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g4yforethan · 8 months

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always forever

pairing: tate langdon x gn!reader

summary: reader moves into the murder house and encounters tate who is curious of the new owners

warnings: cursing, kissing

a/n: tate is not a criminal in this story i just find evan peters hot ! also i love y’all smmm!

you and your family had moved to los ángeles after a fire engulfed your previous house in flames. you never found out the cause of the fire but your mom put the blame on your dad for "leaving the stove on at night." you were also sad that you were going to leave your hometown and all of your friends but stayed optimistic for a new beginning. when you arrived at the house, you felt an energy. a strange energy. the house was victorian style and had lots of space. you could see why your parents chose it in the first place. after getting all your things inside, your parents went out on a date to celebrate the new move. they had invited you but you were too tired to go out and decided to stay in and order a pizza instead.

after getting into bed and watching a movie you hear a thud in your closet. you were scared but courage ran through your body and quickly opened it. there was a boy inside. you screamed for him to get out. "wow wow relax. i was just trying to see what cds you have here." he said as you back up from him scared. "first of all who are you and how the hell did you get into my house?!" you could've sworn you had locked all the doors so it was impossible for him to have snuck in. "let's just say i know all the ways to this house. i live right next door to you and seen plenty of people move into this house." "okay well then what are you doing in my room? and you never told me who you are."

"i told you i'm just tryna see what kind of albums you got here. not good ones though. and my name is tate. what's yours?" he got closer to you and now you could see he had blonde hair and soft skin. "i'm y/n. we just moved here today." tate started to move around your room and noticed some your posters that you had hung up on the wall. "mhm scary movies huh? i'm a big fan of friday the 13th." you laughed and found his sense of humor entertaining. "same the sequel's better to be honest. well my parents are coming home soon so maybe you should go." he gave a disappointed look at you. "sure i can't spend the night here? we could listen to some cds and maybe have a quick make out session or something?"

you were taken back by what he said but you couldn't deny the fact that he was exactly your type. "i mean we could listen to an album or two." his face lit up with excitement. the two of you sat on the floor listening to a rock album while tate discussed his life and asked you about why your family moved. "it was just a lot. i mean we never knew what caused the fire but we basically lost everything. i'm just nervous for this new part of my life and meeting new people and-" you started to tear up and tate took note of this and started to hug you. "hey hey. everything is gonna be okay alright? i mean it's gonna take time but at least you got me here so." you smiled and found comfort in tate. with his arms wrapped around you, the two of you locked eyes as your lips met his.

the two of you kiss for what seemed to be hours but it was a good 5 minutes of kissing. tate began to kiss your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. he lifted your shirt and placed his hands on your waist. “god you’re so beautiful.” he whispers in your ear as your face warms up and your cheeks turn red. he lays you on your back and starts to leave kisses and hickies on your chest and belly. his soft lips leaves you wanting more and more of his touch. his hands start to reach your zipper. “can i?” he asks you. you nod and he smiles and starts to unzip your pants.

all of a sudden, a knock on the door interrupts you two. “hey y/n we’re back home!” your dad yells outside from your room. you look at tate in fear while tate has a calm look on his face. “oh my god you have to go now!” your dad starts to open the door and you close your eyes and cringe in fear. “hey honey is everything okay?” you open yours eyes and look around your room. tate was gone. he was there just a second ago. “uh yeah i just woke up right now.” your dad asks you to come downstairs for leftovers. you agree and look around your room. how did he do it? you look in front of you. “boo!” it was tate. “oh my fucking god tate! how did you hide so quickly?” “let’s just say i know this house a little too well.” he leans in for a quick kiss before disappearing again into thin air.

#male reader insert #malereader #male reader #gender neutral insert #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #evan peters #tate langdon #american horror story #ahs murder house #ahs fandom #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x y/n #tate langdon x you

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dual1pa · 2 years

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drive-in movie

fic content: slight cursing, make-outs, steve being cute, slight smut but nothing too graphic

steve harrington x reader (with she/her pronouns)

have a fic idea/request? send it my way!

she met steve when he was working at scoop's ahoy. robin helped him get the guts to finally ask her out, since she thought she was making it plainly obvious she wanted to go out with him. however, the new couple found issues when trying to get to second base. either someone had to leave or someone interrupted them and it killed the mood.

this time, no one was bound to bother them. steve honked his horn to alert her that he was at her home. he was taking her to a drive-in movie. friday the 13th part 6 was just released and they were dying to see it.

she spritzed some of steve's favorite perfume and adjusted her skirt before running out the door. she waved goodbye to her parents and promised she'd be home by curfew: 12am. it was only 6pm so they had hours of time together. it was like she was under his spell, she couldn't get enough of him.

little did she know, he felt the exact same way.

his face brightened when he saw her running down the driveway and crashing into the front seat and immediately putting her lips to his.

"well hello to you too," he spoke between kisses.

"i'm just excited to hang out with you tonight and watch jason vorhees slash some people," she giggled.

since there was no center console, she rested herself on steve's shoulder as his right arm dangles over her shoulder. the sweet sound of kate bush lightly plays through the speakers as she hums the lyrics. every now and then, she leaves small kisses starting from the edge of his lips down to his neck. she couldn't help but stare at his side profile beaming from the sunset, his hair slightly waving from the wind due to the open window. god, he was beautiful.

she had high hopes of not being bothered tonight.

the parking lot was already crowded, but steve somehow managed to get the perfect spot. luckily, most people don't even watch the movie as they make out with their partners in the cars. no one cares here what the hell people do.

he put the car in park and shut off the car. he always likes to get places early, especially the movies. he's always worried that the snack line will be way too long and he will miss the beginning of the movie.

"shall we go grab some snacks?" he asked.

"of course, the popcorn is really calling my name," she giggled.

the couple walked arm in arm to the concession stand where there were many people in line, steve reminded her of the reason he gets places too early. she playfully rolled her eyes at the comment but understood his reasoning.

steve bought popcorn, cokes for the two of them, red vines and some M&M's. he knows her movie theater cravings. he let her in the car first and he followed suit, just in time for the movie to start. the sun was setting as jason made an appearance on the screen. the only sounds heard were the chewing of the popcorn and the screaming of the serial killer's victim.

one part of the movie made her jump, cuddling into steve's body. he held on to her and whispered that if jason was real, he would protect her no doubt. his kind words turned her on a bit. she cupped his face and leaned in for a kiss. tiny unprompted kisses turned into more steamy kisses. he guided his tongue against her bottom lip, hoping she would trust him to take good care of her. she leaned her head back against the seat and let him slightly hover over her. his one arm rests on the back of the seat as her head rests on top. his other wraps around her waist, gripping her top. he gained enough courage to caress her bare thigh, teasing his way up to her clothed center. the grip she had on his hair grew tighter as she wanted more. however, she did wish that there weren't hundreds of people around them. just before he got any further, they heard a knock on the window, scaring the hell out of the both of them.

it was dustin and his friends. she could tell steve was pissed at him for interrupting them. she groaned.

"what, dude??" steve rolled the window and asked his curly-haired friend what he wanted.

"can we sit with you guys? we snuck into the movie and we have nowhere to hide from jack and those assholes from kicking us out," he begged.

steve turned to look at her, he could never say no to dustin, especially when he was in trouble. his apologetic look won as he unlocked the doors for dustin and his buddies to get in. she sighed as she was upset that she was left with "blue balls," as she was sure he had those too. she did admire, however, the friendship dustin and steve had, he was always so good to him about giving advice or helping him through situations.

the kids ducked down as she and steve paid attention to the movie as if they weren't hiding four people in the backseat. his hand gripped hers as he brought it up for a kiss.

"ohhh, you guys got red vines?" dustin yelped, grabbing some out of the cupholder.

"all yours," she grinned.

once the movie was over, steve drove dustin and his friends home, leaving the two of them alone once again, in her driveway.

"i'm sorry about them, but you know i can't say no to him."

she shook her head, "no i know," she smiled, "it's important to help out friends when they need it, i do wish, however, we got to finish where we left off."

"you and me both, believe me. i got fucking blue balls over here," he giggled.

she looked at her house, all the lights were turned off. her quick moves caught him off guard as she straddled him. his hands instantly went to her waist, and slightly lifted up her shirt to feel her skin. as she began to kiss him, she couldn't stop, and neither could steve.

"god, i want you so bad," steve moaned into her mouth. she felt his hands travel to her ass and under her skirt, "i've wanted to do that all night."

she looked at her watch which read 11:50. rolling her eyes at her curfew times, she had to put a pause on their actions.

"believe me, so do i, stevie. but i have to go. can we finish this tomorrow?"

"of course, i'll pick you up here," he said, helping her out of the car. he leaned against it as she wrapped her arms around him one last time before giving him wet kisses. she let go as he watched her run up to the front door and unlocked the door. she blew him one last kiss and shut the door.

both of them were extremely excited about what was to come.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things #stranger things characters #stranger things imagine #my writing #my writings

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lincolndjarin · 7 months

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The Thing That Gives

main masterlist ✧ kinktober masterlist ✦

kinktober : day thirteen - afab!reader x ezra

prompt : tentacles [ 18+ mdni ]

word count : 2.4k

summary : you find yourself in the slimy grip of the unknown.

warnings, etc. : dubcon/noncon (these tags apply to ezra, i wrote a reader who is like really into tentacles), dead dove do not eat, smut, tentacles, reference to pornography (reader reads hentai lmao), sort of tentacle horror i guess lol, reader is into the tenacles of it all like i'm gonna be so honest she's like hell yes about tentacles she's a real weirdo in this (she just like me fr), t in v?? (tencacles in vag??), tentacles in every hole, anal, oral in the tentacle receiving sense, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, ambiguous ending

a/n : i'm so so glad someone requested him with this prompt bc it's so ezra like let's be real. originally i wanted to write something where he's a tentaclly monster and lowkey if people like this i might do that in the future lol. anyhow this is def the craziest thing i've ever written but it was so so much fun, happy friday the 13th!!

“Pretty little thing like you? Shouldn’ta been on the Green in the first place.”

That’s what that son of a bitch had said when he’d locked you in that abandoned ship ages ago, those words have been replaying in your mind ever since. You’d been skeptical to trust him in the first place, he spoke in strange, strung out sentences and he had a smile that immediately made you suspicious but he’d just been too damn charming.

It didn’t help that you’d just lost your partner.

She had been your protector and navigator, as a third generation prospector you were equipped to do one thing, harvest. She had done everything else for you but after an unfortunate incident where her suit had gotten caught on some rubble you were left alone with the entire harvest and no one to watch over you.

Maybe that’s why you’d been so naive to his allure, and his promises to keep you safe on your journey back to your ship.

Stupid.

You practically handed your ship to him on a silver platter.

“This looks familiar, I think we’re nearby.”

You had signed your own death certificate with that.

He’d wrestled you into an abandoned ship minutes later, firmly sealing it shut and taking you entire harvest. He doesn’t even give you enough time to feel angry with those parting words, you just feel dumb.

It took you days to get out of there.

You’re lucky you stay stocked up on rations in case of emergencies but you don’t get to feel good about that fact. You’re too busy mourning the loss of your harvest.

When you finally manage to pry the metal doors open you immediately go off in search of your ship. You’re certain it’s a lost cause. Ezra probably took off ages ago but what else are you supposed to do? So you keep on marching through the Green.

It only takes a few moments more before you’re shocked to see the outline of your ship in the distance.

Had he somehow missed it?

Sure he was a scumbag but he was a smart scumbag, he should have found this with ease. It’s an easy hike, down a steep hill and back up another, that’s the quickest, most straightforward way there.

But of course you fuck even this up, because that’s just your luck these days.

You stumble over a tree route, tumbling down the hill before your helmet collides with a stone at the bottom, your nose slams against the glass with a sickening crunch and just like that, you’re out cold.

When you finally come to your senses you’re shocked to find yourself face to face with the man who betrayed you in the first place. You’re used to hearing his sickly sweet, over complicated sentences, you’re convinced he enjoys the sound of his own voice more than anything else on this godforsaken planet. But for the first time since you met him, he’s speechless.

It doesn’t take much to figure out why, as you blink a few times, clearing up your vision. You rake your eyes across his form, he’s held in place by several slick and constantly moving tentacles, his space suit is in tatters, his helmet thrown to the ground along with your own and you briefly wonder how he’s even breathing, but based on the way his chest rises and falls he’s perfectly fine.

“B-birdie?” He rasps out. Your first instinct is to slap him but you realize quickly that you’re in a similar predicament, your suit discarded on the ground with your limbs being restricted by the throbbing appendages.

Well this probably isn’t good.

There’s a lot going on in your head right now.

You sort of wonder if you died during your fall and this is some sort of afterlife. You’d heard reference to the eternity after this life, people often talked about it but you never really believed it until now. But now you think of the magazines back on your ship and wonder if this is your afterlife, is there some higher power out there who knows you spend your free time looking at dirty magazines featuring people in the exact predicament you found yourself in now?

That doesn’t exactly make sense though.

If this was your perfect afterlife it would just be you and the tentacles, why is Ezra here?

You don’t get much time to question anything going on because the tentacles start pulsing, almost violently, squeezing your limbs tightly before starting to frantically surround you and your ex-partner.

“No- please, Kevva above.” You watch curiously as a tendril wraps around his throat, he’s a few feet from you, directly across from where you’re propped up.

You can practically feel the fear coming off of him. You swear he’s about to cry as the tentacles remove his remaining undergarments.

“Not again, please, please-” His prayers are cut off when one of the pulsing limbs pushes past his swollen lips. You almost feel jealous, is this your afterlife? To watch Ezra living your dream and not appreciating it? You want to feel its sweet caress, sliding into your mouth, slipping under your clothes and holding you with its entire being. You frown, practically green with envy.

He isn’t even appreciating it. He thrashes and whines through the slimy flesh between his teeth. You don’t have to be bitter for long, the tendrils surrounding you are gentler than his, almost sweet with how they move across your goosebump riddled skin. There’s so many colors, swirling purples and greens and grays until one finally presents itself in front of your face, as if it was looking at you.

You don’t know what compels you to do it but you open your mouth, letting whatever it is slide across your tongue. Tiny suction cups prodding at your taste buds as it slips further into you.

You should be choking, or at the very least gagging as it bumps against the back of your throat, but you don’t. Ezra certainly doesn’t seem to have the same luxury, his chest heaves and his eyes water as the tendril in his mouth pushes itself in further. You experimentally let your tongue swirl around the appendage, sucking slightly and you’re rewarded with a sweet taste that hadn’t been there until now, closing your eyes you suck it in deeper, letting it slide further down your throat.

It’s giving you air.

That’s how the two of you are still alive, whatever this thing is provides you with it. And you desperately want more. You want to be one of the girls in those comics, you want to be ripped straight out of the magazines you love so much.

So you moan.

Almost as if to show it how good it makes you feel. How thankful you are.

And deep within the depths of your subconscious you know how happy that makes it. How long it’s waited to have its affections reciprocated, and in return it is gentle. It doesn’t tear your clothes the way it did Ezra’s, it doesn’t even fully remove them, the tentacles slow from their frenzy as they lift your shirt above the swell of your chest and tug the waistband of your shorts down to your knees. You don’t even get a chance to feel self conscious because at the same time Ezra spits out the tentacle in his mouth, groaning as the remaining scraps of his clothing is fully destroyed, and boy is he a sight.

How long has he been here? The entire time you were stuck? It looks to be that way, his cock red and aching as the tendrils slide across the already leaking tip. He’s a mess. More so than he usually is. It looks almost painful. How many times has he come?

You're snapped out of your thoughts when your own tentacles mirror the movements of his. The one in your mouth slowly retreats but you whine, running your tongue against it and it stills, no longer filling your throat but still letting you leisurely suck it.

Ezra once again opens his mouth to speak but instead of it filling him once more it just slides across the bottom of his face, still rather effectively silencing him. You can feel one of the thicker tentacles spreading your legs, it isn’t much of a strain, the others help keep you balanced. You can’t look down but you’re certain if you did you’d see yourself dripping for this unknown being. You don’t have to wait. It simply slips past your folds and finds its home against your cervix. You almost sound like Ezra now as you scream, except yours is more of a squeal, overjoyed and blissed out as it pulses within you, never actually moving in and out, just expanding and shrinking inside of your weeping cunt. You’re having a bit of trouble focusing in your haze of pleasure but you realize that it moves as one. With every pulse inside of you it matches the pattern when it slides up and down his shaft.

It’s like he’s fucking you without touching you, sort of.

Although this is better than sex.

At least for you, Ezra continues to look at you frantically, tears spill from his eyes now and you can tell by how his muscles tense and his balls tighten that he’s coming yet there’s no physical release, it’s like he’s already spent. He doesn’t even have a chance to go soft, the tentacles continue without missing a beat and he’s still hard in their grip. You don’t feel all that bad for him, not after what he did to you, and it’s hard to feel bad about anything when the tendrils wrap themselves around your breasts, circling them until they jut out, a pair of suction cups attaching themselves to the peaks of your nipples, the same happening to Ezra as you both begin writhing.

Are you even going to be able to go back to normal sex after this? Your first orgasm tears through you violently. Your entire body trembles and you fight the urge to bite down as you scream.

You can’t possibly ever feel this good again, it’s just too perfect. You assume it can’t get better yet somehow it does, a thing tendril wrapping around your leg before a smaller suction cup latches onto your clit, at that point you’re a goner. Your body evaporates into muffle moans and squeals. It barely even registers when another thick tendril slips between the swell of your ass, pushing into your other hole, taking you completely in its slippery hold.

Now it’s perfect.

You watch with wide eyes as a matching tentacle slides up Ezra's leg.

You’re one in the same, if there was another here with you would they receive identical treatment? You have so many questions that you’ll know you’ll never get answers to, the idea makes you a little sad but almost as if it knows you’re mood has shifted it pushes up deeper into you and you unravel all over again, shrieking as you come, your slick mixing with whatever already coated the tentacles.

You must be the spitting image of your favorite illustration in the magazines, the page that you can flip to purely based on muscle memory. A woman, vaguely resembling you, stretched out with a tentacle in every hole, you probably look as happy as she does as well, drool leaking from the raised corners of your mouth.

You want another orgasm, one more would be nice. You aren’t sure how many times Ezra’s come at this point, you do suppose that if it kept at this all day long you might eventually snap, after a certain number of orgasms it would probably get painful.

In all honesty you aren’t sure you care though, it’s kind to you, whatever it is, a part of you thinks it wouldn’t let you hurt. The moment the thought crosses your mind you come one last time, this one catches you a bit of guard, following the last in quick succession. Maybe you could live like this, here with whatever this creature is, watching Ezra would eventually get sad but you would adapt, this thing, whatever it is, is gentle, and it loves.

You make a conscious choice to give yourself up to it completely.

You could live here and be happy with this creature.

And in an instant you’re released, the tendrils slide out of you, setting you down.

All you had to do was give in to it and it let you go.

You gasp for air as it drops you to the ground, fumbling for your helmet, taking in several gulps of filtered air as you retch. You’re eternally grateful to the fact that your helmet didn’t crack during your fall. It takes several minutes to find your bearings but eventually you manage to resituate your suit and fix your clothes before you stand face to face with him. Despite watching what you did to escape it doesn’t seem to register with him as he continues to thrash and fight, he must be exhausted at this point.

Stubborn bastard isn’t ever gonna relax.

Poor thing, you almost feel bad for him.

Almost.

You tilt your head as you stare at him, the tendrils still stroking his red straining cock while he gives you a pleading look. But you only have eyes for the case at his feet once you remember its presence. You reach down, taking it in your hands and clicking the locks to see if it’s all still there and much to your delight everything is accounted for, you swiftly shut it and look up at him once more. The tendril slides away from his mouth, it’s giving the two of you a chance to speak.

“Plea-“ His words are cut short as you watch a tentacle tweak his nipple, you reach out a gloved hand to run a thumb over his puffy chest.

“Pretty little thing like you shouldn’t have been on the Green in the first place.” You grin at him before crawling out of the ravine, the sounds of his strangled moans follow you until you close the doors of your ship behind you.

Maybe you’ll come back for him. At the very least you’ll come back for the experience of being held by such a creature as the tentacles beneath the earth.

It doesn’t matter all that much.

Either way you won’t be back until you’re sure he’s learned his lesson.

a/n : ooooo hope everyones having a frightening friday the thirteenth and i also hope everyone enjoyed this lol

#lincolndjarin #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ezra prospect #ezra x reader #ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect smut #ezra prospect x ofc #ezra prospect fanfiction #ezra prospect x you

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kraken17 · 7 months

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Rewatching the entire Friday the 13th series for this year's Octoberween. I only have three movies left to watch (...finally 😵‍)

The One With Mommy (Friday the 13th, 1980, dir. Sean S. Cunningham)

The One With The Sack On The Head (Friday the 13th Part 2, 1981, dir. Steve Miner)

The One With The Hockey Mask IN 3D! (Friday the 13th Part III, 1982, dir. Steve Miner)

The One With The Kid (Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter, 1984, dir. Joseph Zito)

The One With The Whodunit (Friday the 13th: A New Beginning, 1985, dir. Danny Steinmann)

The One Where He’s Back, The Man Behind The Mask (Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives, 1986, dir. Tom McLoughlin)

The One With White-label Carrie (Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood, 1988, dir. John Carl Buechler)

The One With NYC But Not Really (Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan, 1989, dir. Rob Hedden)

The One With The Demon Worm Possessing Shit (Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday, 1993, dir. Adam Marcus)

The One IN SPACE (Jason X, 2001, dir. James Isaac)

The One With Old Man Fred (Freddy vs. Jason, 2003, dir. Ronny Yu)

The Remake One (Friday the 13th, 2009, dir. Marcus Nispel)

#Friday the 13th #Friday the 13th Part 2 #Friday the 13th Part III #Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter #Friday the 13th: A New Beginning #Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives #Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood #Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan #Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday #Jason X #Freddy vs. Jason #Friday the 13th 2009 #Friday the 13th remake #octoberween #horror #slasher #jason voorhees

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custardcrazy · 2 years

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Safe

pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

warnings: a single use of the word “shit”, nothing else

summary: you're best friends with Eddie Munson. you decide to watch a horror movie late at night, and be totally platonic

The sky was an inky black, and rain pounded on the windows, coming down in buckets. It rapped a quick rhythm on the trailer’s roof, but was drowned out for the most part by the music coming from the boom box. Something with lots of drums and electric guitar – you couldn’t exactly tell what it was, but it was probably Twisted Sister.

You glanced out the window, at the almost completely dark trailer park. The only visible lights were coming from street lamps in the near distance, and other trailers. Though, you would assume that most sane people were in bed right now. You had lost track of the time, and you didn’t really care, either.

“Shit, dude, it’s peak horror movie weather out.”

Your attention was drawn to Eddie as he joined you by the window, before turning to you with a grin. He seemed in good spirits, and was holding a few VHS tapes in his hands. Though he’d taken off the denim jacket, he was still in his Hellfire Club shirt. You smiled back at him, and then looked out the window again.

“Yeah, do you think some axe murderer’ll bust through the door?” You asked, elbowing him, from which you earned a small ‘hey!’ in response. “He could be hiding in the darkness, watching us right now.. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike .” Forming your hands into claw-like shapes, you slashed invisible wounds through the air to emphasize your point.

Eddie laughed at that, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Maaaybe. You wanna go out there and find out? Yell really loudly so he can find us.”

“Oh, absolutely not,” you shot back, hopping off of whatever piece of furniture you had been previously perched on. Though you feigned annoyance, you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “In that weather? No way.” Shrugging, you smirked at him. “I think you’d be a much better candidate for that. You and your obnoxiously loud voice.”

Choosing to ignore your comment about his voice, Eddie cleared his throat.

“ Aaanyway, speaking of axe murderers…,” he pretty much brandished one of the tapes he was holding in your face, “I got some movies here, if you wanna have a look-see. Perfect for this weather.”

“Oh?” You took the one he was holding, looking at the words scrawled on it in what looked to be Sharpie. Instinctively, you scrunched up your nose. “...Swamp Thing? Really?” You had a faint memory of watching it with some other friends. Some flick about a scientist-turned plant beast - or something. It wasn’t that impressive, to be honest. “Got anything else?”

“Sure,” said Eddie. “Um, I have Cujo, Motel Hell, Q ..,” With each movie he named, he showed you the respective tape. “ Friday the 13th – yeah, that was a pain to get my hands on –” He grimaced a little at the apparent recollection, and you couldn’t help but snicker. He was pretty much an open book, 24/7.

“Okay, let’s do Friday the 13th ,” you interrupted, not knowing how many B-movies Eddie owned. And you kind of didn’t want to find out. “That one’s good enough for me. Also, it’s a freaking classic.” A true statement, even though it hadn’t come out too long ago. It was just something about it..

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, okay.” He put the other movies aside, piling them in a disorderly fashion on the table. “You wanna turn off the lights for this one, or?” He shut off the boombox, then headed for the TV. You followed, plopping down on the floor, and leaning back against the coffee table. The wood dug into your back ever so slightly, but you ignored it for now.

“Go for it,” you answered with a wry smile. “As long as you don’t scream again.”

To your amusement, his reaction was immediate. “HEY, I was caught by surprise, okay?!” Whipping around, he shot daggers in your direction. “And that was your fault, you shut them off in the first place!”

Though it was always funny to see a bug-eyed Eddie, he had stopped in his task of putting in the movie. So you surrendered, raising both your hands into the air. “Kidding, kidding. I admit it, it was my fault.” He narrowed his eyes at you, and you huffed out a short laugh. “Just - just start the movie, alright?”

And so he did, not before making you do the honor of getting the popcorn, though. And the bowl itself was firmly placed in his lap, and he refused to move it. Since you were sitting pretty close together, you had to awkwardly reach across him to grab a handful of the stuff, which even though it was a minor inconvenience, was still an inconvenience.

“You’re such a drama king,” you muttered, as the opening sequence began. He just smirked in response.

“Always have been.”

The first twenty minutes or so of the movie went by pretty quickly, with only a few snarky comments here and there, since you were both watching the screen of the TV pretty intently. Its faint blue glow lit up the small living room, and nothing else.

Though, as time passed by, you regretfully felt your eyelids growing heavier. The rain drumming on the trailer was somewhat like white noise, as well as the movie itself, and you were slowly but surely being lulled to sleep. But you tried your best to stay awake, and stifled a traitorous yawn that forced its way out.

Eddie didn’t comment on it, until you yawned again, for the third time.

He turned to look at you, and you faced him as well.

“You tired?” He asked, and even in your drowsy state you easily picked up on the concern in his voice. “If you wanna go to bed, you can take mine.” A familiar arrangement, that you knew from your many nights sleeping over. He took the couch, you took his bed. At first, you argued, but now you knew it wasn’t any use.

“No..,” you said, unconvincingly.

Eddie gave you a knowing look, and you sighed. “Okay, maybe a little. But can we finish the movie first? I don’t think I’ll be able to go to sleep, the suspense will kill me.” The worried expression on his face was broken, as he chuckled.

He looked good when he laughed. Especially now, in the glow of the television, his hair almost looking like a blue halo around his face.

“Alright, you moron. But if you fall asleep here, I’m never letting you live it down.” Eddie turned his attention back to the movie. And with this new motivation, you vowed to keep your eyes open for the maybe half-hour that was left.

Though it was becoming hard again, to not doze off. The noise coming from the TV faded into a monotonous drone again, and you began to space out. The rain had quieted now, not really like a drumming, and more like a gentle tapping of falling water on metal.

All of a sudden, the coffee table didn’t seem so appealing as it dug into your back, and instead Eddie’s shoulder looked mighty comfortable,

so you

lowered your head onto it, the slight tickle of his hair not bothering you at all, too sleepy to notice the hitch in his breath when you moved a little closer

The cotton of his shirt was soft on your cheek, and you could smell his shampoo at this proximity. Something a bit earthy, and comforting, and just distinctly him

and it was a minute or two, before he leaned his head up against yours in return, putting an arm around your shoulders so he could draw you nearer

Instinctively, you snuggled up against him a bit more.

“.. Comfortable now?...”

He muttered, breaking the near-silence, not sounding smug in the slightest. Your mouth refused to form words, so you answered with a hum of affirmation, finally surrendering to your battle with drowsiness.

Your surroundings slowly faded into nothing, a comfortable darkness, as you felt safer than you had ever been before. Like this. Pressed into Eddie’s shoulder as he held you close.

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munchabunch · 2 years

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Burnin’ For You (5/?)

A/n: hey hello! Eddie Munson x OFC. As always thank you for reading my story!!

Synopsis: Eddie and Penny hang out at the trailer and get to know each other a little bit better.

Warnings: drug usage, underage drinking, cursing, fluff, talk of grief, allusions to depression

Word count: 1.9k

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“Welcome to the castle, princess.”

Eddie presented his home with the flourish of a king. Penny walked inside taking in the sheer number of hats and mugs that lined the walls. Her favorite hat she noticed was one that showed the cars of Cadillac Ranch in Texas. She smiled as the memory of her visit to the ranch with her father surfaced. She walked around in a daze, the smell of weed and cigarettes wafting from all corners of the small trailer. Though to most it would seem like an unpleasant smell, it smelled wholeheartedly like Eddie. She turned around to him with a smile.

“A castle fit for a king,” she stated. Turning back around and missing the way his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

“Thanks. Uh, you wanna smoke and maybe watch a scary movie?” She whipped around in a flash, nodding her head vigorously. She looked up at him, and grabbed the joint from behind her ear that she had started before they left the party. Holding it out to him with a smirk on her face, she dug into her pocket producing the lighter she’d so graciously relieved Eddie of earlier in the evening. He reached forward to grab them both, but as soon as the lighter was in his hands she snatched him by the lapel on his jacket and brought him close.

“I was told there’d be Kit Kats, Munson.” She spoke in a hushed tone, directly next to his ear. He felt a shiver run down his spine and hoped to hell she didn’t notice it. Collecting himself quickly, he snatched away in mock offense.

“There are. Patience, sweetheart. Did none of the mean children spare a Kit Kat for the fair maiden? Why don’t you pick the movie and I’ll go grab them.” He walked toward his room, her eyes trailing after him before she realized he’d given her a task. A task she really didn’t want to mess up. She walked over to the stack of videos that were kept by the tv, eyeing the tapes that laid there. Before her eyes settled on the one she knew she’d enjoy and hoped that Eddie would too. It’s his house, doofus, why wouldn’t he like this movie, she thought to herself. She grabbed the movie and slid it into the VCR. Clicking on the tv with the remote she found on the couch, she plopped down and started to get comfortable.

Eddie emerged from his bedroom with 10 full sized KitKats in his hands, the joint hanging from his mouth and the lighter tucked into his pinky.

“You uhhh need any help there, dungeon master?” Eddie froze at her words, nearly dropping everything in his possession.

“Eds? You okay?” She questioned, snapping him out of his stupor.

“Oh uh no sorry I thought I forgot- Nevermind I - uh, I got it.” He placed the Kit Kats all in front of her and went back to the kitchen to grab a couple beers. Holding up the beer in his hand wiggling it at her, catching her attention. She giggled and nodded, he opened them both and brought them over.

“So what movie did you pick?” He looked at her inquisitively.

“Well you happened to have my favorite horror movie. So I picked that. And you’ll see once I hit. Play.” As she said the word she hit the play button.

Eddie stared at the screen waiting to see what movie she’d picked, as soon as the music started up he knew she’d chosen one of the Friday the 13th movies. He turned his head toward her immediately, a wide devilish grin gracing his handsome features. She stared back at him, eyes flitting nervously between him and the tv screen. He watched the screen for a bit until he knew which installment she’d chosen.

“Penelope, you miraculous creature, how’d you know Part three was my favorite?” He grabbed her face and placed a wet sloppy kiss on her forehead. Her face flushed, she tried her best to play it off. Their thoughts echoed one another, oh my god what was that, but in incredibly different ways.

“I picked it because it was MY favorite, Edward.” He glowered at the use of his full name, but she paid him no mind, leaning forward to grab the first of the Kit Kats he’d brought her.

“And yes I had a Kit Kat earlier. But it met an untimely demise. And by that I mean I threw it at some guy’s face.” She chuckled remembering how the three boys had run from her in terror.

“What? What guy?” Eddie’s tone had a protective air to it.

“Just some guy that was bullying Will.” She didn’t want to tell him exactly who it was. “They’re calling him Zombie Boy now and they scared him. And I just got so mad I threw my Kit Kat at one of their faces. I might’ve said I’d cut off their toes and feed them to my dog.” She laughed through the ending of the sentence. Eddie’s raucous laughter filled the small area.

“You just… you threw it at his face? Do you… do you even.. have a dog?” Eddie tried his best to get the words out through his roaring, fighting for enough air to get them out. Tears pricked both of their eyes as Penny joined him in his caterwauling.

“No! I don’t! But I thought about getting one just to make my point stand!” They were both howling now, tears running down their faces. They gathered themselves enough to catch their breaths, only to look at the screen and see the scene where the characters get spooked by cops and have to shovel nuggets of weed into their mouths. They both immediately burst out into laughter again, Penny’s cheeks aching from the smile that seemed to have made a permanent home on her face that night. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed this much. She liked the feeling.

They calmed down after a while and began passing the joint back and forth. After a few hits, Penny could feel herself begin to relax. She brought both feet up on the couch and moved in to lean against Eddie’s arm, hoping he wouldn’t mind. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat, he hesitated before lifting his arm for her allowing her to lean into his side and get more comfortable. He put his arm up on the back of the couch, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

“Comfy?” He glanced over at her tentatively.

“Hmmm very.” She hummed at him, a large satisfied smile taking up her face. Eddie couldn’t tell if her eyes were squinting from the smile or the high she had going for her. He went back to watching the movie, leaving her running with her thoughts. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt a shred of normalcy in her life, which Eddie had given her without even knowing it. She needed him to know.

“Eddie?” She began, seriousness lacing her voice.

“Yeah?” He didn’t know what she was thinking, but from the look on her face he could tell it was important.

“Thank you,” she breathed out after a moment.

“For what, Pen?” He looked at her intently, curiosity piquing.

“For. Everything. For being my friend, and making me laugh for real for the first time since…since my dad. I feel like I haven’t truly felt anything since he died. I haven’t even talked to anyone about it. How I’ve felt sort of.… just empty. Like I’m not even here. Everyone thinks the last stage of grief is acceptance. It’s not. It’s numbness. Where eventually…. you don’t really feel anything anymore. Like the world is just gray. And then you got me that tape and it was like the colors came flooding back in. Because who’s that nice? Who does that for someone? And why was it for me? You have no idea what you did for me that day. And I just. I needed to thank you for everything. You’re really a great person, you’re so unbelievably kind even when everyone in town is rude to you. You care about your friends in such a deep way and I’m so lucky that you’re even my friend.” She wanted desperately to say more but she could tell she was rambling.

Eddie was taken aback, no one had ever said anything like that about him. It was one of the rare times he was rendered speechless.

“Penny, I- you have no idea how lucky I feel that you even wanted to be friends with me. And I know how you feel about being sad. Do you wanna talk about it? We definitely don’t have to but it seems like something you’ve been sitting with.” He put his hand on her cheek and wiped away a tear she’d tried desperately to keep at bay.

“I mean. Yeah. I haven’t really talked about it. But he worked at the lab. You know the one. He left for work one day. And then… we got a call saying that he wasn’t coming home. He was… my best friend. And then he was gone.” Penny looked at him somberly, teardrops chasing each other down the plains of her face. Eddie pulled her closer to him, holding her tightly.

“Pen, I know saying I’m sorry won’t help. So I’m just gonna say I’m here for you and I understand. Sort of. My mom died when I was really young. And then my dad went to prison. That’s how I ended up with Wayne. I just. I understand how you feel. About the world feeling gray.” She looked up from his chest to his face to find him staring down at her, their faces impossibly close. He was about to close the gap, when a scream from the television caused them to jump back in alarm. Both of their faces were blushing with embarrassment. Penny suddenly grabbed Eddie’s wrist to look at his watch, which read 12:30AM. Penny gasped in alarm.

“Oh shit shit shit fuck. I gotta go Eddie. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize what time it was. My mom’s gonna be home from the hospital soon. I really gotta get home before she does.” Penny began to gather her stuff grabbing two of the Kit Kats Eddie had given to her.

“Uh yeah I’ll walk you to your car!” Eddie scrambled to his feet as Penny made her way to the door, beating her there to open it for her. They nearly ran to her car, he opened the door for her and she threw her stuff in, turning around to catch him in an unexpectedly tight hug.

“Goodnight, Eddie.” He returned the embrace, placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head.

“Goodnight sweetheart, get home safely please. These hicks out here don’t know how to drive.” He let go of her as she giggled.

“Eddie. I’ve seen you drive. You’re not one to talk.” His jaw fell open.

“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent driver. Just. Get in your car, woman.” He playfully shoved her into her seat, buckling her into the seat, smirking the whole time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said as he closed the door for her, watching as she drove away.

Eddie walked back into his home when she was out of sight, deciding to leave the cleaning for tomorrow. He made his way to his room, changing into clothes that were comfortable to sleep in.

He flopped himself onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, thoughts consumed by Penny Castillo.

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Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next chapter will be out soon!!

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thekillingjoke-haha · 1 year

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Our Scream Queen

Part I: First Bloodshed

Summary: Bill and Stu realize they have a big fucking problem when they aren't the only killers on the loose and their target screamer is someone else's prize,Sidney Prescott.

Warning ⚠️: Blood,Gore,Death,Hinted pedophilia,cursing,threats,Grade A+ Police work, no poof read

"Slasher talking" "Normal Talking" "Unknown talking"

'Written '

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The phone ringing was the only sound in that large house. It was Tuesday. Just a day before Casey Becker got a similar call that ended her life...the first was made out to a blonde male named Greg Stephens.

Greg Stephens the football jock of Woodboro High School with girls falling off of his arm at ever waking moment. Currently he was at home with his little brother relaxing downstairs with him. He stood up from the sofa his arm moving away from around his little brother who sat next to him to go answer the landline. "Hello?Stephens' residents." He said as his brother still watched the movie they rented from the video store earlier that day. "I'm sorry is Peter there? He gave me this number." A male voice crackled on the other end. "Unless you're talking about pete who's ten years old I think you got the wrong number." He hung up the landline about to walk back when it rung again.

"Hello?" The same voice said. "You got the wrong number guy." Greg said with a roll of his eyes. "Wait don't hang up!" He said almost sounding panicked. "Why the hell not?" The jock folded his arms leaning against the wall dividing the hallway from the living room. "I want to talk to you for a minute. You said you were a Stephens. You don't happen to be Greg right?" They asked with a chuckle and the star athlete felt his chest swell with pride at being recognized from name alone. He started to walk a bit further away from the TV deeper into the hallway. "Do I know you? What's your name?" Greg asked looking down at his socked feet not noticing the shadow that just pasted the front door light. "I had to guess yours come on make this fun guess mine." The voice said full of jovial teasing. "Fine...Scott?" He guessed thinking it was the frontline men. "Wrong. Guess again."

"Tyler?" He hummed the light of the TV hitting his back, his little brother letting out a scream when he got scared at the movie, causing him to roll his eyes at his skittish behavior. "Wrong again, and what was that noise?" The caller asked. "My stupid little brother, he gets so scared at these shitty scary movies." He said as he peaked behind him, seeing his brothers with his head under the covers on the couch. "Awe, scary movies aren't all that bad. What's your favorite?" They asked. "I thought I was the one asking questions?" The quarterback pushed his blonde hair out of his face. "Well, you clearly suck at that game, so I'm giving you an easier one... a trivia game of sorts." The voice said some shuffling on the other line.

Once the movement stopped, the game really began. "So what's your favorite?" Greg thoughts about it for a moment before answering. "Halloween ya know with Michael Myers." A hum of agreement came through the receiver. "That's a good one. The big ass stalker is just out of frame." Greg chuckled. "How about you, or do I have to guess?" The unknown caller chuckled just the same. "Oh, please do." He thought about it thinking of any recent releases, but this guy might not have seen anything newer, so he stuck to classics. "Friday the 13th." He answered. "That's the one where the guy in the hockey mask kills camp counselors, right? He was scary." Greg went to turn around seeing a good chunk of the movie has passed. "I should get off now." He said as he was going to hand up when the next words made him freeze up. "Oh, come on. The Exercist can wait."

Greg stood in the hallway stiff as his breath went stale in his lungs. "How?" He asked not daring to breath as if the walls were listening to him. "How what?" The man on the line asked sounding confused. "Did you know what I was watching?" He started to move again get closer to the door checking out the window before locking the door. "You told me." This angered the jock as he dropped the landline and picked up the cordless phone. "No the fuck I didn't" He heard his own voice double over due to two lines being open. Greg stated going around the house most of the blinds were closed and the front and back door was locked. Rushing over to his brother he pulled the covers off of him the boys eyes scared as he looked at the TV. "Go to your room now." The boy nodded without hesitation not wanting to be in the same room as the movie now. "Still want to play that game?" The voice said sounding more sadistic this time. "I got a fucking game for you to play its called hide the zucchini and you'll play it a-fucking-lot in prison asshole" He growled as he got a knife from the block in the kitchen.

The voice chuckled no longer innocent and carefree. "Play along, and you'll live to see the light of day." He said, but Greg saw this as a bluff and scoffed at him. "Yeah, right, dial a 1-800 number for sick kicks." With that he hung up and what a mistake that was a brick flew in through the window almost hitting him and on it was a note picking the note off of it in messy handwriting it said 'Answer Me!' As he finished reading it, the phone rung again, making him jump, and he answered hastily. "Fine!!! I'll play just leave my house." The voice let out a forced laugh. "Good boy, now I only have three questions. Each one will save a life. Get one wrong, and you'll lose a life."

"It a horror movie game, so I hope you know a thing or two. What was Freddy Kruger in life?" He asked as Greg looked out the window where the brick came from. "A-a janitor at a school." A tsk sounded through the phone. "Half right yet. I asked what he was not what he did...he was a pedophile. Sound familiar Gregory all those freshmen fighting for your attention father like son everyone in town knows he likes em young." Whoever this was knew too much about his family it was only stupid allegations,but the school never pushed the matter and the girls were always willing.

"Don't beat yourself up the next one is easy. What does the reverse bear trap do?" This one was easy. "It rips the victims jaw off by opening instead of closing."Silence washed over the line,he won.

"Right! See not that hard last question. How many people did Voorhees kill in Friday the 13th?" Greg almost jumped for joy this was a trick question. "None! Jason didn't kill anyone till the second movie. I beat you! You sick fuck!" He cheered into the phone panting lightly trying to ease his heart,but the only thing he heard was himself. The other side of the line was quite. Greg paused...

...

He thought he won anyways.

"WRONG! Nine people were killed by Voorhees!!!" He voice seemed to yell ashamed by his stupidity. "No no no Jason was dead it wasn't until part 2 he killed someone!" He defended himself his voice panicked. "I didn't say Jason,I said Voorhees!!! Pamela Voorhees killed nine people before she was beheaded. You only got one right!" That only deepened Greg's confusion. "Only one?! I got two right!" Didn't he? Yes he did, yet he really didn't. "Nope I said half right and I don't give half credit which makes it wrong you didn't answer the question correctly,but that one wrong I took a life and now with the last one you lost yours." The line cut dial tone ringing in his ear as the sound of more glass breaking came from the back door.

Rushing towards the living room with the knife ready to strike he saw his father bleeding on the carpet his intestines spilling from his midsection. A note pinned on him the same way as the brick. 'One wrong answer one life lost.♡♡♡' His eyes went wide as his heart raced...Peter...did Peter pay for his second missed question like their dad? Running up the stairs he ran into his brothers room one hand dialing 911 as he busted through the door.

On the bed he layed there his blond curled locks just above the covers and his breathing steady as he slept. Greg got closer his hand going onto his brothers shoulder "911 what's your emergency?" A female operated asked. His hand pulled away as he answered. "Someone's outside my house and killed my da—" Greg was cut off. "You mean your deadbeat child fondling father!" They seemed to yell over the phone,but there was this odd double layering of his voice which only happened when two lines were...on at the same time...this meant he was in the house. As the odd echoing ended still ringing in his ears the bedroom door slammed close and the red masked psycho jumped on him pulling him out of the room and throwing him down the stairs his kitchen knife being lodged in his shoulder causing him to scream out as the boy laid still in bed as instructed by the masked individual that snuck in.

The oh so high and mighty jock shakingly got up at run away seeing that this person is so much stronger than him and he was now injured. It would have been laughable anyone would think a jock like that would fight,but put a little fear in their hearts and the coward will turn tail. The masked individual casually walked down the stairs their blood stained knife cutting the wallpaper as they hummed. Greg ran out the back door into the wooded area behind his house. Tree branches whipped him and his ankle almost rolled several times as he ran just past the clearing should be a main road. He made it to the small ravine just off the side as headlights came closer he tried to wave to them as he climbed up,but just as his upper body got fully on the pavement a gloved hand grabbed tightly at his blonde locks pulling his head back as a hunting knife slit his throat his torso falling back as the car drove past the older couple talking not even noticing anything just talking about picking up dry cleaning for the dinner party tomorrow night hoping their daughter Casey didn't have that boy over when they leave.

The police stood in the doorway of the house looking at the coroner who took the father's body while in the ambulance with open doors the boy sat in a foil cover over his shoulders as he was checked. A younger officer came up to the Captian by the name of Dewey. "Ya got to come see this Cap."

==Time Skip==

In the kids room the stepped on the other side of the bed opposite of the door looking right under the window. In blood was written. 'Play sleep while I play tag ♡ : )' a dripping smiley face and heart were drawn underneath the message. The forensic took pictures, and the flash clicked as Dewey clapped the police captain shoulder and pointed towards the now closed bedroom door. 'I'll give you that one.. You're safe...well, not you. ♡♡♡' In the same bloody display. "We clearly got someone mentally unstable on the loose any word on the kid, Greg Stephens?" The captain asked as they walked out of the room and slowly down the stairs looking at the peeled wallpaper that looked ripped up after being cut. "Nothing...do you think he would have done this to his own father and brother?" Dewey said as they now stood in the living room. The body of Lucas Stephens having already been removed, the only evidence was the yellow number and the outline of dark red-browning blood. "We don't know anything until we find him, and neither does the news." The older man said, walking out the house unknown to the officers. Almost a fifty yards out into the woods hung Greg by his feet, a long cut from his pelvic bone to his collarbone His intestines were on the ground already swarmed with bugs feasting away if the police didn't hurry they'd lose their sweet parting message written in the organs,but what they don't know can hurt them.

The news of the break in wasn't out to the public yet they wanted it to be swept under the rug since Greg wasn't yet found,but when Casey Becker and here boyfriend were killed the search for Greg as the main suspect lasted only a few hours the body now maggot and fly ridden and picked at by creatures in the woods did they know they had a serial killer on their hands with the same MO.

How wrong they were...great minds just think alike.

===Thursday Morning===

The news crew were outside of the high school buzzing about the murder of Casey Becker and Steve along with the earlier break in at the Stephen's house that lead to Greg's discovery in the forest.

It was hectic at first with the leading suspect haven been Greg since he dated Casey before she dumped him for Steve and them both being found dead, yet that all went out the window when his body was strung up just like her's having been there for who knows how long. The fun has just started the killer looked at the news crew and grinned closing the car door.

A/N: next part will have all the new characters interacting with the orginals. I'll just say they are all connected togther story will go into their dynamic and relationships with eachother. Someone else is gonna die!

Everything will be close to the script with added scenes or scenes with extra character interaction. Also Muder Husbands will so have competition one of them thinks it's hot the other is being a bratty grease ball guess which is which?

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mollymauksboi · 9 months

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Signals and Curiosities | Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

this fic is dedicated to my wonderful friend austen. i hope you like it dewdrop 🥰

word count: 1,116

(no use of y/n, sfw. fluffy romance)

You had been a frequent customer to Scoops Ahoy and Family Video for a number of years, partially because you liked their selections of films and delicious ice cream, but mostly because you loved to see one particular woman. Robin Buckley. You had admired her from afar for some time before gathering the courage to approach and try to befriend her, and was surprised to see that while quite awkward, she was incredibly friendly. You had yet to come out of the closet to most people around you since it wasn’t exactly the most accepted thing here in Hawkins, but here and there you would send little signals to Robin, mostly to see if she was queer like you. And once again, much to your surprise you had finally found another gay. Now, the real problem was finding out if she was into women, and from there taking your shot.

It had been a nice sunny day in the town, the sun was setting over the horizon which set the sky ablaze with beautiful pinks, purples and oranges. Hawkins was shutting down for the night, all except for Family Video, which was open for a little while longer. Taking a deep breath and pushing your black locks from your face, you stepped inside the video store and looked around for a few films, hoping that whatever you picked might intrigue the beautiful brunette behind the counter and it could be your ticket to asking her on a date at yours that night. Steve had finally encouraged you to go for it since he had let it slip accidentally during a conversation that Robin was in fact, a Lesbian. After taking a little bit to pick out a few classic horror movies like Halloween, Friday the 13th and The Fog, you decided to gather up your courage before it was too late and walked right up to the counter.

“Good evening Robin, how’s the shift been? Stevie annoying the hell out of you yet?”

You asked with a soft laugh, to which the brunette laughed along with you.

“It’s been good so far, and yes.. Always. He’s SO annoying~”

Robin playfully jokes, earning a whine and protesting from the boy, which in turn had you both giggling as Robin rang up the price for renting the three films.

“Good choice in movies. I especially loved Halloween”

She commented with a smile, giving you the total in which you promptly paid for.

“Really? It’s actually mine too.”

You took a second, looking at Steve who gave you a thumbs up and smiled sheepishly at Robin.

“Actually, I was kinda hoping that you might be free for a bit tonight? I’d love to watch it with you”

You watched as Robin for a moment stared up into your doe brown eyes in shock before her cheeks turned a light red. Were you asking her on a movie date?

“Y-yeah sure! Uh..”

Looking to Steve, Robin gave him a pleading look, to which the boy shooed her away, telling her he had closing covered but she owed him big time for letting her run off on a date.Grinning, you watched as the brunette quickly grabbed her coat, hopping over the counter and grabbed the little bag of movies for you. With that, you both bid your farewells to Steve and walked back to your home.

“I’ve got plenty of snacks and some pop, I’ll let you head upstairs and get settled. Make yourself at home okay?”

You told Robin which room was yours and asked if she could get the movie started for you two while you made a large bowl of popcorn and grabbed two sodas for the both of you to drink. It only took you a few minutes to get everything ready and head to your bedroom where you spotted Robin on your bed, just having gotten the movie to the opening credits. You dimmed the lights, hopped up onto your bed and placed the bowl in front of you both and with that, the movie began.

Neither of you were very scared of the film since you’d both watched it several times, knowing where the jumpscares were and were even laughing at some parts where you know the characters should have been smarter about what they did in that situation before getting caught by Myers.

“What an idiot!”

You laughed, facepalming a little as you watched one of the girls run straight into Myers, only for Robin to burst into giggles, leaning her head against your shoulder as she agreed. The contact made you freeze in place, your heart began to pound wildly inside your ribcage. She was so close.. And gods above did she smell nice too. Setting down your drink, you brushed some of her locks from her face and smiled down at her.

“You are so damn beautiful, Birdy”

You complimented Robin, both of you began to blush immediately. Where the hell did that surge of confidence come from? Well… Robin didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact she sat up and cupped your cheeks, giving you no warning nor any time to prepare for what came next as her lips pressed firmly against yours. They were soft, a lot softer than you had ever imagined and she tasted so sweet..Immediately, your lips moved in tandem with hers, fitting perfectly together as if you two were truly meant to be. Everything around you faded away until it was just the two of you, fireworks bursting in brightly lit colours behind your closed eyes while your hands found purchase against Robin's waist and pulled her into your lap. Abandoning all thought of the movie still playing in the background, the two of you kissed heatedly for some time until you needed to pull away for a much needed break of air.

Resting your head against hers, you gently rubbed your noses together in a butterfly kiss, rubbing little circles into the woman's skin.

“I love you, Robin…”

You murmur softly, brown eyes fluttering open to meet hers, in which the flustered mess of a woman above you pecked your lips once more.

“I love you too..”

Having lost all interest in the movie, the two of you curled beneath the blankets of your bed, talking into the wee hours of the morning, laughing, cuddling and just loving each other until you both eventually drifted off into a peaceful slumber within the other’s arms.

What had started off as any other night renting movies to cure your boredom and yet another excuse to see Robin again had ended in the most wonderful way you could have ever imagined. It was perfect.

She was perfect…

#stranger things #robin buckley #scoops ahoy #queer signals #queer community #first love confessions #fluffy romance #fluffy robin buckley #romance #romantic robin buckley #i love my little lesbian #lesbians watching horror turned love confessions

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darklylucid · 1 year

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For The Love Of Duality...

So...I was doing some (early) Spring cleaning in the computer room and found an old shoebox filled with a veritable tangle of miscellaneous cables, two dusty modems, a broken gaming mouse and one CD-R curiously labeled, ‘Pics & Docs 2008’.

Back in 2008, I wrote a rather eclectic collection of what I call ‘fic bits’ that basically read like excerpts from completed stories from both the Marvel and DC comics universe, ‘Halloween’, ‘Friday The 13th’, and even one from the 1990 Liam Neeson film ‘Darkman’.

Now, I’ve loved Heath Ledger’s Joker from the 2008 film ‘The Dark Knight’ from the moment I saw him (despite not having much of a love for ‘clowns’), but when you combine that with my long-standing love for another of DC comic’s most iconic villains, Two-Face, and my strong ‘Polyamorous inclinations’, is it any wonder that I came up with one hell of a sexy thought involving the two of them?

Cheerfully posted for the love of sexy murder men and because I *knew* @frenzy-b would appreciate it, here’s something I wrote way back in 2008.

Enjoy!

Warning - slightly NSFW Heath Ledger Joker x Two-Face x GN reader content under the cut, slight fear play, knife play...

You're in the middle of a huge bed covered in expensive black silk sheets and you're sitting in Harv's lap, your legs wrapped around his waist with your hands fisted in the collar of his shirt and he's kissing you so hard, so ruthlessly you're convinced your mouth's going to be bruised in the morning.

For a moment you forget that there's someone else on the bed besides you and 'Big Bad Harv', but when you feel the ice cold edge of a knife blade edge delicately up your spine, you can't help but jump, break the kiss and let out a frightened gasp.

You'd nearly forgotten he was there, kneeling on the bed behind you because he's so damned quiet, and you shiver when that cold blade comes to rest at the nape of your neck, just pressing lightly against your sensitive skin.

To be honest, you're DAMN afraid to turn your head and look behind you. You've always been afraid of clowns, ‘Coulrophobia’ your psych called it, and the Joker, well, he makes himself up like a clown to scare people on purpose. That’s why it took so damn long to convince him to come ‘au natural’ tonight...he’s frightening already, and you had made it very, VERY clear that if he wanted in, he’d either come sans makeup, or he could stay the hell away from you.

However, neither of you had even considered thinking of placing restrictions on ‘toys’, so when you press your face into Harv's shoulder and literally cling to his shirt, simply needing the reassurance that he’s not going to let anything bad happen to you like he promised, you can feel the tension rise in the room.

You hear the Joker licking his lips, running his tongue along the scars along the inside of his cheeks, a habit of his you're almost ashamed to admit is a little kinky, and you hold your breath when you hear Harv give a low threatening growl. You've heard that noise before, and it’s not hard to imagine that every time he's made it, he's killed someone who’s pissed him off.

You can feel his body tensing and his body start to shift when the knife suddenly slides down your neck, around to the front of your body and the flat part of the blade caresses gently down your side, and you don't have even a moment to think before you’re letting out a low breathy moan and unexpectedly arching your back in pleasure.

You open your eyes to see Harv alternating between giving you a confused look and the man behind you one that promises a slow, painful death if he makes one wrong move. Harv's got a temper on him, and you KNOW that if you don't do something fast, there's gonna be one hell of a bloody mess to clean up later.

Taking a slow shaky breath, you reach up, cup your trembling hand against the ruined side of Harv's face and force him to look only at you. "I...I liked it..." you manage to gasp out, shivering slightly as the Joker takes a little initiative and begins trailing the fingertips of his gloved hand against your other side, goosebumps erupting all over your body as a wave of chills moves through you.

For a moment, you can actually see a war waging in his eyes. On one side, the unblemished side, you see Harvey peering out at you, concerned, worried and hesitant, but only for a moment. With a fluidity and swiftness that frightens you, Harvey's suddenly gone, and in his place Harv slowly forms a wolfish grin and chuckles darkly.

"I always knew you were a kinky bitch" he rasps lowly, his face twisting into a horrible parody of a smile before he's kissing you again, and this time he holds you still when you writhe against him as the Joker begins a thorough exploration of your vulnerable, exposed back with the pocket knife he always seems to be playing with.

It's only when your lungs start screaming for air that you're forced to fight against him, clawing at his chest and leaving scarlet nail marks that he relents, allowing you to slump against him, gasping and twitching. You feel the Joker shifting around on the bed behind you, and you moan low in your throat when he reaches forward, places his hands on your shoulders and slowly begins pulling you backwards towards him.

You're surprised and even a little shocked, he's never allowed you to even so much as touch him before, and now he's encouraging you to do just that. Not wanting to make him think that you're ungrateful, you relax and allow him to pull you against him until your back is pressed against his chest, and, feeling a little brave, you tilt your head back and to the side and press your cheek against his shoulder.

At first, unlike Harv, who smells like expensive aftershave, cologne, cigar smoke and gun powder, all you can smell is the residue of the makeup he removed earlier, the lingering, mingled aromas of white face paint, cherry red lipstick and black eyeliner.

However, when you close your eyes, tilt you head up a little higher and inhale deeply with your nose pressed close against his bare skin, only then do you catch the scent of the real him, something reminiscent of an open dirt road in the summer, dry, dusty and earthy, and you like it. If Harv is refined, Joker’s wild, and you’ve always been a fan of contrasts.

'He's gone this far...how far will he let ME go?' you wonder just before you flick out the tip of your tongue and taste him, and another chill runs down your spine when he lets out a surprised laugh.

Opening your eyes you notice that Harv's still grinning at you, and your heart nearly jumps out of your chest when he begins stripping his shirt off, taking his time and undoing each button slowly, and with every inch of skin that he reveals you can feel yourself getting hotter...wetter.

Unlike Joker, who's not about brawn so much as brains, Harv's definitely got the edge in physical strength, and your fingers twitch with the need to run your hands over the newly exposed expanse of smooth lean muscle, but the instant you try to move away from Joker, it's the knife blade suddenly at your throat that stops you, freezes you in place.

AND...that’s all I wrote of it.

I’m such a tease, aren’t I?

#DC comics #Heath Ledger Joker #Two-Face x reader #Joker x reader #Two-Face x Joker x reader

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namesisfortombstones · 6 months

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HALLOWEEN-A-THON 2023

New viewings with an asterisk.

Halloween: The Curse of Michael Myers (theatrical version)

Trilogy of Terror

Meg 2: The Trench*

Dracula and Son

The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

Prom Night (1980)

The Curse of Frankenstein

The Revenge of Frankenstein

The Evil of Frankenstein

Frankenstein Created Woman

Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed

Howling IV: The Original Nightmare

Land of the Minotaur*

Inferno (1980)

The Beyond

Phantasm: RaVager (The For Rory Edition)

A Nightmare on Elm Street (theatrically)

Frankenstein's Bloody Terror

Horror Express

It! (1967)

Suspiria (1977)

Isle of the Dead

From Beyond the Grave

House of Dark Shadows

Dracula, Prince of Darkness

Assignment Terror

Friday the 13th (1980)

Friday the 13th, Part 2 (Uncut)

Friday the 13th, Part III

Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter

Friday the 13th, Part V: A New Beginning

Jason Lives: Friday the 13th, Part VI

Friday the 13th, Part VII: The New Blood (Uncut)

Friday the 13th, Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan

Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday (Extended)

Jason X

Friday the 13th (2009; Rescored)

Abbott & Costello Meet Frankenstein

Phantasm: OblIVion

Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers

The Face of Fu Manchu

House of Frankenstein

The Devil's Own*

Dracula Has Risen from the Grave

Hello Mary Lou: Prom Night II

Halloween (2018; The Back in Shape Edition)

House (1986)

Poltergeist (1982)

The Blob (1988)

The Gorgon

Orca

Exorcist II: The Heretic (longer version)

Horror of Dracula (uncut)

Howling II: Stirba - Werewolf Bitch

Halloween Kills (The This Is How Halloween Ends Edition)

Demons 2: The Nightmare Returns*

All Hallows' Eve*

Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers

Rasputin, the Mad Monk

Beetlejuice (theatrically)

Halloween III: Season of the Witch

Poltergeist III

House of Usher

The Ghost Galleon [of the Blind Dead]

To the Devil a Daughter

Prince of Darkness

Thinner

The Abominable Dr. Phibes

Dr. Phibes Rises Again

The Touch of Melissa

Taste the Blood of Dracula

Scars of Dracula

Howling V: The Rebirth (The Your Girlfriend is a Hungarian Werewolf Edition)

Dracula A.D. 1972

The Skull

Bride of Frankenstein

Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers (Producer's Cut)

Son of Dracula

Goke, Body Snatcher from Hell

The Werewolf vs. the Vampire Woman

The Masque of the Red Death (1964)

Phantasm

The Satanic Rites of Dracula

The City of the Dead

The Devil Rides Out

Halloween (Extended Version)

Halloween II (Theatrical Version)

Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man

Curse of the Demon (British Version)

Burn, Witch, Burn

Matthew Hopkins, Witchfinder General

The Crimson Cult

Silver Bullet

The Wolf Man (1941)

Carnival of Souls (1962)

Black Sabbath

Night of the Living Dead (1968)

Halloween II (TV Version)

#Halloween #horror #movies #October #marathon #Samhain

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omg I just remembered I am DYING to know your opinions on Malignant. (if you have seen it??) anyways I thought it was hilarious and could not stop laughing the whole way thru, but I like…. still can’t tell if it was SUPPOSED to be funny or not lmaooo

MAN... MALIGNANT.... ive got mixed as hell opinions tbh

SPOILERS AHEAD BTW ⚠⚠⚠

I fully think its intended to be hilarious or at least it is VERY much a love letter to older, cheesy slasher movies. Its a slasher!! They are very cheesy. This is up there with like, the friday 13th sequels (which admittedly are some of my only reference. rip) theres no way they filmmakers put in the scene where he throws a fucking chair across a giant room and it explodes in contact with someone and didnt expect people to laugh at it. Also, there's the Very Obvious Lore Dump Guy, among other things. Theres a lot of little bits that rly make you think 'oh yeah this has classic cheesy movie vibes' and i respect them for sticking witht hat

for some reason the intro cutscene (the best part of the movie, to me) has a song by celldweller that is NOT credited in the soundtrack??? (it's 'when your walls fall' btw. went crazy trying to find it back in the day when the movie had just come out)

I THOUGHT THE CONCEPTS IN THE MOVIE HAD SO MUCH MORE POTENTIAL THAN WHAT THEY PULLED OFF... Though i forgot a lot of it x) I dont remember a whole lot of the movie itself, While i was watching the first time i was actually thinking super hard like ough... wouldnt it be so fucking creepy if Gabriel could actually manipulate electricity or whatever (like they implied at the beginning??) and couldnt speak so he communicated through the radios instead and was more like a ghost than just siamese'd I distinctly remember there being differences in the english and spanish versions, the english one actually came across more serious, but the spanish dub was full of goofs, and even in the scene where gabriel drops from like a 3rd floor fleeing from the detective, i dont remember what the english one says but in spanish the guy says the equivalent of "you have GOT to be fucking me..." and it was just hilarious

So yeah uhh. in terms of scare? maybe a 5/10. had some spooks. In terms of fun? I'd give it a solid 7/10 :]

The poster slaps super hard though that's a 10/10. They should have kept this one bc its so freaky

#ask #honestly i might be dumb as hell but it took me almost to the end of the movie to realize thats why it was called malignant #bc malignant tumor... and i went ooooooooooohhhhh it makes sense now #i wish i could be more in depth but i actually forgor like half of the movie i just remember some funnies mostly #i had like honest to god plot thoughts that were super cool #malignant spoilers #i guess??#uhhhhhhhhh man i should make a tag for talking about movies or something

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Friday The 13th Game map concept:Camp Hell

Savini Jason deserved a map of his own. so my suggestion is Camp Crystal Lake, but in hell

Like in the picture suggests, the camp is literally Crystal Lake in Hell.

The lake is on fire

Sulfer in the air and the woods on fire

The cabins are charred, the windows are burned down and the doors are broken

Replace the trees with spikes

Replace Pamela’s shrine with Satan’s throne with Satan impaled while holding Pamela’s head

There is no escape. Phones do not work and the vehicles are all burned down.

Jason kills you over and over again have to survive below a certain number of deaths I mean it's hell I'd think Jason gets to keep killing them over and over and over and over and they just keep getting back up more and more torn up like the mechanic can be like you must have x amount of your body(soul) intact to ascends to Heaven when times up

Imagine the match starting normally, up until the moment Savini would murk Rob Dier. Instead of the kill when he grabs him by the throat, he teleports everything, map and counselors down to hell. A version of Crystal Lake/Packinack/Higgins Haven/Pinehurst/Jarvis House with a Dante's Inferno look to it. Reskin on weapons, crafting parts, and more blood. If you survive with limited deaths, your soul ascends to heaven.

#Friday The 13th #Friday The 13th Game #Jason Voorhees #Savini Jason #Adam Palomino #AJ Mason #Buggzy Wilson #Chad Kensington #Deborah Kim #Jenny Myers #Kenny Riedell #Tiffany Cox #Vanessa Jones #Mitch Floyd #Victoria Sterling #Tommy Jarvis

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themovieblogonline · 7 months

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#Fridaythe13th #Horror #Scream #slasher

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nonbinaryhatboxghost · 8 months

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Spooky Season Favorites

It's September, I'm in a good mood, and I haven't made a list in a minute so here ya go:

-The Addams Family/Addams Family Values (Values is the better movie but the first one is also lovely, definitely watch the version that puts the full Mamushka musical number back in)

-The Adventures of Ichabod and Mr. Toad (specifically the Legend of Sleepy Hollow portion)

-Alien: Covenant (yes, original Alien is a classic/better movie, but this one is so specifically gothic and extra, hence its placement here)

-Annabelle Comes Home (it's such a fun time)

-The Bride of Frankenstein (one of my all-time favorites, the ultimate Universal Horror/Monster movie)

-The Cabin in the Woods (pretty much can never go wrong with this one)

-The Changeling (legit classic, definitely on the gloomier side with its grieving lead, but still a fun watch with a group)

-Christine (it's an evil car, it's a John Carpenter movie, you'll have a good time)

-Coraline (this is tumblr, you know this movie's great)

-Creepshow (Stephen King and George Romero make an anthology horror movie, what more do you need to know?)

-Crimson Peak (one of del Toro's most underrated movies)

-Doctor Sleep (Director's Cut only, an amazing achievement, highly recommended for King fans that don't love the Kubrick movie)

-Dracula (1979 version, my personal favorite Dracula adaptation)

-Faust (the F.W. Murnau silent movie, specifically the version scored by Timothy Brock if you can find it)

-The Fog (one of my favorite John Carpenter movies, honestly weirdly relaxing)

-Freaky (Christopher Landon's run from Happy Death Day through this and also We Have a Ghost is just non-stop home runs)

-Friday the 13th Part 2/Part VI: Jason Lives (Part 2 is the ideal old-school slasher, Jason Lives is an early self-aware comic slasher. both are great.)

-Goosebumps (the first Jack Black movie is a fun kid-friendly movie, I enjoyed it)

-The Guest (pushing it, but it is set around Halloween and it also rules)

-Halloween (both the original and the 2018 entry. Kills and Ends are not good but they're fun goofy watches)

-Halloween III: Season of the Witch (an iconic weird movie, has nothing to do with Myers, see it just to see what you think)

-Happy Death Day/Happy Death Day 2U (see above re Landon)

-Hellboy (both del Toro movies rule, but this one is far more of an autumn watch)

-The House with a Clock in Its Walls (a delightful gateway horror movie, underrated as hell)

-In the Mouth of Madness (Sam Neill in a John Carpenter movie that mashes up the sensibilities of Stephen King and H.P. Lovecraft, an awesome movie)

-The Innocents (an incredible adaptation of The Turn of the Screw, super atmospheric and unsettling)

-Jennifer's Body (you're on tumblr, you know why this is here. unrated version, preferably.)

-Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (it's a dinosaur haunted house movie and it rocks)

-Last Night in Soho (Edgar Wright made a horror movie, so yeah I love it)

-Malignant (James Wan's masterpiece?)

-The Mist (grim but amazing, black and white version only)

-Mockingbird Lane (Bryan Fuller's version of The Munsters, possibly the best pilot I've ever seen, truly a crime that it wasn't picked up)

-The Mummy (1999 version, of course)

-Nightbreed (Clive Barker's X-Men, essentially. director's cut only.)

-The Nightmare Before Christmas (again, you're on tumblr)

-A Nightmare on Elm Street (specifically any of the first three or Wes Craven's New Nightmare, which is my favorite Wes Craven movie)

-Oculus (it's an early Mike Flanagan movie, so it's the usual quality work but slightly meaner)

-Ouija: Origin of Evil (another Flanagan movie, made in the style of gateway horror from the '80s, a very good time)

-Over the Garden Wall (it's perfect)

-ParaNorman (another instant classic from Laika)

-Poltergeist (Spielberg and Hooper make a horror classic, it still scares me)

-Psycho (it's another classic I love)

-Return to Oz (if you have never watched this low-key insane miracle of a movie, do it with no research done beforehand, you'll thank me)

-Salem's Lot (the original 1979 miniseries, a little dated and slow-paced, but if you're cool with that, some iconic stuff in this)

-Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (I am very very fond of this one, and I did not read the books as a kid. came out the same year as It: Chapter Two and was superior to it in almost every regard.)

-Scream (any of them are a good choice for different reasons. except maybe 3, I've never been able to enjoy watching that one)

-Sleepy Hollow (Burton's movie is a perfect Halloween movie, a goth/emo/angsty queer kid classic)

-The Thing (the Carpenter version, yet another stone cold classic)

-Tragedy Girls (a very fun dark comedy)

-Us (I'm still surprised to hear there are folks that don't like this one, but it's so off-putting and fairy-tale-esque, I love it)

-Van Helsing (the worthy B-side to the 1999 Mummy, underrated)

-Werewolves Within (a fun murder mystery and a surprisingly sweet movie)

-10 Cloverfield Lane (yeah I'm running out of variations on "I love this movie", so yeah it's here and I love this movie)

#halloween #spooky

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A match I finally got to help out with!

This was a match I was waiting for the longest time. How long? Ignoring the concept of just wanting them to meet up before the existence of Death Battle, one of my first posts on Twitter (despite having it for years) was a picture of Jason Vs Myers back in 2017. Five years waiting. And not only do I get to finally do it, I get to research Jason Voorheese like I always wanted to. Glad to have done the research for him.

For this one, I got to look at all the movies for him as well as all the comics and books I can get my hands on. For comics, my usual sources hooked me up but sadly for the Novels they were trickier. I only took a handful of Jason X Novel excerpts I can find via Respect Threads. But luckily for me I hit the paydirt thanks to Archives.org. They happen to have PDF Files of Friday the 13th Series of Books.

These include such tales as Church of the Divine Psychopath (where psychos worshiped him), Hell Lake (where he unintentionally leads an army out of Hell), Hate-Kill-Repeat (where two idiots think they can team up with Jason), The Jason Strain (the Condemned but replace Stonecold with Jason) and Carnival of Maniacs (where his dear old mother comes in to rescue him). These would have been expensive to buy and took forever to listen via a Read-A-Long on youtube so thank you Archive.Org for uploading them.

List of things Jason has fought: Demons ala Satan Six, Leatherface and his Brother, Freddy Kreuger and Ash Williams, the Cast of Mortal Kombat X, a TELEKINETIC TEENAGER!, military forces, a militia group specifically made to go against him, a Nazi, Space Marines, and himself as a Cybernetic Uber Jason. Myers got slim pickings in comparison, as even the Ash Williams he fought was nerfed by the Entity bringing him to the world of Dead by Daylight.

Speaking of Dead by Daylight, according to the Lore, Micheal Myers basically just showed up and continued doing his thing. Sinc the gameplay is Killer Vs Survivors, he can’t cross scale to the other killers in the game like Pinhead or Nemesis. His other major appearance in a video game? Call of Duty where he only uses an ax for some reason. He pales in comparison to Jason when it comes to Crossover content.

I do not think Jason fully scales to Jason X (what I call Uber Jason), but the fight was such a mess it showed that he can put up a fight even with the limited bit of flesh he had. He even stabbed through the Metal Arm of Jason X, something he could do in the movie since he can stab through the metal when attempting to kill Sgt. Brodski.

Jason Vs Myers have fought each other before unofficially. Besides Terrordrome, there are numerous Live Action takes on Jason Vs Myers. One of these films is called Evil Emerges and there’s a stop motion film using their figures. Not to mention analysis and even a fan song for the fight. Let’s face it, everyone wanted to see this match.

Jason’s origins have not been fully revealed. While you know the basics, why he came back was never explained. Besides notes saying he survived the initial drownings, there are two main sources for why he came back as an unstoppable monster despite being human (until Jason Lives). In Part 9, they showed the Necronomica with no real major note about how it worked for Jason. In the comics, it was a Curse on the lands when Prospectors attacked indingeous people and created the idea of the land being a Death Curse.

And some of my ideas were used in this Death Battle. The Crew disappearing, Jason taking the Myers Pin and then disappearing, those were mine. One more match remains from my end. And unless something changes, it’ll be the finale of this season. So wait till then to find out who that is.

#research bin

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