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Bad Choices

Michael Meyers x Fem!reader

TW- This is a lot okay. Big NSFW themes. Michael saves you from SA/ lots of rough handling in the best way, overstimulation, stalking vibes. written from 1st person pov no name but use of y/n briefly. Brief descriptions of readers body/features, Fem reader

A/NI have no excuses its porn with little to no plot. Wrote this last year around halloween for a friend and completely forgot about it. Hope y'all enjoy 7.1K

please don't interact unless your over 18 nsfw under the cut

October in Haddonfield Illinois has a different sort of vibe. Everyone is on edge, especially me. The last few weeks it’s felt as if someone’s been watching me, following me around. It feels like every time I turn a corner someone will be on the other side. Watching. Waiting. For what, I didn’t know.

The air was brisk as I walked down the streets of Haddonfield, a rainbow of orange and brown leaves crunching under my feet. I had just come from a girls night at a local boozy coffee joint with some work friends. I’m not much of a drinker so I only stayed for one drink to be polite. It’s not that I wanted to be a loner, it just seemed to happen that way. So, when I moved here, I decided I wanted to change that. I wanted to make some friends and have a semi normal life. Maybe meet a nice guy and settle down but it’s not always that easy though.

Ahead of me I can see a group of men hanging out in front of the main bar in town. I knew it was stupid, but I decided my best bet was to avoid those men, so I cut down an alley to get to the woods behind the town. If I’m quick I can cut through and be home in 15 minutes. ‘Yeah, this is fine, I’m fine.’ I thought as I pushed through some bushes in my path but after a few minutes of walking I heard a branch snap to my left. I instinctively froze, my eyes wide and searching for whatever made that noise. The sun was low almost completely gone, so I didn’t have much light left to search for the source of the noise. After a moment of silence, I shrugged it off thinking it was an animal and continued on my way.

I walked a few feet down the path when a man in one of those cheap Halloween masks stepped out in front of me. I gasped and stopped walking panic rushing in my veins.

"C'mere girly, don’t ya wanna have a good time?” The man slurred at me.

I didn’t have time to answer as the man lunged at me and I sprang into action dodging him and running past. He kicked out a leg catching my ankle and I tripped, losing my balance and fell flat on my face, knocking the wind out of me. I didn’t let that stop me from fighting with everything in me. The man straddled my legs from behind, beginning to grope at my ass as I let out an ear piercing scream. He was trying to remove my skirt when suddenly his hands were gone.

I stopped struggling to sit up and look around and there he was. A mountain of a man in a dark pair of coveralls and another dirtier version of the Halloween mask. He had my attacker by the throat held up in midair, when a long sharp wicked looking knife appeared in his hand, and he began stabbing the man violently. The man’s blood was everywhere, splattering my savior and pooling at his feet. I was frozen in fear. If I moved, he would notice me but if I stayed, he would notice me for sure. I continue having this internal debate of what the fuck am I supposed to do when the man finally stopped stabbing my attacker, dropping the man’s limp body to the ground with a wet sounding thud.

Times up it’s now or never. I got up as he turned to look at me, the eyes of his mask were shadowed and my god he was massive. At least 6'7 with a wide chest and powerful arms, he stood there staring at me. ‘Th-thank you’ I stuttered out. He said nothing but cocked his head to the side in contemplation.

‘I uh… I’m gonna go now… Thank you … for saving me…’ I said as I took a step back and to my dismay, he took a step forward. I froze as he took another and another step toward me until he was directly in front of me. The sharp copper scent of the blood soaking his coveralls was strong this close, but I could smell something else too, something alluring and uniquely him.

I should move, I should run, but something in me told me not to. That if I run it will all be over. He would catch me and likely kill me, so I stay still waiting to see what he would do. I hadn’t realized I was instinctively backing away from him as he continued to step toward me until my back hit a tree, halting my progress.

‘Shit. This was it, I was going to die here, weren’t I?’ I thought as he raised his hand thinking he would strangle me with his oh so large hands. Jesus Christ he could palm a basketball with ease, his hands were massive just like the rest of him.

His hand landed on my cheek as his thumb wiped away a stray tear. He lifted his hand inspecting the tear before he lowered his head to my neck inhaling deeply. We stay that way for a moment. Me frozen in fear and wait am I aroused!?! What the fuck. I should not be enjoying this at all. As he inhaled deeply as he drug the nose of his mask up the column of my throat and I realized that yes, I am absolutely turned on.

He had one hand in my hair holding my head immobile while his other hand snuck around my waist keeping me pinned to his chest as he continued to explore. ‘Please….please let me go’ I beg, but it falls on deaf ears as he ignores me and continues his exploration of my body. He pulled at my shirt, ripping the fabric across my chest like it was paper, while his other hand snuck down my back to grab my ass. He lifted me way too easily with one arm bracing me between his body and the tree.

My skirt rode up and as I squirmed trying to get out of his hold, I felt him. Between my legs I could feel his hard cock practically throbbing against me. The only barrier between us my thin lace panties as my skirt had rucked up to my hips. I tried to resist pushing against him trying to get free of his hold when his grip tightened painfully on my hip. I inhaled deep to draw out a scream when his hand came up and wrapped around my throat. Effectively cutting off any chance of a scream escaping my lips. He ground his hips into me, and he groaned. He still hadn’t spoken but fuck his voice had to be deep if his groan was anything to go by.

His grip on my throat loosened and I choked out, ‘Michael? That’s your name, right? Please let me go.’ I choked on a sob as he reached down to rip the thin lace of my panties. He didn’t acknowledge me when I spoke, just continued on as if he had no real control over his own actions. As if he was compelled to strip me bare right here in the woods with my former attackers body not 6 feet away from us. His fingers explored my pussy, first rubbing my clit then further down pressing them inside of me roughly. I cried out and his hand squeezed my throat again, but he did ease up, fucking me slowly with his fingers as if he’s preparing me for him. Judging by the size of him I’m going to need it.

I tried resisting but fuck he was hitting all the spots inside me making me see stars as I convulse around his fingers. As I came down, he dropped my legs to the ground, and I fell in a heap at his feet. He said nothing but the sound of his zipper made me look up at him. Freeing his cock, I gasped he was huge pale and thick with a few veins on the underside of his cock. My body was a traitor, I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but the site of his hard pale cock made my mouth water and my pussy throb with need. He grabbed me by a fistful of hair bringing my face close to his cock. I knew what he wanted, and I wasn’t about to deny him.

He pressed his cock against the seam of my lips forcing it inside. The salty sweet tang of him hit my tongue making me moan. After a few moments of guidance, I took over. Bouncing my head on his cock I swirled my tongue around the tip as I reached up and fondled his balls. He let out a low growl tightening his grip in my hair he started to fuck my mouth in earnest. I couldn’t breathe all I could do was sit there allowing him to fuck my face as hard and fast as he wanted. My throat burned from the force of his thrusts, but I was undeniably wet. If my parties weren’t torn, they would be soaked right now. I opened my eyes looking up at him. To my surprise he was looking right back into my eyes. The light from the moon illuminating the masks eye holes just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his deep chocolate brown eyes.

His thrusts were getting sloppy, and my lungs burned from lack of oxygen when he suddenly pulled my head back and off his cock. He grabbed me under my arms and hoisted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips, so I wouldn’t fall, as he roughly thrust his rock hard cock inside of me. I let out a horse scream, it was more of a screech really. He filled me to the brim his wide cock splitting me open as he held me against him. His arms were under my legs holding me up while his hands gripped my ass as he fucked me, kneading the flesh in his large palms. I moaned wrapping my hands around his neck bringing him closer to me. The only thing I could do was cling to him as he fucked me mercilessly in the woods against a tree.

Thrust after thrust he brought me higher and higher until I shattered, climaxing around his cock, my pussy convulsed, milking him as he let out a roar and came inside of me. He rocked his cock in and out as he came, his seed spilling out of me with the force of his thrusts, it ran down my thighs and ass.

He stayed that way for a few moments breathing labored hands flexing over my ass as he came down. I looked up at him as he looked back through the holes in his mask. I’m not sure why I did but I lifted my face and placed a kiss at the corner of the mouth of his mask. His body went ridged against mine and he pulled out letting my legs fall to the ground. I felt like my legs were wet noodles and I collapsed to the ground in a puddle at his feet.

I wondered if he would kill me now that he had his way with me, but I was so blissed out it didn’t really matter. It’s not like I could stop him. He was huge and so fast there would be no point in fighting back. I had heard the stories of Michael Meyers.

You don’t grow up in Haddonfield IL without hearing them whispered between adults and children. Michael Meyers was this towns own personal boogie man, and here I lay in the damp forest floor, his seed still leaking out of me as he looked down at me. Was he contemplating killing me? Probably.

In the end he tucks his softening cock back into his coveralls, buttoning them back up. He looked around before grabbing his knife tucking it into a pocket somewhere in his bloodstained coveralls. When he turned back to me, I was still in a heap on the ground, completely resigned to my fate when he reached down picking me up bridal style and began to walk. After a few minutes of carrying me through the woods my eyes started to droop. I snuggled into him and as I drifted off, I heard him say the one and only thing so far.

‘Mine.’

***

I woke up the next morning in my bed thinking it was all a dream. When I moved to get up, I realized it wasn’t. My body was bruised and battered, clothing dirty and torn with blood spatter across the skirt. ‘So, I did happen. It wasn’t a dream.’ I whisper to myself. How did he know where I lived, and how did he get me home without being spotted for that matter? Questions swirled in my head as I stripped, throwing my clothes in the trash as they were ruined, I wondered if I should burn them since my would be attackers blood was on them.

I started the shower stepping under the warm spray, wincing as my bruised body slowly softened. I contemplate if I will ever see him again. A part of me knows I should hope I never do, he attacked me, assaulted me. I should have reported it first thing. Deep down though I hope he comes back. I hope he finds me again.

Little did I know Michael had been watching me for months waiting for an opportunity to take me. I belonged to him now and deep down I knew it. There was no escape even if I wanted to. He wouldn’t let me go so easily. A part of me thought he was a myth. That the big bad Michael Meyers wasn’t real. After last night I knew he was real, the green and purple fingerprints he left on my throat and hips are proof he was real and that it did in fact happen.

I stepped out of the shower grabbing my towel to dry off. Today was my day off and thank God for that. Inspecting myself in the mirror there is a massive handprint shaped bruise wrapping completely around my throat.

‘Fuck it’s a good thing I’m off today. How the fuck am I going to hide this at work?!?’ I thought, panicking for a moment.

There’s no way I can explain this away, I have to figure out what I can do to heal it or hide it. The thought of the bruises fading makes me a bit sad though, feeling like the bruises are a part of him. That he marked me as his and while I realize it's fundamentally fucked up, a part of me doesn’t want them to fade.

Shaking my head at myself I walked out of the bathroom down the hall to my bedroom. My home was small, but it was mine. It was the first real thing I did for myself, buying this home and making it my own. My room was small much like the rest of my home, but it had a window seat that overlooked the fields and woods beyond. My gaze caught there, where the woods met the fields. Was he out there now watching and waiting? My face warmed at the thought.

As I’m getting dressed my phone pings letting me know a text came through. I open it seeing it’s the work group chat asking for volunteers to work Halloween night for the trunk or treat. The nursing home I worked for was usually short staffed for events like this and since I have no kids or commitments, I messaged back saying I would work it. I walked to the calendar on the wall marking down the date 2 weeks from now. I could have said no but I could use the hours and well I didn’t have much of a life so why not it’s not like I have plans with a masked man again. Sighing, I sank down onto the window seat, grabbing my latest romance novel I settled in for the day, determined to get Michael Meyers off my brain.

***

Six days had passed since my encounter with the famed killer. I wasn’t able to completely hide the bruises on my throat, so I used the excuse of a car accident over my weekend off. I could tell a few of my coworkers didn’t completely believe me but since I wore an athletic style turtleneck under my uniform of scrubs, they couldn’t see the extent of the bruising. I was sore, so very sore all over even now almost a week later. I didn’t mind though, thinking it would never happen again, I cherish the soreness. It reminds me that it was real. That actually happened.

Rounding the corner of the nurses station I plopped down in a chair, sighing heavily. Marcy, my work bestie turns to me, ‘You good?’ She asks. ‘Yeah, just tired. It’s been a long week.’ I reply.

She frowns at me, ‘You should have taken some time off after your accident.’ Her tone scolding.

‘You know I can’t afford to take time off like that. Bills to pay and whatnot.’ I wave my hand dismissively as I turn to the computer to fill out my end of shift reports.

A few of our residents were scattered throughout the main sitting area near the nurses station, chatting amongst themselves or watching the tv in the corner. I looked up at the clock on the wall, thinking I had 30 minutes till the end of my shift, just enough time to finish my reports and head home when one of the residents cried out.

Marcy and I shot up out of our chairs and ran over to her to see what was wrong. ‘What’s wrong Edna?’ Marcy asked, concern laced in her voice as she tried to calm the elderly woman. ‘A mask! There was a man in a mask! He was right there in the window!’ She cried out.

A man in a mask? No… it couldn’t be... I thought.

He wouldn’t come for me again. He had his way and would forget all about me. Marcy and I finally calmed Edna, telling her it was a trick of the lighting or maybe a teenager playing a prank, that there was nothing to worry about. Eventually she calms down and Marcy wheels her back to her room while I go to finish my reports

My mind was racing with thoughts of him so it took longer than it should have to finish up. Once I finally finished, I grabbed up my stuff and clocked out, leaving through the employee entrance on the side of the building. It was late in the evening and the crisp autumn air blew past bringing the nostalgic smell of fallen leaves and bonfires. I wrap my jacket tighter around my body as I begin to walk home. I lived close enough I didn’t need to drive to work and honestly driving freaks me the fuck out. So, I never got my license. There was no need, between public transit and my bicycle I got around just fine!

Walking through the town was always an adventure this time of year. Many teenagers liked to pull pranks this time of year, but the town square was my favorite. The council always made sure to decorate and be as festive as they can during the holidays. I rounded the corner of the square and set off down the path to my home. I lived on the outskirts of town bordering the woods and crop fields. I liked living just on the edge of town, it was close enough to get around but not in the middle of everything. I valued my solitude too much to want to deal with the exhausting mother hens and matchmakers in town.

As I continued walking my thoughts drifted to Michael. I doubted I would ever see him again, he had his fun and seemed to be done with me. As I walked, I got the sense that something or someone was watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I looked around the street. Glancing to my left across the street between two buildings I caught a glimpse of a white mask. Giving it a double take I froze. It was him, Michael, he was watching me. It was as if my subconscious summoned him just by thinking of him. Suddenly it all made sense, the feeling of someone watching me over the last few weeks. It had to be him, there was no other explanation other than a general feeling of paranoia.

He stood across the street in the shadow of the street light between two houses. As I stood there frozen in place, he continued to stare at me. What was he thinking? I thought. Would he come for me? Right here in the middle of town? I wasn’t sure what to do so I stayed still. After a moment he took a step back out of the shadow of the streetlight and into the surrounding darkness. I stood there for a few moments longer, unsure of what to do. It almost felt like an out of body experience, standing there, staring where Michael had previously been across the street.

Shaking my head, I snapped out of it and began walking, albeit a bit faster than I previously had. I was almost home, if I could just make it there, I’d be safe. Or as safe as I could be against a brutal murderer. I knew if he came for me there would be no stopping him, just as it had been the first time, I encountered him. Finally reaching my front steps I pulled out my keys as I walked up the steps to my front door. I didn’t have much as far as decorations went, money was tight most of the time so when I did make a splurge purchase, I tried to make it count. The jelly window clings hanging on my front windows had been one of those impulse purchases, but they gave me a sense of nostalgic joy.

I was off work the next two days, so I decided I’d make myself something to eat, then go take a nice hot bath. I set my bag down, stripping off my jacket, I lit some incense and got out the ingredients for a simple soup and salad. It felt as if ages had passed since I was last home, even though realistically it had only been a few hours since I had left for work. As I worked on my dinner, I had that feeling again, of being watched. Looking up from the knife in my hand I took in my surroundings.

My home was small but cozy, crystals were set on every surface I could spare. Homemade crochet throws on my couch, smoke from the incense curled up into the air giving the room a slightly hazy look with the low lighting.

A feeling came over me, something was telling me to look out the window above the sink. I ignored it. Sure, if this was a horror movie, I’d be screaming at the girl to run but I never said I was smart. The way this feeling was twisting my insides I decided I’d rather die ignorant if that was my fate. Finishing up chopping the veggies I added them to the pot on the stove to simmer while I went to run a bath.

Taking the stairs two at a time, I reached the landing turning the corner to the bathroom. I flicked on the light, which unsurprisingly let out a loud buzz as the old light warmed up. My body ached after the long hours on my feet at work, so each night after work I completed my ritual of bath time, dinner then bed. With the schedule I had, mostly working nights it was hard to keep with a normal schedule. So, I tried to keep up with my after work routine as much as I could, to give myself a sense of normalcy. I finished cleaning out the tub and while letting the water fill, I dropped some of my homemade rose and chamomile bath salts.

Stripping my clothes, I put my hair up in a messy updo and stepped into the steaming rose scented tub. Oh yes, this right here was heaven, and should the great makers decide to take me now, well I’d die a happy woman.

Sighing, I slipped deeper into the water, allowing it to come up to my chin, completely engulfing my shoulders under the bubbles. I let my mind wander as my body relaxed in the hot water.

What was he doing? He just stood there looking at me as if he had been waiting for me and wanted me to know he was there. It’s not like he’s looking after me now… Right?

My body flushed at the thought.

He wouldn’t be looking after me. There’s no way.

Thoughts of him swirled around my head, reminding me of that night. The night he saved and ruined me. I had tried not thinking about it, but I was alone now. No coworkers or residents to distract me from these unfamiliar thoughts and feelings. I had been with other men before and always found their advances to be lackluster. My body never “Came alive” as the romance novels say, I had always felt like I was on autopilot. That night however it felt like my body was on fire when he touched me, and it made me crave more of him, more of that intoxicating feeling.

Sighing softly, I slid my hand down my body to the apex of my thighs. I knew this was a bad idea, it would only further this irrational infatuation for the LITERAL SERIAL KILLER. As the pads of my fingers brushed my clit, I gasped. Fuck this didn’t feel anywhere near as good as it did when he touched me. I continued circling my clit, driving myself higher and higher, when my phone rang, startling me out of my impending climax.

Fuck what now?!

Pulling the drain on the tub I figured it was for the best. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.

It was one time, get over yourself.

I stepped out of the tub and reached for my cell phone answering it without looking at the caller ID.

‘Hello?’ I spoke, my voice coming out a bit course, ‘Y/N dear! I was hoping I’d catch you before you went to bed.’ My mother’s shrill voice spoke through the receiver. I groaned internally, wishing I had checked the caller ID and allowed it to go to voicemail… again.

‘Mom, hi what’s up?’ I said hoping this would be quick but knowing it likely won’t be. ‘Oh your step father and I were wanting to discuss the upcoming holidays. When were you thinking you would fly in?’ She said.

‘Uh well mom actually I don’t think I’ll be able to make it up this year…’ I said slowly, being careful to choose my words wisely, knowing my father in law was likely listening on the other end of the phone.

There was a long pause. ‘What do you mean you won’t be able to make it?’ she said in a small flat voice. ‘Well with work and the virus I offered to work the holidays to give some of my coworkers with families at home a chance to enjoy the holiday.’ I replied, my voice firm. I knew this wouldn’t go over well but was hoping to delay this conversation as long as possible.

My stepfather Roy came on the phone then. ‘Y/N this isn’t negotiable. You will come to Christmas dinner with your family.’ He stated.

It wasn’t a question of whether I wanted to spend the holidays with my family. Of course, I did, it was Roy I didn’t want to be around. My mom married him when I was 10, he was always a bit too handsy for any decent step father to be with his stepdaughter. Mom had tried leaving once before when I was a teenager, but Roy was a police officer with lots of connections, so it wasn’t as simple as a divorce.

I take a deep, calming breath.

He’s a thousand miles away so he cannot hurt you through the phone. I remind myself before replying. ‘Well Roy, I am an adult now so I get to make my own decisions on how I spend my time.’ I replied and held my breath knowing this was going to royally piss him off. He was big on appearances, coming from a long line of police officers he had a large family and liked to keep his ‘family man image’ intact.

‘Y/N, this isn’t up for discussion. You will obey your parents. I’ll expect you for Christmas dinner. No exceptions.’ I heard the phone beep as he hung up on me. Hopefully he doesn’t take things out on mom, but I have to put my foot down sometime and now that I live on the other side of the country from where my parents lived, now was the best time to start.

The smell of my soup drifted up the stairs and made my stomach grumble. I had almost forgot about the soup on the stove. Rushing down the stairs, hoping it hadn’t boiled over. I reached it just in time, flicking the stove burner off I moved the soup to a trivet on the counter and dished myself out a bowl. It smelled heavenly, rich with flavor and spices this was sure to calm my nerves after speaking with Roy and mom.

I ate in silence at my breakfast nook. Staring out into the yard, my thoughts once again drifted to Michael. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing tonight. A part of me thought he would cross the street and end me right there where I stood, but he didn’t. He just watched me cocking his head with that unreadable stare.

I finished my soup, rinsing the bowl and putting the lid on the pot to let it cool overnight on the counter. Reaching up I grabbed a bottle of wine down from the top of the refrigerator, popping it open I poured myself a glass. I downed it in one go, after refilling my glass I gathered my things, turning the lights off and headed upstairs to my room.

I flicked the light on, walking into my room I set my wine down and put my phone on the charger. I all but threw myself into my bed, collapsing into the soft down comforter. After leaving my parents house with nothing, I worked and saved as much as I could to afford this house, and everything in it. I wanted to take care of myself the way I had never really been cared for, this included way over priced linens and silky nighties like the one I was currently wearing.

Try as I might, I couldn’t get comfortable. It felt like I had ants under my skin, I couldn’t relax. Michael came to mind again, the thoughts from earlier creeping back in. I sighed rolling over to open my nightstand, I withdrew old faithful, my vibrator. I hated that I felt this way about a literal psychopath, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t enjoy my time with him that night.

I slid my hands to my panties, slipping them off and rucking up my satin nighty, my hands began exploring my body. Flicking and rubbing my clit, I turned on the vibrator. As I was beginning to slip it inside myself, I heard a creek from the hallway. My mind was already hazy with pleasure, so it didn’t fully register. That is until a large, scorching hot hand came down on my inner thigh.

My eyes flew open, a small scream caught in my throat when Michael wrapped one of his massive paws around my throat, a warning to keep silent and still. He must have been watching me from the darkness of the hallway. How the fuck did he get in and how didn’t I hear him?! I wondered as I froze when his other hand slid up my inner thigh to the toy I had just begun to enjoy. He slid it out of me bringing the vibrating toy up to his face to inspect. He sniffed at it, looking at the toy all over, likely looking for the off button. He didn’t find it and instead threw it against the wall, shattering it into about a billion pieces across my bedroom floor.

God he was massive. Just looking at him between my legs on the bed, he towered over me. I was always a bit on the curvy side so the fact that he could make me feel so small, lit something inside of me that I don’t think I’m entirely ready to address. His hand was wrapped around my throat still, while his other hand came back down on my inner thigh, spreading me wider for his gaze. He sat there for a moment, gazing at my slick pussy. His thumb slid over my mound to find my clit, and he began rubbing it, watching my reactions to his touch.

It was rough at first, almost too much pressure, but after a few moments he lightened his touch, experimenting to see what I liked. Oooh he’s learning what I like? Why would he care if I enjoyed it? Most men I had been with didn’t particularly care if I orgasmed or not, but it seemed Michael wasn’t like other guys.

My body came alive under his touch, it felt as though I was strung taught like a bow about to snap, when it hit me. The most intense orgasm I had ever ripped through me. I tried to scream but Michael's hand still gripped my throat, keeping me quiet but not fully restricting my airflow. My body shook with spasms as I came down from my high. He just stayed there staring at my pussy, now soaked with my orgasm and arousal.

His hand released my throat, and he shifted lower onto the bed. He was so large he was basically hanging off my bed already, so he shifted a bit more until he was kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Suddenly his hands gripped my hips and dragged me closer to the edge, until my ass was at the edge. The lights were already off so I couldn’t see much but I thought I saw a flash of white before I felt his breath fan out across my dripping pussy.

OH FUUUCK... His tongue darted out to lick me from asshole to clit. He paused, inhaling deeply he let loose a low growl, making me shiver, before he gripped me tighter dragging my pussy up to his face. He devoured my pussy like a starving man, licking and nipping at my folds. On and on he went licking my pussy until I reached higher and higher to my peak. I gripped his hands over my hips as I writhed under his ministrations.

The overstimulation was almost too much, I tried to wiggle away but that seemed to spur him on. He gripped me tighter dragging my ass up his body as he sat up to get a better a better hold on me. He continued abusing my clit until I came undone again on his mouth. Panting, I moaned, ‘Michael…please I can’t s'too sensitive.’ Finally, he relented, releasing my body and laying me back down on the bed.

I lay there staring up at him in the dark, my body felt like an overcooked noodle from my orgasms. I couldn’t see much in the dark, but I saw that same flash of white as he went to put his mask back on. I wondered why he felt he had to wear it all the time. Then I wondered what made him want to take it off with me.

‘Wait.’ I said, ‘Leave it off… please’ I said in a small voice, unsure of his reaction.

He paused his movements, lowering the mask once again he stood there thinking, before dropping the mask to the floor. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. He leaned down over me, his nose brushing just above my mound. He trailed his nose up my body, sniffing me along the way. Once he reached my throat, I turned my head giving him more access.

This shouldn’t feel this good, I shouldn’t feel like his touch is setting my skin on fire, but I do, and I can’t find it in me to regret any of this. Sure, he was a brutal serial killer, but he had saved me from that man, he watched over me as I walked home at night. He likely had been doing it for a while and hadn’t shown himself until tonight.

His warm, wet tongue darted out to lick a strip up from the center of my chest, up the column of my throat. My breathing quickened, unsure of what his intentions were. He rose up, his heat leaving me feeling cold and empty. As he stared down at me, I had this overwhelming feeling of loss. Like by him withdrawing I was losing something. I looked down partially in shame for what I was feeling, but also in submission. What I didn’t count on was seeing the outline of his raging hard on. Suddenly I didn’t want him to leave, I wanted to take care of him the way he took care of me.

I sat up on the bed, slowly reaching out to the front of his blood stained coveralls, watching for any sign that I should stop. He gave none, so I grasped the zipper, sliding it down his body slowly as if not to spook him. Once opened I dragged the sides down enough so I could reach in and grasp his cock, pulling it out of his coveralls. I hadn’t gotten a very good look at him a few weeks ago at our first encounter, but God damn if he isn’t perfect everywhere. He was huge, long and as thick as a coke can.

How the fuck did he fit?! I thought.

Rationally I knew he was large, and I knew he would fit as he had before but seeing it right there in front of me was another thing. I reached out to grasp his cock, firmly stroking it from base to tip, when I saw a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip of his enormous cock. My tongue darted out to lick the salty sweet drop up. Michael threw his head back and groaned loudly.

It was the most sound I had ever heard from him, he was always so quiet, like a ghost. I supposed when you’re a gigantic serial killer it pays to be quiet. One of his massive hands slipped into the hair at the back of my neck, pulling my mouth closer to his erect cock.

I looked up at him and he paused, cocking his head to the side as if to say, ‘You good?’. I nodded and sunk my mouth down on his cock. A strained groan escaped his chest as I began sucking his cock in earnest.

I wanted so desperately to please him, to make him feel the same way I felt earlier. I continued sucking his cock, while his hand stayed at the back of my neck. As he drew closer, he began thrusting in and out of my mouth, eventually his hand on the back of my neck stilled my movements until I was sitting there on the bed, while he fucked my face. In and out, he became rougher and rougher. With each thrust he hit the back of my throat until he was almost there. I could feel the way his balls were tightening, the thrust of his hips more and more erratic until I swallowed around him, drawing his cock into my throat, sealing off all airflow as he came down my throat. I began to choke, and he pulled back removing his softening cock from my mouth, as I licked up all his seed from my hands.

He watched me clean myself up as he tucked himself back in his coveralls. He then turned, leaving the room, returning a few moments later with a wet towel. I moved to take the towel, but he gripped it tighter, gesturing for me to lay back, so I did. Propping myself against the pillows at the head of my bed he leaned down over my body and began to wipe up the mess between my legs. I’d never had a man do this before, I’m not sure what surprises me more, the fact that this man, this serial killer has more tenderness in him than the average man, or the fact that I am enjoying it so damn much.

Michael turns and leaves the room again, returning a few moments later. I was still in the same position as I was before, not having the energy to move after our activities and the long day I’d had. I shivered involuntarily, as he stood there staring at me. He pulls the covers down gesturing for me to get under, and I comply, slipping between the sheets I let out a sign of contentment. The only thing that could make this better is if he crawled into bed with me and cuddled all night. I bet he would keep me warm through the cold nights. I thought sleepily.

Just as I drifted off, I felt a whisper of something across my forehead. A kiss I realize belatedly, he kissed me goodnight. My eyes were too heavy to open as I felt him step away from the bed and leave the room, as quietly as he had entered. I smile dreamily, tomorrow I will have to deal with the consequences of my actions but for tonight, I’ll bask in the warm feelings running through my veins.

#michael meyers #halloween smut #Michael Meyers x reader #check the trigger warnings

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thinkingjasico · 1 year

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Cinderella story jasico au, because my mind turns all 00's movies into a jasico fic. And please, Chad Michael Murray in the 2000s is one of my favorite Jason fancasts.

Nico's father dies after marrying a terrible woman, and that woman makes Nico's life hell after that, as does his brother (Bryce Lawrence? Yes). Nico has to do everything around the house alone, work in the cafeteria his father left for her, do his brother's school work, sleep in an old attic...

Jason plays football at school, even though he hates it, and is the most popular boy. His father has a lot of money and expects Jason to work at his company in the future, and for that he needs to get a college scholarship to play football.

So Jason and Nico meet on the internet with anonymous profiles (tumblr, twitter? something like that) and the only good part of their days is when they are talking. Jason writes beautiful poems for Nico and says that his dream is to be a writer, but that his father would never let him. And Nico's dream is to go to college, preferably to study art, and leave his horrible family behind.

So at the school’ halloween party they arrange to meet since everyone will be in costumes and hiding their faces. It turns out that Jason's costume has a problem and he has to go dressed as a prince, so he doesn't hide his face at all. Nico’s step mother doesn’t wanna let him go to the party because Bryce says Nico should just stay and work. But Will, Nico’s best friend, and Rachel (I’m aging her a bit here bc this character is perfect for her) that works at the cafeteria and it’s like the only family Nico has- they help him find a last minute costume and go to the party to meet this boy he talks about all the time. When Nico arrives at the party and sees Jason, he freaks out and says it was a mistake. But Jason convinces him that he's not the person everyone thinks he is, that he's only himself when he’s talking to Nico and so asks for a chance for them to talk more that night. They make a game of each having 5 questions and later they dance together (this scene is beautiful in the movie, if I knew how to draw I would make a jasico art of this scene fr), but when the clock hits midnight, Nico needs to leave or his stepmother will find out that he ran away to the party.

After that, Jason puts up signs at school looking for this mysterious boy and Nico tells Will and Rachel that he can never tell Jason it's him because if Jason knew he would humiliate him with his friends in front of everybody. By texts Jason is trying to convince Nico to meet with him, but Nico always avoids him.

But Bryce ends up seeing the messages between Jason and Nico and spreads it to the whole school, and Nico is even more bullied than he already is. People even make a little little sketch mocking Nico saying he was stupid for thinking he could pull off a boy like Jason. And Jason is kind of unresponsive to all of that, hurt that Nico did not tell him who he was because he thought he would be mean to him even after knowing Jason better than anyone else.

On top of all that, Nico’s stepmother finds his college letter before him and sees that he was accepted, so she fakes a letter saying he was not accepted, and gives it to him saying that then it’s good that he has a job at the cafeteria.

After a while feeling like shit, Nico decides that enough is enough, so he leaves his horrible house and go live with Rachel. He’s like: yes, my life sucks, but at least I’m the one making my own rules now. Seeing he’s feeling better, at least a little, Will asks if he doesn’t wanna go watch the futebol game since it’s the last. Nico thinks a little, but finally agrees. During this time, Jason’s life is not doing much better either, because he realizes that he should've stick up for Nico, but at the same time he’s afraid of what his father might do.

But with that boost of confidence and wanting to fix all the things that went wrong in his life because he was afraid of taking the reins of his life, Nico goes after Jason to finish this once and for all. Before the game starts, he walks into the locker room hearing a bunch of homophobic and stupid comments as he walks up to Jason, but he ignores it. Jason is a bit shocked seeing him there, but Nico doesn’t even give him the chance to start talking first.

Nico: You turned out to be exactly who I thought you were. I never pretended to be somebody else. It’s been me all along. And it was me who was hurt in front of everybody. Look, I didn’t come here to yell at you, okay? I came here to tell you that I know what it feels like to be afraid to show who you are. I was, but I’m not anymore. And the thing is, I really don’t care what people think about me, because I believe in myself, and I know that things are gonna be okay. And even though I have no family, and no job, and no money for college- it’s you that I feel sorry for.”

Random guy:5 minutes everyone.

Jason, still looking at Nico: I’m coming!

Nico gives a sad smile: I know that guy that sent me those emails is somewhere there inside of you. But I can’t wait for him. Because waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought: useless and disappointing (this line literally altered my brain chemistry when I was a kid).

Nico turns and leaves, while Jason stands there. He tries to call Nico’s name, but doesn't even know what he would say if Nico had turned back to listen him.

*sad music playing* (god I love this scene so fucking much!) So they leave for the game, and Nico thinks he’s doing alright watching from the bleachers, and Jason thinks he’s doing okay after that talk, but he can’t concentrate. Everyone is cheering and screaming Jason’s name, and it slowly just becomes too much for Nico, so he turns to Will and says he needs to go. When Jason looks at the audience and sees Nico leaving, he can feel that if in that moment he doesn’t make his first decision in his entire life that he made for himself, he will regret this moment for the rest of his life. So he runs out of the game and gives his helmet and position to his friend. His father stops him and says: What are you doing?!

Jason: I’m out of here.

His father: What?! But you are throwing away your dream.

Jason: No dad, I’m throwing away yours.

Jason runs to Nico leaving on the top of the bleachers.

Nico looks at him confused: What are you doing?

Jason: Something I should have done a long time ago.

And then he kisses Nico for the first time, and in that second the first drop of rain after months of drought falls (very son of Zeus coded I know, and that literally happens in the movie!). They both look up at the sky and a thunder rumbles loudly.

Jason looks back at Nico smiling: I’m sorry I waited for the rain. (literally altered my brain chemistry too)

And so a storm starts while they kiss, not even caring about the rain or people watching.

After that, while Nico is taking his last boxes out of his stepmother’s house to finish moving to Racel’s, he finds his dad real testament and discovers that he let everything for him, so he kicks Bryce and his mom out, leaves the cafeteria for Rachel to take care of, and goes to college with Jason.

#you guys really should watch this movie if never have #i dare you to tell me austin is not jason #and sam is also very nico coded #im thinking of doing more 00's movies aus for jasico #jasico #jason grace #thunderworld #nico di angelo #percy jackson #heros of olympus #jasico au #cinderella story

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userlando · 6 months

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hellooo 🧡 it made me so happy to get a notification you’re posting. less happy that my new job does not allow brainrot on company time but i just caught up and how i’ve missed you and your brain 🫶🏻

one thing babe, this new theme is criminal, i have yet to fully process this photoshoot 😭 no but fr, as usual, your taste is immaculate. the b&w photos fit so well with the purple.

second thing i wanted to say is that in the time you had your break, i think i reread all your lando stories. they get me through the toughest of moments, i can get disconnected from everything. not to mention how they soothe (or fuel) my biggest lando feels and they’ve been happening even more often than normal 🥴 anyway, a 2837734th thank you for your work. and i hope things will get better and better for you from now ✊🏻🤍

oh my gosh hi kasia my lovely!! seeing you in my inbox made me so inexplicably happy and I just want you to know that 🥺

thank you!! I felt like a new theme was in order, had to leave the spooky halloween vibes behind us and do something new. I’m glad you liked it!!

I’m sorry to hear you’ve had a hard time, I hope things are better for you now and if not, they’ll look up - I’m sure of it 🫶🏼 I’m happy that my fics bring some comfort to you, no matter how embarrassingly filthy they are. it’s literally why I write, knowing I can make you or anyone feel like this is more than I could ever ask for. so thank you thank you!! have a lovely lovely day, you deserve it all 🥰

#zee’s asks 💌

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter Thirteen - Road to Nowhere

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: Kat explains her secret to the group and eventually her fears with Eddie. She gets in touch with Uncle Hank.

Warnings: established relationship, tender moments, the beginning of (platonic, with a lowercase p) steddie (if you squint just a lil), steve and dustin banter,

Word count: 3.2k

Chapter song: Road to Nowhere by Ozzy

Tag list: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @michele131 @riffcrusader @prettyboyeddiemunson @literarypeachtea

“Okay, but can someone please explain how Kat just appeared out of nowhere?” Steve asked, hand on one hip, the other punctuating his tone, exasperated at the fact that everyone was ignoring him.

“Steve, she used her superpowers! Come on!” Dustin said as he shook his head.

“So you know El?” Max spoke up in an effort to dispel the banter that could erupt between Dustin and Steve in hopes of getting to hear more of Kat’s story.

“Yeah. I was one of the only ones who looked out for her there. Everyone else was jealous of how powerful she was. I was right behind her in most of the tests.”

“But I thought you were from LA?” Robin questioned.

“No, I am, but my parents shipped me off here when I started to… make things happen. My uncle worked at the lab, so I went to ‘live’ with them, but really I was just a glorified lab rat.”

“How’d you get out of the lab, then? El had to literally escape. We found her in the woods the night Will went missing,” Dustin explained.

“I left in ‘79 when I was, like, twelve or thirteen. My uncle informed my parents of something really bad that happened and, of course, with their money, I was sent home the next day. It killed me to leave 011 there by herself. But I think… Whatever happened that day has something to do with whatever is happening now.”

“We don’t know… exactly,” Eddie confessed.

“Wait, how long have you known about Kat, Eddie?” Robin asked.

“Since uh… right after Halloween.”

“And you didn’t freak out?” Steve asked bluntly, to which Kat narrowed her eyes.

“How do you think she was able to beat the shit out of Jason?” Eddie scoffed.

“Yeah all the weird shit they say about me kind of has something to do with that… I held Jason down with my mind and, yeah, beat the shit out of him. The girls talking shit at the Halloween party, I made sure they couldn’t open their mouths and speak. Um, and then the jock that night, I sort of shoved him into a bush from far away… Eddie was there for all of it, so like, he knew something was up.”

“And I mean, hello, uh, real life sorceress as a girlfriend? No brainer.” Eddie said adoringly.

“Right? Come on, why else would I level up to become a sorceress in D&D?”

“See, Dustin? How’s it feel to not always know things?” Steve nodded to Dustin who just rolled his eyes in response.

“Kat, what else do you know about Vecna?” Dustin asked, changing the subject.

“He started out as 001. He pretty much murdered everyone at the lab except for 011 and me and some doctor. He wanted to help us escape and join him to take down the lab and I think take over the world or change it or something? Anyway, we basically used so much power that I thought we had just, like, disintegrated him, but I guess we opened this doorway to…somewhere and sent him there. I don’t know, he’s, like, transformed and is some gross monster now and… I couldn’t stop him. I saw him in Chrissy’s mind and he knew I was there. It was like he wanted me to watch it or something,” Kat finally took a breath as sharing that realization, admitting it, felt like a punch in the gut.

“Wait, wait, wait. Vecna is 001?” Dustin’s mouth hung open in dumbfounded shock. “Are you sure? How do you know?”

“Dustin, she just said it, because of the lab,” Steve scoffed. Dustin turned to glare at Steve.

Kat nodded. “He’s… he’s been appearing in my dreams for almost a month now. First he showed up as this veiny, I don’t know, burn victim, but it was like a bad signal as he changed from that to what I remember 001 to look like, just back and forth.”

“Oh, this is bad. This is really bad,” Robin said with a shaky voice as she winced.

“He… he killed again. Just before you guys got here,” Kat revealed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“H-how do you know?” Max prompted.

“I… I can feel it. There’s this razor sharp pain – it feels like my head is gonna split in two,” as Kat clarified, fear briefly flashed across Max’s face. Kat noticed it and also noticed how she neutralized her expression just as fast. “He wants me to join him,” she went on. “I think he’s building an army of some sort, but I don’t know why or for what.” The group exchanged knowing glances with each other as Kat explained. “H-he sent Chrissy to me in a dream last night. She tried to get me to join him– them. They kept saying it will ‘end my suffering.’”

“And you don’t know who he killed tonight? Or why he chose them?” Dustin asked.

Kat shook her head. “I knew something was up when I felt really, really sick around Chrissy, but I didn’t put it together until it was too late. It was so obvious.” Kat avoided eye contact with everyone and bit her lip.

“Kat,” Eddie said caringly as he placed a shaking hand on her knee, “there’s no way you could have known what he was up to. It’s not like you can, uh, read his mind.”

“No, but he can get into my mind.”

“But if you’re like El, can’t you go into people’s minds too? Like she did?” Max inquired.

“He killed Chrissy from inside her own mind from whatever dimension he’s in. That would be suicide if I did that. Do you people– Can you even comprehend how powerful he is?!” Kat’s tone began to sharpen.

“Okay, okay, Kat, we know he’s powerful. We’re just… trying to process this,” Dustin said in an attempt to ease the building tension.

“Don’t mind her, Red. She gets, um, a little snappy when she’s… scared,” Eddie apologized. He anxiously looked to Kat after he spoke in case she didn’t like what he had said. In response, she just huffed and rolled her eyes before her features turned to stone in seriousness.

“Everyone should be scared,” she warned.

“We need 011 back,” Dustin sighed.

“My uncle knows where she is. He used to work at the lab, but he got reassigned to Nevada when it shut down. At least, I’m guessing that’s what happened. I need to call him. There was a payphone a few miles back… We were gonna try and sneak over to it tonight…” Kat’s voice trailed off just before her face reanimated as an idea dawned on her. “Steve, could you drive me? It’s late enough, isn’t it? There’ll be next to no one on the roads.”

“Uh…” Steve just stared like a deer in headlights. “I don’t know if…”

“We’ll stay with Eddie. If there’s any chance of getting 011 back here, we need to take it,” Robin interjected.

“I can hide myself, Steve. It’ll be like I’m not even there. No one will see me,” Kat urged.

“O-okay. But keep yourself hidden. They know you’re missing, but I don’t know if they’ve decided you’re an accomplice or if Eddie abducted you,” Steve commanded.

Shaking her head and rolling her eyes towards the sky, Kat mumbled, “Sometimes I just wanna…” She looked around at the five pairs of eyes blinking back at her. “Uh, on second thought.. Never mind,” she said quickly.

As she went to get up, Eddie grabbed her hand and pulled her attention towards him. “Be careful,” his words were soft spoken, but his eyes were screaming, pleading with her.

She bent down to kiss him. “Always,” she said as her thumb brushed over his chin. They stared at each other for just a split second, but the moment felt so much longer, as if they exchanged a thousand loving words, until Kat shot up to stand. “Alright, Harrington, let’s get this over with.” She nodded her head towards the door as she started towards it.

“Uhuh, yep, okay,” Steve spit out as he almost stumbled to keep up with her.

As they were leaving, Dustin scooted over closer to Eddie, “Hey, man, I’m glad you’re okay.”

Eddie gave him a weak, but appreciative, smile as he placed his hand on Dustin’s head to give it a couple shakes, back and forth. Steve’s eyes narrowed at the interaction, which Eddie caught, turning his own expression into one of smugness. “Thanks, Henderson.”

“Do you guys need anything? We could pick up some things and drop them off tomorrow?” Robin offered.

“Honeycombs,” Eddie practically begged with his eyes shining with want.

Kat fell out of earshot to hear the rest of his list as she walked over to Steve’s BMW. He had left the boathouse a few paces behind her and when he looked towards his car, he saw no one.

“Uh, Kat?” She just sighed, ignoring Steve calling for her and opened the door to get into the car. “Right. Get ourselves a real Houdini here,” he muttered to himself quickening his pace.

He started the car in silence while Kat stared out the window. “Hey, you should probably buckle up,” Steve advised.

“You should probably just drive real careful,” Kat deadpanned. “In case anyone drives by, even though it’s dark out, you don’t want people to see a seatbelt buckled with no one in the seat.”

“R-right. Good point, that’s a good point,” he nodded.

Kat was first to break the silence which filled the car, “What did Dustin mean when he said the monsters from the Other World have come back before?”

“So, Will got taken into the Upside Down by something and then these demogorgons appeared – that’s what we call them. They’re the monsters with heads that look… Well, they look like flowers in some weird way. But, uh, then Will got possessed by some kind of weird smoke from the Upside Down and was used as a spy for this weirdly intelligent misty monster. That’s the Mind Flayer. To protect him and the vines he used to spread the Upside Down into our world, there were demodogs, which, I guess, are teenage demogorgons. Then the Mind Flayer got trapped here and turned into this fleshy oozing version of itself. Mind tricked people into eating rat poison so they’d disintegrate. It tried to kill 011, but she sent it back to the Upside Down.”

“That’s when she lost her powers, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah… how– how did you know?”

“My Uncle Hank keeps tabs on her. He told me. He was actually here last month and helped me get my memories of the lab back. I just blocked most of it out. I stopped using my powers for a while. Or well, I numbed them using – let’s say – self-medication,” Kat scoffed at her recollection. “Now I know all too well what I’m capable of…” she trailed off as Steve pulled over to the phone booth.

Kat shrugged off her battle vest and smoothed down her hair as best she could. Steve gave her a confused look. “Blending in, just in case,” she said as she got out of the car. She patted her pockets once she was standing. “Shit,” she mumbled. “Hey, you got some quarters? Kinda left in a hurry…” Kat sheepishly said as she leaned back down to talk to Steve.

“Yeah, of course,” he said as he dug around his cup holder. “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” she said as she trotted over to the phone booth and picked up the phone, dialing Hank’s number. Steve did a double take as he saw Kat and then saw a dirty, dilapidated phone booth, which she created while waiting for her uncle to answer.

“Hello?” a voice on the other line said.

“The Firebird has landed.” Kat used her code name in case the phones had been tapped. She wasn’t about to let some random payphone ruin everything.

“Where the hell are you?! What’s happened? Carnation has been fearing the worst.”

“I’m safe. I’m protecting myself. I know what’s happening. It’s 001. He’s back. He’s behind the murders. Remember when I told you we needed 011 here? Well, Paddington needs to get his shit together and–”

“He has her. They just got to NINA.”

“Jesus, about damn time– wait, just got there? As in, like, today?”

“Yes. We’ve known of the rumblings. We weren’t expecting it so soon. As soon as we got word about what happened–”

“Oh, you weren’t expecting it? Because I haven’t been warning you about this for, gee, over a month now?!”

“I know, I know. I tried, believe me, I tried. What do you need?”

“I need you to get your asses in gear and for her to get back to normal, so I can have some semblance of backup! I don’t know what 001 is doing, but he’s either starting an army or gathering strength or both.”

“Has he been in your dreams lately?”

Kat scoffed. “Only every time I close my eyes. He wants me to join him. He says it’s only a matter of time. He attacked again tonight, I don’t think anyone’s found the body yet.”

“How do you know?” Hank’s tone was rushed, urgent.

“Because he wants me to. I don’t know, I just…do.”

“Why is he connecting with you and not–”

“Because I’m here. It’s like I’m in range. That’s why it wasn’t as bad in LA and I could ignore it.”

“And the headaches?”

“Worse than ever.”

“He could be feeding off of you. Using you as an energy source. Have you been shielding yourself?” Kat’s mouth hung open as she processed her uncle’s theory. He had to have been right, at least in some way. There was a reason Kat was connected to this. It wasn’t just because she had sent him away or simply to join him. It was personal. He wanted her power. He needed her power. “Hello? Are you there?”

“Y-yeah. Still here. Um, yeah, I’m shielding myself right now actually.”

“Okay, good. Just keep doing that. Keep him away for as long as you can. And we’ll be there ASAP.”

“Just hurry. Before more people die.”

Kat was about to hang up, when she heard, “Hey, kiddo?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful.” And then the line clicked, signaling the end of the call.

Without wasting any time, Kat was back in the car. Steve jumped when Kat opened the door. “A little warning would really be nice, ya know!” he exclaimed, clutching his chest.

“Sorry,” Kat chuckled.

As Steve made a u-turn, he asked, “Any luck with the call?”

“Not really,” Kat sighed. “I mean, the good news is that they have 011 and are working on getting her powers back. The bad news is they just got there today…” She shook her head. “We’re running out of time,” she whispered.

“Hey, we’ve beat this before. We have you here now, so we can and will do it again. We’ll find a way.”

“He’s only getting stronger…”

“We will find a way,” he said sternly. Kat offered a half smile. She didn’t have the heart to shut down Steve’s optimism, which she actually admired.

The rest of the ride was quiet, except when Kat asked for a napkin to wipe her nose, which she found in the glove compartment. As they pulled into the driveway, Kat offered Steve some advice. “Oh, hey, if you let Eddie know his friendship with Dustin bothers you, he’s just gonna keep dialing it up. It’s best to just not react. I swear, he lives to get under people’s skin.”

“No, no, no. I am not–”

“Save it, Steve. I saw the eye squint and so did he. Dustin’s like the closest thing he has to a little brother, but he respects the bond you guys have. He just has a hard time with sharing,” Kat laughed as she got out of the car.

“I’m not jealous,” Steve angrily mumbled to himself as he shut the car off and followed Kat back to the boathouse.

“The bad news is 011 only just got to the lab in Nevada. The good news is that they’re trying to get her powers back as we speak. So in the meantime–”

“We’re fucked,” Eddie interrupted as he finished Kat’s sentence.

“Basically. Look, you guys should head back before anyone sees you’re here.”

“Kat’s right, we gotta go,” Robin agreed.

“We’ll be back tomorrow to check in and fill you guys in on anything we find out,” Dustin assured.

Everyone said their goodbyes and the fugitives headed back inside. Kat turned on the radio, thankful that it had only been a handful of months since Rick had gotten busted and the house hadn’t been wrecked.

“You mind if I pick the music?” Eddie asked gently.

“Go ahead, I just wanted to put something on, just in case Vecna was lurking.” Kat let out a dry laugh, “I like that name for him.”

“It’s fitting. I guess they relate a bunch of shit to D&D to make sense of this,” he shrugged as he put in Rainbow’s Rising album into the tape deck and pressed rewind.

“Damn, I haven’t listened to this in forever,” Kat commented when it started to play.

Eddie made himself comfortable next to her. “You seem, uh, kinda far away. You okay?”

“Eddie, I’m scared,” she confessed as she looked up into Eddie’s calming and safe brown eyes with tears brimming in her own. “What if I’m not strong enough?” she whispered, her voice quivering.

He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. “From what you showed me, and told me, that 011 girl was able to send that asshole to some other dimension because of you.”

“But she could’ve–”

Eddie placed his finger on her lips and continued. “We’ll never know, will we? Maybe she could have done it on her own. But she didn’t. You were there. You’ll tap into your power when you need it most and if you tapped into enough to evaporate Vecna to another world once, you can do it again. Like… like that physics rule or some shit, I don’t know, I can never pay attention. Anyway, this time? There won’t even be enough of him left to send to the next town over. You hear me?”

Sadly, Kat nodded. She knew Eddie was right. What was the famous law? “The Law of Conservation… Eddie, you’re a genius!”

“I’m a what, now?”

“I said, you’re a genius!”

“I know. Just don’t get to hear that often, so I had to hear it again,” Eddie said with an accomplished smile. “But, uh, how…exactly…am I a genius?”

“The Law of Conservation. Energy can neither be created nor destroyed – only converted from one form of energy to another,” Kat rattled off.

“How the hell do you remember that?”

“Eddie, my power is energy. I manipulate the energy around me. Who’s to say I can’t do it again? Maybe… Maybe there’s something that can power me up or I can tap into?”

“Now she gets it. But, uh, I’m afraid this is where my genius skills end. You’re gonna need Henderson to, uh, formulate this idea.”

Kat snuggled up to Eddie and hugged him as best she could, holding him tightly. “I really don’t know what I ever did without you.”

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#eddie munson #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin buckley #max mayfield #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson x female oc #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson fix it fic #stranger things fix it #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #steddie

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mothxmoons · 2 years

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Wesker better get his ass out of dbd cause I just got this pretty bustier at Spirit Halloween and now I can put it together with this skirt I got from Target that’s black and has red stripes at the bottom. He’s gonna miss out fr.

Also I love your hc about Wesker leaving small traces of his visits behind. Makes me think back on my AirPods case and my sunglasses case situation. Still don’t know how to explain those. -SWA

Oh, yeah…

#asks!#sentient anons adventures

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giuknumberonebassist · 3 years

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NCT 127 as supernatural creatures

last one and then i disappear probably-

halloween specials are a fav of mine so 😌 i’m sorry i didn’t post this i got swamped with uni work i’m so sad 😭

Lee Taeyong

🌹 a shapeshifter, he likes to scare people in different forms

🌹 not to be mean or anything he just likes to see the look on peoples’ faces when a tiger just walks up beside them

🌹 it’s kinda funny to him, but when he does this to you and you don’t flinch he’s like …wat…

🌹 no fr he’s so confused and he just shifts, and he’s sitting on the ground looking up at you with a pout on his face like ???why???

🌹 and apajakjs hes so cute how can you not squish his cheeks ^•^

🌹 now he has this big smile on his face AND HE DOESNT KNOW WHY

Moon Taeil

🌕 a siren, man’s voice is insane like please appreciate king moon taeil’s voice more >:( we stan talent

🌕 the sweetest siren though, he just likes to sit and talk to people who think he’s just a dude who likes the ocean a lot

🌕 or he stares at the moon like ‘why is this my life why can’t i be a regular human???’ sad boi hours

🌕 is only moderately happy when he meets you the first time because he accidentally hypnotized you

🌕 he didn’t know you were there!!! stopped immediately cause wow look at that human they are gorgeous

🌕 infatuated with you but does not let you see him, he doesn’t want you to be scared of him i’m sad-

Johhny Suh

🐱 a werewolf, big dude much fur very scare

🐱 tbh he isn’t that scary but he wishes he was

🐱 he just follows you around??? in wolf form cause it’s creepy if he did it in human form

🐱 he likes your scent for some reason and he just wants to protecc (must protecc johfam and nctzens it’s his JOB)

🐱 it’s not terrifying at all that a giant wolf is following you around, no not at all idk what you’re talking about

🐱 he does not realize how scary he’s being pls

Nakamoto Yuta

🐙 a vampire, i have one thing to say about this: sexc

🐙 anyways he’s very good at what he does, luring people in? amazing done in one second, mind control? making people forget what happened to them? absolutely amazing and no one can stop him

🐙 except someone can stop him and that’s you

🐙 he’s just so whipped from that first moment onward

🐙 he was this scary being that should have been feared but around you? he’s nothing of the sort he is his actual self

🐙 fluffy boy who just wants love and affection

Kim Doyoung

🐰 a ghost, does he remember dying? no, does he remember when he died? no, is he okay with haunting this house for the rest of eternity? also no he hates it here

🐰 kinda wishes he could actually rest but for some reason he’s still here dealing with everyone else

🐰 does his world get a little brighter when you step into it? yes he’s so happy to finally have someone who understand him and wants him to be happy too

🐰 it’s really sad but sometimes you spend hours pouring over books in the library with him to figure out how he could cross over

🐰 he doesn’t realize how sad it makes you that he wants to leave you behind so bad

🐰 until he finds the way to set himself free and you’re looking at him for the last time and he sees the tears in your eyes and then he’s like ‘oh no what have i done’ but it’s too late he’s gone

🐰 should i write a fic about this?????????? omg crying alert

Jung Jaehyun

🍑 a demon, like a super sexc demon tho

🍑 y’all ever just look at him and be like dam he seggc? yeah, it’s ten times worse if he’s a demon

🍑 dude is sought after by EVERYONE LIKE LITERALLY EVERYONE WANTS HIM

🍑 does he care? no, cause he has his favourite human and that’s all he needs :]

🍑 people think he’s like super handsy and freaky but he’s actually tinie and soft and only wants someone to love him for who he is

🍑 he’s loyal and even if someone tries something on him he’s like *flick* and they’re gone!

🍑 i don’t think we want to know what that flick does to people tbrh

Kim Jungwoo

🐶 a siren as well

🐶 he does what he’s supposed to do, everyone expects something from him and he does it perfectly

🐶 until, BAM cute human alert

🐶 that’s it for him he’s whipped and there is no going back, he’s going to figure out how to become human and win your love and he’s gonna be really obnoxious about it (in a loving way)

🐶 calls your name the way he calls yuta in the anime voice when you’re on the beach and you’re just like ???wtf???

🐶 and then he makes friends with you and somehow you just gravitate towards him??? like no siren powers happening here you just like being around him

(mark and haechan can be found in my dream post)

#nct fic #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 #lee taeyong #moon taeil #johhny suh #nakamoto yuta #kim doyoung #jung jaehyun #kim jungwoo #nct

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myveryownfanfiction · 3 years

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Happy Halloween! This is the last of the Halloween stories for this year. Thanks to everyone who submitted a request and hope to see you all again soon! Sorry it’s a bit long. But I had to show the sheriff a little love. And I also didn’t mean for it to be so personal to me but it kind of just happened and I’m not sorry for it. Especially since it shows off the sweetness of the character that there was only a glimpse of in Halloween 2

also I’ll say it here and again I guess but put ur age in ur bio if u follow me. Those who don’t have it or r under 18 will be blocked. No questions asked. Minors DNI 18+ only

warnings: none just tooth rotting sweet fluff, minor swearing, possible teasing of brad dourifs accent idk I love his accent but might come off the wrong way, brief spoiler for nightmare on elm street (1984)

I sat on the couch in my costume tapping my foot against the coffee table in annoyance. I knew it was the busiest day of the year and I knew that he would have been asked to stay late but he had promised. Our first Halloween together would not be ruined by sheriff Lee Brackett having to stay at the station. He could patrol the streets in his uniform and collect candy with me while keeping an eye out for crime.

“Hello haddonfield non-emergency.“ the line picked up.

“Hi Linda! It’s (Y/N). Can you transfer me to Lee?” I picked at a loose string on my sleeve while I waited.

”One moment please.” I stood up and made my way to the door as a couple of kids ran up the porch. I greeted them and let them grab some candy from the bowl lee and I had prepared. The phone clicked through as I was waving to their parents.

“Hello sweetie. What’s up?” Lees voice broke through.

“Lee! What are you?” I exclaimed as I closed the door. “You were supposed to be home half an hour ago. Foot patrol remember? And trick or treating with me on our first Halloween?”

“Shit.” It was quiet but I heard him all the same. There was some fumbling in the background which could only be lee preparing to leave.

“language lee.” I giggled. There was a mumbled ‘yeah yeah yeah’ which caused me to laugh more. “So you heading out now?”

“well in about twenty minutes.“ lee said with regret in his voice. I sighed but he cut me off before I could say anything. “Sweetie I know. I know sweetie. I did promise. And I’ll be there. But it’s the…”

”busiest night of the year.” It was his turn to sigh.

“I’m going to hurry. I swear.“ I turned towards the coat closet and grabbed the jacket that went with my costume. “I’ll pass off the paperwork to the deputy and I’ll have Linda deal with anything that comes up. Just give me twenty minutes.“

“you’re lucky I love you.“ I smiled as his laugh came over the line. “See you soon sheriff.”

“see you soon sweetie. Love you too.” The line click off and I picked up the candy bowl. Closing the door behind me and locking it, I set the bowl on the porch next to the little sign lee had made for the trick or treaters. Smiling to myself and I stole a piece, I started the ten minute walk to the station. I waved at all the kids and parents that I saw along the way until I got distracted by the stroude house. “Hi Laurie!“ I called when I saw her sitting on the porch.

“Hey! No sheriff tonight?” She asked as I walked up the walkway.

“Yes and no. He got stuck at the station.“ I leaned against one of the posts on her porch. “I was on my way to meet him.“

“hows it going? Dating the sheriff.” I smiled and scratched the back of my head.

“it’s nice. Nothing to brag about. But I enjoy his company and luckily he enjoys mine.” Laurie nodded along. “What about you? Anyone to call your own yet?” She shook her head before becoming preoccupied with the bowl of candy in her lap. “It’s ok. Someone with come along. They might come along quicker if uou stopped letting Annie set you up on dates that don’t work.” I gently poked lauries side.

“the guys Annie picks aren’t bad. They just don’t want to be involved with someone like me.” Laurie squirmed away from me.

“it’s alright. it takes time for the right one to come along.“ we fell into a comfortable silence. “How are your folks?”

”they’re good. Mom dragged dad to a party so I’m holding down the fort until tommy shows up.” I smiled.

“tell him I said hi.” I reached into my pocket for the spare piece of candy I had. “And give him this. I know he wasn’t happy about having to miss trick or treat this year.“ we both looked up at the car horn that went off. I smiled as I saw lee lean out of the window to wave at us.

“thanks. I know he’ll appreciate it.“ Laurie put the candy in her pocket. “Looks like your ride is here.” I laughed and set off for the sheriff car.

”hey there.” I greeted him as I leaned against the drivers door. “What brings you round here stranger?” Lee shook his head before giving me a peck on the lips.

“I thought you were going to meet me at the house .” He scolded as I got in the car. “Imagine my surprise when I see you hanging out at the stroude house.” I shrugged and settled in as we drove back to my place. I unlocked the door so lee could drop off what he needed to and waited for him to toss his shades on my hall table.

”you ready yet lee? It’s gonna get dark soon and then you won’t even be on duty anymore.“ I was bouncing with excitement. Lee chuckled as he made his way over to me as quickly as possible. I took his hand and pulled his arm over my shoulders.

“you say that as if it’s a bad thing.” I shrugged and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“it wouldn’t be so bad if you werent on duty. More fun that we could get into.” I teased. “But then what kind of example would you be setting for the youth of America?” I giggled as lee steered us in the direction of the school.

“a piss poor one.” I gazed at lee for a second before quickly turning away. “What?”

”nothing. Just admiring the view.” Lee squeezed my shoulder and pulled me closer. “Have I told you how much I love your accent?” There was a pause in our conversation as I pulled him to the side to let kids run past.

“it ain’t an accent.“ lee grumbled. “It’s a drawl.”

“is so.“ I teased back. “and I really do love it. Soothing and sexy all at the same time. It’s perfect.“ lee rolled his eyes as we continued walking down the street. My head was on his shoulder as we continued down the street. Our conversations ranged from everything to nothing. As the night grew colder, lee took off his jacket and put it around me.

“and what if you get cold?” I scolded. Lee shook his head and kissed my temple In response. An hour later we were heading back to my place. I hung our jackets up while lee went to change out of his uniform. While he picked the movie, I changed out of my costume. “What’s you pick?” Lee held his arm up for me to curl into his side.

“a nightmare on elm street.” He pulled me close as the movie started and I wrapped my arms around him.

”my favorite. Good choice.” Lee was warm against me and despite my best efforts I was starting to fall asleep.

“oh shit.” Lees whisper woke me up as he sat up more on the couch. “How can you enjoy this scene that much? I thought you adored this guy.” I blinked to clear my eyes and started to giggle as I watched Johnny depp get pulled into his bed.

“gets better in a second.” Lee glanced at me before muttering an ’oh god’ and covering his mouth. I laughed at his reaction and paused the film. “Too much for you sheriff?” Lee shook his head and took out the film from the player.

“I cant believe that was the scene that made you fall in love with this film. i still can’t believe it.“ I laughed and gathered up the rest of the movies that were sitting on the coffee table.

“lee I was in high school. I had just gotten through a traumatic event and I was looking for a way to cope. That scene,” I paused as I mulled over how much to tell him. “That scene was so ingenious to me that it…it just made me feel like I wasn’t crazy for feeling the way I did. That maybe there was some way for that trauma to be put to good use. Hence why I do so much for Halloween.”

“hence why you go overboard on Halloween you mean.” Lee had a teasing tone to his voice but his tight hug and soft accent told me he was thinking over exactly what had happened to me at a young age. “I understand though. I really do. You had trauma and that fountain of blood helped you work through it.” I melted into lee as he wrapped me up in a hug. His chin rested on the top of my head as I tried to bury my face in his chest. “And as much as I don’t understand why you find that one death more enjoyable than all the others he’s had or can even stomach it myself I’m glad you have something to hold onto the way you do and help you work through what you need to.” I tilted my head up to kiss his jaw.

“thank you.” Lee responded with a kiss before leading me upstairs. It wasn’t until we were curled up against each other in bed that lee finally asked the important question.

“I’m the first to accept that aren’t I?” I squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn’t start to cry. When I didn’t respond, he pulled me closer and pressed his lips against my forehead. “So that means I am.“ there was a moment of silence. “I’m sorry no one else ever showed you understanding or compassion about this. I’m always here for you no matter what.” I hugged him tight and nodded against his chest.

“I’m here for you too.” I reminded him.

“one day I’ll tell you about that night. Just like I know one day you’ll tell me about what happened to you. But let’s just enjoy this for now.” Lee whispered. It took a while before he drifted off with whispers of love and promises I hoped he would keep. I drifted off shortly after making one last promise.

“one day.” I whispered as I looked at the picture frame on my nightstand. “One day.”

#Lee brackett #Lee brackett x reader #lee brackett fanfic #lee brackett fanfiction #Lee brackett imagine #Sheriff brackett #Sheriff brackett imagine #Sheriff brackett fanfic #Sheriff bracket fanfiction #Sheriff bracket x reader #Brad dourif #brad dourif imagine #brad dourif fanfic #brad dourif x reader #brad dourif fanfiction #halloween #rob zombies halloween

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riphimopen · 2 years

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i'm watching the Halloweens for the first time these days (skipping the third one and the sixth one bc fuck off obviously) and you're the michael expert in my eyes i wanna know EVERYTHING you think of him and how do you feel about the rob zombie version etc etc <3 thank youuuu

IM THE EXPERT????? OH BOY IM SMOOCHING YOU no youre making the right choices FUCK 3 6 and FUCK rz. ok here we go let me just talk abt the movies first

west coast best coast first movie best movie PERIOD obv im all for expanding on mikes character and shit etc but 1978 said THERE IS A FUCKED UP GUY PERIOD. THATS IT. and i really admired their dedication to lack of detail. like if i was just gonna watch one and done? first movie has mike, jamie lee curtis, and murders, and thats really all you need. plus obv cinematography and soundtrack

H2 is where we get BALLING its got explosions doctors MORE JAMIE LEE CURTIS and ofc...... my favorite plot twist on da planet lol <333 personally i love the sibling twist bc its funny as SHIT. h2 is a good one. ending wild as shit

h3 not real #girl

h4 and 5......... UGH ok i love jamie lloyd sm she a baby fr and one of the best things to happen to the franchise. WE DO NOT TALK ABT THE THORN CURSE OR H6 THEY R NOT REAL overall 4+5 as a package deal are solid and have some good moments, if you can get past the stupid druid shit and the man in black theres lots to expand on mikes character and make you HATE sam loomis

h20 is the FUNNIEST SHIT on the planet. PERIOD LMAOO LIKE??? this was really the Laurie Off Tha Shits movie and i think they were SO brave for that i personally dont keep it main cannon in my little brain but its extremely funny and i love the emphasis on sibling dynamic. its so good and by the end ur yelling like YES thats what horror characters SHOULD have done

resurrection................... GOD well. i wish jlc couldve done the whole thing but she didnt. and mike gets electrocuted in da balls by Busta Rhymes so thats really all there is to that one

now on the rob zombie shit. asides from the EXTREME amount of nudity and sex scenes in that shit, asides from all the other things that dont work w those movies, THE THING THAT IRKS ME IS THAT HE TRIED TO REMAKE JASON. he tried to make michael into a hulking sympathetic giant with an abusive childhood who can talk to his mothers vision and is heavily motivated by his grief trauma and emotions like. We Literally Already Have Jason Thank You. myers is meant to be some batshit 5'10 dude completely off his gourd and ASIDES FROM ALL THE WEIRD MISOGYNY AND VIOLENCE of the rzs, they just do a shitty job of recharacterizing mike

AND LASTLY THE 2018 TRILLOGY..... ok so 2018 was solid. kinda dumb, but we get laurie for the lesbians and bald asf myers. kinda stupid asf to be hyping him up if they're picking up right after the first one, and im bummed they didnt keep the sibling plot, but whatever

KILLS, however. this movie is true to its name and has good kill scenes but thats ALL i can say in its favor. it's muddled commentary on mob mentality and policy brutality completely overshadow any point it may have made about ableism within the horror genre and it ultimately ends up advocating for the police to murder unarmed citizens while simultaneously being extremely preachy in condoning mob violence, encouraging the public to leave things to the cops and encouraging cops to be more violent. BUT: mike takes out all those firefighters and it fucks hard so its ur call to balance

and u want 2 hear what i think abt mike..... ugh i luv u ok. so ive said it before and ill say it again i LOVE two dimensional evil characters who are just SHITTY and villainous and nothing behind their eyes. but since michaels establishment in the very first film, we are given too much of his background to properly categorize him as one of the above. this is a medically abused severely drugged young adult breaking out of a decade and a half of serious trauma and going off the shits one night; one can hardly take a character one meets as a helpless child and condemn it to the label of monster. my design and interpretation of michael are heavily based on my experience with mental illness because, when u really boil him down, he is a mentally ill person who was never given the help he needed and was in fact exploited, abused, and mistreated, and went off the rails bc of it. its largely a critique of the medical field: i hate doctors. the way i see michael is as literally just some guy, some complete rando, who was dealt shitty mental health at a young age, handed over to abusers, and was able to achieve the catharsis and vindication of becoming the monster theyd told him he was bc. well i love rage killing and excessive violence lol

deep sigh anyway thank u SO much 4 asking dont take any of this as law and make sure to formulate ur own opinions ofc donate a billion dollars to ur local mentally ill person AND REMEMBER: horror movies is for laughing and going "AH!" and thats all there is 2 it.

#asks #michael myers #halloween 1978

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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THE SEXY

HALL🎃WEEN COSTUME 🎃👻💀🍬 YOU WEAR THAT MAKES YOUR VOLLEYBALL PLAYER GO: 🥵🥺 part 2

Haikyuu!!

Ft. Tendou, Kenma, Daishou, & Aran

Part 1 | Part 2 🩸 Part 3 🩸 Part 4 🩸 Part 5 🩸

Ojiro Aran -

A Pretty AF Princess👑👸

this hubby-material, absolutely perfect creation of a man has a royal kink. It’s not up for debate!

argue with your mother if you disagree

Not in some crazy cocky sense where he thinks he’s royalty or something...

It’s moreso that he literally sees you as his princess already..... and treats you like it—even though you two have only been on a handful of dates!!!

Where you wore cute and casual outfits only.

Sooooo when you’re dressed as how this boy actually sees you....mannnnnnnnn

Aran Ojiro is all: 😦😦‘s and 🥺🥺🥺🥺’s

and a whole lotta 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩’s

Be prepared for him to shower you with compliments and attention, god damn

At the Olympic Team’s sober bar hop yall go to, Aran’s telling you how beautiful you look and how much a crown on your head suits you every half an hour

It puts butterflies in your stomach every time.

He’s dressed as a Prince to match you (which you had to beg him to wear because he doesn’t like the attention) and the entire night your new boo thing was treating you so sweetly

Kissing your hand, holding you bridal style through door frames, bowing to you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 the whole nine yards

The twins, Bokuto, and even Sakusa kept making fun of him for being so simpy

But the man didn’t care lmao! he kept speaking over the boys when they chirped him, yelling at them that they are FORBIDDEN TO SPEAK TO YOUR MAJESTY WITHOUT ROYAL PERMISSION 💀

You couldn’t stop blushing, even though you were shy... you secretly felt like you were on cloud nine by the way he was being with you, honestly

You thought the dates couldn’t get better but here we are.

“Ojiro..........” You blushed as you watch the guy you’re seeing and falling in love with Oop— press his plump and soft lips to you hand again.

“Hm?” He asks, opening them and looking up at you through his long lashes. He never removed your hand from his lips. You swooned even harder as your heart pounded, looking away. You tried again.

“Umm.... you’re just being so kind treating me like this all night even though your friends are making fun of you, and you say it’s because I am your Princess but.... you do know that YOU’RE the one that gives off a Royal vibes, right?! Your entire aura and the way you carry yourself—even when I first met you—screams King. Plus everyone says it. That’s why people keep saying how much your costume fits you. You’re Like........” You gave yourself a beat to think. “—-you’re like the kind and gentle Prince who takes over his father’s throne and changes all the mean laws that were there.... then takes the peasant girl for his wife because he only cares about true love. That would totally be you. You’re like, amazing, Ojiro.”

You were still looking away from your crush when you finished, immediately wanting to sink in a hole caused by utter embarrassment.

What am I, a damn Disney narrator?🙄, you thought pathetically.

Aran studied your features when you said all of this, his eyes softening. As soon as you were done speaking, he romantically pressed his lips against your hand again and then brought your hand down between you two, holding it.

Next, he gently turned your chin with his free hand so that you were facing him, and so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

You whimpered from the intensity you saw there.

“Y/N,” Ojiro began in his gentle-king voice.

“I could really go on with a monologue right now about how you carry yourself the same way you just described for me—like a Princess who overtakes her father’s throne and denounces any preexisting closed minded laws, then decides to give the humble baker—that’s me, a shot at a life of euphoria with you...... but I’ll save that for another time....” he paused, and you swore that you would never forgive yourself if the tears you were feeling decided to fall and ruin this moment.

“No! It’s you, Ojiro. I’m not even close. You’re so perfect and—“ A handsome smirk graced Aran’s handsome face, making your butterflies explode. Somehow looking at that smirk you just knew that he could tell you were holding back tears with everything in you, so, being the modern Prince he is, Aran came to your tear-saving rescue. He lightened the voice, effectively lightening the mood; but his eyes remained just as intense. He chuckled cutely before explaining the reason behind the intensity.

“Okay well uhh, hey, if you insist on calling me a Prince.... Then... as my first order of duty 👑, I’d like to ask you, my fair maiden, if would consider being so kind as to call this Prince: your new boyfriend? I mean—damn—sorry, did they even use that term back then?!”

Your heart bursted, practically springing out of your chest:

Not Prince Eric, not Prince Charming and not even Flynn fucking Rider had anything on how amazing this Prince was!

Your emotions bubbled over, letting out giggles that sounded just like a real Disney Princess’.

“Yes, Aran!” You exclaimed, lunging forward to hug him. Aran laughed brilliantly, thanking you.

You just basked yourself in this ending: Not knowing that your “yes” was the beginning..... of your fairytale.

A/N: shoutout to my upcoming King Aran AU omg I am smitten 🥺🥺🥺

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Kenma Kozume -

Gamer Girl 🕹🔌

When it comes to Halloween costumes.......

You and your boyfriend Kenma are both lazy.

So when Kuroo called and screamed at both of you because you promised to go to his work’s party tonight, (especially Kenma who would look really good to his superiors) you both reluctantly agreed .... again😑😑😑

While Kenma simply showered, dried his hair and put on your cat ear head band and called it a day,

You realized that you had to scramble for a presentable costume. Shit.

You scoured Kenma’s condo since you have been staying here and won’t have time to go home.

Freaking out because you found shit all, your bf told you that you really don’t have to wear a stupid costume because this party is stupid and Kuroo himself is stupid.

Speaking of the devil: kenmas phone starting ringing with the Kuroo ringtone, meaning he was calling.

Kenma tried to ignore it, so you went into his game room to retrieve his phone for him.

While you looked for his phone near his gaming set up, your eyes fell on your boyfriend’s Professional Gamer headphones.

You placed his headphones on, fixed your glasses and decided you’d go as a cute gamer girl!

Kozume followed you in after a while when he didn’t hear you on the phone, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw you.

“Th-those are my headphones.” Your youtuber says flatly, trying not think about how mind blowingly attractive you look with them on. 🤯🤯🤯

You just pointed at his costume.

“And that’s my kitty headband. What’s your point?” You retorted, winking at him behind your glasses. “I have a costume now: I’m a gamer girl. Do you like it?”

Cat boy could only nod, his eyes growing dark. He pictured you gaming and it made him suuuuuper turned on.

You noticed and like the little shit you are, you closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around his neck. You puckered your lips asking for a kiss.

Kenma’s cheeks flared up, unable to stop himself from looking down your tight black & white tank top at your boobs.

In true Kenma style, he ignored your ask for a kiss.

“Kuroo is probably ou-out-outside, Y-Y/N. We should go.” Obviously flustered, your boyfriend quickly collected his phone from his desk and made a beeline out of his game room.

You laughed, calling out to him from your place in the room. “I saw your boner, Kenma!”

“Shut up.” You heard your monotone boyfriend call back. You could picture his blush.

You smiled.

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Daishō Suguru -

Poison Ivy 🧑‍🦰🌿🥀

Your boyfriend is a self proclaimed snake . 🐍 he even recently got one tatted on one side of his chest and it looks AH-MA-ZING

But anyways... like I said:

Your boyfriend is a self proclaimed snake .

.....And Snakes like leaves 🍃

Therefore, you dressed as a leaf.

LMAOOOOOOOOOO

After you got all ready,

You Facetime’d him because he was away at a tournament and you wanted to show him your costume

When Daishō answered while grocery shopping, he was not prepared. He dropped his phone, picked it up, stared at you in awe, then he quickly hung up on you.

He didn’t want to sport a boner in the fucking meat aisle so he practically raced to the cash and called you back when he got in his car. Lol

no but fr Daishou went gaga when he saw you dressed as the sexy Poison Ivy

Not only is he a DC > Marvel Enthusiast, but Daishō loooved Poison Ivy because he and the super hero/villain had similar personalities

Poison Ivy approached DC Universe situations the same way Daishō approached rival volleyball games: with a manipulative sense, a temptress grin, and ultimately being someone no one you can tell whether they are a hero or a villain.

With all of that to consider, your man wasn’t even thinking about that because he was too busy thinking you look like sex-on-legs

He stared at your body madddd hard

“Fuck me. I wish I was Clark Kent right now so I had x-ray vision.” He groaned as he covered his free hand over his face, opening his fingers to peek at you. “What are you wearing under those leaves? Anything?!” Your snake-like boyfriend tried to sound stern, but you knew better.

“Nothing.”

Licking your red lips, you lean toward your laptop so that your boyfriend could see a close up of those red lips.

You saw him instinctively lean closer to the camera and take a deep breath.

“Your Best Friends/Name isn’t picking me up for another hour, Dai. But you and I both know that really means two hours. Anyway, I’ll slip on underwear when she gets here but I was....... sort of hoping you could show Poison Ivy that snake of yours......before then. She hasn’t met him yet🥺.”

In his rush to get back to his hotel for some hot ass web cam sex, Sugaru forgot the groceries in the car. Oh well ;)

the extra grocery trip he’d have to take later that night was well worth it.

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Tendō Satori -

Skeleton Chick w Dope Clown Makeup

“Y/N CHAAAAAAAANNNNN!”

you cringed and put your hands out in front of you to protect yourself, just in time before your boyfriend Tendou tackled you on the bed you two share

You expected this, and that’s why you had strategically placed yourself in front of the bed when you finally told your boyfriend you were done your makeup

3 hours ago, you had a long talk with your red head as he sat down with his legs folded like a kindergarten student:

“Ten. I love you, but you are NOT ALLOWED back in the room until I’m done my makeup. You’re too loud, and you’re making me shake. I need precision. I promise I’ll call you in when I’m done and have my costume on.”

Just like a kindergartener student, your boyfriend gave you puppy dog eyes.

“BUT—“

“Ztttt! No buts!” You shut your eyes so that you weren’t looking at his puppy dog eyes that get you every time. “Ten, you can come in as soon as it’s done.”

You heard him sigh, so you sealed the deal.

“Don’t forget that You’ll be the first to see it, my special boy.”

“Alright!!!!” Tendou jumped up.

“Please, bring me to the room and shut the door behind you.” Since your eyes were still closed, your boyfriend hummed and linked his arm through yours, doing exactly as you asked. He lead you to your vanity and helped you sit down.

“I’ll be waiting! Cant wait to see it! I’m going to bake a Halloween cake to waste time!”

You felt a familiar kiss to the top of your head, then you heard your bedroom door shut.

God you loved that Chocolatier.

***

3 hours later, you were questioning why you loved that Chocolatier🙄, because he was crushing you under his weight after tackling you

Your boyfriend quickly rolled off of you and began his chatter.

This was both of your favourite holidays so Satori has been gushing the entire week

“OHO, you look awesome, Y/N-chan! When I was young, no one would take Halloween as seriously as I did so they’d say hurtful things behind my back and it made me very sad.....!!! Last year Ushi actually dressed up as the peanut butter to my jelly which was cool, but he didn’t know the words to the song for Karaoke......” His eyes lit up. “But now I have YOU! Someone who loves October 31st as much if not more than me! Oh, and you look beautiful AND scary! How did you do that??? Can you do my makeup like that, my love?! I want to match you! I also want to make love to you..... and—“

You reached over and covered Tendou’s mouth with your index finger.

This cutie shushed himself, making himself cross eyed because he was now looking down at your finger on his own lips

You laughed. There is so much you could respond to, but thinking about a baby Ten being all excited for Halloween and his stupid bullies making him feel like shit for it tug at your heart strings, disallowing you to say anything else to your brilliant Chocolatier:

“Ten...........I love you. Happy Halloween.” 😌

This time, you hadn’t had enough time to put your arms out before you were tackled by an enamoured Tendou Satori again.

Who do you want to see react to your Sexy Hall🎃ween Costume next?

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never thought i’d see it break

okay listen.... i am sorry for this fic, mainly because i know some of y’all are going to drag me into the ground for this. but i wanted to write some angst and while it might not be super angsty in theory it definitely counts because our favorite idiots don’t end up together. like at all. so once again, sorry for any mental anguish i may cause, i promise i’ll make it up to you guys tomorrow.

also i cried writing this so good luck

Halloween 2020

She really didn’t think that the day would hit her so hard. The days leading up to it had been uneventful, the decorations lining the halls at work not fazing her in the slightest as she went about her daily routine. But when Jo woke up on Halloween morning, it felt like the past year of her life was slapping her in the face. The cold harsh reality of her husband up and leaving her sat deep in the pit of her stomach, her mind reeling as she laid in bed.

“Are you getting up today,” Levi looked at Jo from his position on the couch, eyeing her warily. “Because I had plans but I can cancel them.” “Get out, go away,” Jo’s monotone voice was barely above a mumble as she stared menacingly at Levi. “Let me wallow once again in the realization that my marriage has failed and I will probably die alone. Or with you. Can’t tell which of those is worse.”

Levi blew out a short breath, gathering his things and letting Jo know he was going to hang out with Nico for the day. Once the door to the loft was closed and locked, Jo reached beneath her bed and pulled out a large black box. Pulling the lid off, her breath caught in her throat as she took in the contents of the box.

Laying on top was a ratty tshirt, one that Jo had once religiously worn as she climbed into bed every night. The faded Iowa State logo stared up at her with a menacing aura, the memories that came with it too painful for Jo to relive. She set it aside and reached for the photo album below it, the dusty jacket brandishing a name she’d wished she could forget but rang through her mind everyday.

The Karev’s.

She knew it was torture, opening the book up to look at photos of a day that was once happy and beautiful but now filled her eyes with tears, but she did it anyways. The shades of blue and yellow that graced the pages, the smiling faces of their friends, of him, were like a glowering unwanted sign that her life had taken a detour that she had neither wanted nor anticipated. It didn’t help that there was a Polaroid tucked into the back page, her and Alex grinning at the camera with fake blood and vampire fangs adorning their faces.

Hastily shoving the photobook and shirt back into the box, Jo ignored the numerous photos, ticket stubs, letters, and other memorabilia from the years she’d spent with Alex and shoved the box back under the bed. Why she’d thought taking it out was a good idea she would never know, but the feeling that had been blossoming when she woke up was now taking over her entire chest in a painful display.

How had her life been so different a year ago? Sure it wasn’t ever picture perfect, her and Alex had their differences but they’d always worked through whatever was thrown at them together. His dad, DeLuca, Paul, him getting fired, her mom… every single problem they’d faced in their seven years together had been done exactly like that, together. Whether by choice or by reluctant agreement, the two were always there for one another, but apparently ex wives with two children she kept a secret for five years was where they drew the line. Where Alex drew the line.

Knowing she wouldn’t be doing the laundry that was piling up or scrubbing the sinks that needed some TLC, Jo settled back into bed, eyes watering as she scooted to the right side of the bed and clutched the now unused pillow that lay there. It didn’t smell like him any longer, but the comfort of holding the fabric to her chest still held.

That’s where Meredith found her hours later, tear stains across her cheeks as she slept through the afternoon. A heavy sigh left the blonde as she settled onto the edge of the bed, one hand patting Jo’s shoulder affectionately as she woke.

“Schmitt texted, he said you were wallowing in misery so I figured that was a cry for help,” Meredith let out a chuckle at Jo’s angry expression. “Come on, you can come take the kids trick or treating with me, it’ll be a good distraction.”

“I don’t want to move,” Jo mumbled into her pillow, eyes barely moving to meet Meredith’s. “I want to lay here until I sink so far into the mattress that no one can ever find me again.” “Jo, it’s been months. And I know it’s not easy, but you’ve been so strong through all of this, I’d hate to see one day ruin everything for you,” Jo sighed at Meredith’s words, knowing her friend was right. “If you get up now I will pour wine into a tumbler for you to drink while we walk around.” “Fine,” Jo rolled out of bed, glaring at Meredith as she did so. “But I’m only getting up for the wine.”

Halloween 2023

“You know I don’t normally interact with other humans on Halloween.”

Jo stood in the doorway of her apartment, a grin on her face as she looked at the man in front of her. His grin was threatening to overtake his face as he leaned down and kissed her sweetly, one arm wrapping around her waist, “I brought beer and scary movies, will you let me in now?”

“Okay fine, only because of the beer and not because I like you so much,” Jo rolled her eyes and opened the door fully, letting Jack into the apartment and locking the door behind him. “Please tell me you have Scream in your collection, otherwise I don’t think this is gonna work out.”

Jack pulled out the aforementioned DVD case, eliciting a cheer from Jo as he set up the movie. She really didn’t think she’d been this happy in a long time, the feeling of happiness bubbling in her chest as she grabbed popcorn an altogether new experience.

When she’d picked up a Safe Haven baby from Station 19 four months ago, she hadn’t expected to have an hour and a half long conversation with Jack Gibson, who’d been sitting with the little girl before she’d arrived. Their conversation flowed so easily that the two had picked it up over dinner that night and the rest was history.

She hadn’t seen anyone since Alex left, she hadn’t wanted to waste time on something that was going to leave her heartbroken again because she just couldn’t do that. But the connection she felt with Jack was real and exciting and something Jo hadn’t realized she’d needed until she had it. It almost distracted her from the fact that today her and Alex should be celebrating four years of marriage together. Almost.

“Are you dazing out again over there,” Jack’s voice was light and cheery, but Jo could see the concern etched on his face as soon as he took a good look at her. “Hey, what’s wrong? We can watch Poltergeist if that’s what you want.”

A heavy sigh left Jo as she realized that she’d have to tell someone else exactly why today was one of her least favorite days of the year. Of course Jack knew that she was divorced, he’d met Alex once or twice when bringing in patients but he didn’t know everything. It wasn’t something that you should burden your partner with four months into your relationship, the ways that you failed in your previous marriage.

“I was married. Obviously. And we got married on Halloween, so that’s why I don’t like being around people today, because it still sucks,” Jo’s gaze was concentrated on her fingers as she spoke, not wanting to see the pitiful expression on Jack’s face as she relayed her tragic backstory. “And I didn’t really wanna bring it up because you… you are the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time and I don’t want to ruin that by talking about my failed marriage.”

Eyes finally flitting up to look at Jack, Jo was startled to find empathy instead of pity in his expression. She knew he’d had a rough upbringing like her, that neither of them had been handed anything they had in life, but the unexpected compassion and Jack showed her always took her by surprise.

“You are a badass. And for the record, you’re the best thing that’s happened for me in quite awhile too,” Jack wrapped his arms around Jo and brought her into his chest, pressing a kiss into her hair. “Would it make you feel better if we played a drinking game and got ridiculously drunk?”

“You know me so well,” Jo giggled as her eyes met Jack’s, his green eyes sparkling with that same sense of compassion that he always wore so brightly when he was around her.

The two settled in for a night filled with laughter, shots, and scary movies as Jack cracked jokes all night, making sure that the smile on her face never left. For once Jo didn’t feel like the day consisted of her replaying all of her past mistakes. Instead, for the first time in a long time, Halloween felt like a new beginning.

Halloween 2025

“Oh man it is too early to be awake,” Jo’s groans echoed through the empty fire station, her feet leading her towards the soft voices she heard. “Hello? Anyone here?”

“We’re in here,” a smirk played onto Jo’s face at the sound of her boyfriend's voice, not expecting to see him today. “Hey there.”

“Hey yourself, who do you have there,” Jo walked further into the room that Jack sat in, a tiny bundle settled in his arms. She peeked over his shoulder, taking in the dark curls and soft features of the baby he held. “Well aren’t you a cutie. How long have you had her?”

“Just an hour or so, she’s been perfectly calm,” Jack looked up to Jo, gladly accepting the kiss she placed on his lips. “Usually by now they’re screaming at me, but this one hasn’t wanted anything except snuggles.”

“Maybe you’ve just got the magic touch with this one,” Jo settled into the chair across from Jack, giggling at the faces he pulled as he tried to entertain the baby. “She seems content there.”

“It sucks, she’s got no family and she doesn’t even get to celebrate her first holiday,” Jack’s finger ran across the baby’s cheek, eliciting a quiet coo from the little girl. “Oh I know sweetheart, maybe if you’re lucky the nice doctors will sneak you a lollipop.”

Jo’s heart leapt at the sight before her, fingers twisting the silver chain across her neck. She’d been to the fire station to pick up babies more than she’d like to say in the past few years, but seeing the tiny infants cradled in Jack’s arms always made her heart burst.

“How do you feel about stealing a baby,” Jack’s eyes widened as they met Jo’s, a grin taking over her face at the shocked look he wore. “Cmon, trust me on this one. It’ll just be for a little bit, plus you’re off now right?”

“Yes, but now I’m concerned about what my girlfriend has planned for this poor innocent baby.” +

“I give you about ten minutes of this before someone calls you out and we get arrested,” Jack’s eyes nervously flitted around the bustling Peds ward. “I will give you props though, she looks pretty cute.” Jo turned from the sight of children running down the hospital halls to the infant in Jack’s arms. They’d stopped at Target before coming to the hospital, grabbing a pumpkin costume to put on the newborn before they took her around the Peds ward to trick or treat. Jack and Jo both knew that they were being a little silly, but they wanted the little girl to have at least one day where she felt loved.

“Of course she does, she’s the cutest little baby in the world. Aren’t you Hallie? Yes you are,” Jo grabbed the infant’s foot, looking up to Jack who was staring her down with an unamused expression. “What? She needed a name and I watched Parent Trap last night. Plus it’s kind of fitting, Hallie… Halloween… Oh you’re just a party pooper!”

“Jo! What’re you doing here,” Link sauntered up to Jo and Jack with a smile, sleeping baby strapped to his chest. “Woah who's baby is that? Did you hide a pregnancy from me for nine months?”

Jo’s eyes widened as she stared her best friend down, lightly slapping his arm, “No you idiot, this is Hallie. She’s a Safe Haven baby, but we wanted to dress her up and let her have some fun before we turned her over.”

Links gaze floated from the baby still cuddled against Jack to Jo who was perfectly settled into his side. He held his hand out, a knowing smirk on his face, “Give me your phone, I’ll take a picture of you guys.”

Without hesitation, Jo handed the object over and both her and Jack wore bright smiles as Link snapped the picture. He handed the phone back, both adults leaning in to look at the photo in awe.

“I give you about a week,” Link chuckled, both Jo and Jack too caught up in the infant with them to notice his words. “I’ll see you guys later!”

Jo absentmindedly waved her friend off, grabbing Hallie from Jack’s arms and bringing her to her own chest. The little girl blinked up at Jo before settling contentedly against her, eyes closing in a matter of seconds.

“You know, she seems pretty content with us,” Jo looked up from the baby to her boyfriend with wide eyes, not believing the words she was hearing. “What? She does, she’s barely cried since I got her this morning and looks so comfy snuggled up with you.”

“You are pretty cute, I’m just gonna sneak you out and take you home,” Jo squeezed the hand of the infant, looking up at Jack who was staring at her with an awed look. “What? Do I have baby spit up on me?”

“Nothing, you just look good. You’re a natural,” Jack brought Jo back into his side, pressing a kiss to her head. “I love you.” “I love you too,” Jo laughed as the baby burped loudly before settling herself back against Jo. “And I think she likes you too.”

Halloween 2030

“Bailey, I just finished my charts and I am heading out,” Jo sighed as she set her arms on the nurses station, head leaning warily against one hand. “I’m off for the rest of the day, I’m just going to check on Mr. Olsen in the ER before I duck out. Pretty sure my kids are driving their dad nuts and the addition of sugar tonight won’t help with that.”

Bailey let a laugh out, dismissing Jo for the day and letting the younger woman know she wasn’t needed the next day. A sigh left her as she climbed into the elevator with her purse in tow, Jo finally feeling a small sense of relief.

“You are not making my job easier, you’re much more troublesome than your brother,” Jo settled one hand onto her growing baby bump, a strong kick meeting her hand as she rolled her eyes. “Typical. You’re going to have your sister's attitude aren't you?”

The elevator dinged loudly, bringing Jo away from her conversation with her unborn child and into the real world. As she stepped off the elevator, her hands dug into her purse in search of her phone. She’d finally dug it out when she ran straight into whoever was walking in front of her.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I was ju-,” the air in Jo’s lungs left suddenly, as if it had been sucked away by a vacuum as she met the eyes of the person she’d bumped into. “Oh my god. Alex.”

Alex Karev, ten years older than when she’d seen him last, was standing not even two feet in front of Jo. Her heart was hammering as she stared at her ex husband, his presence the last thing she’d expected, especially today of all days.

“Hey Jo, good to see you,” hearing his voice almost brought tears to Jo’s eyes as she stared dumbly up at Alex. “I’m working on a case with Hayes for the week. You look good, happy… round.”

A small laugh escaped Jo then, her hand falling to her bump as she finally found her voice again, “Yeah, this one kinda popped out right away. Between that and my constant morning sickness, I couldn’t hide being pregnant for very long.”

“I’m glad, that you’re uh happy, that’s good to hear,” Jo watched Alex’s eyes flit to the wedding set on her left hand, then back up to her.

“Mama!”

Both Alex and Jo turned toward the excited voice sounding down the hallway, a head full of black curls flying past Alex as the little girl they belonged to wrapped her arms around Jo’s legs. A second shorter head of messy brown hair crashed into Jo’s legs, laughter escaping her as she tried to wrangle both children, “Okay you two, mom can’t breathe!”

“Sorry, they escaped as soon as I walked through the door,” Jack appeared next to Jo a second later, pressing a kiss to her cheek before turning to Alex. If he was shocked to see the man, he hid it well as he extended his hand towards him. “Hey, Jack Gibson. Alex, right?” “Yeah, nice to meet you,” Alex shook Jack’s hand with a small smile, Jo’s heart skipping a beat at the unusual sight. “You guys have some good looking kids.”

Jo laughed, her face lighting up as she looked at the two children now preoccupied with a game of tag, “I can’t take all the credit, Max is Jack’s clone and Hallie just kinda… fell into our laps. She’s got my attitude though, if that counts for anything.” “That counts for everything, you know she uses that to get whatever she wants,” Jack slung his arm around Jo’s shoulder as she leaned into him, her hand coming back to her burgeoning stomach. Jo could tell Alex was watching them, but she didn’t have the words to verbalize how odd it made her feel.

“I gotta go, but it was nice to meet you Jack,” Alex waved his hand at the other man, before turning to Jo. Their eyes met for a second and it almost felt like that day eleven years ago standing in a courtroom in the most ridiculous costumes. Jo’s throat tightened as she offered a watery smile to Alex, his own eyes glassy as they finally broke away from hers. “It was good to see you again Jo, it really is good to see you happy.”

Jo could only nod, lifting her hand in a wave to Alex, “You too Alex. Have a good stay.” Alex turned and left then, Jo’s eyes watching him until he turned a corner and was out of her view. The sight tugged at her heart strangely, her mind bringing up the image of him walking into an airport so many years ago and never turning around. She doesn’t realize there’s tears floating down her face until Jack nudges her lightly.

“You okay?” “Yeah,” Jo swipes at the tears that have pooled on her cheeks, turning to Jack with a smile. She leans up to press a kiss to his lips, holding on a bit longer than she normally would in public before pulling and meeting his green eyes with her brown. “I’m perfectly fine, just another Halloween. You guys ready to go?” Jack pauses for a moment, holding Jo’s stare before turning back to their kids who are still running around the hallway, “Yup, we just came to pick you up before we headed to Meredith’s. Hallie! Max! Let’s move it!” The two kids followed Jack and Jo out of the hospital, a string of laughter following the family as they made their way into the chilly Seattle air. Jo’s eyes lingered on the trauma bay as they left, remembering a day so long ago it felt like another lifetime when she’d first met the man she’d been married to. A swift kick to her ribs pulled her out of her thoughts, her fingers squeezing Jack’s as they made their way through the parking lot.

Just another Halloween….

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altviktcrr · 4 years

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『MAXENCE DANET-FAUVEL ❙ NONBINARY』 ⟿ looks like VIKTOR SAMUELS is here for HIS/THEIR SENIOR year as a VISUAL ARTS student. HE/THEY are 24 years old & known to be OBSERVANT, INGENIOUS, RETICENT & DEPENDENT. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ JAMES. 20. EST. SHE/THEY.

hllo ,,, again ,,, this is my last child i SWEAR ,,, at least fr now ,,, hes also the most problematic one ,,, the most dramatic ,,, one of my absolute faves ,,, pleathe love him. as always if u wish to plot please like this so i can msg u !!!

TW DEATH, HEAVY GRIEF, OVERDOSE / DRUG ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, HYPERSEXUALITY, RELIGION MENTIONS, MENTAL ILLNESS

aesthetic.

old tvs and their static, worn tapes, horror movie screams, spilled ink, a sculptor’s hands, clay-stained, chicken scratch handwriting, messy notes, messy hair, scoffs and eye-rolls, bruised knuckles, sore throats, funeral homes and a crying preacher, shattered ceramics, knife fights, high ledges, vertically-striped pants, red lights, the moon shrouded in clouds, cigarette butts, graveyards and half-empty wine bottles, sitting there for hours and talking to nothing, about nothing, a god complex, gold rings adorning both hands, barbwire baseball bats, having never played baseball in your life, deep eyebags and broken mirrors, a permanent chip on one’s shoulder, yearning, longing, wishing.

basic info.

full name: viktor phillip samuels

nickname(s): icky vicky :/

b.o.d. - jan 2nd

label(s): the black hole, the crepehanger, the impious, the opaque, the tempest, etc.

height: 6′1″

hometown: rochester, new york

sexuality: pansexual uwu

stats

inspired by: beetlejuice (beetlejuice), sid (toy story), jack sparrow (pirates of the caribbean), francis wilkerson (malcolm in the middle), azula (avatar: the last airbender), vicky (the fairly oddparents), stu macher / billy loomis (scream), marshall lee (adventure time), bojack horseman (bojack horseman), any it’s always sunny character :/

biography.

born to mama and papa (preacher) samuels in rochester, new york - fifteen minutes after his twin sister, tatiana samuels. years later, rosa samuels joined the gang.

was an awkward, quiet kid growing up, he didn’t interact well with others and preferred being left alone to dig up worms and draw on the walls of their childhood home. the only exception was his twin, really.

as he got older he grew out of this, but instead became like ... sort of an asshole? maybe to compensate for years of childhood awkwardness. he’s the sort of person who will bite the hand that feeds him & developed into a full time nuisance by middle school, unlike tatiana who was much more subtle about her conniving manners.

always has been a fan of ‘darker’ materials. grim & creepy morbid shit. probably the biggest tim burton fan, ever since he was a kid ... not a good look for a preacher’s son, but he never really felt ‘in’ with the rest of his family to begin with. classic black sheep syndrome.

drew disturbing pictures as a kid that probably prompted one or two or five phone calls home to assure everything was fine.

just really had a knack for art at a young age, from drawing to painting to playing with clay. it’s always been his Thing and probably is the only thing he’s good at.

being twins with tatiana was hard. they were near opposite besides both being quite mean-spirited. tatiana handled being in public better, left a better image behind - but viktor had talent, more than she did. they loved each other deeply - y’know, those unbreakable twin bonds as cliche as it sounds - but found each other as competition for their parents’ attention. a rivalry for affection.

in high school is when viktor really started to act out. it started extreme, like losing his virginity in their church and vandalism around the neighborhoods. faked being possessed in the middle of sunday service & almost had an exorcism performed on him.

his only redeemable trait was like ... just his sheer talent in the arts. was in a 3D art AP course and specialized in sculptures. he could pretty much create anything he wanted with enough dedication.

because he was the problem child, the one who deserved to be disciplined for all his antics, tatiana could sneak away and get away with whatever she wanted much easier. on the bright-side, for her, i guess.

not a very motivated person - wasn’t planning on going to college, much less going to radcliffe but his parents literally wrote & sent his college application for him because they weren’t going to house a deadbeat but had too much heart to kick him out onto the streets. cool!

he’s actually pretty smart but he just doesn’t apply himself. has a minor in english because he didn’t care for an extra course-load, but he’s good at writing & analyzing literature. is going to use it to write and illustrate his own series of children books with a style similar to tim burton’s. not for the kids, but because he likes to leave a trail of terror in whatever he does.

has been experimenting with himself since high school but college is where he really had started to crack down on himself. was out as pansexual & nonbinary by his sophomore year of college just ... not to his parents, who don’t really need to know.

if you asked him if he believed in twins having a psychic connection with each other - he’d tell you he wouldn’t know. it felt believable at times, but sometimes he had no idea what was going on inside of tatiana’as head. on the other hand - viktor had always felt oddly transparent to her, like she knew all of his moves before he did. the only person who could predict him accurately.

( TW DEATH, GRIEF, OVERDOSE / HOSPITALIZATION BEYOND THIS POINT )

when tatiana disappeared, viktor knew something was up. it was a twist in his gut, pure instinct that something wasn’t right. and it wasn’t right - and when she was proclaimed missing, they couldn’t find her.

and when tatiana died - viktor knew. it felt wrong, something cut so severely in him he could pinpoint her death to the second. he didn’t know how, or why, but he knew it. knew it before anybody else had.

afterwards he went on a sort of bender. he’d begun to struggle with a mild drug addiction late senior year of high school / early college, but he was managing it up until this point.

his mental health had also sunk to an all-time low, when it’d never been great to begin with. (manic & depressive episodes. once fixated on a sculpting project for six months and then knocked it off the table and destroyed it as soon as he finished it for no apparent reason.)

tatiana’s body wasn’t found immediately, and when it was ... viktor went off the rails. ended up overdosing & being hospitalized. spent six months in & out of psychiatric care after that.

came back to radcliffe to finish his senior year because ... for the reasons above, he hadn’t been able to complete it. just wants to get his credits and get out of here.

is still dealing with a lot of trauma & grief, especially since the one year anniversary of tatiana’s death was this month (january) - causes him to spiral and be unpredictable in regards of his mental health. he stopped taking his medication, so. :/ some days are alright, other days are pretty bad.

personality.

the human embodiment of a gremlin that was fed after midnight. a goblin, if you will. one of those cats with a narrow head and really big ears ... that’s them!

a big horror & halloween enthusiast. loves the old campy horror movies & probably has an abundance of masks from different movies. dresses like a grimy millennial beetlejuice more than they should because they just ... love those black & white vertical-striped pants.

can appreciate the lore & cryptids at radcliffe and likes to feed into the fear that surrounds them. is probably the cause of a few ‘anomalies’ and ‘paranormal sightings’ because they’re just ... a jerk.

fashion alternates between e-boy (they would be tiktok famous if they were 17 & didn’t think that a majorly minor based app was weird.), millennial beetlejuice, and goth in a crop top & sweatpants. big fan of crop tops and a big fan of sweatpants.

they can be really fucking mean? petty, aggressive, a major instigator. will literally spit in your face for little to no reason, you could just look at them the wrong way. the kind of person who will stick their gum into someone else’s hair. other than that? they’re like ... sort of okay. they’re not always mean, just a dick about 90% of the time lmao

like okay yeah they’ll call someone a stinky bitch for no reason except they feel like it and believes it. it’s fine, they’re fine, we’re fine.

despite the fact that they’re probably getting into a fight whenever, considers themself to be a lover and not a fighter but that’a primarily because they fuck a lot. uses it as a coping mechanism, like they’re this big fancy carnival show that’s like ‘come one, come all! fuck the dead girl’s twin brother!’ and it’s ... a Lot. might have a problem with hypsersexuality but they’re not fully aware of it.

the preacher’s whore son, basically :)

pansexual & nonbinary, switches between he & they pronouns often and without a pattern, but they have such a fragile grip on their identity that you could call them ‘dog-faced bitch’ and they’d turn around like. sup.

vastly impulsive ... like i said, they destroy their own creations for the fun of it. spends all teir money on useless shit, will cheat on someone because they feel like it & likes the thrill, screams into the night sky frequently like a cat in heat.

will also spend months creating useless shit for no reason too. spent six of them sculpting a hollowed out tree the size of them & then took a sledgehammer to it.

they’re very super dramatic. would play the organ at church when nobody was looking after them and service was about to start. would just churn out these super haunting, creepy melodies like they were phantom of the opera. would do the same exact thing at home on their keyboard with the pipe organ setting whenever they got grounded until their parents took it away HBDSJFNGKH

will absolutely not talk about their ‘time away’ because it’s not anyone’s business, not even their own younger sister. still refuses to talk about tatiana’s death, or their mental health, or their addiction (fallen back into it but it hasn’t gotten severe ... yet :/), or anything involving their own emotions.

will just change the topic abruptly, no warning. asks about the jonas brothers instead and they fucking hate the jonas brothers.

that being said they’re absolutely not over tatiana’s death & it’s to the point of obsession over it. like there’s some kind of secret that needs to be uncovered, even though there just. isn’t. tatiana was their rock and they were pretty much dependent on her. kept them grounded. could control them when nobody else could, got into their head easier than others. it’s sort of like rosa lost two siblings that day because viktor hasn’t been the same since.

emotionally unavailable while also crying twice a day. cries during their brawls but still wins. is stony-faced when they tell you they cheated on you with your much hotter best friend.

will tell you straight up what they want from you, no bullshit & no beating around the bush. just blunt. if they want to fuck, nothing else, then that’s it. if they feel deviation or developing feelings then they’ll ghost in less than a second. is awful like that but feels no shame.

but also emotional as shit and it’s confusing. will cry on a whim and then flip you off if you try to console them or ask them what’s up. will bite you.

they go to therapy but they just fuck around and wastes their therapists’ time ... also is fucking their therapist, but that’s neither here nor there. so they’re not really getting the help they need.

likes to be intimidating but not ... with their body or anything because they’re a TWIG but uses their love & knowledge of horror and creepy shit to their advantage. has an abundance of fake blood. has channeled the energy of jack nicholson and used it on tatiana’s boyfriends before (also is a big fan of sfx makeup & has dabbled in it)

probably chases kids around with a chainsaw without the chain on halloween every year.

generally never doing good, both mental health wise & morally. would probably steal candy from a baby for funsies.

i don’t know if there’s a good to them somewhere deep down, but they don’t see any issues with themself either. nothing really breaks through to them anymore because the only person who ever made them stop and think about their actions was tatiana, and well, y’know. :/

an introverted reclusive type who doesn’t like most people or going out, but does so anyway if it means a quick high & a cheap thrill.

pretty observant and likes to analyze people even though they’re often like ... partially wrong. judgmental because they like to make people feel bad, not because they’re a righteous mighty person. because they’re not. so like, a hypocrite!

wanted connections.

a roommate... but it’s an absolute nightmare to live with him.

enemies... because viktor would have a lot of them...

familiar faces... people who knew tatiana or of her / were her friends. maybe even those who dated her, and who viktor would’ve tried to intimidate / scare at any given chance :/

pitiful glances... people who take pity on viktor and he hates it sooo much.

hooligan gremlin kids... just a friend group of grown ass adults who do drugs and fuck shit up around town like they’re edgy teenagers.

high school girlfriend... probably the one he lost his virginity to inside his family church :/

childhood acquaintances... people who knew him from his youth.

exes... good & bad terms, but mostly bad terms because viktor is an actual demon. probably cheated on them.

soft... i don’t know if he’s soft towards anyone and/or is capable of it but we can try. we can try.

unrequited... either viktor just doesn’t like them or he’s holding back because he’s :/ got issues with relationships & is self-sabotaging as one does

enemies with Tension... of the ... spicy kind if you know what i mean. wink.

friends... old friends, new friends, bad friends, good friends, close friends, frenemies, etc. i don’t know how many he had but if your muse likes to cause a ruckus and fuck shit up then viktor’s your man.

hook-ups... current or old. friends with benefits, one night stands, anything and everything because he fucks around a lot.

ride or die... friendship but make it extreme.

bad influence... he’s just toxic to be around and brings out the worst in people :/

bad egg... he’s gotten into a few fights :/ maybe you witnessed it. maybe you were in it.

literally anything i wld love all sorts of plots.

#radintro #death tw #grief tw #overdose tw #addiction tw #hospitalization tw #mental illness tw #hypersexuality tw #religion mention tw

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lesbian-raichu · 5 years

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HAPPY ENTIRE MONTH OF HALLOWEEN

Here’s a short scary story - this is “Case 45: Medical Institute of Arkansas” (Continued under the cut) Heya Sunshine, Found this out in the woods near the clubhouse. Looks like a letter or something spooky like that so I figured it might be something you’re into. I started reading on the way back it but tripped like a dumbass - I can’t fucking walk and read, I’m like a kindergartner. Skinned my hands and everything so the paper got kinda crumpled and gross. My bad. But uh, having blood on this sort of shit makes it more legit maybe? I dunno. You’ve got a better stomach for mysteries than I do. I keep thinking I hear shit behind trees and it’s not even night yet lmao. I’m gonna drop it on the table for you. I’ll call you after my classes are done. Love, C

Medical Institute of Arkansas

Log date: 10.24.2004

Name: Sarita Makwana, Chief Physician

Forgive the frankness with which I am to depict what has transpired. After today, I believe it allowable. I am writing this both to make sense of this and to convey to others what occurred here. Patient zero, James Allison Fitzgerald was committed to my care this morning, by his wife. Initial symptoms were arrhythmia, excessive hypertension, risk of stroke. It was Nurse Ellen Suzuru who performed the MRI, and who deduced based on strain of the heart that there were arterial clogs.

You know what? I am forgoing the lingo. I have no idea when this will get out. I have no idea if anyone will get to read this.

Suzuru did the scan, and as a result, the decision was made to operate. With respect to whomever reads this, I frankly don’t give a damn if we made the right choice or not. We could not have known. The thing about the scans, from what we could see, was that his ribcage looked abnormal. Several of us dismissed it as an injury, a poorly regrown bone, maybe a deformity of the third and fourth ribs. It was inconsequential, if a dying man is brought to a doctor, that doctor has few options. His wife disclosed that James had been experiencing trouble breathing for approximately three days prior to his entry, and that the pains in his chest had started merely an hour before he entered our care. I remember she rambled about a trip to France they had gone on, worrying about salmonella poisoning from snails, and I attempted to calm her down. Her husband was 6’4 and 360 lbs, heart conditions were not improbable. God, I am so tired.

We sedated him and proceeded to open him up, with the plan to insert a few heart stents to improve blood flow. The initial appearance of everything however, was fine. Confoundingly so. James was healthy.

If anything, there was some strain on the heart, but no blockages, blood flow was fine. For all intents and purposes, James had simply overexerted himself, yet when he came in he was half-conscious. At this point, I was confused but intrigued. A healthy dying man, only 40, no pre-existing health conditions. The most I could figure was that if his ribcage was poorly formed, it could place stress on the organs, but his wife insisted to one of our nurses - Kinnings - that he was as healthy as an ox before last week. And at this point, perhaps I can only laugh, because it feels almost like a joke.

We were paying attention to the wrong thing.There were two other doctors with me - Uzumaka Williams and Desmond Corrigan. Williams said she had cut her hand, and was sent out immediately. I didn’t know how she managed it at the time, she wasn’t holding anything, just examining the patients heart, when she jerked back. She insisted she was fine, but left to avoid contaminating anything. Corrigan left after her to call my assistant. It was after about fifteen minutes of examination, right as the thought crossed my mind that I should simply stitch him up and send him to neurology, that I saw his breastbone, and the ribs curving out of it. I had not cut it out of the way, but somehow it was pushed aside, as though malleable. His ribs had been moved. Corrigan came back with Suzuru, and I asked if he had done anything, or if he’d seen Williams, but he denied both. There was no reason to lie. I wasn’t paying attention. If I had been, I would have noticed that his ribs had moved. I perhaps would have noticed that the beeping of the heart monitor was not coming from the heart monitor at all. I would have noticed that despite the fact that I felt the patient’s heartbeat, he was dead by the time he came in. Perhaps I would have noticed that James Fitzgerald’s ribs were not ribs at all.

How many doctors does it take to realize that the patient is already dead?

That was my initial assessment, anyway.

I feel ashamed in saying I froze, but we all did. There was a long, loud creaking noise, like a door opening. The sound of beeping was being perfectly mimicked, but no one’s mouth moved. There are different types of fear. The subtle: a general feeling of unease, a pit in the stomach. The frenzied: screaming and crying and begging. Then there is the overpowering: the silencing, no scream can leave you. You’re afraid to utter a sound, afraid to breath, afraid to twitch or run.I could not turn around. God bless Desmond, who tried to attack. God bless Ellen, who tried to get its attention. My good friends, may God bless them, God save them. God help me.

I never turned around. Whatever was inside James’ body was now protruding out of him, able to control his mouth just enough to mimic the beeping, before falling silent. The opening I had made in his chest was stretched, long angled white rib bones - used as legs - lurched him forward, towards Ellen. James’ head lolled around, his mouth agape, tongue out, discoloured and bloated. The legs were segmented and thin, like that of an arachnid, and the host body was dragged along like a puppet, James’ toes dragging and swinging against the ground. I watched, frozen, as two of the sharp, eight protruding bones, stuck into her body and twisted her around, as though she were a mop on the floor. It thrashed her around in the air, and then threw her against the wall. It did the same to Desmond, poking him through the eyes, jabbing his neck erratically, piercing it several times, and shaking him madly in the air with a leg stabbed through his abdomen. An image in my head was of a child shaking a dead goldfish in a plastic baggie. Trying to make it live. Aggressive and spasmodic, able to move with extreme speed in one second, and be eerily stock-still the next.

It swiveled in my direction, twitching like a spider, or a crab, and suddenly James was making sounds. Sobbing, gargling screaming. It felt like there were words in there, distorted. The stresses on syllables felt wrong, like a movie being rewound. He ended the sentence with a long and loud gurgling howl that shook the equipment in the room. At the time, I thought I was spared. I was stabbed once, in my side, thankfully missing my lungs. With monstrous speed, the creature jerkily scuttled away. I stayed with their bodies. I was certain that someone had to have called for help, but it only took me a few hours to realize that even if it came, I wasn’t sure any of us could be saved.

I consider myself a decent doctor. I may be in nowheresville, Arkansas, but I graduated magna cum laude from my university, and chose to stay where I was close to my family. With this in mind, I have to insist - this is not an illness to be cured. This is a parasite, some bone-like tapeworm. I realized this in that time alone, and that with the screaming I heard in the building, both human and parasite, that they were looking for living hosts. Poor Desmond and Ellen were of no use to them.

God I am so tired. I’m going to take a moment. Funny. This isn’t really a report anymore. I’m back. I recorded them, the parasites. I was right about one thing, and wrong about another.

They are speaking, for some reason, backwards. Begging. Calling for loved ones. Asking to be killed.

Which of course means I was wrong. They were never dead. “Consumed” is maybe a better word. The parasite begins its control through the spine, then connects to the brain stem, keeping their human hostage like a flesh puppet. I caught a glimpse of Uzumaka, the spindly legs extending from her torn chest hoisting her around, dangling with her mouth torn at the corners, the sounds she made were the worst of them all.

The Medical Institute has been quarantined. I managed to talk to a few other doctors in Cardiology and Gastroenterology that called the room I was next to. They told me how the parasite was being transmitted. They told me the authorities are planning on burning the building. Several cops that tried to enter to save survivors were killed. The others I heard. The frenzied snapping of bones against tile, the sobbing screams, and the trails of congealing blood that followed the sounds gave me all the information I needed to know. The phone call was cut short, the other doctor had hung up on me while I spoke to them. I went back to my colleagues, my friends, their bodies cold. I have no idea what will happen now. If the quarantine is breached, then God help us.

My hand is seizing up at this point from writing. It’s the only loophole, though. I realized it before Uzumaka did. It’s transmitted through blood, whatever these things are. The smallest cut is too much. Luckily I was stabbed through my right side. I’m left-handed. I lost my motor skills sometime during the phone call, when my colleagues hung up on me, unfortunately, and I suppose my ribs are currently being dissolved by the creature taking their place. I’m writing this in the infinitesimal chance that amidst the destruction, maybe carried by an errant breeze through the window, this letter will get out, and people will know what happened to us. Though that might be selfish, as even this page might be contaminated. If I am being honest, I am too tired. I can’t do more. One of the officers is in the room, across from me, still apart from the body hanging from those towering bones, eyes plucked out, half of his face torn away. And funnily enough, I can understand him. I hear his words, no longer backwards, still wracked with agony.

My name is Sarita Makwana. I am a doctor at the MIA. I love my family. God bless them. God protect them.

And God save me.

#writing #my writing #creepypasta #horror stories #scary story #me and my lesbian problems

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ned-nerderson · 6 years

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MID FanFic

HERE IT IS. I don’t even know what to say here. Except that this is my MID fic featuring Nancy, Deirdre, and the Hardy Boys. It was basically 28 pages double spaced when it was in Google docs but I just copied and pasted it here so it lost that format. Hope you guys like it, I kind of rushed so my perfectionist self isn’t 100% happy with it but I just really wanted to get my idea out to you guys before Halloween, so I’d appreciate any feedback as well as spreading it out to the Clue Crew.

Nancy had finally gotten up to her hotel room. Technically it was Joe’s room but since ATAC had booked two rooms for the boys, Joe graciously offered his room up to the girls and moved his things into Frank’s room. Exhausted after a long afternoon picking pumpkins and an energetic car ride with Joe, she set her pumpkin down atop the “Explore Salem!” brochures on little wooden desk near the tv. Deirdre had been laying on her stomach on one of the queen sized beds, remote in one hand, a bowl of popcorn in the other, and a glass of whisky sitting dangerously on the bed.

“I ordered some popcorn and drinks, and now that you're finally back we can have a sleepover gossip session. I need some girly time even if it's with you, Drew. Frank and Joe can be such boys at times.” Nancy grabbed her pajamas and toothbrush and went into the bathroom to change, “Sleepover gossip session?” “High school rules, so you have to answer.” Deirdre said from the bed sipping some whiskey that she probably put on ATAC’s tab.

“What if I don't know the answer?” Nancy asked as she brushed her teeth.

Deirdre laughed, “Honestly Drew, were you ever in high school long enough to learn any social skills? I ask you personal questions, you ask me personal questions, straight answers are mandatory, we share gossip, stuff like that. So, let’s start with the burning question everyone is dying to know, what’s going on with you and Nedgur?”

Nancy was now struggling with the buttons on her pajama top, “What?”

“Practically a whole year without cases? And you never gave anyone a direct explanation about that ring you started wearing after you just up and dropped the mystery solving business, and I know it has to do with Ned, so tell me everything.” Nancy’s ring in question remained stuffed in her suitcase where it had been since she was on her way to the airport to catch her plane to Salem. All she wanted was to forget about her relationship issues before falling asleep, but she had a feeling that trying to evade Deirdre and the sacred rules of high school party games would not go well for her.

“Deirdre, I’d really rather not talk about it right now, everything is fine between us, and besides we have a long day tomorrow and I’m tired and-”

“You can't lie to me Drew, sleepover rules, no lying, no avoiding the questions. You said 'fine' and everyone knows that means you're not fine and even if you really are fine, you wouldn't use that word because of its negative social connotations. Even someone as socially inept as you knows that, so what gives?”

Nancy was suddenly tired both physically and emotionally. Deirdre sat up and glared at Nancy waiting for her to break as she walked out of the bathroom, now in her pjs and her hair up in a ponytail. Nancy knew Deirdre would be relentless in finding out the truth. It’s what made her a good detective. Not only was Deirdre good at what she did, she had the mental drive to push her beyond expectations. She also had knack for psychological analysis, something that Nancy apparently lacked. Nancy had been told many times by her friends that she could not read a room. Meanwhile, just yesterday Nancy had not only seen Deirdre read a room, she had seen her play the room so they could get access to town records. Nancy almost envied her for her social graces. She sighed and gave in before the mental torture began. “As you know a year ago I totally forgot about mine and Ned's anniversary because I was in another country on a case instead of at dinner with Ned, which I forgot to tell him until he called and asked if I was on my way to the restaurant. Well,” Nancy began to play with her sleeves and sat on the edge of her bed, “we promised we'd spend the next anniversary together, in person. When I got home after that case somehow I ended up promising Ned I'd take a year off cases so we could have some time to just be normal, you know? And it was hard at first,” she fought the lump in her throat that caught her by surprise, “Especially seeing you take up all my would be cases. I almost made it to a year, but then you called. Ned was upset when he found out that I wanted to leave to help you, he said that he thought I had really changed, that we could really be together now.” Nancy’s eyes suddenly began burning, she fought back tears by pinching her thigh. Something about physically pain made Nancy more of a fighter. “I told him I couldn't just stay here when you had asked for my help, not when there were others who needed my help. He said if I got on that plane I'd be throwing away everything, our relationship, the whole reason I stopped taking cases this past year…”

“And now you’re in Massachusetts on a modern day witch hunt and shacking up with me.” Deirdre smirked, “So, how did he react when you told him you were going to come up here instead?” As she waited for an answer she could practically see Nancy’s face grow redder. “You did tell him right?” Nancy shrugged, avoiding eye contact with Deirdre. Deirdre's eyes bulged, “You didn't tell him!?” She practically shouted.

“He seemed to make it pretty clear that if I left on the plane to Salem our relationship would be over. I didn’t tell him I was leaving, I just left in the middle of the night, caught a red eye flight here.” Nancy wiped her nose with her hand, “It’s been a few days and I haven’t talked to him since but I’m sure he’s figured out where I am by now.” She looked away.

Deirdre rolled her eyes and finished her last bit of whisky like a shot. “Wow, what a buzzkill. Don’t overthink it Drew. I hate to say it but you and I both know what you need is to be out solving cases, just don’t give in and backslide on your decision Nancy.” She put her glass down on the nightstand between their beds and crawled into the sheets. “Don’t worry, I’ll help Ned forget all about you…” Her words trailed off as she fell asleep.

Nancy exhaled and emotionally composed herself. As she got into her so hotel bed, she wondered just how much of this conversation Deirdre would remember in the morning.

* * * *

Deirdre had passed out around 10:30. It was now two hours later and Nancy was still awake in bed. She was restless. She wanted sleep. Until Deirdre had brought it up, she hadn’t thought about the consequences of her actions, instead she let the adrenaline of her first case in a year carry her though till now. She just couldn't stop thinking about Ned, their relationship, if it even existed anymore and if it should still exist. Ned would always be second to her cases. Was there a chance she could apologize to Ned, as forgiving as he was, would he take her back? But is that what she wanted? Did she want Ned? Or was she too afraid of how different her life would be without him, too afraid of being alone, losing a friend? She shivered at the thought.

Quietly, she climbed out of her queen sized bed and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Her reflection accurately represented how she felt on the inside. A mess. The overgrown layers of her titian hair was falling out of its loose ponytail, the dark circles under her eyes were getting worse, and her face gave away every sign that she had been crying. She was also cold. She had plenty of blankets in her hotel bed, but every part of her body was stiff with chill. It was almost 1 a.m. now, she needed sleep. She needed warmth. She wanted someone to hold her and tell her it was going to be ok. Frank. She wanted Frank.

Nancy hurried quietly out of her and Deirdre's hotel room to the elevator. The Hardy boys were on the floor just above them. Frank had always been soft with her, she could trust him to handle her emotions and she needed someone to pick her back up. Nancy got in the elevator and stood right behind the closed doors as it slowly crawled its way up. Nancy had no plan, no opening line, no idea how to bring up her current situation or explain her emotional state that she had been holding up inside her. Frank will know, Nancy thought, Frank always knows. The elevator doors opened and Nancy stumbled back, startled. “Where do you think you're going, Drew?” Leaning against the elevator door frame in the hallway was Deirdre. She casually ate some popcorn from the bowl tucked between her arm and hip. Nancy jumped back a bit but quickly regained her composure, “You brought the popcorn?” she said in a slightly annoyed sigh. Deirdre was practically doing a comical bit about how amused she was by Nancy’s hardships. Deirdre shrugged, “I heard you leave the room, wherever you were going at this hour, it had to be interesting. So what's going on?” “I need to talk to Frank.” Nancy stated trying not to choke on her words as she walked past Deirdre and into the hallway. Deirdre followed right behind her. “What? Why Frank? Nancy it's the middle of the night, why do you need Fr-No. You liiiikee him! Is he the reason you-”

Nancy cleared her throat, “are you still buzzed?” she shot back as she kept searching for the Hardy's room number. “You know it’s not safe to take the stairs when you’re inhibited.”

Deirdre gasped, “You DO like him don't you?” “No, I don't know, no, I just need to talk to him ok?”

“The only kind of guy a girl ever needs to talk to in the middle of the night is the kind of guy she needs to have sex with.” Nancy stopped in front of the hotel door she had been looking for. “This is a bad idea Nancy, as of right now,” Deirdre checked her phone, “1:07AM you are about to make a bad decision, think about this for a second, you can barely make a decent decision in the day.” Nancy knocked on the door. Deirdre whispered harshly, “What are you even going to tell Frank?” Nancy shook her head, “I don't know, I just need to see him.” Suddenly the door swung open. “What's up?” Joe asked holding the door wide open. He was sipping some Mountain Dew unaware that right behind him Frank had just stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, still dripping wet from his shower. Clueless and completely visible to the girls Frank was looking around the floor for his pile of clothes. Deirdre shot a look at Nancy, “Well shit if I had known he looked that good shirtless I would have wanted him right now too.” Frank shot up straight immediately upon hearing Deirdre's voice and noticed the two standing in the doorway, “Joe, close the door! God, really?” “Just give us a minute here.” Joe smiled sweetly at the girls and closed the door. His sudden burst of laughter could be heard through the walls. “Well there you go, you got to see him. Happy now?” Deirdre tossed some popcorn in her mouth, “Cause I am.” She smirked and Nancy gave her a small shove just as Frank opened the door. “Sorry about that,” he let the girls in. He was now wearing some old grey sweatpants and a faded Panic! At the Disco shirt, however, his hair was still very wet. “Joe insists he ‘can't rest until every zombie has been taken the fuck out’ and I can't sleep with all the merciless slaughtering going on.” As if on cue a zombie exploded on the tv screen causing guts and blood to go everywhere as Joe triumphantly fist pumped. “What are you two doing up at this hour anyway? Do you have a new lead?” Frank asked hoping they'd have a break on the case to share, anything to distract from what had just happened. “Well, I'm out.” Deirdre threw her hands in the air, still carrying the popcorn bowl in one hand, and walked over to Joe who was sitting on the floor in front of the tv. It wasn't that hard to tell that Nancy was upset at this point. “Nance?” Frank looked at her for an explanation, "Is something wrong?" Nancy bit her lip, what was she supposed to say? That she broke up with Ned? “I broke up with Ned.” Well fuck, Nancy thought, Okay so maybe that wasn't the best opener but now it's all out there, basically.

Frank looked like he was just slapped across the face. He felt like it too. “WHAT?” Frank so desperately wanted to yell but could only find enough air to wheeze in a form of a whisper.

“Well, at least I think I did. I could have.”

“You think?” he shook his head slightly confused and taken aback. The slight shaking caused little beads of water from his dark wet hair to trickle down his neck. Joe was too busy with his game to hear what Nancy had just said, but if he had he would already be on the phone with Ned trying to get the two to work things out.

Frank led Nancy into the hotel room’s walk in closet, which unfortunately was the most private place they could talk at the moment. He pulled the string that hung down in the middle of the room and after a second’s delay a warm light illuminated them.

“What’s going on Nancy?” She was visibly distressed; it killed Frank when she looked this way. “What is it you really want to tell me? What happened with you and Ned?”

“I need some advice, or just help me figure out my life, I guess.” She sniffled, sitting down on the floor of the closet in front of Frank, he did the same. Then she told Frank everything she told Deirdre and then some. About the ring Ned gave her that he practically considered an engagement ring and that she barely wanted to consider it a promise ring, about all her doubts about a future with Ned, how awful a girlfriend she must be, about how she doesn't want to be alone but also would rather be solving cases rather than being tied down, and about how she spent another anniversary on a case instead of with Ned, but this time she had done it on purpose, and how she was worried she had made a mistake.

Once she was done spilling her emotions she held her breath looking up at Frank to see his reaction to it all. He sighed and brought her in close, hugging her firmly.

“Nancy, I’m not really sure what you want me to say, I’m still trying to process everything you just told me.”

“Honestly I think I’m just starting to process it all too, and I’m only kind of starting to freak out because I didn’t let myself think about it earlier and-” her voice hitched and Frank could feel through his shirt a small wet spot form on his shoulder from her sudden tears.

She breathed in, taking a few moments to compose herself “Well, you've alway helped me with Ned before. Remember that one time I was in Germany after Ned and I had a huge fight? You were a big help then, you always know what I need to hear, Frank.” Nancy took a deep breath in, “Should I try to fix things with Ned?”

Frank analyzed every point she brought up and calculated every possible ways to say ‘Hey, if you're not happy, with Ned anymore, your long time boyfriend, the only one you've had for years, one of your best and closest friends, you should break up with him for your sake, which you seemingly already did.’ but he couldn't think of any eloquent way of putting it. Because the fact that they had shared numerous moments between each other in the past that could be interpreted as as flirtatious, and some dangerously flirtatious, he didn’t want his opinion to sound biased.

Nancy was the kind of person that always knew what they wanted, even if they weren't aware of it. Anyone could see that in her. However, this was a bit different and more serious than other choices Nancy had made. Outside of solving mysteries, she always took the safe bet. She made reasonable purchases, always wore modest clothes, sensible shoes. Everytime she went out to get ice cream her friends all knew she'd take about 4 minutes to decide, ultimately getting the same chocolate ice cream in a sugar cone. She would always say that next time she'd try Scoop’s newest flavor, or venture into the world of toppings, but she never does. Ned was her chocolate ice cream in a sugar cone. Content enough with her decision, but always wanting something different later. And by far Frank could see that was her biggest mistake, content but never happy. In her personal life, Nancy wasn't much of a risk taker, and Ned wasn't much of a risk.

There was something different about Nancy this time though, Nancy had never spoke about the possibility of breaking up with her boyfriend of what seemed like an eternity to Frank, even when she had returned the flirtatious qupis that accidentally slipped out of his mouth now and then. “She must be tired of going in circles with Ned like this.” He thought. She pulled her head up off his shoulder and looked up at him, something in her tired red eyes begged for help.

“You don’t think I should call him, do you?”

“I-I didn’t say anything.” Frank said as if he were defending himself.

“I know that face that you were making. Besides, you didn’t tell me right away to stay with Ned, so it’s kind obvious what you think, I might not be able to read a lot of people, but I know you Frank.”

Frank rubbed the back of his neck wondering if Nancy remembered the time he almost confessed his feelings for her over a voicemail, “I guess I can’t hide anything from you, detective. But hey, you came to that conclusion, not me. Just, don't tell Joe, he'll think I-”

“Oh I won't tell Joe. But..” She paused.

“What, Nance?”

“Do you think Ned... do you think he'll be okay? Will he hate me? What about our friends? What about you and Joe?”

“Ned, well, it'd be hard to lose someone like you definitely, but he'll move on eventually, you said he wants to be married one day? That's what he'll do then. And well, you'll keep Bess and George, obviously. Joe, he'd probably be crushed too but do his best to maintain both friendships. It'll be ok Nancy, if that's what you want to do.”

“What about you?”

“Nancy,” Frank's chest nearly exploded, I’ve been in love with you for years, he thought I’m not going anywhere. “I'm sitting on the floor in a closet in Massachusetts holding you as you cry into my arms hoping that I didn't just help you make one of the biggest mistakes of your life. I'm not going anywhere.” He tucked a loose strand of Nancy’s hair behind her ear, “And what about you Nance, will you be ok?”

Nancy wiped her tears away and cupped her face in her own hands. She breathed in “Yeah. Yeah I think I’ll be ok now. I just, it’s like I jumped off a plane and I didn’t realize it until now and kind of panicked and it’s a little late to panic now.”

“Hey, you can still panic if you want, especially if it helps.” Watching Nancy suddenly look down away from him to continue to wipe away tears pained him. “Personally I like to panic at a disco.”

A strangled laugh came from Nancy’s throat as she looked from the chest of his shirt and up to his face. “You did not just..”

“Yeah, I did just.”

Nancy shook her head at him fondly, “You’re really just a dork aren’t you? All those muscles are very misleading.” She teased. She always liked to make fun of how nerdy he really was when they were together.

“And you really just need some sleep now, don’t you?” He joked with her and motioned his head toward the closet door. “You ready?” She nodded. He helped Nancy stand up but her leg gave out from sitting on it for too long. Frank saw her lose balance and leaned over to catch her. Despite Frank catching her hand, Nancy fell against the closet wall with Frank falling almost completely against her, their heads hit each other just enough to hurt.

“Ouch!”

“Ah!” Frank hissed in pain, “I’m sorry, are you ok?”

“You’re such a clutz.” Nancy laughed lightly before feeling a pain in her head.

“Hey, you’re the one who always gets knocked out during a case, Drew.” Frank retorted, he missed hanging out with her, joking with her. He smiled looking down at Nancy, she returned the smile looking up at him. She was exhausted, her face was red and puffy, her eyes glassy, her hair a total mess, but god she’s beautiful, Frank thought.

They stayed that way for a moment in silence.

“Um, Frank?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re kind of pinning one of my arms to the wall.”

“Oh, sorry.” Quickly, he stood up properly, away from Nancy. He stood there rubbing the back of his neck feeling a bit awkward and nervous as Nancy stood up in front of him.

“You ready now?” Frank walked over to the closet door and reached for the door handle. Nancy nodded, putting her hand on top of his, and pushing on the handle.

They walked out of the closet and made eye contact almost instantly with Deirdre and Joe across the room. Deirdre was sitting at the foot of Joe’s bed while Joe, standing in front of the bed shirtless, had paused mid flex.

“What? She wanted to know if abs ran in the family,” Joe stated defensively as he changed poses, “I couldn't let you upstage me, bro.”

Deirdre stood up and made her way to the door, “Well it's been quite a pleasure, Joseph,” she nodded to Joe and then to Frank, “Franklin. But it is pretty late and if we’re going to a Halloween ragger and catch the perp tomorrow night, then I need sleep.” She gave a wave of her hand and walked out the door. Nancy smiled at Frank as she walked out the door.

***

Nancy plopped down on the hotel floor spreading old newspaper around her in a circle. She placed a few pumpkins around her on top of the newspapers as if they were a clock face and she was the center. Teegan had put the girls in charge of setting up the decorations for the town halloween party later that night.

“Come on Deirdre, I can’t carve all these pumpkins by myself by 5!” Nancy pleaded with her groggy roommate who was slowly gathering her things for a shower.

“Nancy. It is 11:30 in the morning. I am barely awake,” she mumbled slipping into the bathroom and closing the door, “bring me Starbucks.”

Nancy sighed and began to pour her focus into carving the pumpkins around her. She began with a systematic process: she gutted the pumpkin in front of her and then adjusted herself to face the next pumpkin. Moving clockwise in her circle she placed the insides of the pumpkins into a plastic shopping bag. She was almost done with this process when her phone began to buzz on her hotel bed. It was an unknown number.

“Hello?” Nancy answered cautiously.

The voice on the other end was harsh with some kind of American east coast accent. “So first of all I’m going to pretend like I’m not offended that you didn’t invite me to this big halloween bash in Salem, second-”

“Who is this?” she demanded.

“What’s the matter Nancy?” The voice dropped its false accent, “You don’t recognize my melodious voice?”

Nancy gasped, ‘Sonny? Is that you?’

“Bingo.”

“But I have your number, and why did you sound so… weird?”

“I have a new job in Washington and I’m on a burner phone, that’s all I can really say right now.”

“Another Sonny Joon adventure?”

“Always another Sonny Joon adventure.”

Nancy could practically hear him winking. “So, did you look into Jenna Ravencraft for me?”

“Course I did Nancy, you know I always deliver,” digital beeping noises could be heard from Sonny’s line, “Her alibi checks out.”

“How’d you find that out? She said she was out in the middle of the woods in the dead of night when the house caught on fire.”

Sonny sighed, “Let’s just say I have some friends in Salem, some of which keep tabs on particular parts of the woods.”

“Okay... so, that ruins my working theory.” She huffed.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. Oh, and Nancy? Take it from an experienced Salem tour guide, you’re going to want to stay away from those woods. They’re… not safe.”

“Thanks for the warning.” Nancy said skeptically before they said goodbye.

Nancy returned her attention to the pumpkins before she drifted off thinking about the case again. Sonny had just crossed out her only working theory and now she felt stuck. She thought about calling Bess and George but she didn’t want to distract them from their Halloween party prep. Maybe call Ned? Oh right… Ned. At that thought she began to block out the world and pour herself into the mystery at hand as she carved generic jack o'lanterns as if on autopilot.

Whoever the perpetrator was they had been leaving behind cryptic notes for Deirdre and now for Nancy to decipher in hopes that the girls would lead them to whatever valuable thing was that the notes hinted at. They were difficult to understand and still very cryptic once deciphered but with the help of Sonny and ATAC resources they were starting to make some headway. The crew was beginning to suspect that whoever was causing the strange events was hoping to let the girls do all the work leading them to the whatever treasure might be so they could swoop in and take it for themselves.

Just then Deirdre came out of the bathroom looking effortlessly perfect as usual. “Where’s my coffee?” she whined.

“Oh, I forgot I was thinking about the case.”

“Uggghhh,” fine I’ll get it myself.” Deirdre grabbed her phone and made a phone call on speaker. She carefully placed her phone on the little wooden table with the Salem brochures next to where Nancy sat on the floor. Above the table was a mirror on the wall, she began to comb out her wet hair.

“Hey Deirdre what do you want my brother for this time?” Frank’s voice suddenly filling the room through the phone caught Nancy off guard making her jump a little.

“Hey Hardy, I need coffee, bring me some.” Deirdre snarked.

“Is that Deirdre? Hi Deirdre! Is Nancy there too? HI NAN oh shi-” Joe’s distant voice was followed by a shuffle and clatter. “Oops, my bad.”

Nancy giggled, “Hi Joe.”

“Joe pay attention to what you’re doing, please.” Frank pleaded with his brother who had just dropped a few boxes of decorations on the floor. “Well, you’re in luck because we were just about to take a much needed midday coffee break. What do you want us to bring you?”

Deirdre’s tone instantly became warm and cheery, “a venti skinny vanilla latte please!” she said with a smile.

Joe took over the phone, “Consider us on our way. Oh and when we get there we’re going to go ver the plan for tonight, Frank thinks he’s onto something.”

“Great see you then, bye!” Deirdre hung up in a rush and looked over at Nancy, “since you were so busy thinking about the case, did you make any breakthroughs?”

“Well Sonny called and he said that he looked into it and Jenna Ravencraft’s alibi checks out. She was in the woods during the fire after all.”

“What was she doing in the woods?”

“Honestly I don’t know but I trust Sonny.” Nancy sighed as she leaned back looking at one of her jack o'lanterns, “hey, does this look scary to you?”

Deirdre rolled her eyes, “Oh honestly Nancy, you need to make the mouth’s more pointy, here, let me do it.”

The two girls carved jack o’lanterns in an almost comfortable silence and had just finished them up when there was a knock at the door.

“We brought pizza!” Joe’s voice sang from the other side of the door.

Deirdre got up and walked over to the door, “Did you bring coffee?” She insisted.

There was a small silence, “Yes.” Joe answered. Deirdre opened the door. “I thought we could have lunch together and go over our plan for tonight” Joe grinned and stepped inside the room. Frank followed him inside holding two Starbucks drink trays. Deirdre picked hers out and began drinking it right away.

Frank sighed, “Coffee and pizza, a weird combination, we know. But we needed to have lunch and Joe wanted to pitch his plan for tonight.” He sat down on the floor with his back leaning against the foot of one of the beds and placed the coffee trays next to him and Nancy sat down on the other side of the coffee trays.

“What’s with all the coffee?” Nancy asked Frank.

“Oh, I didn’t know if you wanted anything so I was going to bring you some but while I was ordering I realized that I don’t actually know how you like your coffee, so I got three different kinds. I can just drink whatever you don’t want anyway.” Nancy smiled and Frank began identifying what was in each coffee cup. Joe set the pizza boxes on the bed and Deirdre sat down next to them. Joe stood in front of all of them with a slice of pizza in each hand, he began to explain his plan for catching the culprit tonight.

“So,” Joe said in between bites, “Frank deciphered one of the notes that was left for Deirdre.”

“If I understand it correctly then the thing the culprit is after is a first hand account of the witch trials that historians have never found, it’s hidden somewhere on the Hathorne property.” Frank handed Nancy the cup of blonde roast espresso that she had decided on.

“And we all know the culprit is trying to use Deirdre and Nancy to find this old notebook for them, so if we can just pretend that we know where it is, we can lure the culprit into a trap during the party tonight.” Joe took another bite of his pizza.

“So what, we just spread the word that we found the book and wait for someone to knock us out?” Deirdre huffed.

“Here’s my plan, we start spreading the word that Deirdre knows where the old records are that the perpetrator is after. It’s highly likely that the perp will be at the party tonight since it’s on Hathorne property too, let’s say Deirdre goes off to get the records-”

“Then I knock out any creep who follows me.” Deirdre interjected.

Joe turned to Deirdre, “Don’t worry we’ll all be there as backup,” he motioned to himself and Frank and Nancy. “Frank and I are testing out these new smart watches for ATAC.” Joe lifted his wrist to show his watch, Frank did the same to show Nancy.

She lightly grabbed Frank by his hand and forearm to get a better look. “Oh, cool!” They looked similar to an apple watch with a touch screen face, she wondered what kind of special features ATAC equipped it with.

“We only have two so I’ll trail Deirdre around the party and Nancy can stick by Frank that way we can keep tabs on everyone. Plus we’ll all be there in costume, complete disguises, so we can be on the lookout for both you and the perp without them recognizing us. We’ll blend in perfectly at the party.”

Nancy broke away from her side conversation with Frank, “But I don’t have a costume.”

“Don’t worry Nan, I called in a little favor and your costume is actually waiting for you to pick it up down in the lobby.”

Frank looked at his brother as if he were already dreading what Joe had in mind for him, “And what about me, Joe?”

Joe grinned at his brother, “Don’t worry man, I brought you a costume too.” Frank internally started to get concerned at whatever crazy scheme his brother was pulling at his expense. “And Deirdre as for your costume-”

Deirdre smiled and winked at Joe, “Oh I brought a costume.”

“Alright then, so we’re all set for tonight? We’ll all go into the party separately and meet up inside? I’ll have Deirdre’s back, Nancy and Frank you can keep an eye out on all our suspects?”

“It’s worth a shot.” Nancy chimed in.

“Great, we’ll leave you girls to get ready, Frank and I still have some decorations to put and we promised Mrs. Hathorne we’d have everything set up by 5. Did you guys finish the jack o’lanterns?”

“You bet!” Nancy grinned. She pointed out to Frank which one was her favorite that she had carved.

“I’ll try not to drop it then.” He said almost as if he wasn’t joking. Nancy laughed and lightly hit his shoulder causing him to break out into a grin. “I brought you three coffees remember?” He laughed trying to cover himself with his arms and bringing his knees toward his chest.

“Well then you better take these pumpkins out of here so I can start getting ready.” Deirdre stood up to hand Joe a jack o’lantern who quickly shoved his last bit of pizza in his mouth.

****

Nancy had helped the boys take some of the carved pumpkins down to their car and topped by the lobby to pick up the package Joe had mentioned. She now sat on her hotel bed, legs crossed with the package in front of her. It was almost time to leave for the party, Deirdre was sitting on the sink counter busy finishing her hair and makeup. Nancy opened the package and black material slipped out onto a pile on the bed along with a little handwritten note. Nancy picked up the piece of paper.

Don’t have too much fun without us!

Love, Bess & George

“Oh no.” Nancy groaned, realizing exactly what all the black fabric was. She picked it up and held it out in front of her. It was the black cat suit that Nancy had brought back from a case she had in Italy. Bess and George thought it was the funniest thing that Nancy had to dance in a cat suit to get extra money while on a case once and they never let her hear the end of it. Nancy sighed and got dressed, the suit was a little tighter than she remembered but it had been a few years since she had even touched it.

Deirdre walked into the room “Oh wow Drew, I didn’t think you were this into the Halloween spirit.”

“Um, it’s a long story, Bess and George sent it.” Confused, Nancy looked at Deirdre who was in underwear and a silk robe that was tied closed. “Where’s your costume?”

“Oh, your right.” Deirdre grabbed a pair of white wings out of the hotel closet. “There, now I’m ready to go.” She could see that Nancy was still confused. “I’m an Angel, you know, a Victoria’s Secret model?”

“Oh.” Nancy nodded.

About fifteen minutes later, still feeling awkward in her suit Nancy got into a cab to take her to the Hathorne house. Deirdre had left a little earlier and it was time for Nancy to slip into the party and look out for anything suspicious. Upon arrival getting dropped off at the party Nancy stood on the roadside admiring how beautiful the old house looked. There was the faint sound of music from the distant party and the warm light pouring from the windows, but the way it glowed in the moonlight around the trees was chilling. Nancy almost hated that the the city decided to throw a town party in a place with so much history, granted the party wasn’t supposed to get out of hand, but still.

Once inside Nancy quickly realized she had no idea how to find Joe or Frank because she didn’t know what they were wearing and she had left her phone at the hotel since her costume had no pockets. Great, she thought, now what? She saw people dressed as werewolves, cartoon characters, vampires, Star Wars characters, people dressed as foods, some creative costumes, and a few “sexy” variations of things Nancy couldn’t identify. After awhile of looking around she spotted Deirdre talking to Mei Parris near the tables of food and candy. Nancy walked over to one of the nearby candy tables to see what they had. She saw Moon Chunks, Auntie’s Acorns, Licky Loo lollipops, finally in s bowl at the end she saw fun sized versions of her favorite candy, Koko Kringle bars. She peeled her mask up just above her lips and ate one of the candies. Whew! She thought. It’s so much easier to breathe with the mask this way.

She walked past Deirdre who made eye contact with her and then quickly glanced across the room. Nancy followed her gaze to catch a glimpse of Teegan Parris slipping into a separate room. Nancy decided to cut through the dance floor in pursuit. A slower paced song came on and she had to squeeze through a group of girls in tutus walking off the dance floor and shove past the cast of Twilight. She nearly tripped over Jacob’s werewolf tail but was caught by someone in a Spider-man suit. Not only did he catch her, he brought her into a ballroom dancing position, and began dancing the box step with her? Nancy looked up and was about to protest against the mysterious menace.

“Watch your step Miss LaRue, you might get knocked out.” The Spider-man’s words were muffled through his mask.

Nancy quickly relaxed and fell into step with his dancing. “Frank?” she gasped. Frank was the only person who knew the name that was given to her dancer black cat suit persona in Italy. She would have told Bess and George but she knew they would just make fun of her even more. Sure Frank might make fun of it, but at least he’d keep it a secret.

He used one hand to lift his mask up from his neck just enough to show his mouth and the tip of his nose. “Hey you.” he grinned. She could recognize those lips anywhere.

“Frank!” Nancy smiled, relieved that she wasn’t so alone anymore. “Oh but Teegan Paris just went into that room, I have to go-”

“Don’t worry, Joe was already following her.” Frank continued to lead their dance.

“So, I didn’t expect you to be in such a...” Nancy hesitated to find the right word, “fitting costume.” The suit was just like the kinds you see in the movies, no fake muscle padding, just the stretchy breathable material fitting just right in all places, making him look taller and his shoulders broader. It reminded her just how muscular he actually was.

“Yeah well, apparently Joe bought it for me when he saw how I was really into the new Spider-man PS4 game. And it is Halloween so, why not. It is kind of fun.” He spun her. “As for you, I guess I am a little surprised to see you dawning the infamous cat suit that you swore you’d never wear again.”

Nancy was pulled back in close to Frank after the spin. “I guess Joe asked Bess and George to send up one of my old costumes for the party,” she sighed, “I’m going to kill them when I get home.”

“You don’t look bad.” Frank offered. What he wanted to say was that she looked good because she did, but he didn’t want it to come across the wrong way.

“Thanks,” Nancy felt her ears get a little red under her mask, “You don’t look to bad yourself, tiger.”

The song changed to a slightly more upbeat one to which Frank adjusted his lead to. “Remember that case we had in Michigan when we could have won that state dancing competition.” He remarked as he looked around the room behind her.

“If only we were actually from Michigan.” Nancy knew he was recalling how during the case they had a system for watching their suspects while they seemed to rehearse their dance routines, and they did get surprisingly good at dancing too. She surveyed the room and saw Deirdre looking over her shoulder as she quickly went downstairs toward the basement. Lauren Corey seemed to sneak down the stairs shortly after her, giving Nancy a bad feeling.

Nancy leaned closer into Frank, “At your six, a target spotted in pursuit headed down the west stairs.” She would have said something normal like ‘Behind you I saw Lauren following Deirdre down to the basement’ but she remembered how Joe’s love for ‘making things sound cool while on a case’ had rubbed off on Frank.

He led them into a spin so that he could look in the direction she had noted.

“Over there.” She said quietly looking at the stairs. They both saw someone in a Stormtrooper costume walk down the stairs.

Frank chuckled a bit and his watch buzzed once, “Looks like Joe is on it.” Frank brought Nancy in even more, closing up the space between them as they danced, “But I love it when you talk espionage to me.” he said hushly to her, their cheeks touching.

Nancy playfully lifted her right leg and hooked it around Frank’s left leg like a dramatic salsa dancer, “How could I forget?” The tip of her nose touched his, she could just barely see his green eyes through the mask lenses. Their lips had come dangerously close to touching… It was as if the world slowed down, almost standing still.

They were interrupted by a Frank’s watch that was violently buzzing and flashing. He pulled away from Nancy. He sounded breathless, “Joe needs help.” He wiped his head around toward the staircase to the basement. Just then a high pitched screeching rang throughout the whole house. Nancy and Frank both flinched, bracing themselves from the auditory impact. Sounding almost like a banshee screaming it causing the party goers to scream and rush the exits in a panic. Nancy watched as Frank grabbed the back of his mask and pull it off in one swift motion. She did the same.

“The fire alarm!” Nancy shouted over to Frank.

“We need to find Joe and Deirdre!” Frank shouted back to her. He fought through the crowds of people trying to go the opposite direction. He used one arm to shove past people and the other arm he kept behind him against his back so that Nancy could hold and follow behind him. Once they got to the stairs they were able to run freely. Nancy reached the door at the bottom of the stairs first. She grabbed the door handle letting out a yelp and quickly drawing her hand back. The door handle was hot but it wasn’t locked. They both rushed inside.

“Don’t let the door close!” Deirdre’s voice yelled over the crackling fire. Frank and Nancy turned around but it was too late to catch the door. Nancy tried to open the door but it was locked on this side.

“Deirdre?” Nancy shouted, “Where are you?”

“Over here!” Deirdre’s voice came to the left corner of the room near the door. She was kneeling on the floor next to Joe. She had taken his helmet off and was using it to elevate his legs. “Lauren figured out our plan! And this idiot got knocked out.” Although she sounded like she was starting to panic, Deirdre seemed to still be annoyed despite the situation.

“Did she get the journal?” Nancy asked, kneeling down next to Joe and Deirdre.

“Not on my life.” Deirdre reached behind her and pulled a small old notebook that she had kept tucked under the back of her bra strap. “Lauren took a fake.”

Nancy looked around the room. As the fire spread up the right side she noticed rope on the floor next to Deirdre and the fresh red bruises around her arms and legs. It didn’t look too good, how well could Deirdre walk after that?

Joe started to gain consciousness. “Joe!” Relieved, Frank started helping his brother stand up.

Joe instinctively grabbed his helmet. “Did I miss something?” Joe mumbled.

Deirdre stood up, using the wall to lean against. Nancy walked over and put Deirdre’s arm around her shoulders to help her walk.

Frank had helped Joe walk toward the door in hopes of knocking the door down but the fire had caught onto the door. Frank’s eyes darted around the room. He spotted a window near the top of the left wall, it’d be a tight fit for Joe and his costume but they could fit, if they made it in time.

“Over there!” Frank coughed as he pointed to the window. They all walked over to the wall. Frank let go of his brother.

“Up you go.” He said to Nancy as he knelt down against the wall cupping his hands together. Nancy quickly understood and put one foot up into his hands as he pushed her up toward the window. Nancy struggled to move the latch but she finally got it and slipped through the window. Frank hoisted Deirdre up next, she shimmied through the window and Nancy helped pull her through. Next was Joe. Frank helped his brother up to the window in the same fashion but also had to help push him through the window as the girls pulled him due to the bulkiness of Joe’s costume.

Now for Frank to get out the window. He hadn’t thought this far. He looked around for something to help him.

“Get the rope!” Nancy coughed pointing at it on the floor.

Frank ran over to it. The rope was laying dangerously close to the fire. The heat was strong and it felt like he burned himself trying to grab it, but at least it wasn't on fire. He ran over to the wall and threw the rope up to Nancy. Joe and Deirdre grabbed some of the slack behind Nancy to be an anchor while Frank started to climb his way up the rope. The others pulled. He made it through the window. They all collapsed on the grass next to each other.

***

Although it felt longer, the fire department and an ambulance arrived moments later. Deirdre had a blanket around her and was explaining what happened to the police. Joe was laying in a gurney outside of the ambulance getting checked out by nurses. Frank and Nancy sat shoulder to shoulder on the grass under a tree nearby waiting to give their statements to the police. They were sharing a blanket they had gotten from the EMTs.

“Are you sure you’re ok? I could go ask for an oxygen mask for you.” Frank put a hand on Nancy’s back as she coughed.

“No, no. I’m fine.” Nancy managed to say though her coughs.

“You know,” Frank sighed “it’s kind of funny how this is our first shared near death experience.”

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice not to face death alone for once.” Nancy had stopped coughing.

“We could do it again sometime if you want.”

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time.” Nancy joked sarcastically, shoving him with her shoulder. “Hey Frank?” Nancy looked up at him. He had ash smeared on his face and his hair was messy and standing up a bit from his mask. “Speaking of near death experiences,” Nancy said lightly, “What was it that you wanted to tell me?”

“What are you talking about?” Frank looked puzzled.

“You know, when I was in Colorado, you and Joe left me a voicemail,”

Oh no.

“You said there was something you always wanted to tell me?”

Frank’s heart rate increased suddenly. “Um-” He laughed nervously. “I-”

Nancy leaned her head against his shoulder and snuggled closer to him. “It’s ok, you can tell me. Joe told Bess and Bess told me.”

Maybe she could solve mysteries without having to be alone.

Nancy grabbed one of Frank's hands and held it in hers.

“I just want to hear you say it.” She closed her eyes and felt the tension leave Frank’s body as his chest let out a sigh of relief

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