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Nobody does Halloween episodes better than Bob’s Burgers

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First Meetings// Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader Pt.2

A/N -

It’s finally spooky season!! I’m so excited to get back into writing my favorite horror characters/villains, especially Billy. So here’s the next chapter in my Billy/Fem!Reader story. Enjoy!

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You’re busy working behind the counter at your job helping various customers ring up their groceries when you’re not busy stocking shelves and helping your coworkers. Magically, as if she heard your thoughts, your friend Emily appears at your side with a sly grin.

“Hey girl, how’s it going?”

“People are annoying and I’m hungover because my best friend dragged me out to a wild party last night, but other than that - I’m great!” You add sarcastically.

“Hmm, speaking of that party, Josh told me that you met Stu’s friend.”

“Billy?” The name rolls off your tongue easily, and you flush at Emily’s knowing smirk. “What about him?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just happy to see you interested in dating again!”

“Okay, first of all - I’m not dating anyone. Secondly, I don’t even know this guy. For all I know, he could be a complete jackass.”

“Josh mentioned how he and Stu are close friends, can’t be all bad,” Emily shrugs as she finishes her sentence and begins to walk toward the back of the store, “Oh, and they’re coming here in like ten minutes.”

Your head snaps up just in time to watch your friend retrieve behind a wall, “What!?” You holler at her, “Emily, tell me you’re joking!”

“Sorry!”

No no no, you start to panic at the thought of potentially running into the cute stranger last night at your job, with your hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and that hideous uniform you had to wear when working, you looked like a mess!

Sure enough, ten minutes later and a car pulls into the parking lot and you gape out the window as Billy slides out of the car and starts for the store. “Shit shit shit,” you mutter as he enters the building and immediately comes right toward you behind the counter, a cocky grin thrown your way for added measure.

“Hey there, Y/N,” he greets you and, holy shit, he remembered your name? Course, maybe Emily reminded him.

“Oh, hey… Billy, right?”

He leans in toward you, “Oh come on, don’t act like you already forgot.”

“What? You think I’ve just been thinking about you this entire time?”

“Have you?”

Your gaze drops to his lips that were tantalizing close to your own, fuck, and you knew he’d know you’re lying. “Maybe.”

Suddenly, Stu’s voice booms from somewhere behind Billy and you jump out of the trance you’d been under while staring into Billy’s dark eyes and glance behind at him. “Where’s the Halloween section here?”

“Two aisles down, you can’t miss it.” Your boss had gone all out this year, with various decorations and creepy masks, plus a plethora of candy and costumes.

“You coming?” He asks Billy, who shakes his head and tells his friend to go ahead without him. After Stu’s gone, his gaze returns to you and he smirks.

“So,” he starts and your brow raises.

“So?”

“You’ve been thinking about me?”

“Have you?” You ask, adding, “Thought about me?” It’s more bold than you ever imagined yourself to be but when his eyes darken as he takes you in, shitty uniform and all, you weren’t expecting the serious answer to come from his mouth that did.

“…I haven’t been able to stop.”

That heated gaze meant trouble, but luckily for you, that was just the right amount of trouble you’d been looking for.

You just hadn’t been expecting that Billy’s kind of trouble would soon involve murder and chaos that would upend your life and leave you in a fight to save your friends lives too.

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bad idea, right? // Billy Loomis x Reader

“God this place is crowded.” Your friend groans out from somewhere behind you. You were eager to agree with her while you slide on top of a barstool, fingers tapping the sticky bar counter while waiting to order drinks.

The night out of partying had been unexpected but welcomed in your eyes. You definitely needed to chill out and get drunk for once in your life. Or at least that’s what everyone always told you.

So that’s how you found yourself at this overcrowded and chaotic bar, wearing a tight little black dress that was way too short than you were used to. It rides up your thighs when you sit down and with a sigh, you tug the hem down as much as the fabric would allow.

But after two rum and coke’s you were feeling much better and even let your more wild friend drag you with her to the dance floor. You laugh and sway your hips, feeling good to let loose for the night.

You danced with her for a good while, but she soon got distracted by a random stranger and you watch on as she gets swept up in muscular arms and tanned skin, a twinge of jealousy irking you.

You reach the bar again, trying, but failing desperately to get the busy bartender’s attention so you could order a third drink. You were just about to give up when a gruff voice from beside you says, “You should try being a bit more aggressive.”

You weren’t asking for advice but something inside you compels you to reply with a, “Is that so?”

The voice belonged to a man that looked to be your age you notice when you glimpse at him. The next thought that popped in your brain was how incredibly hot this guy was.

He offers you a sly grin before hollering for the bartender, ordering two drinks and two shots.

You quirk a brow when a glass of rum and coke comes your way down the counter, followed by a shot of tequila. “Trying to get me drunk?”

“Will you stay here if I say yes?”

Without answering, you tap his shot glass and knock back the liquor, wincing as it burned down your throat before dropping the glass back to the countertop. “God, I hate tequila.”

You reach for your more liked rum and coke, taking a long sip as your new friend laughs to himself. “I hope I got your drink right.”

You were a little taken aback that he had in fact gotten it right. “Yes.”

“Was that a yes to your drink or yes you’ll stay?”

He was smirking now, that smugness making you feel all sorts of things as you wiggle on the bar stool. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out.”

“Well you haven’t gotten up and left yet, so…”

That was true. Plus it wasn’t like you could turn down a free drink. So with a discreet smile, you take another sip. “My name’s Y/N.”

“Billy.” He answers.

You felt yourself unable to stop staring at him.

Not only was he hot, but he also had this bad boy vibe mixed with a little bit dangerous that made you oddly attracted to him as you move in closer. “Here alone?” You ask him, feeling a rush of confidence thanks to the liquor coursing through your veins.

“Nah, my friend is here somewhere dancing.”

“Likewise. Guess that leaves you and me.”

“Something tells me you don’t mind that.”

You duck your head when a pretty blush creeps up your face. You distract yourself by taking another long swig of your drink, finally answering with a simple, “Maybe.”

“Something also tells me that you’re here to get some revenge.”

You turn back to him, shocked. Had you been that obvious? “The dress, the attitude, not telling me to take a hike,” Billy continues, pointing out every single dutiful aspect of your revenge scheme, almost like he had been there with you earlier picking out the outfit.

“So what’d he do?”

“Fucked my friend.” You admit honestly.

“He’s an idiot.” You nod in agreement, finishing off your drink with a sigh. “Well then you deserve to have some fun.”

“That’s what everyone tells me.”

“So when was the last time you had any?”

Your brow raises. The smirk on his face implied that he was no longer referring to just plain fun as he leans against the bar, watching you.

“Too long.”

His eyes run down your body slowly then back up to find you waiting expectantly for a response. “I could help change that, if you want.”

Oh you wanted. You shift in your seat, squeezing your thighs together, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Billy.

“Yes.”

—

Your entire body was on fire with need as Billy pushes you backwards onto his bed and climbs on top of you. You had lost your dress and bra somewhere along the way, maybe between the front door and his bedroom but you didn’t really care of the whereabouts.

Not when Billy was kissing you hard, tongue sweeping into your mouth as you’re dragged from your thoughts and back to the present.

Your hands fly to his hair as you moan and open your mouth, tasting the liquor he’d been drinking earlier at the bar.

You roll your hips against him, moaning again at the contact. “How long’s it been?” Billy asks and leans up slightly, hands running down your body as you think for a second.

“… Erm, a month?”

“Was he good?”

“He wasn’t terrible.”

Billy quirks a brow, that damn smirk returning to his lips as you grind against him. “Ringing endorsement, Y/N.”

Your name on his lips has you moaning, hips bucking as his fingers glide down between your thighs then back up again, purposefully ignoring your whine of protest when he didn’t go right to where you desperately wanted him.

“He was decent.” You offer again, muscles twitching at his low chuckle while his hands slide back up to your chest, fingers brushing against your nipples.

“Yeah?” Billy questions, “What’d he do that was so exciting for you? Was it his tongue, or was it his fingers?”

“Fingers I guess.” You answer quickly, shrugging. “He wasn’t into… y’know.”

“What a shame.” He mutters, lips finding your neck as he presses sloppy kisses from your throat to your collarbone, tongue sliding across your skin. His fingers dance back down your stomach, asking, “Was he even good at fingering you?”

The words have you moaning, coupled with Billy’s expert fingers running down your thighs and back up again, toying with the lace edge of your panties. “Hmm? How wet did you get for him?”

You were incapable of thinking about your previous boyfriend but what you did know was that Billy’s questions alone already had you incredibly wet and he hadn’t even really touched you fully yet.

Your hips grind against his fingers, but when you don’t answer, he stops out of the blue. You whine again, eyes opening to glare up at him.

“You can take these off, you know.” You were referring to your underwear, and he chuckles again.

“Oh I know. A little eager, aren’t we?” He taunts you with a smirk, his fingers skating under the band of your panties, discovering just how wet you were already.

You whimper when he withdraws his fingers after a second. “Did you get this wet for your ex boyfriend?”

“I don’t think you did,” Billy adds, answering for you since all you could coherently do was groan out a curse. “I think you like it like this. You like being talked to, you like being told to wait.”

“Fuck,” You moan again, the heat growing in your stomach making it hard to concentrate on anything but that. You had never wanted to be utterly ravaged like this before.

“Am I right, Y/N? Did he ever get you this wet before?”

“No.” You admit, shaking your head.

Instead of responding, he kisses you again, then down your neck, down down until he finds your breasts and kisses patterns across them, tongue flicking against your nipples.

You moan, hips bucking, fingers tightening in his hair as his mouth moves down your body, licking and sucking on every inch of your skin.

He groans when he reaches your underwear, helping to take them off of you before carelessly tossing them to the floor by his bed.

You weren’t expecting the first lick of his tongue against your exposed clit, a rush of moans and curses falling from your lips. He leans back and chuckles, pressing soft kisses all along your thighs.

“Your boyfriend didn’t like going down on you?”

His voice was a mixture of annoyance and judging as his tongue darts back out to flick against your clit again, your moans sounding like music to his ears as he laps at your wet folds.

“Oh, fuck,” You groan out when he increases his pace, hips bucking against him. A loud cry is ripped from your throat, back arching as you squirm and moan Billy’s name.

His tongue circles your sensitive bud, flicking it as your cries grow more louder and desperate for release. Your hips roll once then twice, crashing forward as a spasming tremor hit you, flowing out in a hot wave as you fall back on the bed and attempt to catch your breath.

Billy crawls back up your body, pulling you in for a kiss after your first orgasm. His tongue slides across your bottom lip, swallowing your breathless moan as you taste yourself.

Thank god you came out tonight.

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Late Night// Michael Myers x Fem! Reader

There was something so exciting about testing Michael’s limits for you, curious to see how far you could tease and prod before he lost all control and let his primal desires take over.

One night, however, you found out exactly what happens when you poke the bear a little too much and were left with the marks to prove it.

It was any typical night really, you were lying on your couch, a book in hand, when Michael stormed into your house through the backdoor, eyes dark and narrowed as he turns his glare to you.

You knew that look, and when he looked like that, well, there was only one way to describe it - he was pissed. He forcefully slams the butcher knife on your coffee table, causing you to jump slightly from the raw show of anger.

You still couldn’t help but tease him though.

“Bad night, dear?”

You could only see his eyes through the holes in the white mask but you could tell that the rest of his face was scowling at your bad taste of teasing him. Especially when he was this angry, when he was this close to losing all sense of control.

But for you, that was when things got so damn interesting. Him angry made for some of the best, and roughest, sex you ever had. Just the thought alone of his large and powerful hands on every single inch of your body had you squirming on the couch in anticipation.

He cocks his head, clearly understanding what you were thinking as he crooks his finger and gestures for you to stand from the couch.

But you refused. Well, you didn’t flat out refuse his request but you also didn’t exactly give in right away either. You sat there on the couch with a sly grin, wanting to see how long he would put up with that before he took control.

His head tilts again, confused by your denial to come to him. He points at you, then to your closed bedroom door, signaling that he wanted to go there with you. Now.

“That’s okay, you can go ahead and lie down, but I’m not very sleepy.”

You could tell Michael was glaring down while you flipped through your book, hardly paying attention to the words anymore. You knew he was more than capable of making you get up and come with him to your bedroom. Hell, he wasn’t afraid of fucking you right there on that couch if you refused to get up, he’d done it before. He’d fuck you against the wall if that’s what it took.

He nudges your foot once then twice, making you glance up just in time to see the book you weren’t reading get ripped out of your hands and thrown forcefully across the room, landing against the wall with a loud thud.

It seemed he had reached his limit.

His calloused hand grabs yours in a tight grasp as he all but yanks you off the couch and you slam against his hard chest.

Your arousal began to grow at the sight of him glaring at you through the mask. “Couldn’t say please?”

His other hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling hard as you gasp. Fuck. Though you couldn’t deny this was what you had wanted the first moment he came back.

He releases your hand and brings his own up to your face, his thumb dragging on your lower lip. Your eyes lock as his grip tightens on your face.

Before you could even react, your back hits something cold and hard - a wall. You could just barely recall him angrily ripping his mask off before his lips claim yours in a bruising kiss.

His hands grip at your waist, moving upwards to find your breasts as his tongue delves into your mouth, swallowing every single noise you reward him with.

His lips move down to your neck, leaving a trail of hot and sloppy kisses against your skin as your head lolls back, moaning his name.

He was biting and licking, sure to leave a mark with his teeth and you were certain you felt a smirk on his lips when his hands move down and roughly grab at your thighs, lifting you easily as your legs slide around his waist.

Apparently he was more than ready to fuck you against this wall like you thought. You whine at the feel of his hard cock pressing against you, legs tightening at every teasing roll of his hips.

“Fuck, Michael, please.”

You feel him shake his head, seemingly getting his own sense of revenge on you. He was gonna drag this out as long as he could but you knew it also wouldn’t be long before your clothes were torn off and as if reading your mind, he reaches up and uses the wall to support you while his hands rip off your shirt.

You grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact it only seems to make him rock against you faster as he hums out a low groan in response.

You yelp loudly when, out of nowhere, he tightens his hold and takes you away from the wall, carelessly tossing you back on to the couch. You land with an, “Oopmh,” and watch as he towers over you.

Yeah, late nights with Michael Myers were definitely always the best.

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First Meetings// Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader

The first time you met Billy Loomis was at a party that Stu Macher was throwing.

It was a Saturday night like any other. Your friend Emily had begged and pleaded with you to come along with her and another longtime friend of yours - Josh, to this wild party that Stu was hosting. Josh and Stu were buddies, and since Emily and Josh were dating - you felt obligated to tag along.

Plus, you didn’t have any other plans for the night anyway.

So after a long day of work, you went home, showered and changed into a cute black party dress. It was cut a little shorter than your usualstyle, but you liked that. So, after a quickglance over at yourself in the mirror, you head for the door and open it, making sure to be quiet as you crept down the stairs.

You weren’t sure why you still felt as if you hadto sneak out of your parents house. You were a twenty-one year old - old enough to know wrong and right, certainly old enough to drink in a bar without a fake id and obviously old enough to be able to leave and go hang out with some friends without telling your parents first.

But yet… you still found yourself sneaking out to your car with a sigh. It took less than twenty minutes to arrive at Stu’s house, and once you did, you found that quite a few other people had already arrived.

Emily, having arrived before you, made a dash over to your car once she spotted you. She had a red solo cup in her one hand, the other she threw around your shoulder, “You made it!”

“Yeah, seems I’m a little late.”

“Nah, the party just started.”

She leads you inside the house, practically dragging you to the liquor table. You grab your own solo cup and pour some punch into it.

“So where’s Josh?”

“Over there somewhere.” Emily gestures off in the direction of the patio, “Talking to Stu and some other guys.”

You take a sip of the punch. “I should go say hi.”

“Be my guest. I’ll be there in a second.”

You nod and make your way over to the open patio, finding Josh outside like Emily said he’d be, along with Stu and a few other people you didn’t know. “Oh, look who it is.” Josh greets you with a grin and side hug when you walk over to him.

“Staying out of trouble?”

“Always.”

You laugh, shrugging out of his embrace. Stu Was watching you both with a grin of his own.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time no see.”

“Right back at ya, Stu.”

One of the other guys that was hanging outside had stood, garnering your attention when you looked over at him. The first thing you noticed about him was his muscles, the next was his glorious messy hair that you wanted to run your fingers through.

His dark eyes land on you as he makes his wayover, muttering something to Stu as he heads back inside the house.

Something inside you felt a deep urge to follow him into the house, but when Josh grabs your arm and leads you further away, you push those thoughts down and focus on the party.

—

It wasn’t until an hour later did you run into that guy again. This time he was by himself in the kitchen, sipping out of a solo cup as he leaned against the sink. Once he spotted you, his lips curled into a smirk. “We meet again.”

You awkwardly enter the kitchen, trying like hell to play it cool. “Yeah.”

“You can come in further, I don’t bite.” He was referring to the fact that you were hanging out in the doorway, and you mentally curse yourself for how stupid that looked.

“Good to know.”

“I mean, unless you want me to.”

You blush at the mere thought. “Right.”

“So, whatcha drinking?”

“That god awful punch.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that’s why I stick to a go to. It’s always better than some random punch.”

He plucks a bottle of vodka off the counter that had been hiding behind his back, wiggling it in the air invitingly. “Want some?”

You eagerly hold out your solo cup, watching as he pours you a decent amount. “Thanks.”

“Cheers.” He clinks his cup against yours. It didn’t take long for you both to knock back your drinks and shortly after, this guy was pouring you another one.

“Trying to get me drunk?”

“Not at all. Just figured you wanted another.”

Well, he was right. “Thanks.”

“So what’s your name?”

You pause to sip your drink, then say, “Y/N.”

“Nice name.”

You notice he doesn’t offer up his own name.

But not wanting to be rude, you don’t ask him for it. Clearly he didn’t want you to know it.

Probably had a girlfriend.

Shit, why did that thought bother you?

“You blanking out on me here?”

His voice breaks your reverie, and you chuckle, “Sorry. Just thinking about things.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Whatcha thinking about? Me?”

His brazen statement has your eyes rolling. Even though he was sort of right. “No.” Lie.

“Your boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

You take note of how he sort of seemed relieved to hear that. “A pretty thing like you should.”

“You think I’m pretty?”

His smirk returns. “Among other things.”

You wanted to ask what the other things were, but as soon as you start to, a few other people enter the kitchen, and you watch as he slowly makes his way over to you.

Your eyes widen when he bends his head, lips brushing against your ear. Your heart was racing so fast, you were sure he noticed.

“My name’s Billy, by the way.”

He leans back, and your eyes locked on his lips.

You wanted him to kiss you so badly.

“See you around, Y/N.”

And just like that, he was gone.

But little did you know, you’d see him again.

Like literally the next day at work.

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Jealousy // Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader

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You were wild that summer. Plenty of parties, plenty of binge drinking, plenty bad decisions.

One of which was currently peppering your chest with sloppy drunk kisses while you sat on the counter during another wild party.

Jeff… er… Jack - whatever the case, slammed you on top of the cold counter a few minutes ago after sharing a couple of dances and drinks.

His breath was hot against your skin as his lips moved back up to capture yours once again.

“This the best you can do after me?”

A familiar voice has you breaking the kiss, and you turn to face the one guy you could never have. (Well, you’ve had him plenty of times, but it never went beyond more than a hot hookup.)

Billy Loomis stood in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest as he shot you and what’s his name a glare. Jealousy was always a good look on him. His warm eyes a shade darker as he watched this guy, this fucking wannabe Brad Pitt with his hands all over you in his kitchen. The same kitchen where just last month was the spot where you two spent the better half of the night fucking away all your issues and problems in life. And here you were - getting groped right in front of him.

Jeff or Jack (whatever), takes a step back from you and frowns. “You never mentioned that Billy was your boyfriend.”

“He’s not.” You state it while staring directly at your on again-off again fuck buddy.

“No, I just fucked her over there,” Billy motions to the dining table, “Last month for shits and giggles. Was fun though, right Y/N? Must’ve been, seeing as how we didn’t stop there.”

Jeff/Jack awkwardly shifts his eyes to the floor. “ I think I better go.”

“Good choice.”

You scoff. “No, you don’t need to leave.”

“I think you and Billy need to talk things out.”

And with that, Jeff/Jack makes a quick escape out of the kitchen, leaving you and Billy alone. He smirks and takes a few steps closer.

You stayed still on the counter. “You gonna chase away all the guys I wanna date?”

“You weren’t on a date just now.”

“We could’ve went out on a date tomorrow.”

“Oh? Even though we both know you’re never planning on seeing him again after tonight?”

“And why’s that?”

“Because you don’t even know his name.”

During this little back and forth, Billy had managed to step in front of you with a smirk. There was a sort of dark thrill with having someone like him giving you so much attention.

“Pretty low, you know. Hooking up with some other guy in my house. In my kitchen.”

Your eyes narrow. “Not any lower than your little scene out there with that blonde.” That was what had started you seeking out solace in that other guy in the first place. Watching Billy getting practically dry fucked on the dance floor by some strange blonde had sent you over the edge and left you wanting to get revenge.

To make Billy feel the same pain you felt.

“You told me to move on, Y/N, just last week.”

“And you sure did just as that, didn’t you?”

There’s a long pause as Billy stares at you. Then he finally says, “Not exactly. Sure, I might have flirted a little but that’s it, Y/N. You’re the one who’s been on my mind, no one else. I want you.”

You felt your resolve start to crumble as Billy followed his sweet talk up with one of his hands cupping your cheek. “You say that.”

“I mean that. Do you really doubt it?”

Before you could answer him, Billy decides to show you that actions speak louder than words and does so by pulling you in for a kiss. Unlike the other guy, Billy didn’t start the kiss out slow and sweet, only to gradually build in intensity, no, Billy’s kiss was rough and messy, tongue plunging inside your mouth with a groan.

“I want you too.” You mutter against his mouth, feeling his lips curl into a smirk as his hands coast their way down your waist. Course, Billy already knew this. You weren’t exactly the best at being subtle here.

He pops off the buttons to your silk blouse in a matter of seconds, his touches so thrilling that you don’t even bother in chiding him for it. The blouse slips off your shoulders and lands somewhere behind you on the counter.

Your hands delve underneath his white shirt, pulling it up his back and off. “Bedroom?” You whisper while his lips trail to your collarbone.

There was a party going on twenty feet away after all. And you didn’t need nor want someone drunkenly stumbling in on you and Billy going at it on the countertop. “Here’s fine.”

You pull back slightly, eyes narrowing.

“Uh-uh, no way. What if someone walks in?”

“You weren’t too worried about that earlier.” His mouth leaves your throat in favor of nipping at your ear, tugging on the earlobe as he says it. “I walked in on you and that jackass.”

His grip tightens when he mentions the guy. Fingers digging into your hips as he bites hard, marking you. “Wasn’t planned.” You gasp out.

“Neither was this.”

“Billy, come on.”

His hands drop as he steps back. He looked annoyed as he glared at you. “So you’ll let some creep you don’t even know fuck you during a wild party but not me. Someone you do know.”

“I wouldn’t have let him-“

“No? Looked like he was getting pretty far.”

“Like you and your little blonde out there?” You hop off the counter with a glare of your own. “And how dare you talk to me like that?”

“I wasn’t almost fucking that blonde, Y/N.”

“Looked like you were getting pretty far.” You repeat his earlier sentence.

“So you can move on but I can’t? You can flaunt around town, acting as if we weren’t a thing just last month while I have to suffer?”

“You weren’t suffering earlier with that blonde.”

“ENOUGH about that FUCKING BLONDE!” Billy exclaims, and you jump when he bangs his fist on the counter. You had never seen him look so pissed off before. It was a little startling.

Having seen your reaction to his outburst, Billy mutters, “Shit, baby, I’m sorry,” and reaches for you.

You shake your head, stepping back slightly.

“Don’t.” You say with a sigh and walk away.

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JAMIE LEE CURTIS as Laurie Strode in HALLOWEEN (1978) dir. John Carpenter

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A Halloween Awakening - Part 2 - Michael Myers/Reader

A/N - Thank you to @yourrdarling and everyone else who gave this story some love! I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

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You’d been hiding for what felt like hours inside this little guarded off building Steve had pointed out while you were on the run from Michael Myers.

Jesus. Michael Myers.

For years you’ve heard the stories, heard the rumors, been told time and time again to don’t stay out too late on Halloween night or else the boogeyman was going to get you.

Of course, you always usually just associated the stories with a parental control, with parents telling their rowdy teenagers that Michael Myers was lurking in the shadows to make sure they wouldn’t stay out partying too late.

But Michael Myers wasn’t just a rumor or a ghost story, he was very much real and very much alive. “You think he’s gone?”

Steve’s question draws you out of your thoughts and you glimpse out the small dirty window beside the door. Nothing.

“I don’t see him.”

“Who exactly was that?”

Your brows furrowed as you turned back to face Steve, “You’re joking, right?”

“No, I mean, do you know who that guy was? You… said his name.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “That was Michael Myers. Our local psychopath.”

Recognition dawns on Steve’s face and he nervously wobbles on his feet. “Oh.”

“Wait - how do you not know about Michael Myers?”

“…I just moved here.”

“So when you said earlier ‘Welcome to Haddonfield’, you literally meant that because you haven’t lived around here for a while.”

“Yeah, heh,” He chuckles, “I guess I should have done more research about the town before moving.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure real estate agents don’t disclose whether or not the town has had a masked madman in it’s history.”

“Probably not something they specialize in, eh?”

“Definitely not.” You say with a giggle. “This is a great town, you know? Except near Halloween. Most people in this town try not to think about it, about him, some just see it as an urban legend of sorts, a scary story to tell to people to scare the shit out of them.”

“But that’s not the case.”

“Y’know, I used to think of him as just that - a spooky story that didn’t really mean anything. I assumed like a lot of other people in this town that Michael Myers was dead.”

Your eyes widen and you hurry to the door while Steve follows, “What are you doing?”

“We need to get to the police station, we need to warn everyone about this.”

“And what if he’s still out there waiting for us?”

You stare at the outside through the window then turn back to Steve, “The police station isn’t any longer than fifteen minutes from here. If we run, we can make it.”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

—

The police station was vacant with the exception of three cars in the parking lot when you and Steve finally made it there.

Your nerves were on high alert and you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder every few seconds to check and make sure that you weren’t being followed.

“You ready to do this?” Steve asks you and you nod, taking a deep breath before pulling the door to the station open.

“We can’t let him hurt anyone else.” You whisper back to Steve as Sheriff Cooper makes his way over to you and Steve with a small smile.

“Y/N. It’s been a while.”

“I wish I could say this is a friendly visit, Sheriff, but it’s not.”

“What happened?”

Not wanting to waste any more time, you just jump right in from here, explaining everything that you were a witness to tonight.

“I was heading home from work earlier tonight and decided to take a shortcut and go down a different street than I usually do. When I rounded the street, I stumbled upon Steve,” You pause and motion to him while Sheriff Cooper nods, “He was in trouble.”

“In trouble, how?”

You share a look with Steve before turning back to Cooper, “Michael Myers.”

Cooper’s eyes narrow and he quickly glimpses around the station house as if to see if anyone was listening in to your conversation before turning back to you two while lowering his voice to a hushed whisper.

“I’m not in the mood for some sick joke tonight, Y/N, especially this close to Halloween.”

“It’s not a sick joke, Sheriff, it’s the truth. We saw Michael Myers. He attacked-“ Your eyes widen and you turn to Steve, “Oh my God, why didn’t you say anything? We need to get that fixed up.”

Steve lifts his arm, wincing as you gently pull the sleeve to his shirt up, revealing a nasty slash mark oozing with blood. “How the hell did this happen?”

“Michael-“

Cooper shushes you with a glare and shakes his head, “Michael Myers is dead. We don’t need you or anyone else stirring things up over him again.”

“Sir, with all due respect,” Steve interjects, taking a deep breath, “I may not know very much about this town or about Michael Myers, but I believe Y/N, okay? If it wasn’t for Y/N’s quick thinking, I’d be dead because that psycho was about to do a lot more than slice my arm open before Y/N stopped him.”

“Speaking of that, we need to get your arm cleaned and bandaged.” You say softly to Steve and he smiles.

“Paul, come over here for a second.” Cooper motions over another officer with a sigh, “Take Steve here and help him clean up his arm, he’s been stabbed.”

“Sir, shouldn’t we take him to a hospital?”

“Just do it.” Cooper orders and Paul nods quickly, invoking Steve to follow the second officer to get his arm taken care of, leaving you alone with Cooper.

“Covering up what happened to Steve tonight isn’t going to stop the inevitable, Sheriff.”

“And what is the inevitable, Y/N?”

“Michael Myers.”

“Our town has been peaceful for plenty of years now, with no worries whatsoever that Michael Myers is going to end up back here again. And now you come to me tonight and tell me that you saw him?”

“I did-“

“That’s enough.” Cooper snaps and it’s your turn to glare at him, “I don’t want to hear anything more about this. Now, Halloween is just two days away. And plenty of people are getting ready for that night with zero worries in their minds. I want to keep it that way.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Michael Myers was back in Haddonfield yet again and Cooper wanted nothing to do with it. What does he think is going to happen when someone else winds up running into Michael and gets a worser fate than just a little slashed arm?

“Y/N…” Steve calls your name from across the room when he notices you storming away from Sheriff Cooper and over to the door. “Wait up.” He says when you push the door open and head outside.

“That asshole isn’t going to do anything about Michael Myers.” You say immediately when Steve reaches up to you in the parking lot.

“Then let’s go to someone else. We’ll find someone who will help us stop Michael Myers.”

“Who? Who’s even going to believe us?”You frown and turn towards the street, “Thanks for coming with me, Steve.”

“Hey, I’m the one who’s supposed to be thankful here.” He says with a smile and steps closer to you, “You saved me.”

At that, you smile too and glance back at Steve, “Well, it was the least I could do.”

“You want me to walk you home? I mean, I’m sure you can take care of yourself but-“

“I appreciate that, Steve, but I’m fine. See you later.” You say and start heading down the street in the opposite direction that Steve was walking to.

…Never noticing that someone was following you.

-

He’d been watching you for a few minutes now, waiting silently behind a tree while you talked to that other man. It didn’t take him long to figure out that the man you were talking to was the same one you saved earlier tonight.

…The one who’s arm he stabbed.

If it hadn’t been for you interrupting and distracting him before, then he wouldn’t have to worry about disposing of him again.

But that’s okay. He enjoyed the chase, and you were sure giving him a good one.

The moment he saw you, he was… fascinated by you. He watched you while you worked, eyeing you through the big window as you helped customers by yourself while your two coworkers kept themselves busy in the back room.

Your coworkers. What a joke. The one blonde was a floozy that only cared about her looks and the guy… well, he wasn’t any better. But for some reason, you seemed to like him.

He watched as you two flirted back and forth at the counter, anger flaring at it. And maybe he took his anger out on your vehicles tires.

But when you saw him and ran away with that other man, the one he stabbed, he followed. He followed you to that rundown little building you hid inside, waiting for you to exit.

When you finally did, he followed you yet again, this time to the police station. He stood outside and waited until you left the station and when you did, he moved closer.

He watched as you said goodbye to that man and took off after you down the street. You were on high alert, he notices.

You kept glancing over your shoulder every few seconds, clearly to make sure that you weren’t being followed. But you apparently don’t notice when he slips behind a tree very quickly as you look behind yourself again.

It’s only until you come upon the street leading to your house do you pick up the pace and hurry forward, causing him to follow behind, careful not to draw attention to himself.

When you reach your home, and head inside, Michael stays outside, circling around the property to find you.

He does, but he only gets to stare at you for a few seconds before you shut the curtains without noticing the figure standing behind the tree in your backyard.

And so it begins…

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A Halloween Awakening - Michael Myers/Reader - Part 1

Halloween.

For many people in the world, that one little word struck happiness and excitement through their lives, with thoughts of candy, Halloween parties, and the one occasion where you could be literally anything you wanted to be for one night without worrying about your real identity.

But for some other people, mainly those of the residents of Haddonfield, Halloween usually struck a different chord in that small town. Fear.

And for one reason alone - Michael Myers.

—

It was a crisp, chilly fall day like any other. Colorful leaves fell off trees and drifted away onto streets and sidewalks, crunching underneath your heeled boots as you walked to your parked car in the driveway.

Halloween was just two days away and because of the holiday’s fast approaching date, last minute candy and costume needs were high demand where you worked.

It was a little shop just ten minutes from your house, that usually specializes in selling anything you could think of to grab at a regular grocery store but with cheaper prices. But, the main reason the shop did so well was it’s impressive stock of Halloween decorations, costumes, masks, and an even decent supply of candy.

They did it every year, making sure to keep up with new trends and new scary masks. It wasn’t the best job around, sure, but you needed the cash to pay rent so it was the only option for now.

You sigh and hurry inside your car, flicking the radio to a good station before pulling out of the driveway.

—

Work was slow. Half the day you spent by either stocking shelves or helping a few customers find costumes or candy while listening to them drone on and on about how they forgot to stock up sooner and that it was better late than never.

You just smiled and nodded along, pretending to be interested in the conversation all the while hoping a coworker would come along and help you get out of it.

That rarely happened though, seeing as how you only had two coworkers, Gina and Ben, and they were usually too busy sucking face in the back room to help you out with work.

But nevertheless, there were times when business slows down mid day and you were left to do whatever you wanted, which usually meant aimlessly wandering around the building, checking out the creepy Halloween masks and realistic costumes.

One costume catches your eye, a creepy clown one with a silver mask to match. You stare at it for a second or two before the sound of someone saying, ‘Anyone working?’ causes you to hurry out of the aisle and back to the counter where a familiar face waited.

“Billy.” You greet your, well not really friend, but, acquaintance, with a smile and glance at the items he placed on the counter.

A creepy mask, a fake bloody machete, a black cloak, and fake sharp claws. “Interesting costume.” You say while scanning the items.

“Can you guess what I’m going as?”

“A deranged, machete wielding, werewolf?”

Billy’s brows narrow, “Funny. I didn’t realize that you worked here, Y/N.”

“I’ve been here since we graduated high school.”

“I’ve never seen you here in those three years.”

“Didn’t realize you were looking for me.” You lean forward, elbows resting on the counter.

He doesn’t respond so you lean over and hand him a bag with his items in it and say, “See ya around, Billy”, before taking a look behind him to find Ben and Gina exiting the back room, both fixing their clothes.

“See you later.” Billy murmurs to you, and you turn your attention back to him, watching him walk away with a sigh.

“Did we miss anything?” Ben asks and sidles up next to you behind the counter.

“So you and princess are a ‘we’ now?” You ask and give a pointed look to Gina twenty feet away by a shelf.

“Careful, Y/N,” Ben teases, waggling a finger in your face, “Talk like that might make me start to think that you’re jealous.”

“It’ll be a cold day in hell before I’m ever jealous of her.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.” Is your response and you watch while Ben hops on the counter, evading your personal space purposely. You do your best to ignore him and roll your eyes, turning your attention to a random zigzag pattern on the floor below you.

“Y/N…” You feel him poke your shoulder again and again, before you had no choice but to engage with him.

“What?”

“I’m not dating Gina.” He leans forward to whisper to you and you quirk a brow.

“Is that so? And you felt the need to tell me this because?”

“Because,” He leans even closer, and your eyes drift to his lips, “I have a reputation. Don’t want people in this town thinking I’m getting soft and settling down.”

“Ohh, okay.” You whisper back with a chuckle, then look up, finding Gina glaring at you.

“Benny.” She calls him over with a fake smile and you watch as Ben hops off the counter and heads over to her, shrugging.

You watch for a few minutes as the two argue over God knows what, but when Gina drags Ben into an aisle, you roll your eyes and turn around, glimpsing out the window.

For a little while, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Leaves fell, people drove or walked by, birds chirped… it wasn’t until you notice a shape of someone standing near a tall tree down the road do you pay attention.

They were too far away to really get a good look at them, but you could tell that it was a man and that he wore what looked to be dark overalls.

A customer enters shortly after that, so your attention is taken away from the mysterious man but the image was still burned into your mind.

—

By the time you were getting ready to leave work, it was after six and already dark outside so you were always on high alert when walking to your car in the vacant parking lot.

This time however, you were really on alert when you were still thinking about that man standing next to the tree earlier. “Hey, Y/N, wait up.”

Ben’s voice makes you stop for a second and you glance back at him, “Yeah?”

“You okay? You seem a little quiet.”

“I’m just ready to go home and relax.”

You can’t help but feel like your being watched and nervously glance around, finding nothing there. “Y/N? What is it?”

“Nothing.” You turn back to him, “Listen, I gotta go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Ben nods, “Get home safe, okay? Lots of weird shit happens in this town around Halloween.”

“It’s not Halloween yet.” You say, though your earlier uneasiness was still there.

“Just be careful. Goodnight.” He says and waves to you before heading back inside the building to finish closing up.

“Night.” You whisper after Ben was already inside and turn back to your car, unlocking with a sigh as you glance behind yourself.

Any other time you’d roll your eyes and scoff at your paranoia, but, it wasn’t until you just happen to look down and find that the two tires on your side had been slashed.

Your eyes widen and you hurry over to the other side, finding that, yes, all four tires were slashed. “Oh God.”

You take a deep breath and spin around, finding that Ben must have went into the back room to get busy with Gina again and locked the door in the process.

“Shit.” You curse and turn to the street. It wasn’t exactly unlit, with the streetlights turned on and some neighboring house had their lights on.

Everything in you was screaming that this was a bad idea, but what choice did you have? So, with a reluctant sigh, you slowly make your way onto the sidewalk, glancing behind yourself every so often.

After about fifteen minutes, you round a corner and it wasn’t until that very moment did you realize how deep in trouble you really were.

Standing about twenty feet ahead, stood a tall figure, his back to you, a sharp knife in his hand, blood dripping from it, and you look down, seeing a man, who looked to be your age, cowering in fear on the street, hands raised up in surrender.

Then it hit you. Michael Myers. You needed to do something, needed to help this man. You take a few steps forward, causing Michael to glance over his shoulder, hand clenching over his knife.

He turns, takes a step forward away from the man on the street to face you.

“Michael.”

The name is barely said above a shaky whisper and yet, it seemed to be enough to make him stop mid-step, knife gleaming by his side in the moonlight.

“Michael.” You say again, this time a little more firmer and watch as he tilts his head at you. The terrified guy in front of you nervously glances at you, silently asking you for help as he stands closer to Michael than you do, and he was also obviously the intended target, not you.

But with Michael’s attention being drawn away from this man to you, you’re able to quickly motion the guy forward and help him scramble behind you, and it was only then did you notice that the stranger was bleeding from a cut on his arm.

“Let’s go!” The man screams out to you as Michael snaps out of the little trance you managed to put him in and slowly stalks towards you two again.

He grabs your hand and urges you to follow him and you have no other choice but to nod and trust this new stranger in your life to help you get the hell away from this madman with a knife.

And with one glance back, you find that Michael was still in hot pursuit of you two, seemingly catching up while still only walking, knife raised by his side menacingly.

“In here.” The stranger whispers to you after a few minutes of running and motions you to duck inside a dark building that was guarded off by a rusty fence.

Reluctantly, you hurry behind the man and watch as he quickly climbs over the fence and hops over, waiting for you to do the same. “By the way,” He whispers again as you climb up the fence, “My name’s Steve.”

Awkward time to be exchanging names with someone but here you were, almost laughing at the ridiculous timing, “Y/N.” You whisper back and hop over the fence, thankful when Steve catches you so you don’t fall. “I’d say ‘nice to meet you’, but we really aren’t meeting under great circumstances.”

“Welcome to Haddonfield, right?”

You start to respond, but stop when you hear footsteps close by, “We need to get out of here.” You whisper again and Steve nods, gently grabbing your hand to lead you further away from the fence. One thought rings through your mind though as you and Steve quietly make your way to safety.

It wasn’t even Halloween yet.

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Love On A Friday

Friday the 13th was understandably unsettling.

The rumors, the myths, the urban legends, whatever you choose to believe about the date, no one can deny the creepy events that have happened at a certain location on that day.

Camp Crystal Lake.

The name conjures up images of a hockey-mask wearing serial killer for many people, but for you, it was nothing more than just an old-school campground that no one hardly visited anymore.

That is until you and three of your friends decided to camp there for a week of fun and relaxation.

The first day had gone off without a hitch, you and your friends had fun going swimming, exploring the woods, you even had a nice cookout later in the evening.

But, as night fell, and the sun disappeared, one of your friends, Kelly, had requested s'mores, so her boyfriend, Mark, and your other friend, Chad, had set up a campfire near the cabins and you all roasted marshmallows and told spooky stories, while passing around a bottle of vodka.

After a while, once the s'mores had been eaten and you all had cleaned up, the story-telling had taken a turn, and the name Jason Voorhees popped up in the conversation.

"You guys ever heard the true story of this place?" Chad starts after a few minutes, "About Jason Voorhees?"

"Ughh, too many times to count." Kelly replies, then stands from the log, "So, sorry to break up the little inner circle here, but I'm heading to bed."

She heads off towards her and Mark's cabin, then disappears inside it, leaving Mark staring at her retreating form.

"Me too." Mark says after a few minutes, and you laugh at how giddy he almost seems at the prospect of being alone with Kelly. He acted as if he never has been before.

Course, it was at a cabin, so, hey, maybe that added to it.

"See ya guys later."

"Have fun." You chuckle and watch him hurry into their cabin. After a few minutes of watching the cabins, you sigh, "So..."

You turn back to Chad, to find that he was inching closer to you on the log, attempting to kiss you. Before he could, you turn your head quickly, his lips brushing against your cheek with a sloppy, drunk kiss.

"What are you doing?"

"C'mon, let's have some fun." He tries pulling you closer, but you keep leaning backwards.

"No, Chad, I don't feel that way about you."

He tries to kiss you again, then again, each time getting more and more aggressive, "I know you don't mean that."

Oh, fuck this.

When he slides a hand up your thigh, you push on his chest, knocking him off balance, causing him to fall off the log, "I fucking said no, you sick idiot."

With a huff, and a disgusted feeling washing over you, you head forward to your cabin, but are stopped short when a hand roughly grabs your shoulder, jerking you to a standstill.

"You bitch." He spats.

"I suggest that you get the fuck away from me, right now."

"You just wanna be a tease for years, flaunting it in my face, but never giving me any."

You try to walk away, but he wouldn't let you, fingers tightening on your arm. "Let go of me!"

"No, you're going to come over here, and give me what I want. You owe me. I've heard the stories, I know what you're good at."

"Okay, I'll give you exactly what you deserve, Chad."

With a lusty gaze down your body, Chad smirks and starts to pull you into his body... until you land a solid punch against his jaw and he releases you with a painful groan, clutching his jaw.

"Make sure to get every single detail right now, Chad. I want this to be a great story." You add with a coy smile, and start for your cabin again.

"Argh..."

"Oh, give it a rest, Chad. I didn't hit you that hard."

"...Aaahhh!"

A deafening screech emitting from Chad's lips has your eyes widening and you spin around, finding that he was being lifted up off the ground, a hand wrapped around his neck.

...The hand belonging to none other than... "Jason."

Without thinking, the name is uttered past your lips, invoking the man in question to glimpse over at you for a split second before turning back to the task at hand - squeezing the life out of Chad's lungs.

"Oh, shit." You hurry towards the cabins, pounding and screaming for Mark and Kelly. After a few agonizing seconds, Mark comes to the door, clad in only a pair of boxers.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Jason Voorhees is alive and he's outside, and I'm pretty sure he just killed Chad, and whether or not I'm upset about that, I don't know yet, but what I do know is that we need to get the fuck out of here. Where's your car keys?"

Your rambling has Kelly glancing at Mark, then back to you, eyes filled with concern, "Y/N, calm down, okay? Okay, Jason Voorhees is not real. He's a legend-"

"A myth, he's not real and he's not here at camp." Mark finishes for Kelly, and you look back at their blank stares.

"I know what I saw, okay? Jason killed Chad, he is alive and real, and he's going to try to kill us too if we don't get out of here!"

"Y/N, Jason Voorhees isn't real!"

Crash!

Chad's lifeless body comes flying through the window nearest to Mark, and you and Kelly scream, and Mark ushers you both to the door.

"I think he is." You say after a second, and Kelly whimpers as Jason sticks his head through the broken window, machete gleaming in the moonlight.

You were royally fucked. You were dead.

[slashersthings]

where’s it’s friday like it fucking matters

[slashersthings]

Found You - Siren head/Reader

You had always assumed that the legends were just that - legends. Rumors of a 40 foot tall humanoid thing stalking around the woods, screeching a siren noise, it was the stuff of nightmares, yes, but it wasn't true.

Right?

Nope, that wasn't the case for you. Unfortunately, being one for spooky stuff, you decide one night to explore the woods just outside your town after your family had gone to sleep. It seemed like a good idea at the time, it wasn't like anything was going to happen, right?

It was just a creepypasta, it wasn't real.

At least that's what you told yourself as you entered the dark, ominous woods later that night. Step after step, a chill starts to move down your neck, then your spine, until your whole body was shivering.

Whether from the wind or your unwarranted fear, you didn't know. What you did know was that it was late, cold, and that you were tired. But, you persist, continuing your trekk through the woods, ears perking at every little noise, almost like an animal.

...It was dead silent for a few seconds all of a sudden, like all the animals and creatures had suddenly stopped moving and making noise. The wind had stopped too, you noticed.

Usually that meant a tornado was about to appear, but, unluckily for you, it wasn't a tornado. No, a tornado, as destructive as one is, would have been a better alternative to whatever the hell this thing was standing a few hundred yards away from you in the dark.

...Then the noise starts. The typical sound that you'd hear if a tornado or strong storm or even if something else was about to happen, that was the warning noise that got played to alert the public that something was about to go down and to take shelter immediately.

But, the only thing that it was alerting you to was the freakishly tall figure emerging from the woods in front of you. "Holy shit!" You exclaim out of a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Siren head, you're real!"

There isn't a response, not surprising, but you still counting believe your eyes. The legend was true. He was real. And right in front of you.

The last thought connects to something in your brain and you finally realize that you should be running, so you take off in a flash, the deafening screech still behind you.

"I can't believe that I found you! That's awesome!" You yell over your shoulder to the creature, not sure why, but, hey, this was pretty cool.

Terrifying, but cool.

[slashersthings]

female horror character tribute with sweet but a psycho WHEN??

[slashersthings]

I’ve Got You

A/N - So... this isn’t my typical type of one shot that I upload on here but I just uploaded it to Ao3 and decided to do the same on here seeing as how I love these movies and can’t wait for the third one to be released. 👍😊

-

Life had a funny kind of way of remembering the worst night you’ve ever experienced and used this opportunity one day to make you relive that night in an equally terrifying moment.

As Lorraine weaved through the trees, her feet pounded against the various twigs and rocks that lied askew the ground below her as she ran further and further into the woods. “...Lorraine!”

She could make out Ed's voice a few yards back, his feet thumping the soft dirt as he hurried after her. She didn't know where exactly the vision she had was taking her, but Lorraine knew she needed to find out what happened to those girls.

Her heart was pumping as fast as her feet were running, her breath coming out in quick, short gasps. Ed was still following behind, his shoes crunching on the same sticks and leaves that she'd previously passed. "Lorraine!" The concern in his voice was evident, and she wanted to call back to him, tell him that everything's okay, that she was okay but she wasn't so sure of that herself at the moment.

She just took off sprinting full speed ahead without so much as a word, giving zero explanation as to what was happening.

...Or as to why she was running into nothingness... or so she thought.

The darkness around her suddenly disappeared and, Lorraine came upon a terrifying sight - a massive cliffside with a steep dropoff into the deep, dark blue water just below her shaky stance. Her feet felt wobbly as she teetered near the ledge, eyes wide and filled with tears as she gazed downwards at what was sure to be a quick demise for whoever slipped and fell.

"Lorraine?"

She turns to face Ed, a tiny sob escaping her as she finds him a few feet away, looking more scared than she's ever seen before, and the tears threatened to fall, "Ed." Just as his name is whispered past her quivering lips, a ghostly hand reaches out and grabs ahold of her leg, causing Lorraine to lose her balance and fall forward, her screams echoing around the woods.

As an unseen force starts pulling Lorraine towards the edge of the cliff, without hesitation, Ed jumps into action, rushing over to grab Lorraine's trembling hand as she starts slipping down the cliffside, "No!" His yell was panicked and fearful, and at the moment, they were both brought back to four years ago to that night at the Hodgson's house, the night he almost fell out that window trying to save Janet Hodgson. He and Janet both would've wound up falling if it hadn't been for Lorraine saving them both by grabbing Ed's arm and pulling them back inside the room to safety.

‘No, not again.’ Is the only thing Ed can think as he pulls Lorraine back towards him, 'I can't lose you.' The invisible force trying to pull her downwards wasn't giving up without a fight, but neither was he. They'd come too far for it to end like this. He wasn't losing her. "Ed..."

Her scared whimper has him tugging harder and, with one final pull, he jerks her towards him, and they land in a crumpled heap away from the ledge, both reaching for the other, tears falling and hearts beating a mile a minute, "It's okay, hon, I've got you." He murmurs as she squeezes him tightly.

"I was so scared." Lorraine cries as he rubs her back soothingly, "I don't know what happened."

"It's okay. You're safe now." He hoped and prayed that he was right about that.

"You saved me." She says after a few minutes and, despite the awful situation they just experienced, Ed couldn't help but chuckle, "What?"

"We seem to have a history in that area." Upon her confused stare, he explains, "Enfield? If you recall, we had a similar conversation about this same thing in an ambulance."

With a small smile, Lorraine nods and starts to stand, "I hope this is the last time we experience something like this for a very long time."

"You and me both." They share one last look at the cliffside before entwining their hands and heading back in the direction they came, knowing that their trouble was far from over, but at least they were together and safe.

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Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader/Part 2

“You're right, Billy, guess we're not going anywhere.”

Those words have you grasping the stair railing in front of you, knuckles going white from the forceness of it.

“We do have a better option here, don’t we?” Billy replies with a chilling smile directed at you and Stu laughs.

“Billy, please, don’t do this.” You start your first plea of the night, which seems to fall on deaf ears, as Billy and Stu just share another laugh and go about starting a plan to eliminate their ‘problem’.

“What about Y/N’s car?”

“I’ll get the keys and drive it somewhere they’ll never think to look.”

“And the body?”

“They’ll never find it.”

“And then what?” You interject into their disturbing conversation of how they’ll dispose of you’re body and they look up at you again, “You think my parents are just going to forget I existed and go about their life, acting as if I wasn’t missing?”

“We’ll think of something.” Stu says too quickly for your liking and Billy nods in agreement.

“You can’t really go through with this, right? Billy, you and I are friends, for God’s sake!”

“With benefits.” Stu adds with a giggle and under different circumstances, you’d have probably blushed and pretended not to understand what he was talking about, but maybe, just maybe, this was your ticket out of this house.

“Billy, you know deep down you can’t hurt me and if I mean anything to you, anything at all, please, let me go.”

You catch a glimmer of hope when you see Billy’s eyes soften at your words. Maybe this could work, maybe you could convince Billy to let you leave this house alive and not in a trash bag.

“Get the car keys.” Billy suddenly says and Stu nods, hurrying in the direction of the living room.

Well, you did say ‘maybe’. “Billy, I know you think you don't have any other choice here, but please, trust me when I tell you that you do.”

“It’s so easy to want to believe you, Y/N, mainly because you're so damn smart, smarter than me, that's for sure.” Billy takes a step further, “But I can’t let you walk out of this house, knowing what you know.”

“I won’t tell anyone about this, Billy, you and Stu will never get into trouble, I promise you that.”

Another step, “See, it sounds so simple when you say it, but actions speak louder than words, Y/N.”

“Oh my God, Billy, we were just practically dry humping on your couch ten minutes ago, doesn't that tell you something?”

“Yeah, it tells me a lot. It tells the story of two people who've wanted each other for a long time and decided to give it a go, but the protagonist, you, should have seen the warning signs a few chapters back.”

You back away from the railing when you finally notice that Billy was coming closer and closer to the stairs, “So, I guess I don't get a fairytale ending, eh?”

“Not this time.”

“It’s a shame,” You whisper, eyeing the open bedroom door a few feet away, “I really like those.”

“Everyone does until you realize relationships in fairytales are completely unrealistic and the white knight you hope will show up never does.”

“Hey, Billy, can I borrow this butcher knife?”

You dash off to the bedroom with a scream after hearing Stu’s deranged question from the kitchen, Billy quickly at your heels.

“Get back here, you bitch!”

You manage to make it into the bedroom and slam the door in Billy's face just in time. You felt sick to your stomach, eyes watering from fear and sadness. How could you've been so stupid? How did you not see the signs?

You yelp when Billy starts pounding on the door, screaming at you to open up and let him in. “I’ll go easy on you, babe, just let me in.”

“You mean you're going to kill me!”

There's silence on the other side, confirming that you're right. “Get the car and the duffel bag. We'll need what's inside.”

You hear Billy telling Stu what to do and swallow back your tears. You needed to think up a plan and you needed to think it up quick.

There didn’t seem to be any usable weapons in this bedroom, at least not any that would do severe damage to those two.

You glance around the bedroom, finding a phone sitting on a nightstand by the bed. As soon as you pick it up, there's a ‘click’ in the lock of the door, and your eyes widen.

No, no, no, this wasn't happening. He had a key. He had a goddamn key to this bedroom.

Billy bursts into the bedroom a few seconds later and you scream, scrambling over the bed to get to the other side of the room. “Please, stop screaming.” Billy pleads with you in a hushed whisper.

Uh-uh, no fucking way.

You shake your head, eyes looking for anything to help you. “What for? So, you can kill me without the neighbors hearing?”

“No, so I can talk to you without my ears bleeding.” He deadpans, and you tilt your head, giving him a long, hard look.

Billy closes the door, locking it too, and, yep, your heart was racing and you felt sick again, “If your gonna kill me, let's just get it over with, okay? No more theatrics.”

“I’m not going to kill you, Y/N, you're right, I can't do that to you.”

“Then what? You're gonna keep me here as your hostage?”

“There’s an image.”

Your eyes widen, “I hate that I can't tell if you're joking or not.”

“Be a good girl and you'll find out.”

You also hated the fact that a familiar heat pooled between your legs, because there should be absolutely no reason for this to be turning you on.

But for some reason, your body disagreed.

“Let me leave and you'll see how much of a good girl I can be.”

He chuckles, eyes gazing down your body, then back up to your worried eyes, “Oh, I have no doubt about that. But, you can't leave just yet.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Because you think I'm going to go to the police and tell them what you and Stu have been up to.”

“You got it.” He shrugs, taking a step towards you, “And I wish I could say that you'd be different from that and keep your mouth shut, but I don't think that's possible. Am I right?”

“No,” You murmur, shaking your head, eyes tearing up again, “No, you're not right. Billy, you may not believe this or not want to believe in this, in me, but I don't want to see you rotting in a jail cell for the rest of your life.”

Feeling a rush of bravery, you close the gap between you and Billy, grabbing his hand with your own, “I care about you, I have for a long time now, and I think you feel the same way about me.”

“You know I do.”

“Then believe me when I tell you that I won't breathe a word about this to anyone. Not my parents, not the police, absolutely no one.”

He sees the determined look in your eyes and with a deep sigh, he reluctantly nods and pulls you closer, “I hope you won't make me regret this later on, Y/N.”

“You won't.” You smile and lean up to kiss him, “But, there is just one thing.” You say after pulling away from him slightly.”

“Yeah? What's that?” Billy asks, showing no interest in talking as he pulls you with him to the bed.

“Who’s going to tell Stu?”

Billy stops abruptly at your question and you giggle, perching yourself on top of the bed. “Ah, yeah, you wanna do it?”

“Yeah, uh, no, not happening. He's been trying to kill me a few minutes ago.”

“Alright, I'll go tell him.” He says but doesn't make any effort to leave, instead, he pulls you to him, kissing you deep and hard.

“Billy, ” You murmur against his lips, “What about Stu?”

“I’m going, I'm going, ” He grumbles while wrapping his strong arms around your waist, “Ten minutes.”

“Five.” You argue, fingers sliding up into his hair.

“Eight.” His tongue licks your upper lip, and your resolve starts to crumble.

“Fine.” You agree and Billy quickly presses you into the bed after that, making you let out a little mpgh noise against his mouth.

His body molds on top of you, his tongue buried inside you mouth, and for just a few minutes, you choose to forget what took place fifteen minutes ago.

His mouth is hot on your neck, licking and biting, and you make a mental reminder to check for marks when you leave. But when his hips roll against yours, and you feel him pressing against your center, all thoughts go out the window.

...”Hey, Billy, what's going on? Did you take care of Y/N?”

You freeze, eyes worriedly staring at the locked door, “Oh no.”

“I guess I better tell him.” Billy says and gets off of you reluctantly, “Stay right here.”

“Yes, sir.”

You watch him smile before unlocking the door, “What the hell, man, what's going on?”

“I gotta talk to you about Y/N.”

“What?”

“Let’s go downstairs.”

Billy closes the door, leaving you alone in the bedroom with your thoughts. You were now in deep with these two. You were an accomplice to their crimes.

...Well, at least you weren't dead.

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the Blair Witch Project (1999)

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watching Halloween with my cat 💯🔪 (tho he's only interested in the doritos i'm eating lmao)