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visceravalentines · 1 year

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H-O-M-E

Michael Myers x GN!Reader

A very soft and fluffy exchange wherein Michael tries to express to you his appreciation for you taking him in by showing you some old haunts. In short, Michael knows how to spell even if he's not great at communicating his feelings. No CWs, just a mass murderer having a rare moment of emotional depth.

The weeks following Halloween were hard for him.

He was like a marathon runner. Training all year, building up the anticipation for the main event, and then it came and went and it was glorious, but it was over, and he was depleted and depressed.

There were ways to cope, of course. Your Halloween decorations stayed up well into November, until the snow was here to stay. You kept a stash of candy out of the reach of trick-or-treaters for his consumption—if you were lucky, it would last until Thanksgiving. You tended the wounds he incurred and made sure he was comfortable.

You had learned, over time, how to balance being there for him and giving him his space. Michael was often distant in the days leading up to the holiday, barely home, spending most of his time on the prowl. He was distant afterwards too, but in a different way, a lonelier way. He laid low, stayed inside, and sulked.

And yet sometimes he would appear and approach you without preamble and demand physical comfort. This was such a monumental milestone that when he laid across your lap or pushed himself between you and whatever you were doing, you immediately rewarded him with kisses and caresses and whatever else he wanted.

He slept the most he ever did in that first bleak week of November. It exhausted him to be inexorable like that. Unlike every other day of the year, in that first week, you were up before he was. And this was a rare gift—to see him at peace or something like it, his curls disheveled, his breathing soft and even. He was angelic, his features sculpted with care by some cruel artist who had made him beautiful and left him hollow inside.

Damn you, but your heart ached when you looked at him.

Today, you decided to make pancakes. Chocolate chip ones, of course, and he would smother them in both syrup and powdered sugar. You made coffee for yourself and hot chocolate for him, left it on the stove to keep it warm until he woke. You lit a fire. The fireplace was real, the log was fake, but the ambiance was all that mattered. It was cold outside and damp.

When he padded downstairs, he lingered in the kitchen doorway for just a moment, taking in the smells of sugar and coffee and the pumpkin candle burning on the counter. You smiled and bid him good morning, and he responded with a blink before turning away to take a seat at the table.

“Wait,” you said gently.

Michael turned back to you.

“Here.” You poured the hot chocolate into a mug and handed it to him. He could barely fit three fingers through the handle. He took it with him to his seat, gazing out the window at the rattling leaves.

He made short work of the pancakes and dutifully cleared his place, then settled in on the couch near the fireplace and stared into the flames. He seemed to be turning something over and over in his head, thinking bottomless thoughts. He didn’t look up as you approached, but he lifted his arm from his side in a beckoning gesture and when you went to sit beside him, he caught your elbow and directed you into his lap instead.

“Are you sure?” you said even as you complied. He had sustained a nasty puncture wound to the abdomen from a broken chair leg and you didn’t want to hurt him.

Michael scoffed and wrapped his arms around you, nestling his head into the hollow of your shoulder, angling his face so he could keep watching the fire. You looped an arm behind him and teased the baby hairs at the back of his neck. The wind coughed in the chimney, stoked the flames, tapped the fingers of trees on the window.

After a while, he took hold of your wrist in a firm but gentle grasp and urged your hand open. With one finger, he traced letters on your palm: W-A-L-K.

You furrowed your brow. “A walk? Right now?” It was frigid, and it was broad daylight, and it was November 6.

He looked at you, unblinking.

“Okay…okay.” Maybe it would be good for him to get out of the house.

You bundled up in layers. Michael donned a hoodie. The instant you stepped outside the wind snatched the air from your lungs. You shrugged into your coat like a turtle, shot him a skeptical sidelong glance. He saw it, ignored it, took your hand and led you to the sidewalk.

Normally your walks together were aimless, but this time he seemed to have a goal in mind. He led you down the street with intention, past deflated yard decorations and darkened jack-o-lanterns and dozens of Christmas wreaths. The happier holidays came early in Haddonfield.

He stopped in front of a house, nondescript, yard fenced in. You looked at him quizzically.

His grip shifted from your hand to your wrist and again, he wrote on your palm. D-O-G. A-T-E.

Bewildered, you stared at him. “You…what? When?”

Expressionless, he stared back at you for almost a minute before writing P-A-S-T.

You were confused and a bit unsettled. “Okay…why are you telling me this?”

Michael blinked. He took hold of your hand again and led you on down the street, limping slightly on a twisted ankle. Any fears you had of someone recognizing his shape were unfounded. No one was out on a day like today.

A block away, he led you down a blind alley between houses. It felt like trespassing, a concept meaningless to him if not to you. There was a shed at the back, a rickety thing that leaned heavily on the nearby wall for support.

S-L-E-E-P, he wrote.

You frowned. “Sleep?”

P-A-S-T.

You regarded the shed, trying to puzzle out what he meant. “You…you slept here.”

An almost imperceptible nod.

The floor was concrete and littered with dead leaves. There was no door, and damp from last night’s rain had seeped far inside. It was a despondent little place. He would barely fit inside it. The thought of him curled up on the ground, bloodsoaked, using his arm as a pillow was a miserable one.

It started drizzling as he led you back down the alley. He pulled up his hood and you squeezed his hand, hoping he would turn towards home. He didn’t.

Michael led you through the neighborhood, pointing out landmarks, places he had slept or hidden. At one point he indicated a faint but unmistakable trail of weathered bloodstains down the driveway of a house that had boasted a for sale sign in the front yard for over a year.

“Was that you?” you asked.

He stared.

“Is it yours?”

A nod.

Inevitably, you came to the empty shell of the Myers house. You let go of his hand as you approached, stopped a few sidewalk squares behind him. This was not a place you shared. This belonged to him, or perhaps he belonged to it. He squared up to the front walk, taking it in as the rain picked up in strength. You tucked your icy fingers into your pocket and watched him.

When he turned his head at last to look at you, his eyes were full of something so dark that you almost mistook them as empty. He reached out for your hand. You gave it to him immediately in spite of your apprehension.

H-O-M-E, he spelled, and then did it again.

You smiled at him, a sad, slight expression. “I know.”

He looked back at the house, breathed a quiet sigh through his nose, and turned to walk back the way you had come. Relief flooded your shivering body. As his childhood home faded into the neighborhood behind you, he slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. He was incredibly warm and you were grateful.

You thought about the things he had shown you. You imagined him skinny, starving, tending his own wounds in weather like this. You wondered how many mornings he had woken up on the ground with frost on his coveralls and an ache in his bones.

You knew the time before he met you was all slaughter and survival. You knew, of course, that he was resilient and resourceful. But it was one thing to know, and it was another to feel the sting of the rain, to see the places he had crept and crouched in.

When you reached home again at last, he stopped in front of the door and looked down at you. He took your hand one more time. Even his fingers were cold by now.

E-A-T, he traced. S-L-E-E-P. H-O-M-E.

You gazed up into his face, that eternally impassive expression. He never demonstrated anything like gratitude. His emotional range was stunted, and you weren’t sure he understood the concept. In all things, he would get what he wanted—most of the time, you just happened to give it to him before he had a need to take it.

But this…this felt like acknowledgment of the things you offered him. The meals, the medical care, the softness and gentleness denied to him everywhere else.

“This is home,” you confirmed.

His eyes captured yours and wouldn’t let go. Y-O-U.

The bite of the wind softened. A smile played at the corner of your mouth.

Y-O-U. Y-O-U.

You brought his hand to your lips and kissed his split knuckles. “I understand.”

The intensity of his stare was electrifying, sent a spark burrowing into your chest where it flared and burned. Damn you, but your heart ached when you looked at him. You resolved then and there, not for the first time and likely not for the last, that he wouldn’t want for anything ever again.

“Let’s go inside and get warm?”

He opened the door, let you go in first, and then followed after you into the golden haze of candles and blankets and chocolate chip pancakes.

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sunkendreams · 4 months

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 7 months

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Headcannon: Planning Abbott's Halloween Dance with Gregory Eddie

Replaces half the candy with mini mouthwash and floss.

As much as you also care about the oral health of your students, it IS Halloween. What's Halloween without candy?

"There's still candy there."

*cameras pan to two lollipops and peppermints sitting center in otherwise empty space and back to Gregory's lying face*

You refill the candy with fun-sized chocolates and Starbursts.

Gregory silently takes it upon himself to hang the slightly higher decorations since he is very tall.

The staff, including you, tries everything to scare him. NOTHING scares him.

Casually mentions the abnormally higher number of dental decay and cavities immediately after Halloween in a "random" rant about his appreciation of floss and mouthwash.

*cameras pan to his face and yours*

When the two of you finally pull it all together, the students are having a great time and dancing to Ava's playlist.

You look at Gregory, and he mildly panics, looking away and back quickly, suddenly shifting on his feet and fidgeting.

"You wanna.. uh.." He gestures to the dance floor.

He knows all the latest dances and is popular with the kids who dance around him.

"Put THIS on your tiktok."

He doesn't eat the food, but drinks the party punch.

Finally gets scared and finches, but it's by a parent's regular appearance. She always wears a mask for covid. He didn't expect her face to look that way.

Smiles to not offend her, but stares wide-eyed at the camera when she leaves.

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streamingcolors-gvf · 2 years

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No Trespassing

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: it was a chilly, October night when Sam dragged you along for one of his impulsive plans for the two of you. With the idea of actually scaring you backfired, you found yourself in a position of questioning your friendship with himm… you just weren’t sure what was more terrifying.

Word count: 8.2k

A/N : Thank you everyone for being so patient, and we apologize for the third update of this series taking an extra week.

This is my first time writing a Sam fic, so bear with us! Again, this is a collab with Allie - @ageofnations , so don’t forget to send feedback, love and support her way! Hopefully you guys enjoy this one ❤️

Warnings: cursing, mentions of the paranormal, sexually explicit content/ 18+ MINORS DNI!! (unprotected penetrative sex, car sex, bratty dom!Sam, fingering, orgasm denial, slight choking, dirty talk/praise and maybe a little degradation)

The crunching of dried leaves scattered along the ground beneath your feet was the only sound as you followed behind Sam, guided by the glow of moonlight that had filtered through the trees and the beam of light from his flashlight. The chill of the October night air whipped through your sweatshirt, and you hugged yourself for the extra warmth.

You watched yourself put one foot in front of the other, hoping that if you focused on the movement, you wouldn’t turn around and run for home. Hoping that you wouldn’t think too much about what you and your best friend were about to do.

He stopped abruptly, causing you to bump into his back. You were obstructed by a tall, chain-link fence, one that you probably would’ve noticed a while ago if you had been paying attention, towering in front of you. A white metal sign hung from the wire with bold red lettering, reading “NO TRESPASSING” as if it were your one and final warning. A sense of dread fell over you as your eyes fixated on the abrasive print. Uneasiness was an understatement to what you were feeling. You hated breaking the rules, and you were kicking yourself for agreeing to such a hare-brained idea in the first place.

“Sam…”

Of course he ignored you, like always. He held onto the fencing, testing its stability by slotting his foot into an opening of a link in the fence and gave a few experimental bounces. You tried again.

“I don’t think-“

“Would you stop worrying? Here.” Sam handed the flashlight to you, cutting you off. He looped his fingers around the fencing and lifted himself up. Before you knew it, he reached the top, swung his legs over the edge, and jumped, landing with a soft thud on his feet. He turned, giving you a shit-eating grin from the other side.

You rocked back on your heels, anxious about what you were going to do next. The whole thing felt like a mistake you would have been pressured into doing as a reckless, naive kid.

“This is so stupid. I can’t believe we are doing this,” you groaned in protest. Even though everything was telling you to turn back around and head towards the car, you felt compelled to take a step further.

“Oh come on, Don’t be a pussy now.” He waved his hand, gesturing for you to toss the flashlight over the top. You threw it over, but underestimated the distance when it fell a few feet in front of him. He picked it up out of the tall grass, but not without shooting you a death glare.

You wrapped your fingers around the chain links above your head, mimicking the same thing Sam had done a minute prior, and pulled yourself up. As you scaled the fence, the toes of your shoes threatened to slip from their position, and the thin metal wiring pressed into the bends of your fingers, sending a searing pain into the flesh.

“I swear, if I get arrested for trespassing, I’m going to…fucking… kill you,” you huffed between heavy breaths as you reached the top.

“You’d miss my pretty face too much to do that” Sam quipped back, looking up at you while illuminating the fence with his flashlight.

“I think you overestimate my affection for you.” You swung your legs over, facing back the way you came as you crawled down the other side. As if the universe wanted to throw a wrench in the feat you were attempting, you missed a proper hold for your foot, slipping down faster than you anticipated.

Thankfully, Sam had caught you, fumbling and dropping the flashlight on the ground, but managed to secure his hands under the swell of your ass to keep you from falling.

“You got it?”

You huffed an exasperated sigh at his question, mostly from the embarrassment of slipping and falling. “You can let go of my ass now, Sam.”

In an instant, his hands pulled away from you, and he cleared his throat to mask his own embarrassment, resorting to his normal insults to deflect. “Just making sure you don’t fall on it from being such a fucking clutz.”

“Whatever you want to tell yourself.” You hopped down once there were only a few feet from you and the ground, landing in the same manner as Sam, dusting yourself off as you attempted to prepare yourself for whatever came next. “Now let’s get this over with.”

Since you were a teenager, there had never been a year where you didn’t go to a haunted house. As scary as it was, you had always found it entertaining to see the theatrics that went behind each of the productions. Actors and actresses doing whatever they could to get a scare out of you, the realism behind the gory prosthetics and makeup, the talent it took to make it all fit seamlessly together. However, once you told Sam about your tradition, he insisted that you switch it up a bit.

Swap the acting with something real.

There were stories about this place. Once a beautiful house, home to a well-known, successful family, now the setting of various scary stories. A place that was sworn to be actually haunted by the inhabitants that once resided.

You tried to get out of it, but like most things, you were roped into the activity. Only there because Sam insisted you come with.

You approached the house, well, what was left of the abandoned house. Wooden boards lining the porch were warped and lifted. You started to worry that your foot would fall through from how dry-rotted it had become. It felt ominous, looking into the black holes of smashed-in windows.

It didn’t appear that Sam felt the same way with how he waltzed right up the stairs without a second thought, leaving you standing in your place, taking in the sight in front of you.

It really was beautiful in a way. You could imagine a family spending their summer days on this porch once upon a time, kids running around the yard, parents sitting and keeping an eye on them. You could imagine the paint that had once been vibrant on the outside drawing the attention of those that passed by. Maybe even see the children peering out the windows on snow days, watching the fluffy flakes fall, and hoping it all sticks to the frost-covered ground.

Each of those memories, fictional or not, was now covered by the dust and dirt of time. Worn and weathered into a much less inviting atmosphere. But you took the bait nonetheless.

You walked in, each cautious step of your foot making the floorboards groan as your weight shifted over them. Heavy dust motes hung suspended in the thick, stagnant air as the flashlight scanned the room.

Broken, overturned furniture and forgotten, random household items littered the floor around you. Layers of paint have peeled away in scraggly tendrils from the walls and ceilings. Spiderwebs clung to fixtures, and layers dust covered everything in a heavy blanket from the years of abandonment. The stairs leading up to the second floor had spots where holes had busted through the structure. There was nothing that could convince you to walk up to them, no matter how hard Sam might try.

You stayed right behind him, practically breathing down his neck as he moved through the decaying space. Mostly because you couldn’t see a damn thing without his light source, and you weren’t risking tripping in a place like this.

“Are you scared?” He teased, turning slightly to face you.

“Of what?”

”Scared of seeing a ghost?” He was taunting you in that ridiculous cartoonish spooky voice, and you would’ve pushed him if it didn’t mean you’d be distancing yourself from the light.

Instead, you scoffed at the thought. “You know what I’m actually scared of? The very real chance of getting tetanus, Samuel. This has to be your dumbest idea yet.”

As you entered another room, you immediately noted the crudely drawn design that you guessed was a pentagram adorning the floor in red spray paint. You spotted piles of empty beer cans, trash from food containers, torn condom wrappers, and crumpled cigarette packs in the debris scattered across the floor.

“I guess the local teenagers found their new hang-out spot.”

“I think they might have had the right idea.” Sam pointed the light down, studying and laughing at the painting, kicking over an empty beer bottle with his foot. “I can lay you down on this beautiful, dust-covered floor and set the mood just right. What’d ya say?”

“Ew!” You shoved his arm, making his laughing increase in volume. “You’re fucking gross. You know that?”

“Oh come on.” He flicked his wrist up, shining the flashlight directly at you. You tried your best to shield your eyes with your hand from the harsh light blinding you. “You can pull that stick out of your ass sometimes. I know it’s difficult for you, Y/N. Live a little!”

“And die from the black mold inhalation and asbestos that’s probably in here and god knows what. All that for some average, mediocre dick? I don’t think so, Sammy boy.”

“Ouch! I’m offended!” He clutched his chest in faux offense as he knocked into your shoulder to exit the room. But, the sudden creaking of floorboards coming from the second level made you both freeze in place.

You listened, holding your breath, as the sounds carried from one end of the house to the other. What the fuck was that?

You stayed deathly quiet, listening closely for the noise to repeat itself. The house stayed silent, eerily silent with the both of you staring at each other. When the sound didn’t occur again, you were already quick to be the skeptic, prepared to disprove any theory of something supernatural happening here.

Sam, however, seemed to change his demeanor completely, immediately convinced that whatever had made the noise was something to be afraid of.

“Alright,” he finally spoke up. “Let’s go.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, still frozen and rigid. “Go?”

“Yeah, Y/N. I’m getting tired. I think we should go.”

His eagerness to suddenly leave made you giggle to yourself, forgetting about your previous nerves. You grabbed his wrist before he could turn to leave the way you came. “Wait, wait. Things are finally getting interesting.”

“Interesting?” His eyes were wide as his whispering got louder with each word spoken. “You think that is interesting? You have no idea what that could be-”

He was cut off by another sound that sounded like scratching against the floorboards above you. Directly above you.

You watched as his eyes rose to the ceiling and then dropped back to you, wider than they were before. Even in the dark, you could tell that all color had drained from his face. You huffed another laugh at his shift in confidence. “Sam, I’m sure it’s just raccoons or something.”

“Is that supposed to be some joke? A prank or something?”

“This was your idea! I’m sure it’s fine,” you tried to reassure. “The house is old, it’s windy outside, it’s nothing!”

But just as you finished the sentence, you heard another deep groan come from another section of the house, just a room over from you both. The room you were about to enter just moments before. Your best friend’s face was straight, deadpan as he looked at you with clear annoyance. And as if you hadn’t been holding onto his wrist, he resumed his previous task of leaving the house in a hurry.

“Sam, wait!” You called after him.

It was a wonder how fast his legs allowed him to travel. You noticed his pace wasn’t much faster than normal, but you still had to take two steps for each of his strides.

He didn’t chance a look back at you, but with each small shift of leaves or calling of the night birds, he snapped his neck to investigate the noise before returning his gaze to the stream of light in front of him.

“You’re not scared, are you, Sammy?” You teased further, chuckling at the very obvious tunnel vision he was experiencing right now.

“No,” he said defensively. “I’m just tired, and I want to go home.”

“Yeah, right. If you were that tired, you would’ve asked me to drive. You’re scared.” By now, your laughter was causing difficulties in your trek back to his car. You were practically bent over, clutching your aching stomach as you gasped for air. You hadn’t realized you were at the fence from earlier until you came back up for air, seeing Sam’s frowning face staring right back at you. On the other side.

“How the fuck did you get over there so fast?” You asked incredulously, humor still evident in your tone.

“Maybe if you weren’t being so obnoxious, you’d be able to keep up,” he complained, flicking his hand that held the flashlight. “Now hurry, I’d really like to get to sleep at a decent time tonight.”

You couldn’t suppress your giggle as you made your way up the fence for the second time tonight. “Since when did you care so much about getting a full night’s rest?”

Your only response was an eye roll from him, but you counted that as a win.

You were almost disappointed that you could see the car in the distance. Watching Sam stomp the path to get to the vehicle, a slight pout and look of distaste on his features, had become quite amusing to you. All along, it had been his idea to come to this place, and you were a little anxious that you wouldn’t have as good of a time as he would. However, you kept thinking about how the roles had reversed as the night progressed, and the irony of that made your laughter worsen.

“Would you hurry up?” He hissed as quietly as his frustrations would allow him. “I know it’s dark, but can you please walk a little faster?”

“If you just admitted that you’re scared, maybe I’d consider it,” you giggled. “It’s really not that big of a- agh!”

In a moment, he had reached behind himself and grabbed onto your wrist, yanking you towards him so you could catch up. Essentially, he was dragging you along with him at the pace that he set. You were lucky that your stumbling feet could catch up.

“Sam!” You called to him, hoping that your chastising would go far enough to make him loosen his grip. Although, did you really mind the sweet, dull burn of his fingers around your wrist, bruising the skin?

“Quiet down, Y/N. Thanks to you, we actually will get arrested for being out here.”

But you both knew that was a lie. You had been talking loud, but you were far enough into the woods that no one would dare seek out you and whatever you were discussing. Besides, you were essentially at the car anyway.

“You’re just scared that whatever’s living in that house is gonna come for us. Are you really that scared, Sammy?”

“Christ, you are so annoying!”

In a blink, you felt your body being whirled around, your back colliding with what felt like cool metal, a loud thud resounding from the impact. Of course, the wind had been knocked from your lungs, and you groaned from the slight pain of it all, but upon opening your eyes, the shaky breath you tried to inhale was caught in your chest.

You were pressed against the side of the car, the cold surface sending shivers up your spine and reassuring you of the season’s welcome. Sammy’s hand was still wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. Yet he was so, so much closer now.

His chest was flush with yours, sternum heaving with a rapid pace of breathing, visibly frustrated with your act. With the moonlight serving as the only light source, you couldn’t see much, but you were sure that his pupils were wider, dilated in some way you couldn’t quite piece.

But when he looked at you, he saw intrigue. He saw how your cheeks seemed to turn a shade pinker. He saw how you shook from the proximity. He saw you.

“Oh? You’re into this, aren’t you?” There was a heated tone in his words, however, a sense of hesitance still remained. He was goading, trying to see what reaction he could get out of you. If he could continue treading on the limits of your friendship. “That’s why you’ve been acting like a fucking brat all night.”

“Sammy…” You warned him, having to turn your head to hide the flustered expression that you were ridden with. It was dark, but with the intense burn of your skin, it seemed as if he’d be able to see your blushing cheeks from a mile away.

“Look at me, baby.” The pet name itself would’ve been enough to make you listen to him, but when you felt him grab your chin and gently tug on it to meet your eyes, you couldn’t believe the effect he had on you.

Sam tilted his head in observation, paying close attention to your pursed lips and wide eyes. “My sweet, innocent Y/N likes getting thrown around? Roughed up a bit?”

Usually, you would’ve ached to slap the cocky smirk right off of his face. But now, as you listened to his teasing, you relished in the attention he was giving you.

What was wrong with you?

Even while under the influence, things had always been strictly platonic. You’d never looked at your best friend this way, and you had never felt this way around him. There had been no ‘close calls’ with you two; the parameters of where you stood remained. He never dared to touch or talk to you like he was now. So close you swore you could hear his heartbeat over your own.

He was pressing into you, leaning in a touch closer than he had been at the beginning of all of this. His hand had released your chin, but his fingers had begun to comb through and fiddle with a lock of your hair. The featherlight brushes led to very obvious goosebumps along your neck, something that he chuckled in amusement from.

You could kiss him right now.

With how close he was, you could throw away all inhibition and close the space between you. You could explore the mouth that had driven you insane with annoying banter and quips all night. The mouth that belonged to your best friend. He was your best friend. You had to stop this.

“What are you doing? What are we doing?” You couldn’t stop the anxiety bubbling inside of you. Sure, you had been itching to get a reaction out of him with your teasing and joking, but you had no idea it would progress to this. This wasn’t a response you had ever seen before tonight, and you hated how much you loved it.

Of course, Sam shrugged as if it were no big deal. “Whatever you want to do.”

Choices. Decisions to make, boundaries to cross. An endless vat of possibility. He knew better than to leave it up to you, but watching you visibly flip through each of your thoughts was much too entertaining to him. However, just to twist the knife of your torturous wound, he continued.

“You want this, don’t you?” He sneered, his nose crinkling ever so slightly with the mischievous grin on his lips. “I mean, I can let it go, act like this didn’t happen if that’s what you want. But personally-” He paused, always one for a dramatic flair. Bringing you to the edge of your seat, making you wait for what comes next. Loving the way your breath hitched as you listened for the rest of his sentence. “-I’m thinking about bending you over the hood of this fucking car.”

God, you were losing. You were losing your composure. Your willpower. Your balance. His words and tone made your knees buckle, your body quivering at the lovely image he had placed in your mind. You let your head loll a bit, resting it against his chest to bury yourself from the embarrassment creeping in. It was very obvious that he was ahead in whatever game this was, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

“Yeah? Doesn’t it sound lovely?” He questioned, his hand grabbing your hip to keep you upright, pressing you that much more into the car behind you. Your agreement was muffled into his chest, prompting him to grab ahold of your chin. This time, he was much more gentle to lift your face, but his hungry expression of desire never changed.

“Do I make you nervous, Y/N?” His hand fell from your face, now trailing a finger down your chest and stomach. He didn’t dare break eye contact with you, instead choosing to pay attention to each and every shift in body language from you. How you froze, trying to hide your squirming under his touch. How you stopped blinking as you felt his hand travel lower and lower. How your mouth opened just a touch more when he hooked his finger in one of the belt loops of your jeans. “You act like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You wanted to laugh at his joke, knowing it was an allusion to your previous banter with him, but you couldn’t. It seemed impossible to make light of a situation that was so heavy. You could taste the lust dripping from his lips as if it were some sweet, addicting syrup. But there was so much more to consider.

What were his expectations? What if things fell apart to the point you were no longer able to be friends with him? What if he wanted more than just this? Something you couldn’t give him?

“Sam…” You put your hands over his that tugged your hips towards him, the only action you were capable of that would show him how flustered you were feeling. “What happens if we do this?”

It was a silly question, one that made it seem like you hadn’t already hopped, skipped, and strutted past the fine line of what friends were and weren’t supposed to do. But it was a question you had to ask before you had gotten past the point of no return.

He hummed, as if he were searching for the answer to your query before settling on, “Nothing. We get this out of our system tonight, and we forget about it tomorrow.”

You knew you couldn’t. There was no way in hell you’d forget about this. You’d be absolutely unable to forget about the words he spoke and the looks he gave. The way he had already touched you, how his hands would feel on your body if things progressed. The way his hair felt draped over you while his lips were pressed against your neck.

But if that’s what it took for your friendship to not be affected by this, you’d agree.

“Does that sound okay?” He asked before sucking on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

A moan tumbled from your lips, and you whispered your consent as efficiently as possible. That, however, was all it took for him to resign to the urges that had built up through the night. That final confirmation to flutter from your open lips, allowing him to venture into this uncharted territory, exploring what you had danced around for years. What you were so sure of at this moment.

His lips disconnected from the delicately sweet, softness tucked away behind your ear. You would have had him stay there forever if he’d allowed it, but it was apparent that he had other plans for you. The heat coming from his body, all from the close proximity you found yourselves in, caused his addicting scent to flood your senses. The woodsy notes of his cologne swam freely in your head with the hints of his last cigarette lingering on his skin as you breathed him in.

You hadn’t thought about what kissing Sam would be like before this moment. Would he be gentle, explore each intricate detail of your lips with weightless touches of his own? Or would his tongue slip easily into your mouth, skip all the build-up, and dive right in?

The few seconds to consider the possibilities weren’t enough to prepare you before it happened.

His mouth melted effortlessly into yours, seamlessly, locking together like a perfect puzzle piece with the curves of his lips. It was hesitant at first, experimental as he sucked at your bottom lip, but not without leaving a playful nip between his teeth. His lips parted slightly and the hint of his warm, velvet-soft tongue graced your own. The gentle flicks, barely-there touches to tease you for what’s to come, was the very thing you had been craving all night as the harsh contrast of cold air stung your cheeks. Something you didn’t even realize that you wanted until it sent your senses into overdrive. You pulled at the collar of his jacket in desperate need for him to be closer to you somehow, even though his body was pressed entirely to yours.

That whimper into his mouth was what flipped that coin. This first side was testing the waters, seeing if there was even a shred of chemistry between the two of you before you would move to the next step. Now the other was facing you, any caution, any doubts he might have had about you were gone, vanished and replaced by a feral need to feel every part of you, to be inside you.

You began to experience that unbridled passion, that hunger for more as his tongue danced across yours in a fight for dominance, one he was clearly winning. With hips rutting into yours, you felt him pressing against your belly, almost painful from how hard he had become within the short time that felt like seconds. You didn’t even realize your hand traveling down his body until you felt his erection beneath your palm over his jeans. Each pass of your fingers brushing the rough denim, teasing him just enough to drive him crazy, was being paired with your panting breaths fanning across his mouth.

His forehead pressed into yours, eyes clamped shut as he felt every gentle squeeze of your hand around him. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t relishing in this brief moment of control, watching his every reaction to your touch.

He throbbed against your hand, and he couldn’t help the urge to buck forward to chase the feeling, needing only that much more.

“You like that? You whispered, allowing the taunt to flutter across the shell of his ear, making him groan loudly while ripping your hand away from his hidden cock.

“Fuck this. Get in.” He snapped, the sound reminiscent of a growl rumbling from deep within his throat.

Suddenly, the door handle popped open and you found yourself thrown into the backseat, all with the same force he had used to slam you into the side of the car. You crawled until your back was against the interior of the door, quickly followed by Sam diving in after you. You were undoubtedly cramped in the small space, but the way he had slotted himself between your legs, like he had been there many times before, you couldn’t care less about the circumstances. The glow of the moon shining through the rear windshield, cast Sam in its gauzy light.

You were witnessing this new, near-primal look swirling in the darkness of his eyes, pupils lust-blown out as they raked down your body.

He wasted no time hooking your legs around his waist as he pressed himself into you, leaning down to catch your lips once again. They were starving in their desire for you while his hands slipped under your sweater, you shivered from the cool touch of his hands trailing up your stomach. He hummed to himself, appreciating the softness of your skin, and your muscles quivered uncontrollably from the tickling sensation as he made his way up your body.

His thumbs hooked under the band of your bralette, pushing it over the swell of your breasts along with the sweater, causing them to fall when released from the snug material.

You might have protested your bare chest being so exposed to the freezing air if it wasn’t for Sam licking one of your nipples into his mouth the second they were freed from your clothing. His wet tongue drew languid circles around the sensitive nub as he palmed over the other. The intoxicating warmth, the heat, of his mouth drove you wild as he worked over the supple skin of your breasts.

You whined at the feeling, and it didn’t take much for your hips to grind into him. He reluctantly released your nipple from his mouth with a light pop of his lips and leaned back on his knees to look down at you.

Your hands reached out to find the tattered hem of his sweatshirt, and your fingers dipped under to feel the silken skin against your fingertips. He instantly shuddered at the contact, hissing through his clenched teeth, “Your hands are fucking freezing, Y/N!”

A small giggle you were trying to hold in escaped your lips just as you released the button of his jeans, “Awww, is Sammy afraid of it shrinking?”

Instead of responding to your juvenile taunting, he fell forward and his all-too-perfect teeth sank into the flesh of your neck, making you cry out suddenly.

You didn’t even realize the nervousness coursing through your body at this moment until you noticed your fingers trembling along the elastic band of his boxer briefs.

“That’s cute.” He teased, licking at the now tender spot where he had just bitten, but you were able to pick up on the subtle change in his breathing when your fingers slid into his pants.

The toned, lean muscles of his stomach contracted when you finally slipped beneath the fitted boxers. A shaky sigh left his chest as soon as you touched the trimmed patch of hair, traveling down to feel his bare skin. He was so warm, and so smooth. It was beyond surreal, feeling your best friend in such an intimate way, yet somehow staying natural. You traced the details with a cautious touch until you realized… oh my god.

You gasped in shock, instantly breaking into nervous laughter “Holy shit, Sam! You never said you were hung like a-“

You couldn't even finish the thought before you were cut off from his lips crashing into yours, licking into your mouth in such a way that caused you to become completely distracted.

“Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up?” He mumbled against you, and acting out in a moment of impatience, he dug into his pants and pulled himself out so you could have the entirety of it in your hand, now with unrestricted access.

Oh fuck, You were holding Sam’s cock in your hand. It twitched slightly with each steady beat of his heart, rendering you speechless. Sure, you’ve done this before, but with Sam, it felt like you were doing this all for the first time.

Your heart was racing, stomach churning with excitement from the idea of fooling around like dumb teenagers in the back of his car, even running the risk of getting caught. You were here doing the same exact thing you had just made fun of inside the house only minutes before.

“Is it really a surprise to you?” He asked, voice husky and low, yet each word was interrupted with panting breaths as you wrapped your fingers around his length, He couldn’t hide the way he smiled into your cheek in response to your reaction, and you could only nod, and with a gentle rock of his hips, he continued, “Go on, baby. Touch me.”

That gentle push of encouragement was all you needed to stroke him, slowly at first, taking in just how soft, how delicate he seemed, all in perfect contrast to how thick and heavy he felt in your hand. A bead of precum leaked from the tip and you collected it with a swipe of your thumb while you continued to pump a loose fist over him.

Sam pulled his face from yours to watch you touch him this way, wanting to remember every second of this moment with you. He groaned loudly, letting his head roll back as he placed his hand on your knees to steady himself, squeezing his fingers harder into the flesh with each flick of your wrist.

“Mmmmm…fuck. That feels so…so good,” He breathed out, shaking through each word and his head tipped forward. You watched as his brows upturned, knitting together tightly in pleasure, showing the expressions of being lost in the feeling of your hands working him.

Just watching him made the dull ache of your arousal start to build rapidly, making you grind yourself against him in search of any friction. You clenched your thighs even though they were still wrapped around his. You wanted him so badly it was borderline embarrassing.

“Sam…” You couldn’t hold back the pathetic whine while lifting your hips, desperate in the need to feel something, anything more from him. You reached out with the other hand, taking in a handful of his sweater so you could yank him close to you.

“Oh baby, what is it? Are you feeling left out?” He mumbled into your jaw, his open lips brushing against the vulnerable skin. “Did you want something from me?”

His smirk told you that he knew the answer, of course, you wanted something from him, but you nodded anyway. You hoped that stroking him more fervently than before would help his decision to give you what you wanted. With a groan, his lips met yours, matching the neediness that you were feeling. His fingers found the button of your pants, frantically working to unclasp the garment as your fingers worked against him. Out of frustration from not wanting to waste another second, his hand dipped under your waistband without waiting to tear the clothing away from you. Your hips bucked into his hand as his fingertips traced along the inside of your thigh.

His fingers dipped between your legs, pressing against the thin fabric of your underwear. The teasing, whisper of a touch only caused you to squirm restlessly and let out a soft whimper in need.

He decided to give in to your non-verbal pleas even if he wanted to hear the sounds of your eagerness throughout the night. Despite the lack of space in the backseat, he was still able to make quick work of ridding you of your pants, tossing them into the front seat completely out of your view.

He leaned in, hovering his lips above yours just enough so you could feel the warmth of his breath fan over them again. His hand slipped between your legs once more, now without the restrictions of the denim. The only barrier between him and where you needed him most left was your dampening underwear clinging to your body. With the graze of his fingertips, he could feel the heat building within your core.

He circled his fingers lazily over your covered clit, realizing just how turned on you truly were. He was experiencing your need, understanding that it wasn’t just words or phrases you thought you should say at the moment.

He practically purred into your parted mouth, “Oh baby, you’re soaked.”

You writhed beneath him, squeezing him in your hand with each swipe of his fingers over where you needed him most.

“You want me to take these off?” He asked, looking into your eyes, followed by a light snap of the garment against your skin. His lips were so close, and when you leaned up to meet them, he pulled back just out of your reach.

He tsked behind his teeth in disapproval at your impatience, “Gotta answer me first.”

“Yes…Sam, please!”

With his fingers looped around the waistband of your underwear, he slipped them off your lifted legs that rested on his shoulders. If you were somehow half-paying attention, you would have seen him tuck them into the back pocket of his pants before continuing.

He took his time to admire the softness of your skin, rubbing from your ankles down to the thickness of your thighs as you wrapped them around him. You allowed them to fall to the sides, spreading open for him to see you like this for the very first time. As if you brought him under his trance, his eyes fell, now that there wasn’t anything left to his imagination. You wrapped your hand around him again, stroking him in an effort to bring his attention back to you.

He dropped forward and planted a kiss on your lips as he traced the sensitive spot with a brush of his fingertips. The cold chill lingering on his skin made your body instantly shudder the second he slipped a finger inside your heat. You tightened around him in your want to hold him there, causing a groan to rumble from his throat.

“Look at you,” he cooed in your ear, the rasp in his voice revealing a certain cockiness that had started to surface. The curling of his finger inside you pulled a moan residing deep within your chest, “Is that really how you feel about me?”

You could only nod in desperation. The hand that wasn’t preoccupied with pleasuring him was gripping tightly onto the fabric of his sweatshirt that bunched up against his chest, pulling him as close as you possibly could.

Sam pushed another finger deep into your pussy, brushing against your sweetest spot with increasing pressure. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you thought the movements were reminiscent of how he might pluck the strings of his bass.

Even with that image, your ability to concentrate fell apart within seconds, your lips failed to move against his, and even lost the focus you had on him in your hand. The only thing occupying your thoughts was the need to chase that feeling building between your legs. The sounds of your growing wetness echoed throughout the backseat.

You were panting into his mouth as your hand released around him to find a new hold, now wrapped around his wrist with nails digging into the skin. The clear decision to pull him away or to keep his fingers buried inside you became muddled the closer he coaxed you to the very edge.

You were so, so close when he suddenly pulled his fingers from you, making you whine out from the loss of contact, to wrap them around the base of his cock that you had been neglecting. His beanie had slid off his head at some point, allowing hair to fall across his face as he looked down between your legs.

“I can’t wait any fucking longer. I need to feel you, y/n,” he groaned, almost sounding drunk despite the both of you being completely sober all night.

Sam’s breathing was nearly as strained as yours had become, fogging up the windows within the few minutes spent intertwined together. He shifted his body against you and lined himself at your entrance, dragging himself through your folds, coating himself in your slick with the teasing passes with his cock over your clit. When his eyes flicked up to meet yours, you caught the devilish grin spreading across his features, but you were more than ready to take his hand for the sinful act. The sight should have acted as a warning, and you placed a hand against his shoulder and gave him a final nod.

“W-wait a ahh-“ you were cut off by him pushing himself into you, stretching you out in one quick motion. “Oh…oh my god, Sammy!” The ragged moan evolved into breathy giggles as he bottomed out inside you.

“Oh…fuck.” He breathed into the crook of your neck, joining in your laughter as your fingers knitted into the tresses of his long hair. He stilled his movements with the head of his cock nestled safely against your cervix, adjusting to how incredible you feel, wrapping tighter around him more than he could have imagined, even if he tried.

He reached out with an open hand to brace himself against the door, lifting off of your body slightly to watch his cock plunge inside you. His hips began to roll into you, slow and experimental at first.

The familiar fire within you had been building, a climax left suspended without release, was now bubbling within your belly once again. He pushed himself up to sit between your legs, and you took the opportunity to touch yourself.

He watched in pure awe with mouth hanging slightly open as you collected your wetness between your fingers and circled them over your clit while he thrusted into you. You wanted to bask in the feeling forever, how he glided effortlessly into your pussy with each snap of his hips.

“Holy shit,” he sighed out through a shaky breath, brows knit tightly together as his fingers pressed even harder into the padding on your knees.

“Like what you see?” You relished in the ability to see that look on his face, how it revealed his loss of power, the control that had been shifting between you all night.

He laughed in response, the fucked-out sound making your head spin just as his gaze returned to you behind half-lidded eyes, ”You’re so fucking hot, Y/N. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”

Sam’s unfiltered praise made your heart race, and you clenched around him causing his eyes to roll back behind heavy lids in ecstasy.

His name tumbled from your lips over and over in broken whispers. You were overwhelmed by him. He was everywhere, every sensation, consuming every one of your senses. The feeling of the rough fabric of his jeans rubbing against your thighs, the way his breath fanned across your cheek, to how his hand gripped onto your hip. All of it threatened to make you unravel at the seams with each passing second.

“I know,” he murmured softly. You didn’t have to say another word. He was right there, experiencing all of this with you.

Your hands slipped under his sweatshirt and in the cloudy haze of your pleasure, your fingernails dragged across the smooth expanse of his back. The sharp sting of your nails flipped a switch inside him instantly. He fucked into you harder than before, abandoning the mercy he had held for you up until now.

His hand left your waist and snaked around your neck with fingers pressing just hard enough to make you aware of their presence. He felt you swallow against his palm and your hand wrapped around his wrist to keep him there.

“What did you say earlier? Oh yeah…average, mediocre dick? Those were your words weren’t they, baby?” He taunted into your ear, emphasizing the words with a harsh thrust into you, only to be paired with a mocking smile against your cheek.

“Sam…please!” You cried out in a broken sob along with a pathetic hold on the fabric of his sweater. You were right there.

“You are quite the actress with how you’re falling apart all over my cock like this, sweetheart.”

You didn’t have a response, the dirty words coming from his mouth were rendering you speechless. Even though you should have predicted it coming, you had no chance to say something witty back, and he knew it. Another rush of heat pulled to your face when you blushed at the thought. He was right, you were a mess and he was never going to let you forget it.

“Shut up.” It was all you could muster with how close to the edge you had become.

He slowed to an agonizingly deliberate pace, unhurried in his actions, eliciting a loud groan from you in protest. “What? Don’t get all shy on me now. Tell me how it feels?”

You searched endlessly for a coherent answer as he continued to fuck you patiently, yet the words had abandoned your brain altogether with each brush of his cock against that hidden spot.

It was a pitiful whine that left your mouth, “Ah, fuck…you feel so good, Sammy.”

And god, he did. You would curse at the thought that you had waited this long to find out for yourself. You wanted to resist the urge to tell him. It was Sam afterall, and the last thing he needed was the stroke to his ego.

“It’s gonna be hard to forget you saying my name like that.” The words swam in your consciousness in a hushed lullaby, airy through each exhale across your ear. “If you could only hear yourself. Say it again for me.”

The simple request dissolved any restraint you had left and his name spilled from your kiss-swollen lips.

His hand left its place around your neck and hooked around the back of your knee and muttered into the vulnerable skin of your throat, “I’m so close.”

You tightened your legs when you heard his admission, hooking your feet around his back to pull him completely flush against you.

“Seriously…” he let out in breathy, desperate pants, “I can’t…l, I-“ His hips began to falter through his stuttering and he gripped onto your leg tighter than before.

“Cum inside me, Sam,” you whispered into his ear, voice dripping with desire. He pulled away just far enough to look into your eyes, searching, making sure that’s exactly what you said.

“Y/N…”

You squeezed your legs around his waist again with your palm cupping his cheek. “You heard me, Sammy.”

“Are you sure?” His voice was weak for the first time tonight, revealing that despite the facade leading up to all this, he was under your absolute control.

Your head fell back against the hard plastic surface of the door, and you tightened around him with a final plea, “Yes! Please… I need you.”

The lewd sounds coming from him were divine and you wished you could listen to them forever as they bounced around your mind. It was the tipping point for you, causing you to sink into the depths of your orgasm.

The way you clenched around his cock with each blissful wave rolling throughout your body, halted his movements inside you. There was such an intensity to that sensation for him that it was only mere seconds until his own release followed yours.

The sudden warmth of his cum spilled into you while he was buried deep in your pussy. You stayed clutched onto him, his chest was heaving wildly as he laid against you, soaking in the high of what had just happened.

You stay locked together, reeling from every feeling and emotion transpired between you. You allowed yourself to embrace the comfortable silence, combing absentmindedly through his hair with gentle fingers, even tucking pieces behind his ear. Minutes had probably passed until he eventually pulled himself from you.

You just couldn’t resist the temptation of throwing one last jab at his expense. “So, are you gonna finally admit how terrified you were back there?”

“Really? You’re already back to being annoying as shit?” He scoffed with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes as sat against the seat. It could have been just because that’s how you and Sam were, but maybe it was an attempt to prevent awkward tension from developing.

Sam tucked himself back into his jeans and reached down to grab yours off the floor of the backseat, and threw them at you rather aggressively. You burst into another fit of laughter while rushing to pull the pants over your legs. You weren’t going to worry about finding your underwear with the mess threatening to drip down your legs.

He stepped out of the backseat, almost slamming the door behind, and slid back into his place on the driver’s side. You crawled over the center console into the front seat and flipped the visor down to see your reflection in the tiny mirror.

“Sam!” You gasped when you saw it. Under the harsh yellow lighting, your eyes locked on the very large, and painfully obvious blotchy bruise forming across the skin of your neck just below your ear. “Did you seriously give me a fucking hickey?!”

You pressed your fingers against it, desperate for it to fade away with each pull of your thumb across the surface of broken blood vessels.

He glanced over to you, grinning like the idiot he was, “Maybe everyone should see that I finally fucked you the way you deserve.”

Just as your mouth flew open in disbelief, he turned the key in the ignition, firing the dormant engine back to life.

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hehevoldy · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Atlas Series - Olivie Blake

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Libby Rhodes/Nico de Varona

Characters: Libby Rhodes, Nico de Varona

Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Halloween, Pre-Canon, Alternate Universe - College/University, Kissing, Fluff, Nico is smitten, a sprinkle of jealousy, No Beta, art at the end

Summary:

Halloween Fic!

Nico and Libby are in a secret relationship, but due to a lack of communication, it might get exposed.

Thanks to @siguun for the gorgeous art!

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vipwinnie · 6 months

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Halloween Party

Halloween special n°1

Mattheo riddle x reader

Summary: Cormac Mclaggen hit on you at the annual halloween party and your boyfriend is not happy about it

The Halloween nights were always magical at Hogwarts, and the Slytherin dormitory was hosting an extravagant party. My friends Hermione, Cho, Ginny, and I were buzzing with excitement as we prepared for the evening. Cho looked stunning in her demon costume, Hermione was an angel, and Ginny a daring pirate. I, on the other hand, had chosen a short red corset-style Little Red Riding Hood outfit, which I knew was rather revealing but had decided to take the risk.

We laughed and helped each other with the final touches of our costumes, sharing makeup and styling tips. It was a blast getting ready together, and the thought of spending the evening with my friends at the Slytherin party filled me with joy.

“ You know , Ron will fall in love with your dress Hermione, “ you said with a sly smile.

Getting a embarrassed smile from Hermione

Once we were all decked out, we made our way to the party. The Slytherin common room was transformed into a mesmerizing wonderland of Halloween decorations. At the party there were Witches' hats, broomsticks, and bat silhouettes everywhere in the big room and themed banners with phrases like "Happy Halloween" or spooky motifs were strung across walls and doorways.

As we entered, I noticed couples pairing off with their respective dates. Cho found her boyfriend, Hermione was dancing with Ron, and Ginny had disappeared into the crowd to find Harry.

I scanned the room, searching for my boyfriend, Mattheo Riddle. My heart sank when I couldn't spot him among the dancing witches and wizards. I decided to wander around in the hope of finding him.

As I moved through the room, my discomfort in the revealing outfit grew, and I began to feel self-conscious. Just as I was contemplating returning to my friends, Cormac McLaggen, one of the most notorious flirts at Hogwarts, approached me. His eyes lingered on my costume, and a sly grin crept onto his face.

"Little Red Riding Hood, you look absolutely enchanting tonight," Cormac purred, his gaze making me squirm uncomfortably.

"Thank you," I replied, feeling my cheeks grow warm. I had heard about Cormac's reputation and hoped to avoid any awkward encounters.

He leaned in closer, his fingers brushing against my thigh, and I stiffened, taking a step back. "You know, you and I could have quite the adventure tonight."

Before I could respond, Mattheo suddenly appeared by my side, his expression dark and protective. He stepped between Cormac and me, his voice dripping with warning. "I think you've overstepped your boundaries, Cormac."

Cormac raised an eyebrow, his arrogance unwavering. "Just trying to have a little fun, Riddle."

Mattheo's eyes flashed with anger, and he didn't hesitate. In one swift motion, he grabbed Cormac by the collar and pulled him aside, effectively blocking him from me. Their exchange was intense and heated, and I couldn't hear their words over the music.

But it didn't matter. I felt an overwhelming rush of relief knowing that Mattheo had my back. He didn't let anyone disrespect or make me uncomfortable. As Cormac was led away from me, my boyfriend turned back to me, his expression softening.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

I nodded and smiled, relieved to be in Mattheo's protective embrace. "I'm better now. Thanks for being my knight in shining armor."

“ Did i say to you that you look amazing in that dress and I can't help but think about how you'll look in it later when we're alone."

"Oh, you noticed, huh?"you said blushing

"How could I not? You're absolutely stunning. And it's driving me crazy, thinking about what we'll do later in private, with you in that pretty outfit." Adding a gentle and loving kiss on my lips.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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I know it’s a day late, but I was wondering how would perv!Eddie react to best friend!reader dressing up in a skimpy costume for Halloween?

The man would lose his damn mind.

Maybe you're dressed in a tiny schoolgirl outfit kinda like Britney Spears in ...Baby One More Time even though that's like a decade away in a white men's button-down shirt, short plaid skirt, knee-high socks, and a pair of heels.

Eddie wasn't planning on going to the Halloween party with you, but he's not letting you out of his sight dressed like that.

He insists on being your beer pong partner so he can look up your skirt when it's your turn to make a shot.

When you stumble, he grabs your waist and subtly brushes your ass with his big hand

You get more handsy as you get drunker, eventually wobbling over to the couch and plopping on his lap clumsily. He feels your panties against his upper thighs and gets hard in seconds.

You're too drunk to pretend not to notice, but you are too drunk to make the connection to your costume, so you whisper in his ear, "What's got you so worked up? Who's the pretty girl?"

He just stares at you incredulously, like he can't believe you have no clue how badly you're turning him on.

You're one small movement away from him dragging you into the nearest empty room and fucking you senseless

(With the costume on, of course)

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The saving of Halloween

Henry Cavill x reader

Summary: When you’ve lost the spirit for Halloween, Henry comes around and made it ten times better.

Warnings: FLUFF! LIKE TEETH ROTTING FLUFF (For the spirit of Halloween), mention of feeling a bit lost, mention of anxiety, in the end dd/lg vibes. Henry calls himself daddy once, alcohol, reader and Henry are a little buzzed, Dom vibes, pet names

Words: 3K

A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY SPOOKY W(B)ITCHES🧡🧡❤❤👻🎃

The saving of Halloween 🎃🍁

Your favorite time of the year, fall and especially Halloween and Henry knew that. You felt a little off the last couple of weeks. Not that you were depressed but it felt like you were lost in limbo. It felt like you were stuck and tried very hard to get out of it. Slowly you saw that you got out of that place but it was tiring and to top that off, somebody tried to get you down a couple of days ago and it didn’t matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it didn’t work and you felt down but made sure that you didn’t show that person. Henry was fuming with what how you were treated but there wasn’t anything that he could do other than be there and give comfort, which he gave you without thinking twice.

But he knew you fell out of the spirit for Halloween, knowing this is your favorite time of the year and he would not let that happen. He wanted you to enjoy it and made it his mission for now. 3 days earlier Henry told you that instead it would be date night, it would be a whole day. He didn’t want to say what the two of you were going to do but only that it was a whole day. You smiled and felt butterflies in your stomach. You’ve been dating Henry for over a year and a half now and he still managed to make you fall in love every day.

~Halloween day~

You woke up tiredly and was ready to turn around to cuddle with Henry, only to feel the bed empty. You frowned and lifted your head to look around the room but there was no sign of Henry until the smell of pancakes entered your nose. You took a deep breath in and smiled. You rubbed your eyes a little and got up to put a flannel on from Henry and some sweats. You headed to the bathroom to get freshened up and walked downstairs. You saw Henry in the kitchen, making coffee and pancakes and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight while Kal patted happily over to you to greet you. You petted his head while his tail was wiggling from happiness.

Henry turned around and the moment he saw you, a big, loving grin appeared on his face. “Good morning princess. Sleep well?” he asked you while you walked over to him. He pulled you into a sweet loving kiss. “I did, only woke up missing you.” you told him and Henry’s smile grew. His heart fluttering that you missed him. He placed his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest. “Well, I wanted to surprise my favorite girl with some pancakes before we get the day started.” He told you and placed a kiss on your head. You smiled and turned your body against his in a big hug. That was the moment Henry knew you were going to be clingy today but in the best way. It wasn’t often that you were clingy so when you were, he would make sure that your needs were met with all the love he could give you.

A deep rumble went through his chest when he chuckled. “I love you sweetheart.” You held him a little tighter while Henry placed multiple kisses on your forehead. “I love you too bear. His heart could almost explode from his love for you. Like you, Henry fell more and more in love with you as well. He placed multiple kisses over your face, making you giggle. “Want some coffee sweetheart?” you nodded and went to sit at the kitchen counter and looked adoringly at Henry. He was busy with your coffee but noticed that you were staring at him and made him feel flustered while there was a permanent smile on his face.

“So…. When are you going to tell me what we’re up to today?” you asked as he placed the coffee in front of you. He smirked “You’ll see when we get there angel.” You smiled and decided to let it go, knowing he wouldn’t say anything more. He placed the pancakes on the table and sat opposite you and ate breakfast. Henry eyed you with a little smirk and you looked quizzingly at him “What?” you asked him with a soft giggle. He shook his head “I love it when you wear my clothes.” He confessed, making you smile shyly and continued eating the pancakes.

After breakfast Henry walked Kal while you got dressed. You picked something casual like Henry said. Something comfortable and warm. You had some jeans and a nice, cozy sweater that was perfect for fall. You put your Dr. Martens on and walked downstairs, just in time when Henry came home. He looked at you with a big smile. “You look good sweetheart, like always.” You smiled and gave him a kiss. “You ready to go?” he asked you, making you nod.

You both got into the car and drove off. It was a very misty day, setting the scene beautifully. Henry placed his hand on your thigh while he drove off but you wanted more contact and placed your hand in his. He looked at you and smiled, pulling your hand towards his lips and placed a soft delicate kiss on the back of your hand before letting it rest in your lap again, his fingers intertwined with yours and gave it a little squeeze.

The drive was about 30 minutes and you arrived at a pumpkin patch. Henry looked at you for your reaction and you couldn’t stop smiling and looking around. You’ve never really been to a pumpkin patch. “Okay, let’s get into the Halloween spirit!” he told you with a wink and you knew what he was up to. He wanted to safe Halloween for you. Henry got Kal out of the car, walked up to you and held your hand again. “So we’re going to search for some pumpkins and carve them?” you asked him hopefully. Henry didn’t say anything but his smirk gave him away and looked teasingly at you with one eyebrow raised. You giggled and couldn’t wipe away the smile from your face and just by that Henry already accomplished his mission.

They had a little maze before you could reach the field with the maze obviously decorated in Halloween. You smiled and got excited. The maze was lovely decorated and you felt the spirit slowly sweeping back into you. Henry chuckled at your bright smile and pulled you towards him so he could place a kiss on the top of your head. Once you excited the maze you looked at the pumpkins and searched for the right one. You found one and it was lovely, deciding that this would be the one. Henry got one as well and you walked back. Henry paid and you both got back in the car. “We’ll get Kal back home and then we’ll go to the store.” Henry told you and you looked, once again quizzingly at Henry but of course he wouldn’t give anything away.

The drive home didn’t took long. You would stay seated in the car while Henry put Kal inside and got back in the car, driving off. Once you arrived at the store he got a shopping cart. “okay…. So we’re going to have a movie night, tonight and you can choose the movie but obviously we need snacks for that” Henry joked, making you laugh. “You can have every snack that you want. Oh and we’re baking cookies.” He told you with a wink. You got so excited and thanked Henry a couple of times, kissing his cheek, making him chuckle again.

You could choose the cookies that you were making and obviously got the Halloween themed. Henry chuckled “Good choice.” You walked along the snack isle and got all the things that you wanted along side candy and a new bottle of booze that was also Halloween themed. Henry got some fairy lights and you looked surprised at him again. Henry just smiled and winked at you. after you got everything and placed it in the car, you drove to a video renting store. Henry really did know you too well. “Like I said, you can choose the movie.” He told you. It was easy to rent one online but it was the experience to rent a movie that made it so fun.

You walked over to the horror/scary section, Henry still holding your hand. Your eyes laid on the Halloween movies. You know, the classics for Halloween, chucky and scream. You knew that you couldn’t watch all the movies tonight but for the spirit of Halloween, you would watch them later so you could still choose tonight.

Finally you got home and you couldn’t wait to carve the pumpkin and bake the cookies. “Let’s make the cookies first and after we carve the pumpkin.” You nodded and helped Henry with all the stuff. “Wanna make this more fun?” he asked you with a grin that you knew he had an idea. “What you have in mind Cavill?” you chuckled and he held the booze bottle up with a raised eyebrow. “You know I’m in.” you got the short glasses and Henry poured two shots in. You raised the cup to cheer and took it. You both made fun faces and laughed at each other for it.

Henry put some blues on the record player. You smiled and got everything ready for the cookies. Henry stropped his sleeves up and so did you. You both washed your hands and got to work. It didn’t took long for them to get ready. The decorating would happen later. You had some cookies in ghost forms, pumpkins and bats. You put them in the oven while Henry got the pumpkins ready. He gave you the knife “Be careful angel.” He told you and you nodded.

You scooped out your pumpkin and got to work. You and Henry would only show your work after you were done. You both eyed each other and would laugh right after while the air was filled with the smell of cookies and some blues playing in the background, outside still misty. It was perfect. You made your pumpkin with the face of ghostface. You smiled proudly and looked at Henry “Okay, I’m done.” Henry looked surprised “I knew you were creative but damn.” He told you chuckling making you laugh. “I’m almost done.” You nodded and did some finishing touched on your pumpkin.

“Okay I’m ready too.” He told you proudly. “I want to see your first.” He told you and you showed your pumpkin. “oh that’s really cool!” he told you honestly and smiled. “This is awesome” he told you while he got the pumpkin closer to him. Henry had the usual pumpkin face. “But I love yours too!” you told him and he smiled. “Thank you. For today you know.” you told him and smiled sweetly. “Of course sweetheart. I want to see you have fun on your favorite holiday.” He told you and gave you a sweet kiss. “You know what I miss?” he told you and held up the bottle again. You chuckled and nodded.

You both got another shot and got the cookies out of the oven so you could decorate them. “I was thinking….. And you have to tell me if you don’t really like the idea. But I thought to put the mattress on the floor in the livingroom and make some sort of tent so we can hangout and fall asleep.” He told you. You looked at him with once again a bright smile, taking away all of Henry’s anxiety about this idea. “I would absolutely love that!” Henry laughed at you enthusiasm. You worked further on the cookies while Henry already placed one in his mouth. You eyed him with a smirk with Henry trying to look as innocent as he could, making you laugh again and swatted his hand away when he wanted to take another one.

Once you were done Henry walked back with a box wrapped in Halloween paper. You looked up confused. “It’s a present, open it.” he told you and you softly unwrapped it. You saw that there were matching Halloween pajamas in them. You gasped a little and looked up at him with light up eyes. “So…. We’re wearing these tonight right?” you asked him with a smile. “Tonight? No pup, we’re going to wear them now.” He told you and you got up, giving Henry a passionate kiss. You both walked upstairs, chuckling. Henry wasn’t only your boyfriend but also your number one best friend and right now you were excited as if you were two little kids on Christmas and you loved every second of it.

You got into the pajamas and looked at each other laughing. “We need to take a picture!” you told him and got your phone and got a picture. Henry held you tight and placed a kiss on your head and the second picture had you both crouching down from laughing so hard. They were adorable and you send them to Henry. “Is it okay if I post this?” he asked your permission. You smiled and nodded while Henry adored the picture. “I love these.” He told you with a big grin. You gave him another kiss “We look great.” You told him and he agreed.

You and Henry got the mattress and walked downstairs, getting the blankets and pillows later. You put the mattress in front of the tv and both walked back upstairs to get everything else. You let everything fall on the mattress and looked at Henry. “I think I need some more of that liquid for motivation.” You told Henry, who already had a grin. “I think that you are completely right pup.” You walked back into the kitchen and poured you both another one. After you drank it you looked back and took a breath before getting back to work.

You walked besides the mattress before Henry pulled you down on the mattress, on top of him. You both laughed, feeling a little buzzed. Once the laughter died down a bit you just stared at each other adoringly. You traced his features on his face with your finger. He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on it. You let out a sigh “We should continue before I get too comfortable.” Henry chuckled and nodded. “Why don’t you get the fairy lights, pumpkins and candles and I’ll make sure this is ready.” You nodded, giving him a kiss and stood up.

You got all the candles, fairy lights and the carved pumpkins and walked back to see that Henry got some of the sheets in a tent. You put the pumpkins besides the tv and put some candles in them and lit them. After that you put fairy lights all around the room and lit all the other candles. You already felt the coziness seeping through you. You and Henry walked back to the kitchen to get all the snacks on a tray and made the popcorn. “So have you decided on a movie yet?” Henry asked you. “Yeah, I want to see scream.” Henry had a grin and kissed the side of your head.

The popcorn started to rise and pop in the pan. You and Henry took another shot and giggled when you finished it. The tray looked beautiful with the cookies, chocolate, candy etc. you quickly finished the popcorn so you could lay down and watch the movie. Everything looked so cozy that it instantly warmed your heart. You sat down on the mattress, waiting for Henry so that you could cuddle. He popped the movie in and looked at you with a big grin and walked towards you, sitting on the bed as well.

You leaned against the couch, Henry’s arm around you while you snacked. You couldn’t help but smile at the warm loving feeling in your heart. It was now dark outside and very misty while you snuggled inside. His fingertips slowly massaging your head as you leaned more into him. “I love you and thank you so much for today.” His finger went underneath your chin so you would look up at him. You saw him with the most loving smile on his face. “I love you too pup. So much, you really have no idea” he kissed your lips passionately, his fingers softly holding your chin.

Once he got out of the kiss, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead and pulled you closer into his side. Your focus back on the movie.

“Can we lay down?” you asked after a while. “Of course puppy.” He gave you an adoring smile. He placed the treats away and safe from Kal. You were waiting for Henry and he chuckled a little when he saw you patiently waiting for him. He laid down and pulled you softly down. Your head rested on his shoulder and partially chest. Henry had his arm wrapped around you and his fingers massaging your head again. You never knew what it was but it couldn’t be anything other than magic, always calming you down and making you sleepy. Your arm was around his torso and held tightly onto his pajama shirt. You got your head up while Henry looked confused at you until you tugged on his pajama shirt again. He chuckled and sat up straight to take it off. “You can always ask daddy if you want contact princess.” You felt flustered at his words.

He laid back down and pulled you with him. Your head resting in the same spot, the heath radiating from his body. your hand slightly gazed over his chest. You looked back at the tv and fell into a trance, fully focused on the movie.

You probably had 30 minutes left but your eyes became heavier. “it’s okay sweetheart. I’m right here, don’t fight it pup.” He softly told you and kissed the top of your head. You closed your eyes, accepting that you’ve lost the fight. Henry’s fingers worked it’s magic on your head again and you we’re out like a light. Not only did Henry saved Halloween for you, he made it the best one yet.

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Jack Frost x Reader: Cool Costume

Word Count: 415 Warnings/Notes: n/a Summary: Jack Frost cools down the temperature, letting the Reader wear the costume they initially intended for Halloween.

October, the height of the spooky autumn season. A time of natural earthy tones, scooping and carving plump pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns, and the hopes of cooler weather finally returning. Honestly, with how the current weather patterns had been for the past few weeks, you were losing hope on the chance of any kind of temperature drop. Your original costume idea had since been placed back into the closet and replaced by another. All was looking a little less fun by the change in plans until that morning. A band of rain had passed through over the night, and with it, the promise of lower temperatures for the next couple of days. Halloween was beginning to look better already.

Frost prickled across the window pane. Pausing, you listened until you could identify exactly what the sound was. “Jack, is that you?” You called out toward the window. “Well, it’s certainly not the Easter Bunny,” he said, making you laugh. Setting down the final layer to your costume, you made your way over to the window. “Hi, Jack,” you said, opening the window. “Hey,” he smiled, hopping into the room. “I suppose I have you to thank for the light sweater weather?” “You don’t have to, but: you’re welcome.” As you giggled from his good natured joy, Jack took in your appearance. “Great costume. Is it anything I should recognize?” “Thank you, and—probably not. Unless you binge watch tv and movies at the North Pole.” “Ha, no. The North Pole, workshop, is way more work than play.” Sitting on the bed, he looked over and grabbed a piece of your costume. A look of utter bewilderment struck across his face before turning back to you. “Is this a…warrior costume of some kind?” Plucking the item from his grasp, you lightly shook your head. “I really need to catch you up on some pop culture.” “Pop?” “Popular.” “Ah,” he nodded slowly. Reaching for the rest of your costume, you smiled. He never failed in bringing out a certain joy and childlike wonder. “So…are you going to join me in the ghoulish activities tonight, or are you going to be a fly on the wall and not have a hauntingly good time with me?” Jack smirked. “You’re really layering on the Halloween references, aren’t you?” “Yes, I am,” you smiled cheekily, adjusting the final touches and accessories to your costume. “All right,” he bounced off of the bed. “So, what’s your frightfully fun plan?”

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Friendship

Fandom: Halloween/Dead by Daylight

Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader

Words: 2k

Request by: @sweetpotato-97 <3

Part 2 anyone?

Visiting her grandfather at work had always been one of Y/N’s favourite pastimes. He always had something funny to show them or something nice (and tasty) to give them. Dr. Loomis, or ‘G’andad’ as she preferred to call him, had always been there for her through the entire seven years that she had been alive. Despite being overloaded with work from his latest case – a child who murdered his sister in cold blood – he always made sure he took breaks when Y/N came to visit, she was, after all, his only grandchild.

“G’andad!” Y/N yelled with a joyous laugh as she spotted Loomis in the distance of the reception, talking to another nurse, despite her not knowing what they were doing or talking about.

Sam turned around upon hearing her voice, a big smile on his face as he kneeled, arms open ready for her to jump into which she gladly did with a smile that mirrored his, if not wider. The nurse, who was yet to say anything, stood there with a soft smile, admiring them before bidding the Doctor a goodbye and leaving to attend to her duties around the psychiatric unit.

“Hello, Y/N,” Dr. Loomis said, picking the young girl up as he lifted himself to his feet. She snuggled into his chest, using the brown coat as a blanket of sorts. “What should we do today?” He asked her, signalling to the receptionist to let her know that he was taking his break to which they simply nodded, watching as he headed to his office, an unexpected big smile plastered on his lips.

The office, whilst boring, was Y/N’s favourite place in the entire building – one which she believed to be a typical hospital, not a psychiatric one and Sam didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth, even if he wanted to. She cheered as the door closed behind them and she realised where she was. As he set her down on the ground, Y/N rushed towards the brown leather chair situated behind the wooden desk, hopping into the comfort of the seat with a satisfied sigh.

“Don’t you be falling asleep on me!” Loomis jokingly warned her, smiling to himself as she giggled.

The doctor himself reached towards the top drawer in his shelf, opening it to grab a small pack of her favourite sweets, one that he didn’t even know the name on, just the look of the packaging. The noise of the wrapper caught Y/N’s attention immediately and she held her hands out in anticipation before saying a desperate ‘pleeeeease’ to which he simply chuckled and passed her the candy. She didn’t open it immediately, however, telling Sam about how she needed to save them, or something of the sort, he couldn’t exactly remember what she had said.

It was a sweet sight for him to see his granddaughter so happy whilst sat in his chair with a bag of sweets in hand, but nothing lasts forever, and a sigh left his lips as he was paged to go see one of his patients who had no doubt hurt themselves or somebody else.

“Stay there, I won’t be long,” were his final words before he rushed off to find out what his patient had done.

It wasn’t long until Y/N grew bored of waiting for her grandfather and decided to go explore the hospital; the worst she could see was someone sick, at least in her mind, and so she climbed off of the comfortable chair and headed outside of the unlocked office, venturing out into the first room she could find which just so happened to be the canteen.

Much to her dismay, there was nobody her age, in fact, the only person close to her age was a few years older than her, probably around nine or ten, not that it mattered to her, of course, she was just happy that the room wasn’t filled with adults.

The boy, whose name Y/N didn’t know, was seated alone at a table in the corner of the room, a plate of some gross-looking food in front of him which he didn’t seem too very fond of eating. Pity grew on her and she found herself rushing over to the table and taking a seat opposite him.

“Hi!” She grinned at the boy who simply spared her a threatening look, one which did not deter her. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”

The boy seemed to think for a moment before spotting the sweets in her hand and decided to speak for the first time in forever. “Michael.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Michael” Would you like a sweet?” Without hesitation, Y/N ripped open the bag of sweets and offered him one from the pack, something he gladly took; food there wasn’t exactly the best, to say the least.

Her smile towards him never faded, it only grew, even if she was the only one speaking. She didn’t mind being the only one talking, Sam had taught her that not everyone is a chatterbox like her, something which she had giggled at.

A bell rang, signalling that the patients must return to their rooms and with one final ‘goodbye’, Michael left Y/N behind who was quick to return to Sam’s office, acting as though she had never left. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that she would get in trouble for leaving, especially if she had been talking to strangers, but something about him felt different; not only was he around her age, but there was something different about him to other kids she knew and all she knew was that she was desperate to see him again.

The next time Y/N saw Michael was a week after their first encounter. She had brought two bags of sweets: one for her and one for Michael if she was to see him. A giddy smile was on her face as she entered to hospital, only this time it was for a different reason; she was excited to see Michael again.

It didn’t take long for her to pass Michael, in fact, it was on the way in and she smiled at him, discreetly handing him a bag of sweets as he walked past her, one which he took and hid without making it obvious to the others around them. Their interaction had her smiling for the rest of the day.

Y/N began visiting her grandfather more and more often throughout the weeks, eventually leading to her seeing him at work every day, even while he was working. However, little did he know that her visits weren’t for him, but for Michael. Loomis had never noticed how she would disappear from his office whilst he was working or how she would bring an extra bag of sweets or a little gift for his killer patient. Each visit and interaction with Michael had her becoming happier and more attached to the boy and she would constantly be planning her next visit and what she would bring for him. Whilst he didn’t talk to her, not often anyway, she didn’t mind speaking for them both, something Michael himself was oddly grateful for considering most peoples got frustrated that he didn’t speak and it was annoying, yet Y/N was never bothered.

“Hi, Michael!” She greeted the boy with her usual smile, earning an almost unnoticeable nod from him. “I brought you a gift.” Y/N reached out to hand him the usual bag of sweets, but there was something else in her hand: a friendship bracelet. It wasn’t that she expected him to take it, she had learned that he wasn’t the biggest fan of people and friendships, but she decided to make him one anyway, just in case he would take it and, to her surprise, he did. He slipped the threaded bracelet over his wrist, tightening it and giving her a small smile before digging into his sweets.

The pair sat in a comfortable silence for a while, before Y/N heard the name of her grandfather being called and caught a glimpse of his coat through the window. In a moment of panic, she ducked beneath the table, landing on the floor beside Michael’s feet. Despite the pain, she knew it had to be done; Loomis could never find out about their friendship, he would go berserk and forbid her from seeing her new friend.

Michael didn’t even spare her a glance, presumably knowing what was going on, which made it even less obvious what had just happened and it wasn’t exactly like any of the other patients were going to snitch on her; they were too sick to notice, Y/N assumed, still unaware of why Michael and the others were in the hospital and she had never asked, not that she would get a response, of course. It was Michael, after all. She had no idea and both Loomis and Michael prayed that she never would; she was too innocent to be involved with all of this, it was the one thing that they both agreed on.

It wasn’t difficult for Michael to guess her involvement with his doctor. She was young and he was old, so clearly a grandparent. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t care, she was the first person in a long time to show him genuine kindness and not treat him like the monster that most believe him to be. She was the first genuinely kind soul in his life, and he didn’t want to lose that, despite not admitting that to himself just yet.

“Is he gone?” The whisper from her caught Michael’s attention who simply nodded once he was certain that Loomis had left. He almost laughed at the mess of her hair when she popped back up, but he didn’t. “Phew! That was close. I should go, but I’ll see you again soon! Bye, Michael.”

Little did they both know, they would never see each other again in this world.

Y/N had no idea how long she had been in the entity’s realm, but each day felt like torture. Despite this, she had still made some good friends along the way, befriending each new survivor around the campfire with ease; her kindness never left. Laurie, the latest survivor, was detailing her past encounters with a man name Michael yet Y/N wasn’t entirely listening, too caught up in her memories of her past friend. She wishes she could have just said goodbye to him, given him a hug, anything that meant he wouldn’t believe that she had just abandoned him.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Meg whispered to the woman beside her, noticing her lost in her thoughts.

“Yeah,” came her simple response.

Meg, who decided to leave her to her thoughts, turned her attention back to Laurie who was still telling the group stories from her past.

Being summoned to a trial was the last thing Y/N wanted whilst she was attempting to rest and clear her mind from her previous thoughts about her past friend. Of course, there was nothing she could do about this besides sigh to herself as she began rushing around Haddonfield, unaware of the gaze following her every move.

With three survivors sacrificed, Y/N was the only one left whilst also being unharmed which was a shock to her considering how brutal and talented the new killer, who she hadn’t seen at all throughout the trial, was.

As she ventured around the new map in search for hatch, Y/N almost screamed as she ran into the killer. Cursing herself, the girl took a step back, looking up to see the killer whose name she didn’t even know.

Rather than try to run, Y/N simply offered the masked man a smile. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

The killer froze for a moment, before turning around and signalling for her to follow him for some unknown reason, yet she did so anyway.

Their walk was silent, the only noise being her panting and the masked mans breaths. Y/N still had no idea what was going on until she stumbled into the mans stopped body right in front of the hatch. The eyes behind his mask held some familiarity to Y/N, yet she couldn’t quite place it until she heard the man say his name as she jumped into the hatch.

“Michael.”

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The Perfect Halloween Look - Gerard Way x Reader

Summary: You are attending the college Halloween party, not sure where you are standing with your friend Gerard, when he asks you to do his make up Reader: should be gender neutral (no pronouns used, Reader wears a dress and a hairband as a custume) Word count: 4 177 A/N: This didn’t post on Halloween for me and I don’t care what, it makes me fucking angry, because nothing since I got up went right and this is just the last straw. Take it or leave it. I’m off for today.

With furrowed brows you looked at your reflection in the mirror. For the past thirty minutes you had worked on your face paint for the college Halloween party. You planned on going as a dead cheerleader, already dressed in the short, red and white dress, which you had splattered with fake blood. You had applied a thin layer of white make-up all the way down your neck, giving your natural skin colour a sickly touch. Your eyes and hollows of the cheeks were powdered with black, green and blue eye shadow, making them look fallen in. All in all, you really did not look very healthy anymore. Maybe it was a bit too much though, not natural looking.

But who cared? This was not costume make-up for a realistic movie but for a college party. Nobody would care if it was a bit too much. It looked good.

You just hoped Gerard would think so too.

Gerard and you had been friends since your first year in college and had somehow ended up sitting next to each other in almost every class you took. You knew he loved dressing up and playing around with make-up, but much to your surprise he had been rather hesitant about answering your questions as what he wanted to dress up this Halloween until he had finally confessed that he just didn’t feel like dressing up at all. You had offered to help him with a bit of spooky face paint if he wanted, but he had turned down your offer.

Honestly, you did not have a lot of experience with make-up at all, but you had worked out some techniques by now, and any excuse to spend more time with Gerard alone was good enough. The way he had rejected your offer had just sounded a bit too annoyed for your taste, and now you were not sure if he even wanted to hang out with you at the party at all.

It was fine, you told yourself, as you applied a bit of blue eyeliner as lipstick, coating it with lip-gloss, and contemplated the result. You had other friends to spend the evening with, other friends who you could laugh and have a good time with.

But the truth was that it was not fine. None of them understood you quite as Gerard did, none of them made you feel as accepted, as noticed as Gerard. Your heart ached at the thought of him maybe not wanting to hang out with you. You had known for a while that you had developed a crush on the cute artist.

The way he was so passionate about his projects, be it for art school, comics, or music was enthralling and contagious. The way he talked about certain topics, you could just relate to him. And maybe that was what had prompted him to be more open with you recently. He had begun talking about more personal stuff recently, stuff you really hadn’t expect him to ever share with you. But maybe he had felt the same, and instead of feeling good about having confided in you, he had pulled away, drawn back.

Or maybe he had noticed you liked him and tried distancing himself in order for you to not get your hopes up.

Either way: his behaviour these past weeks made your stomach churn. With a sigh you grabbed the small tube with fake blood and slipped it into the box with the rest of the make-up which you planned on taking along to the party since you had offered a few girls from your class to do some low effort face paint for them. More white powder, black, green and blue eyeshadow, black lipstick and the fake blood should be enough. But you didn’t dare bringing up your hopes that maybe Gerard would ask you to do his make-up.

~*~

You were one of the first people to arrive at the party. It was held in one of the college buildings, a whole corridor of classrooms unlocked with each room offering different activities. One room had mostly snacks and drinks, one karaoke, and one even beer pong, even though the party was rather small and intimate, since it was only off your department at college. That meant about fifty people max, plus maybe a few friends and acquaintances. It also meant that you knew almost everyone there, and as soon as you had stepped foot into the building you got pulled into conversations.

An older student handed you a red solo cup filled with coke as you were discussing the new professor you both had, and how he seemed rather overwhelmed and unprepared for his classes, when the first of your friends arrived. Like promised, you helped them with a bit of face paint.

It was strange being so close to them as you tried to apply the different products to their face. You could smell their perfumes, and a few of them seemed to have had coffee not too long ago, since you could still smell it on their breath.

The task of getting your friends touched up made you forget about Gerard temporarily, and only after about an hour you noticed that he still had not arrived. You could not help but feel strange about it. You had noticed he had kept his distance recently, obviously you had, but that he would not even turn up the Halloween party because he would meet you here? The thought stung, and you bit your lip hard to hide its quivering, quickly reaching to a bowl with crisps to distract yourself.

That all your friends had left you hanging once you had done their Halloween make-up, and decided to get as drunk as possible in the first hour did not help your mood either. You didn’t feel like drinking. You didn’t even feel like being here at the party anymore, now that everyone had migrated to talk to other people, and not even Gerard was around. It was ridiculous really, how all of a sudden you felt lonely, even though the room was semi-crowded with people looking for snacks that were lined up on the table underneath a window.

You were just about to reach for the bowl a second time, already chewing on the salty crackers, when suddenly you spotted Gerard. His hair was black and dishevelled, just like always, and he wore his normal everyday clothes. One of your classmates walked up to him, doubtlessly commenting on the lack of Gerard’s costume, but Gerard’s eyes flickered through the room, until they landed on you. Quickly you sent him a smile and lifted your hand in greeting, your heart hammering in your chest. Gerard nodded at you, and – without taking his eyes off of you – made his way across the room to where you were standing next to the table on which your friends had sat while you had done their face paint.

“Hey,” Gerard greeted awkwardly, running his hand through his hair. A nervous gesture of his. “You look great.”

You felt your cheeks heat up as Gerard’s eyes skipped over your body, the tightly cut dress, your exposed legs, the white sneakers, and back up to your face. A smile tucked at his lips as he saw the red bow you had tied into your hair, perfectly matching the red of your fake-blood splattered dress.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, fidgeting around with one of the eyeshadow pallets you had used on your friend a few minutes ago.

“Your make-up looks really good too,” Gerard added, as if he wasn’t sure what else to talk about.

“Took me long enough,” you joked, rolling your eyes. “You didn’t dress up?”

Gerard shrugged. “Didn’t really feel like it…”

His eyes wandered from the eyeshadow palette between your fingers to the other make-up products you had still spread out over the desk besides you.

“Is there a chance I could still get a make-up appointment though?”

Your heart missed a beat and almost you would have dropped the palette you had been fiddling around with.

“What?”

“I mean… I know I said I didn’t want to. But seeing everyone else with this cool Halloween make-up on…” Gerard pulled up his shoulders, slipping the sleeves of his hoodie jacket over his hands insecurely.

“Uhm, sure,” you quickly, answered, trying to calm down your racing pulse, and gestured to the desk. “Sit down.”

Before this evening, when you had imagined doing Gerard’s make-up it had all been nice and cosy, but after having done the make-up for about half of your friends, you had realised how close you sometimes had to get if you wanted to get the details and everything else right. You had stood between their legs, sometimes leant in so close that their breath had fanned over your face, or spread some of the make-up with your fingers, since that had worked better than with sponges or brushes. It had not been weird with them, because they were your friends, and you were not interested in any of them romantically. But with Gerard…

Following your invitation, Gerard hopped up on the desk, letting his legs dangle like a little kid.

“What do you want me to do?”

Gerard furrowed his brows for a moment and looked across the room for inspiration.

“Just a skull, or something like that. Or what you did for yourself. I like that a lot. I can just be dead me.”

You laughed quietly at that, before you grabbed the white eyeshadow. You had experimented with theatre make-up, but the eyeshadow had worked best for your limited experience. And it made adding other colours easier.

With shaking hands, you dipped a little sponge into the eyeshadow (the cheapest you had found) and moved close to Gerard. You had wanted to stand beside his legs, positive standing between his legs like you had done earlier with your other friends would give you a heart attack, but he already had spread them for you to stand between them, so you did.

You could tell he was watching you closely as you began dapping the white powder all over his face. He was pale already, but the additional white made him look sickly. He was leaning back on his hands, drumming along to the music that was playing from the other room.

“Okay, close your eyes,” you demanded, and when he did, you gently dabbed more of the white eyeshadow over his lids, so you had an even foundation. It was tempting to use the moments in which he had closed his eyes to study his face more closely. His dark lashes were incredibly long, framing the curve of his eyelids perfectly. Quickly you focused back on the task at hand, and gently dapped more eyeshadow onto his skin.

“Whoa, why is it so bright here,” an older student, who had helped organise the party, suddenly exclaimed. Indeed, all the ceiling lights of the classroom were on, making the room look like a normal evening, instead of a Halloween party. “Let’s make this a bit more spooky, shall we?”

And with that he turned off almost all the ceiling lights, immediately covering the room in mysterious twilight.

Gerard was about to protest, that they should turn the lights back on, so you could see, but you shook your head.

“Let’s look for another spot, and let them have their fun,” you suggested, and he nodded obediently.

Quickly you gathered your make-up products and shoved them into the little bag you had carried them in, before stepping out into the corridor. The party spread along the whole hallway. The room you had just left was illuminated only by a single lamp now, the next room over by the reflections from a silver screen on which a few people were singing karaoke. Further down the corridor were more rooms, all comparatively dark, and probably swarmed by a few couples making out in the dim lights.

The only room that was probably well lit and empty was the bathroom for the disabled. A few doors down were the normal bathrooms, but this one was usually not used by regular students because most of the time it was lacking toilet paper. Which meant nobody would be bothered if Gerard and you occupied it while you finished his face paint.

You pointed to the door, and Gerard followed you into the small room. Inside were no booths, instead a toilet with a handle at the side, a shower, and a low sink. You had never understood why there was a shower in here, and your best guess was that it was due to the fact the building had been a residential building before it had been integrated into the campus of the college.

“Sink or toilet, where do you want me,” Gerard asked after he had turned on the lights and locked the door behind you.

Quickly glancing between the two options, you pointed to the sink, and Gerard hopped to sit on its rim. In the back of your mind, you wondered if the sink would break, since it certainly had not been made to be sat on, but when there were no suspicious noises, you relaxed, and stepped closer to Gerard again.

In the small bathroom the light was better than it had been in the classroom, and you could see just how spooky Gerard already looked with the bit of white make-up.

“I’ll add some green, blue and black around your eyes and to your cheekbones, so your face looks more fallen in,” you let him know while grabbing the first colour, making him nod.

“Sorry for not spending so much time with you lately,” Gerard suddenly blurted out, just as you began adding a thin layer of black to around his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” you shrugged, pretending like this was not exactly the conversation you had feared for weeks. “We’re all pretty busy right now, I guess.”

“No- I mean yes, but… I could’ve made time, and I didn’t.”

“It’s okay. We don’t always have to hang out if you don’t want to. Don’t worry about it.”

You could tell Gerard was shivering slightly, as you kept working.

“Everything okay,” you asked worriedly, dapping more colour onto his skin.

He just hummed in response.

“You’re shaking. Are you cold? Did you have enough to eat? Low blood sugar?”

“I’m fine. Sorry if I’m making this harder for you.”

“That’s not the problem, Gee,” you pulled away from his face, taking a look at your work. “’s just that I’m worried.”

“I’m okay. Really,” Gerard assured you, opening his eyes, when he noticed you had pulled away from him.

He looked sad, you suddenly realised. Sad and a little lost.

“Okay, if you say so…” not really believing him you packed away the brush for the eyeshadow. “We’re almost done, the last thing missing are the lips.” Suddenly self-conscious you pressed yours together, noticing how Gerard mimicked you, his eyes shortly flickering to your colour-coated lips. “Do you want to do them yourself? There’s a mirror behind you…”

Gerard couldn’t possibly feel comfortable with you applying make-up to his lips, with your bare fingers no less.

“Uhm… could you do it? If you don’t mind…”

You shrugged. “I don’t,” you lied, “but I’d have to do it with my fingers…”

“That’s okay.”

You shrugged again, and motioned Gerard to scoot a little, so you could quickly wash your hands. Once you had dried them well enough to be able to handle the colours again, you stepped back between Gerard’s spread legs. So far you had managed to stay a safe distance away from his face, but the lip make-up was a delicate matter. With the lips the whole look could either look great or absolutely terrible.

Taking a shaky breath, you dipped your finger into the colour, and brought it up to Gerard’s lips. They were warm and soft under your touch, almost plush. As you ran your finger along his lower lip, leaving a faint shimmer of blue, you concentrated on keeping the colour on his lips, and not accidently slip. But the intense stare with which Gerard was watching your face contort in concentration made focusing difficult. You pretended not to notice it, the way his eyes skipped over your face as if he tried to memorize every little Halloween make-up covered crease and pore.

It was only when you reached for the last colour, that you couldn’t take it anymore, and for a moment your eyes flickered up to his. That was when you froze. Your face was only inches away from his, and his eyes were taking you in with a sense of wonderment and…

“Your pupils are huge,” you whispered, not sure if you had meant to say that out loud.

Gerard blinked a few times before he answered, speaking just as lowly as you. “They are?”

You nodded with an affirmative hum. Somehow it was impossible to look away. It was as if Gerard was pinning you in place with his stare.

“Did you know our pupils dilate up to 55% when we look at someone we love?”

His words were but a breath in the silence between you. There was the humming of the neon tube of the bathroom lights, and the hammering of your heart in your ears, and Gerard’s stupid little fun fact, that almost made your heart stop as you wondered how wide your pupils were right now. Certainly dilated beyond normal. He could absolutely tell you felt attracted to him just by looking into your eyes alone.

But before you had time to realise that the statement was true for him as well, that his pupils were dilated because he looked at someone he loved, and the person he looked at was you, he had already closed the last inches between you, and pressed his lips to yours.

A quiet sound of surprised escaped you, before you dropped the eyeshadow pallet you had been holding into the sink, and wrapped your hands into his hair, kissing him back.

How often had you dreamt about this moment, of kissing Gerard? Far more often than you wanted to admit even to yourself. And you had certainly not imagined it to happen while you both were wearing layers and layers of carefully applied Halloween make-up.

His lips tasted powdery from the colours you had used, but when he kissed you deeper, a note of coffee and indescribable sweetness overwhelmed your senses, making you dizzy. As if Gerard had felt the reaction his kiss had on you, he brought his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and kissing you harder. His body was soft and warm against yours, his clothes smooth under your hands. As you ran your fingers from his hair down his neck, you could feel tiny goosebumps rising underneath your fingertips, and he shivered, before he kissed you even harder.

He knew exactly what he wanted, you realised, as you let him take complete control over the kiss. He moved as if he had planned every single moment of this, as if he had imagined kissing you just as often as you had imagined kissing him. Both of his hands were placed at your waist now, pulling you in as close as possible, until your hip was flush to the cold porcelain of the sink he was seated on. His legs were on either side of you, not quite wrapped around you yet, just pressed to your side, warm, strong, stabilising you on your wobbly knees and keeping you close. You did not stop kissing until both of you were out of breath, but eventually, your lungs aching for oxygen, you pulled away.

Only then it really hit you, what had just happened. Gerard had kissed you, as if his life depended on it. Confused and shocked you stumbled a step back, taking in the man before you. His eyes were wide as he nervously tried interpreting your expression. A soft blush shimmered through the white powder, and the colour you so carefully had applied to his face was smeared around his lips in a mixture of the eyeshadow you had used for him, and your lip-gloss. He really did look like a Zombie who had just made out with someone with blue lipstick. If you could have seen your reflection in the mirror behind Gerard, you would have found you did not look much different.

With his feet dangling in the air, a few inches over the ground, Gerard watched you closely, as you blinked a few times in irritation and surprise before you carefully spoke up.

“What was that for?”

You could still taste him on your lips and tongue, the coffee and the sweetness, something so typically him and at the same time so much different from what you had imagined him to taste like.

Gerard gulped audibly at your question and averted his eyes embarrassedly. Fiddling around with the sleeves of his jacket, he took a deep breath, before looking up at you again.

“I know I hurt you by trying to distance myself from you recently,” Gerard suddenly blurted out. “I tried to convince myself that I wasn’t actually in love with you. But I am. And I’m sick of pretending I’m not.” His voice shook slightly as he talked, his still darkened eyes, pupils blown impossibly wide, staring at you, pleading you to understand. “I’m sorry if it makes things weird between us, but I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not. And I just happen to be someone who’s totally, head over heels, helplessly in love with you.”

His words took a moment to register for you, took a few seconds for you to understand them before you could reply.

“It doesn’t have to be weird,” you told him, stepping back closer.

Slowly you brought a hand up to his face, careful not to destroy the make-up you had made such an effort of applying. Immediately he snuggled into your touch, his eyes not leaving yours, until you moved forward and pressed your lips to his again, shorter, sweeter this time, but with just as fast beating heart.

Gerard’s eyes fluttered closed at the contact, and his lips pulled into a smile. When you leant back again, you took a closer look at his face once more. His cheeks were pink underneath the white make-up, making him look more alive than he was supposed to look.

“I’m in love with you too,” you whispered into the narrow space between you, making him smile. “So, so much.”

You weren’t sure if you had ever seen Gerard smile as brightly as he did in that moment. His face was all crunched up, teeth showing, eyes glimmering happily. With a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh he nudged his nose against yours, before he pulled you into a hug. His arms around you, his chest against yours, his nose buried in your hair were so familiar, so well known, and yet at the same time something entirely new. Before, when he had hugged you, it had been quick, casual good-bye hugs. But now he lingered, deeply inhaled the scent that clung to your hair as you tightened your arms around him.

When you eventually pulled away, you brushed your finger over his lips, spreading the colour which your kiss had left a little more evenly, before you gave him a nod.

“You’re all good to go,” you let him know. “The perfect Halloween look.”

Gerard grinned and shimmied off the sink he had been sitting on, watching you as you put away the products and utensils you had used. From the corner of your eyes you could see Gerard biting his lower lip, and almost you would have scolded him for endangering the face paint you had applied so carefully, but he spoke up quicker.

“Is it too bold to ask you to be mine?”

Surprised you looked up at him, before you smiled again and stepped closer to Gerard. Immediately his hands came up to your waist, and you could not help but feel like it was a motion he had waited for ages to be allowed to do.

“It’s not,” you whispered and softly pecked his lips again, intertwining your fingers with his.

Together you walked over to the door, and as you unlocked it, you couldn’t help but think about how about thirty minutes ago you had stepped in here, thinking Gerard might have enough of you. Turning around to him, it seemed as if he had read your thoughts, because his eyes met yours and he lifted your hand up, pressing his lips to your knuckles, the expression on his face an almost dreamy, happy smile. He didn’t have to put it into words, with the way he was looking at you now, to eradicate all doubt, but you could see it in his eyes: the promise to never pull away from you again.

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