back."

"Okay." He answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You squinted and gave a nod. "Yeah."

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

Your eyebrows pressed together. "What?"

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

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

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

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

"Holy shit, Joel."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You didn't do anything wrong."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I never believed the bullshit stories."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry," you said again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

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

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

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

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

"Only if you let me make you dinner."

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

CLICK HERE FOR CHAPTER 5

@untamedheart81 @amyispxnk @grogusmum

[renhaswritersblock]

NSFW Alphabet Masterlist

NSFW Alphabet

David Dastmalchian characters:

Abner Krill: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Bob Taylor: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Coco: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Johnson: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Lonny: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Murdoc: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Watch Dogs characters:

Wrench: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Richard Malik: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Pascal characters:

Joel Miller: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Frankie Morales: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Miscellaneous:

Matty (reprisal): | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Corey Cunningham: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

Laszlo Kreizler: | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z |

(More to coming soon...)

[honeybeeloxs]

LOVERS

Corey Cunningham x Male Reader

Talk about being tired, I am so tired after writing this, not because it was draining but because it's like 4:13 AM while writing this A/N.

SUMMARY:

SPOILERS FOR HALLOWEEN ENDS

You were his first everything. First boyfriend, First kiss, he could trust you, and the first one who was there for him when Jeremy died underneath his watch.

You were his first everything. First boyfriend, First kiss, he could trust you, and the first one who was there for him when Jeremy died underneath his watch. Corey can admit he’s a little obsessed; Y/N had been there for Corey when his mental health was deteriorating, but he can’t stop looking at your pretty face; how your bangs framed around your face made him obsessed. So, Corey and Michael discussed, well, Corey talked, and Michael huffed and stared. 

“I get off my shift in like 10, gotta close it up for Audrey; wanna do something? Like, I don't know, watch a movie, maybe?” Y/N looked through the diner’s blinds as he blathered to Corey over the phone. “Sorry, babe, but I got to watch over the Junkyard tonight,” Corey told you, and you huffed. “Really? But it’s Halloween. Your parents suck big time,” Y/N scoffs “whatever, what about tomorrow? I don’t have to work tomorrow?” Y/N smiled as Corey agreed to tomorrow, his shoulder holding up the phone as he cleaned off some booths in the corner.

Y/N hangs up the phone, adjusts his apron, and rips the sticky note off the register, “Thanks for closing for me! Sorry about it but family emergency! Don’t forget to lock the door and set the alarm. ~ Thank You, Audrey.” 

Y/N rolled his eyes, threw the note in the trash bin, and muttered to himself; Y/N looked out the door and squinted. Was that a man? Who is that..? WHAT is that..? The figure stood at the glass doors, his mask resembling a scarecrow. He questioned himself, maybe he was going crazy, and Y/N couldn’t take his eyes off him when the masked figure started to walk towards the doors; Y/N fumbled with the keys as he locked the doors just in time. He bolts to the backdoor. Shit, you forgot to close them. No one typically locks the backdoor by an alley; no one goes in it. Y/N bolts to the backdoor, knocking off napkin dispensers and trays neatly piled on the counter. Y/N opened the kitchen doors to see the alley’s brick wall, door wide open. He immediately shut the door and locked it. Breathing hard, Y/N grabs his phone and dials the police.

Y/N gets home, changes into a black sweatshirt he stole from Corey, and plops on the brown couch. His eyes grow heavy as he puts on a movie. He ends up passing out 30 minutes into the film. He will pass out before it's over.

Corey pulls up his mask and smiles with his face coated in blood as he watches you snore softly; he finds it cute as you snore in his sweatshirt. Michael tilts his head at you as he watches Corey brush your bangs out of your face. Not wanting to wake you up from your deep slumber, he carefully picks you up and brings you to the sewers with them. 

Corey watches you wake up from the hard concert, and he loves the confusion on your face as you call out for help. Muttering to himself, Y/N grabs out his cell phone and turns on the flashlight.

“Shit,” Y/N says as he steps on the cold concrete, he searches for an exit with his flashlight shining on the walls and sees the masked figure he saw earlier. The scarecrow attacker pulls up his mask and reveals himself to be Corey, “C-Can I go home?” you stutter out; Corey flashes you a smirk. “No, I love you too much and can’t let you go. He walks up to you, puts his curly hair on your neck, and continues whispering to you. Y/N sees Michael and screams; he runs to the supposed tunnel of the sewer that leads to the outside world; Y/N gets yanked away by Corey and thrown around and lands into Michael, who bear hugs him. Corey comes up behind Y/N, and the crimson metallic scent fills your nose as he hugs you from behind.