#13 Days of Halloween

[peteneems]

[stayteezdreams]

Mine

Plot: When you decide to show your friend San the costume you aren't so sure about, you get a lot more than you were expecting.

Prompt: "Stop staring at me like that." "If you didn't want me to stare, you shouldn't have worn that."

Pairing: Best Friend!Choi San x Gn!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Warnings: A bit suggestive throughout. I tried my best not to be too descriptive about body type or gender but it might not be perfectly gender neutral, I apologize. Slight mentions of self-esteem issues, or body-image issues, reference to low confidence.

A/N: Don't go into this expecting too much lol, you have been warned.

Words: ~1.8k

Most years when it came to Halloween, you played it relatively safe. Choosing a famous character that matched your vibe. But you got bored of it, plus you were running out of characters you could pass for.

After some convincing, one of your friends persuaded you to dress up as a character from a show you both watched. They were also going to be a character from said show, so you wouldn't be alone.

The only problem was the costume of said characters was somewhat....revealing. Parts of the costume were cut to expose random areas of your body, and though none were too risqué, the costume itself hugged your figure in a way that left nothing to imagination.

You were uncertain if it suited you, or if you would be comfortable overall. The friend who suggested was no help in making you feel better, as they had already gotten excited about you being said character.

You had tried the costume on a few times, and every time you remained uncertain if it suited you. Was it the color? The overall vibe? Did it just not suit your body type?

When the topic of costumes came up with another one of your best-friends, San, you mentioned to him you weren't feeling too confident about the costume your friend gave you.

"I mean, I like it, but...it's not like anything I've worn before. I don't know if it suits me really."

Glancing at San who nodded along, understanding, but not fully knowing your predicament. He smiled softly, "Can I see it on you? Maybe I can help you decide?"

You perked up a bit at this, though you were a bit bashful about it too. "Would that be okay?"

He nodded with a bright smile before you hummed.

"Okay!" You rose before looking back at him, "It'll take a bit for me to put it on."

He chuckled and nodded, "No rush."

It seemed like a good idea at first, San was always helpful and always honest with you. But as you put the costume on you remembered just how it looked on you and you began to regret asking him to look at it.

San had never seen you in anything really revealing or figure hugging, not that he would care, he was one of your closest friends. But he was also the guy you had a crush on for ages. And even if he didn't care what you looked like in the costume, you began feeling timid.

Would he think you looked bad? You felt your chest clench a bit at this thought. That would definitely not help your confidence. You weren't sure if you wanted this now.

"Is everything okay?" You heard San's voice come from outside the door.

You let out a soft sigh. "Yeah! One second!"

You had finished putting the costume on but felt apprehensive about showing San. Taking a deep breath, deciding it would be too weird for you to suddenly change your mind, you walked out of the bathroom.

San was looking down at his phone and waiting for you patiently at the edge of your bed. Hearing you come out, his eyes shot up to see you, but what he saw was nothing like what he was expecting.

His heart seemed to stop all together as his breath caught in his throat. He was sure he looked stunned as he stared at you, unable to look away.

San always thought you looked great, no matter what you wore, but seeing you like this was more than he ever expected or could wish for.

The costume accentuated every part of you he often caught himself staring at. Various patches of your skin were exposed, and San felt his ears burning hot at the sight.

It took you a moment to gain the confidence to look at San's reaction. When you did you weren't expected to see him slack-jawed and stunned.

Was it a good thing? A bad thing? Was the costume too much?

When his eyes started raking over your body slowly, you felt a shiver run up your spine as you felt almost naked. You felt shy under his gaze, the look on his face something you had never seen.

You let out a nervous chuckle, "San, stop staring at me like that."

San's eyes finally rose to your face, and he saw the way his stare made you react. You were nervous and shy under his gaze.

'Cute.'

"If you didn't want me to stare, you shouldn't have worn that."

"Wh- but- I" You looked down at yourself. "You told me to try it on! To help me decide if I should wear it"

"Don't."

Your eyes shot back to him, only to see him staring at your body again. "What?"

"Don't wear it."

You looked back down at yourself, your chest tightening a bit. Was it really that bad? Or maybe he was feeling protective?

"Does it look that bad?"

Through San's struggle to keep his composure, the tone of your voice caught him off guard. Paying attention to your gaze as you turned and looked in the mirror, he realized his mistake. He was making you insecure.

He stood up, "That's not what I meant."

You looked back at him, "Then it just doesn't suit me?"

San let out a shaky breath as he desperately raked his eyes over you again before swallowing harshly. As you shuffled on your feet anxiously, he clenched his eyes shut.

"That's also not what I mean."

"Then why shouldn't I wear it?"

He opened his eyes again and took a step closer to you. Your hands absentmindedly rose to your chest out of nerves and he wondered if you were feeling as....tense as he was.

You noticed his almost darkened gaze as he stared at you again. You swallowed nervously as he stepped closer.

"It suits you....too well."

"Too well?"

He nodded and you noticed the way he swallowed before he licked his lips and spoke again. "You look great. Amazing even, and I... don't want others to see you like this."

Another step forward and he was mere inches from you. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of him as his eyes cast down to your body again. Your breath caught in your throat. What exactly did he mean? What was he thinking?

"I-" slowly, he lifted his arm, as his hand hovered above the exposed skin of your shoulder. "I want to be the only one to see you like this. I want to keep it to myself."

His voice was low, almost raspy, a shiver coursed through you as you heard it. Slowly his eyes lifted and locked with yours. The look in his gaze was almost dangerous, and it took your breath away.

"Why?"

"I don't want anyone to try and steal you from me. I want you to be mine."

You swallowed nervously; San didn't fail to notice it. He took another step closer, until your chests were almost touching. His face was close to yours and you nervously met his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I want you to understand why I'm saying these things."

You almost jolted as you felt San's hand suddenly grab your waist, his hands touching your bare skin were the costume revealed it. His hands gripped your waist as he pulled you against him.

His eyes stared deeply into yours as he inched closer.

"San?" Your voice was a whisper, barely heard.

"I've always wanted to keep you all to myself, but I thought it was too selfish. But this. Letting other's see you looking like this, seeing parts of you only I should see. I can't stand it. So, let me be selfish this time. Please."

Your breath wavered as San inched closer, his lips almost grazing yours as his eyes held a desperation you couldn't miss.

"Please?" He repeated, his voice soft, barely heard.

Your mind was fuzzy as your stomach swirled, warmth encasing you. You were unable to speak, so you just nodded your head.

Before you could even process your action, San's lips were against yours. His arm wrapped around you in a desperate attempt to bring you closer. One hand now held the back of your head, the kiss was deep, passionate.

As his tongue met your lips, asking for entrance, you obliged, almost gasping at his actions as he pressed you up against the wall as the kiss became almost sloppy. His fingers intertwined with your hair as his body pressed against yours.

San, managing to get some form of grip on himself, pulled away, his breathing heavy as he rested his forehead against yours. Opening his eyes he looked at your breathless figure. Slowly you opened your own eyes, as your gazes locked.

Bringing his hand to your face he gently caressed your cheek. "I'm sorry. I just- lost control a bit." He gently caressed your lightly swollen lips with his thumb. "It's been so hard repressing my feelings for you. I've always wanted you so badly, and today, seeing you..." He let out a soft chuckle, "I just couldn't hold it in any longer."

You smiled softly, "How long exactly? Have you felt like this."

"A few years, at least."

Your heart was racing as your chest clenched. All this time, you felt the same way, both of you unknowingly repressing shared feelings. Hurting yourselves and each other by never making it known.

"Then I'm sorry too." You said softly and he frowned, "Because I've been hiding it for just as long."

San stared at you for a second before a smile slowly spread across his face as he let out a soft chuckle.

"I guess we have a lot to make up for."

You nodded softly with a smile and San peered down at your figure again. He hissed as he let out a staggered breath, biting his lip. Your ears burned as he stared, your heart racing.

Bringing his hand down, he gently trailed his hand down your stomach before he hooked his finger under the cloth where it exposed your side.

Meeting your eyes again he spoke with an almost hungry tone. "Are you going to wear this?"

You bit back a grin, "I suppose I can find something else."

He smiled and tilted his head as he leaned in closer to you again, his lips hovered over yours. "Good."

You wish you had taken a breath before he kissed you again. You could tell from the way his hands hungrily gripped you as he pushed you against the wall again, his lips never breaking contact, that this was going to last a while.

xx End xx

A/N: I have written some fluff, some humor and a little spooky. So I thought I would write something a bit suggestive to throw in as well lol. Hope you liked it!

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[schrutexbucks]

There is something wrong with my friend, I think he smoked some nutmeg or something.

Idle Hands Directed by Rodman Flender (1999)

xx/13 days of Halloween 2024

[womenloverlmao]

13 Days of Halloween - Day 2

Special Set - Emily Prentiss X Reader (SMUT.)

Warnings: daddy kink (guys Emily as daddy is a thing I PROMISE), penetration, nipple play, reader is a stripper? Cursing, EMILY WITH A STRAP-ON.

You and Emily had met through a case, and as unprofessional as it was, she fell in love with a target of a serial killer. Of course, now, that unsub had been long out of your lives. You were safe and happy with your wife. Even so, you never quit your job; you would say it was your passion.

Spooky season rolled around, and it was your favorite of all holidays that was coming up quickly. Although you didn’t do much for events, you had enough fun with wearing just a few costumes.

You were one of the best, everyone loved you, and you were never late…well, actually, that was about to change. You were in a black, more halloween-themed set. It wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but it was cute enough. It was a bat kind of thing…which you didn’t understand how it would be, but at least you looked good.

Emily came in as you were adjusting yourself in the mirror. “Hi, baby,” you said mindlessly.

She turned and looked at you in response, her eyes kind of widening. She had seen you like this more times than she could count but every single time she couldn’t help but be astounded. She was married to you, even though to you it felt like the other way around. “Wow,” she says. “You look…amazing.”

“You think?” You asked with a smile. “I think it makes my boobs look great.”

“It…certainly does,” but she was focusing too much on everything else to look too into that. “What time do you have to go in?”

“About five minutes, why?” You respond.

“Because you’re about to be late, baby.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask. She nods, gripping your hip with one hand while the other moves the hair away from your neck to kiss it gently. You let out a quiet moan, with a whined curse.

“I’m already making you feel that good, hmm?” She smiles against you, her teeth grazing your neck.

“Em, baby…I gotta go,” You tell her, but her other hand grips your waist. She turns you around, and you know that you couldn’t say no if you wanted to.

“Come on, if you really don’t want to say it right now. If not, I’m getting the strap out of the closet and you’re gonna sit your ass on my dick, got it, pretty girl?”

There were no further complaints from you. She took her clothes off, and you helped put the strap-on on her. She was still in her bra and panty set as she sat down, letting you come over and sit on her lap. It wasn’t in you yet, but that would change pretty soon.

She cupped your tits over your bra as she kissed you, and you couldn’t help but whine into it. Even though it was through the material, it still felt amazing in a slightly painful way as she twisted and pinched your nipples through it. She got one last look at you before she unhooked your bra, and you threw it somewhere in the abyss. Emily continued to play with them, until you were begging her to let you ride her.

“Please, daddy, come on,” you whimpered. “I need you, so badly. I can’t handle it, I need you.”

“Yeah? You need me, pretty girl?” She smiled, pressing a kiss to your jawline. You hummed a desperate yes. “Panties off, baby.”

You rushed to get them off before straddling her, sinking down on her strap. She was fully convinced that it didn’t matter that she couldn’t ‘feel’ it, all that mattered was you. She watched your face contort with the stretch, giving you as much time as you needed while gently rubbing your clit.

You started to slowly move your hips against hers, sliding up and down as you let out whines and moans. It was all well and good, but she flipped you over anyways. She positioned it at your entrance again, sliding in as you wrapped your legs around her waist.

She fucked you well, you could have called it making love with the words she was saying to you. Telling you how perfect you were, how much she loved you, and how many times she was gonna make you cum. Her hips moved against yours slowly, but definitely surely. You could feel it hitting all your places just right. “Fuck, Emily- right there-“

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Bring your hand down and rub that clit for me,” she tells you, and you don’t hesitate to listen. “Just like that, good girl. That feel good?”

“Mhm, daddy… fuck, it feels so good…”

She pressed her lips to yours, your lips moving carelessly against each other. She made you cum, over and over again. She didn’t even care about getting herself off, seeing you like that was enough for her.

When you were done, she cleaned you off and did whatever else she knew you would like. After that, you watched your favorite Halloween movie together and Sergio crawled onto your lap to cuddle.

Safe to say, you were pretty excited for what would happen when Christmas rolled around…

[cosmopoliturtle]

Many talented folks have come together for @13daysadvent - a free digital zine available on Halloween! This year's theme, "Demons & Divinity", has inspired a lot of amazing illustrators and writers.

Check it out!

[wolfboy88]

Hello one and all, this year I thought I’d release the prompt list much earlier to give everyone a head start.

This isn't an official event or anything but just an idea to have some spooky fun and be creative this Halloween.

Feel free to use any of the prompts in any order, whether it be one or two or even as many as you want. Prompts can be combined and used with other events. All types of content is welcome - fics, edits, art, gifs, moodboards, etc, for any fandom and post anytime in October.

Let's get spooky 🎃👻🎃

[pocketseizure]

Seeking to grow his following, a YouTuber books an Airbnb listing for a spiritual retreat in the Adachigahara mountains. Enclosed within a verdant forest, the cabin is everything a content creator could hope for. The woman who manages the property offers a warm welcome, but there’s something strange about her smile…

1,500 words . ( on AO3 here ) . art by @maxyvert . for @13daysadvent

[princess-josie-riki]

13 Days of Halloween

Day 12

It's 13 Nights of South Park Halloween and in this night, it's Craig's Gang (Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Clyde Donovan, Tolkien Black and Jimmy Valmer) as a hydra with different colored heads.

Made with Microsoft Paint, Photopea and GIMP.

South Park (c) Trey Parker, Matt Stone, South Park Studios, MTV

Idea and artwork (c) me

[ophi-chus]

My piece for the @13daysadvent . Mosiac style herbalist ad for my namesake. First time trying out this style and I really enjoyed it!

[writerwrightlegend]

13 Days of Halloween:Day 9. Mythical Creature Encounter.

Summary:Yuu finds an interesting creature in the garden of Ramshackle Dorm.

Yuu was caring for the garden for the day. It took some time, but he was able to make a functioning garden with help from NRC's garden keeper. He mainly grew vegetables and fruit to feed him and Grim. Things like eggs, milk, cheese, etc, could be bought at Sam's shop.

"There... everything seems to be growing well."

Yuu stood up to admire his work. Then, in the corner of his eyes, he noticed a burrow at the ends of one of the rows of the garden.

"A burrow? I guess some rabbits from the forest wandered over here."

*Pitter pat*

He looked closer to see something emerged from the burrow. At first, it looked like an ordinary jackrabbit, until Yuu noticed the deer-like antlers on top of the rabbit's head, just above the ears. He watched as it shuffled out of the burrow and sniffed the air. Yuu watched as the creature hopped around before noticing him.

They both stopped and stared at each other. Minutes passed as the two stared at each other before the rabbit-like creature shuffled towards Yuu and sniffed the air near him. It began to rub against his hand. Yuu slowly reached over and pet the rabbit creatures' head.

"Hey, Yuu!"

"What is that?"

Ace, Deuce and Grim had come from behind Yuu. They stared down at rabbit-like creature that continued to rub on Yuu's hand.

"Oh hey guys... I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it seems to trust me."

"It looks like a rabbit but it has deer antlers?"

Grim walked over to the creature.

"Hey, what are you doing trying to butter up my Hench-human?"

He scowled at the odd creature, who in turn, hid behind Yuu while still rubbing its' head against Yuu's hand.

"Grim, don't be mean."

"Hey guys... is that a Jackalope?"

"Eh?!"

The group turned to Solis, who was standing at the garden fence.

"Where did you come from?!"

"Ramshackle... I live here too, you know..."

Ace and Solis just glared at each other. The duo still weren't used to Solis staying in Ramshackle. Grim, however, was already used to Solis.

"Erm, hello Solis.... You know what that thing is?"

"Solis help! It's stealing Yuu from me!"

Deuce awkwardly said hello to Solis while Grim tugged at Solis's legs and whined about how the creature was taking up Yuu's attention.

"Yes... well, I've heard of it. A Jackalope is a rabbit with deer antlers. I don't know much about it other than it acts very similar to rabbits."

Yuu continued to rub the Jackalope's head. Its nose twitched as it hopped into Yuu's arms.

"I guess it really likes you, huh?"

"Yeah..."

Solis also started petting the Jackalope.

"Hey! You're not helping!"

"Oh relax, Grim. Its not going to hurt anyone."

"Just like how you aren't going to "hurt" Yuu?"

Ace muttered under his breath and the two of them glared at each other.

"I'm sure he wouldn't do anything like that, Ace..."

Deuce muttered back, trying to defuse the issue.

"Hey, do you guys think I should name it?"

The four of them looked at Yuu.

"Why would you want to name it?"

"Well, I did find in a burrow in the garden and I don't think it's leaving anytime soon..."

"Don't we have enough people living in this dorm?"

"Oh come on, Grim, its not that bad. What were you thinking of naming it, Yuu?"

"Maybe... Rin?"

"Hmm?"

"It's just a common name back home."

"It does sound nice."

"Yeah, Rin's a nice name."

"Thanks guy- wait, what's with that weird smile?"

"Nothing, don't even worry about it."

Deuce elbowed Ace's arm to get him to stop.

"I think its a nice name."

"As long as it doesn't start coming inside and sleeping in my bed, I'm fine with it staying here."

"Okay, Rin... Geez, I don't if you're a boy or a girl... I guess we'll figure that out at some point."

Yuu set Rin down as they went back into their burrow. Yuu began walking back inside Ramshackle with the others following him.

"So, what did you guys come here for, anyway?"

The door closed as they stepped inside.

[peteneems]

[stayteezdreams]

About Time

Plot: While attending a Halloween event, you gain the attention of others. Something your friend Seungcheol really seems to hate.

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Gn!Reader (friends to lovers)

Requested Prompts: 'Jealousy: You attend a Halloween party and 'x' can't handle the attention you are getting from others, this causes them to make their feelings known.' + 'A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.' (<changed slightly) and "If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."

Combined Requests Of: Anonymous and @tumbleboof

A/n: Not really all that Halloween themed but I hope you still like it!

Words: 2.5k

It's not that you hated attention, but the sudden amount of it you seemed to be receiving made you a bit uneasy. You knew your costume was a bit more on the sexy side than you usually wear, but you weren't expecting it to cause a bunch of guys you didn't really know to migrate towards you like moths to a flame.

And it's not that Seungcheol didn't think you looked great, but the sudden amount of attention you were getting pissed him off.

Where were these guys when you were dressed normally? He glared at them. They only paid you attention because they liked your body now that they could make out more of it. They didn't care about you, just how you looked.

His hand was clenched tightly around his drink as he watched you closely from across the room. He could tell, though you were smiling and laughing, you were a bit uneasy from the attention.

If anyone looked at Seungcheol right now, it would be clear as day he was jealous. Not at the attention you were giving others, he knew, or at least hoped, you weren't interested in any of these guys. But you came to the party with him, and now you were spending it with others. He let out a deep sigh as you laughed at another joke.

He brought this on himself. He was the coward who never made a move or told you how he felt. Watching this must be his punishment.

Straightening up as a guy who had been heavily flirting with you, leaned in to whisper something in your ear, Seungcheol's blood ran hot.

Before you could respond to the man, your eye's shot over to Seokmin who turned the music off and stood up on a chair to announce something.

"The haunted maze is now open in the back!"

You felt a bit of relief at this, hoping some of the people surrounding you would leave to take part in the maze, and you could get a little space.

As some grabbed their friends and headed out, you were taken aback when a few of them all asked you to go with them. You heard a soft laugh from the guy beside you. He had been the one who whispered to you, asking if you were single. He had also been the one flirting with you the most during the party.

Suddenly his hand nudged yours as he smiled confidently at you, as if he knew you would choose him. "Let's go together."

Before you could reject him, you felt someone walk up behind you and wrap his arm around your waist. Looking back in alarm, your eyes met Seungcheol's familiar gaze and relief washed over you.

He smiled at you before he looked at the guy beside you. "Sorry, but we planned to go together already."

His arm left your waist as his hand slipped into yours, "Come on."

Turning and leaving with Seungcheol you let out a soft sigh as you looked over at him. Your words died in your throat as you saw the stone-cold look on his face. He didn't look back at you, and you wondered what happened to make him so mad.

Seokmin greeted the two of you happily, his eyes drifting down to your intertwined hands, and he repressed a grin as he gave Seungcheol a knowing look.

Seungcheol rolled his eyes as he walked with you towards the maze, his heart fluttering as he realized he was still holding your hand.

When you entered the maze, you glanced back at Seungcheol. His gaze wasn't as hard as it was before, but he still looked angry. Gently tugging at his arm, his eyes shot over to you.

"What's wrong?"

He hesitated to speak, not sure if or how he would tell you. Part of him wished it was obvious. He cleared his throat softly. "Nothing."

You frowned, wondering if you did something. Just as you opened your mouth to ask, a hand shot out of the maze with a loud scream, causing you and Seungcheol to both jump in surprise.

Seungcheol quickly pulled you away, as you clung onto him. Noticing this, his heart skipped a beat.

You let out a soft breath, "Why exactly did we come in here? We both hate this kind of thing."

He let out a soft laugh, "Good question."

His mind and body moved on their own before. When he heard those guys flirting with you and asking you to go into the maze with them, he felt nothing but jealousy and protectiveness. He was not going to let that happen. So, he swooped in and stole you away from them without really thinking about the maze itself.

You were growing more anxious as you went on, not just because of the maze, but because of Seungcheol's behavior. You couldn't shake the feeling that you had done something. Gently, as you made your way through a doorway, you released Seungcheol's arm and stepped away from him.

He did not fail to notice this, and his chest clenched when you did it. Why did you let go of him?

Another jump-scare had you both jolting forward and around a corner. You groaned but let out a soft laugh and Seungcheol chuckled.

Swallowed nervously he watched you closely as he spoke. "If you get scared you can hold onto me."

You scoffed softly with a playful tone in your voice. "Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you?"

He grinned, "Very much."

The way he said this made your heart skip as heat rose up your neck. You glanced at him and saw a smile that made your stomach fill with butterflies. The crush you had but pushed away floating to the surface again.

You repressed a grin, "And here I thought you were mad at me."

His eyes widened a bit as he frowned. "What?"

You looked at him pointedly and he realized why you thought that. He let out a soft sigh as he gently ruffled the back of your head, "I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry I made you think that."

"Then why won't you tell me why you are upset?"

He shrugged, his voice defensive. "Who said I am upset?"

You raised your brow, "Your face does, you looked like you wanted to kill someone earlier. But it's fine, you don't have to tell me."

The sulkiness in your tone as you walked ahead of him pouting made him grin. He let out a sigh as he repressed the urge to tell you how cute you were when you were like this. It drove him crazy.

Seungcheol took a few large quick steps to catch up to you, just as he got to your side. Someone (you would later find out to be Hoshi) dressed as a clown ran past screaming.

You stepped back in fear, avoiding him as he ran past. Instinctively, you grabbed onto Seungcheol for safety.

Seungcheol let out an annoyed groan at the scare, before he looked at you to see if you were alright. Noticing you were clinging onto him again, he grinned as he gently walked with you, hoping you wouldn't pull away from him again.

He kept his hand encased over yours as you gripped his arm, walking close together. "I'm sorry I dragged you in here." He said after you both flinched from a sudden noise.

You let out a soft laugh, "It's okay, I'd rather be here than back out there."

He looked over at you, "If you were uncomfortable you should have texted me, or given me a look, I would have come saved you."

You smiled softly, "I thought about it, but I didn't want to be rude to them or take you away from whatever it was you were doing."

He let out a soft breath, "What I was doing was standing nearby watching you to make sure none of those guys did anything inappropriate."

Your head snapped towards him, "You were watching me?"

He faltered to speak for a moment, unable to tell if you were angry, or just surprised. "Well... yeah?"

You watched him for a second before you let out a soft laugh and pinched him, making him hiss.

"Next time come save me yourself, jerk."

He grinned to himself, but also felt frustration at the fact he hadn't helped you when it turned out you wanted it.

You faltered in your steps a bit and looked over at him. Catching your eye, he tilted his head in question, but you looked away, keeping silent.

If he had been watching you that whole time, what made him so angry? Could it be that they were flirting? Or that that one guy got so close? Or maybe you were just imagining things. You let out a soft sigh as you confused yourself with your thoughts.

"Oh!! The exit!" You yelled in excitement as you suddenly saw the exit appear as you rounded a corner. "Come on!"

Seungcheol suddenly felt his chest tighten, the fear that if you exited, he would lose his chance all over again.

He stopped, making you halt as well. "Wait."

"What?" You looked around, wondering if he saw or heard something.

He swallowed as he looked over at you. "I was jealous."

Your heart skipped, "Huh?"

When he spoke, his words tumbled out quickly, knowing if he took too long to think about it, he might fail to say what he really wanted to.

"I was jealous. That was why I looked so angry before. I hated that those guys were getting all of your attention."

"You didn't like that I was paying attention to them and not you?" You couldn't hide the growing amusement in your voice and Seungcheol groaned.

"Don't make it sound like I'm a child!"

You laughed, "What? I didn't. I just... why were you jealous? And I don't mean of what, I mean why."

He looked around, making sure you were still alone, "Well I- I was afraid you might end up liking one of them, and-" You tilted your head as you listened, and his heart fluttered. He sighed, unable to take it anymore. "I like you, okay?"

Your eyes widened at the sudden blunt confession. "What?"

"I like you; I always have. As more than a friend. I've been wanting to tell you for a while, but... I'm a coward." He let out a soft scoff.

All your thoughts came to a crashing halt as your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

"You're not a coward Seungie."

The sudden use of the pet-name made his stomach flutter as he clenched his eyes shut. Were you about to let him down gently?

He let out a soft breath as he looked at you again. "I am."

"Then we are both cowards." He frowned at this, and you smiled softly, "I didn't tell you how I felt either."

His eyes widened a bit as he questioned you with his gaze before he spoke softly, as if he might scare you off if he spoke. "How you-... Y/n, do you like me too?"

His heart was racing now. In all this time he spent tormenting himself about telling you his feelings, he only ever saw the fact you might feel the same as a miracle.

You nodded softly, "I do. I guess neither of us considered the fact it might be mutual."

You let out a soft giggle at Seungcheol's bewildered face. The sound made a smile slowly spread across his face as he let out a soft scoff.

"Wait, wait." He brought his hands to your shoulders and looked directly into your eyes, making you freeze up nervously.

"So, we like each other?"

"I think that's what just happened, yes." You chuckled.

He stared at you as he slowly grinned, "I feel like I'm dreaming."

You bit back a laugh. "Do you want me to pinch you again?"

He chuckled as he shook his head, "No," his eyes suddenly flicked to your lips as a sly smile spread across his face, he leaned a little closer and spoke a bit softer. "But you can kiss me."

Your breath caught in your throat as you opened your mouth in shock. Gently smacking his chest you looked around, "Seungcheol!"

He giggled, "What?" Suddenly he seemed to be filled with confidence now that he knew his feelings were returned. He spent all this time pining, why not do something now that he can?

"You don't want too?"

You bit your lip, and he saw you fighting a smile. "Not here!" You said resolutely and he chuckled.

Taking your hand in his, he grinned. "Okay." Suddenly leading you towards the exit, you let out a soft laugh. He looked back at you. "Then we'll go somewhere else!"

You felt like you had the whole zoo rampaging through your stomach as you let him lead you out of the maze, through the packed party and all the way to his car.

Stopping by the passenger side door he turned back to you, suddenly stepping close to you as he peered into your eyes. "Is here okay? I was gonna wait until I drove you home, but-" he gently caressed your cheek, "I really don't want to wait anymore."

Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked around, not seeing anyone close by you shyly met his gaze as you nodded softly.

Smiling, he slowly leaned in closer, his hand cupping your cheek. Your noses brushed as he kept his eyes locked with yours. He went slow, making sure you weren't going to pull away. When you didn't, he closed the gap between you and pressed his lips gently against yours.

You showed no reservation, so he deepened the kiss, slowly. When you began returning the kiss, your hand gently gripping his shirt, he placed his hand on your back and pulled you flush against him.

Seungcheol would be lying if he said he had never imagined kissing you before. But he would not be lying if he said it was a thousand times better than what he imagined.

His heart fluttered and he felt like he could float away out of pure happiness. Naturally, the kiss became more passionate, both of you getting lost in each other. Your arms were now linked around his neck as one of his hands weaved messily through your hair.

You only pulled away when you heard a loud wolf whistle from nearby, causing you to look around. Seeing your friends Joshua and Vernon, trash bags in hand as they teased you.

"It's about time!" Joshua yelled as Vernon gave Seungcheol a thumbs-up

"Oh my God." You groaned as you buried your face in Seungcheol's chest.

He let out a chuckle as he shooed the boys away, his own ears burning from being caught.

"Come on." He chuckled as he pulled open the car door for you, leaning in, he spoke words that made your face burn hot, "We can continue this privately."

xx End xx

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Anyways, this is the last part in the 13 Days of Halloween 2024 series. I hope you enjoyed reading!

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"I know what this is." "What?" "This is a suicide pact." "It's a what?" "These kids are coming out here and killing themselves all over the woods." "My God.... that makes so much sense."

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13 Days of Halloween - Day 3

Misconceptions - Spencer Reid X Horror Fan! Reader

Warnings: talk of horror movie shit…like being stabbed

Spencer never really understood your fascination with horror movies, but in all honesty, he knew that it was something that he never could understand. Whenever he watched them, it was for perspective into what certain unsubs would watch and base things off of–which happened in a case or two every now and then–or when he was trying to do something with you. He didn’t particularly enjoy them, but he wasn’t scared of them. He would simply sit through them and let what happened happen.

It was a couple of weeks before Halloween, which was one of the most important times of the year for you and your boyfriend. He loved it for the aesthetic, the history, the culture, and the genuine silliness of all of it. He liked the sweet Halloweens, the one you see on movie screens. You liked it for the horror aesthetic, not the spooky silly sweet one your boyfriend found solace in. Even so, he let you turn on some of your movies after he had gotten back from an easy case. He definitely would have preferred Casper, or It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, but a happy lover means you don’t get smothered by a pillow in the middle of the night.

“You know that wouldn’t actually kill someone,” he notes when someone gets stabbed in a certain place. “Sure, it wouldn’t exactly be pleasant and if left there long enough you would most certainly bleed out, but the knife itself wouldn’t do that much damage.”

“Wait but I thought that that would have pierced your-“

“Possibly, but when you look right at where he was being stabbed it really wouldn’t kill him. The abdomen is actually a really hard place to die from if stabbed there.”

He continued to ramble on about little things that were wrong in the movies you watched, and you had a couple of conversations that led you to knowing where to stab people if you want or don’t want to kill someone. It certainly was an eventful night, and Spencer came to be a little weirded out but also thankful that you found something that you could both talk about and understand.

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Day 3 - The Warren

Day: 1, 2

As you looked up, a shuttered gasp was your only response. A pale ‘man’ towered over you, his blue eyes swirled with vivid shades of pink as your eyes remained locked. A small twitch threw your eyes to the top of his head, and then downward back to the floor as you discovered his two long, strawberry-blond rabbit ears. Their fur appeared velvety in the glimmers of light as they floated centimeters about the floor.

But the appearance of softness meant nothing as you shivered. The stranger had his full weight on you. Pinning your stomach to the stone as his clawed hands pushed against your shoulders. His wide smile seemed off as you felt his hands clench and relax against your tense muscles.

A silent warning.

Stay still.

For a moment longer he stared. Ignoring the barking and snarling that echoed off the stone and soil. Until two shadows fully bathed the two of you in the soft darkness. Only then did the ‘man’ slowly turn his head upward to the front of the hole.

Your eyes followed his as you saw the two canids. They were reunited. The copper coywolf next to the blond wolf. Both snarled at the rabbit man. Drool dripped down their chins as they glared from the exit. It was a tense stand-off. One that you could taste as it choked your throat.

“Now, boys.” He spoke. “It looks like you’re a touch too late.”

His hands moved. They slide like cold serpents down from your shoulders to your hips.

The dogs responded with thunderous growls; the blond took the lead. His large, scarred hand reached forward into the hole. A promise of pursuit as his nails dug into the soil.

Somehow, the rabbit’s smile grew even larger.

“So, that’s how you want to play it.” He chirped.

It was like a flash bang went off when he grabbed your bag from your back. He pulled hard enough that you felt the straps snap and your body rise off the floor.

You hit the floor with a grunt as he threw it at the blond. Then with his sharp hands flipped you over. Your stomachs now touching.

The wolf caught the bag and threw it at the other, dashing down the hole. The coywolf yelped but was quick to follow after.

The rabbit wasted no time in forcing your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist.

“Hang on, Love.”, was all he said, before jumping backward down the tunnel.

Shocked, you slotted yourself against his bare chest and prayed for strength to return to your weary limbs as you felt the rabbit man move.

Out of your periphery, your heart raced as you saw the beasts run forward. The blond’s large canines glinted as he snapped at your shirt. The copper one following behind, his bays reverberated around you.

Yet, the rabbit seemed more confident. His movements were fluid as they came to a more open space. In the dim light, his hand moved to the small of your back as he turned from his backward movements to a more forward one.

You almost screamed as the world turned upside down. Your hips bounced as the beast man changed his stride.

He picked a tunnel to the right, and your bodies bounced off each other as he tried to spirit you away from the dogs.

The chase felt like a morbid rollercoaster. Each turn he took felt like a rocking cart as your weight swayed to the balance of the rabbit. The hills and valleys of the tunnel mazes became dizzying as he kicked up dirt.

As the world of tunnels grew darker, so did the growls soften. In the inky blackness, the labyrinth became near silence. Soon the only sounds you could hear were the rapid beat of your heart and the faint heavy breathing from the rabbit.

You could feel his running slow. Then stop as he came to another open cavern. One of his clawed hands reached again to the small of your back. This time, with an unexpected gentleness, he caressed it. His head lowered to your tucked face and whispered.

“It’s okay now, Poppet.” His breath tickled your ear as your arms trembled. “We’ve gotten away, you can let go.”

With a heavy breath, you dropped. Your limbs fell to the earth like they had gone numb. While your head luckily, was still being held by the strange man. Who paused at your collapsed state before easing it onto the dirt.

 All you wanted in that moment was to take in the darkness. Let the coolness of the dirt and peace around you take you away. To fall asleep. To pray that this time, you would wake up at home. In your bed.

But, you couldn’t. Not when that rabbit thing hovered nearby. Especially not when several questions banged around your head when you remembered he spoke.

Slowly, you rose up. Gazed at where you assumed he moved to and you called to him.

“Thank you.” You started, “But, who are you?”

You heard the rabbit shuffle closer to you again, a smile in his British voice, replied.

“My name’s Oliver, Poppet. But you are welcome to call me Ollie. And you are?”

Nodding you spoke your name as your dominant hand reached to your neck. Fingers felt for the headlamp and slumped forward at the relief of its mechanical presence. “Where are we?”

“The warren, aka" He stated proudly. "my home.”

You gave another nod as you pushed for more details. What was that place above, who were those beasts, and what were they?

Oliver hummed for a second. “I’d be more than happy to answer you, Darling. But, not here.” You heard him shuffle towards you again, this time you felt his hand on yours. “Those boys could still be in the tunnels, and I would hate to be ambushed during a good chat.”

“Where do we go then?”

Oliver chuckled. “To the nest, Love.”

Before you could question why a rabbit would have a nest, he tugged you along. His long nails loosely grazed your hand as you were forced to crawl in front of him.

At another tunnel entrance, he pushed you through. “Go on, Poppet. I’ll be right behind you.”

With no other choice, you moved forward. Just like your first race through the tunnels, Oliver led. This time, from behind. He didn’t complain about your slow pace but instead commented on how rough it must be for a soft being like yourself to navigate these tunnels.

You didn’t comment back much. Just little nods and hums of agreement. Especially as the rough terrain scrapped against your palms and knees.

How the heck did he fly down these halls?

“Alright, Poppet.” His hand came to rest on your back. He whispered to you.

“I’m going to need you to lean low." Before you could question why. He finished his dialogue with a simple. "Then, you’ll have to forgive me for climbing over you.”

“What?! Why?!” You scream-whispered.

“Because,” He giggled. “How else will I be able to open the door. You don’t quite have the strength to do it?”

You oh’ed and squished yourself flat. A small heat on your cheeks at the innocence of the situation. Then realized he mentioned a door. You didn’t see a door in the darkness. Nor come to a crashing halt. Where was-

Oliver hopped over. Even in the tight space and dark, you were sure it was graceful.

You heard his feet move against the dirt. They sounded large as he pushed open a wooden door, and a teal-blue light flooded the tunnel.

Astonished, the light didn’t hurt your eyes. You blinked, finally seeing Oliver in his full lagomorphic glory.

You were right, his feet were large, and just like the dogs from before the rabbit legs reached up to his knees. They were well-muscled and coated in what appeared to be thick, strawberry-blond fur. Luckily a simple, brown loincloth kept him decent. As he turned to invite you into his nest, you were able to see his tail. It looked like someone flicked a fat glob of whipped cream onto his backside. It was a perfect swirl of white and pink fur. His arms were lean and had patches of fur that flowed up to a matching chest. His smile and strange eyes were still bright as he leaned back to you. His hand took yours as he pulled you inside.

Allowing yourself to be dragged inside, you sat near Oliver as he shut the door. You watched as he pushed it outward with a heavy grunt. Then he produced a petrified-looking log and barred the door with it.

He clapped his hands and turned back to you with a satisfied smile.

“Righty-o Poppet. Now,” He moved through the circular room to sit in the pile of the glowing moss and fur that sat in its center. His hand gestured to a spot next to him. “What were your questions again?”

Slowly, you crept to the spot and settled on the moss and fur. Your hand carded through the material before repeating your questions.

What was that place above us? What are you? Who were those two dog beasts? And what did they want from me?

“That’s right.” He nodded. Then he thought for a moment. “Well, poppet we don’t really have a name for this place. Most of us just call our territories home, but I never heard of a land getting some kind of title.” His hand waved as if he dismissed the thought of the creatures here being united under a single-named land. “As for what we are," He smiled and leaned closer. "Primitiva Animarum, is what we call ourselves at the very lea-”

“But, what does that mean?” You interrupted.

Oliver’s eyes swirled pinker for a second as his eyes became hard. His hand reached up and covered your mouth. You could feel the claws dig into your cheeks as his smile became demeaning.

“Now, Poppet it’s rude to interrupt. Let me finish your questions and then you may speak.”

You nodded quickly. The silent threat prevented you from making a sound.

“Good” He purred while removing his hand. “Now, where was I?” His fingers tapped against his chin before snapping. “That’s right, as Primitiva Animarum, we are beings with more,” His eyes rolled as he struggled to find the right word. “primitive instincts. The desire to survive and feast. Just like the animals that exist outside of this place. And like them, we vary greatly in appearance and strategy.”

You nod again. Unsure why he would describe himself so basely. He seemed to act with more sense than the previous two. Almost like a human cosplaying as a hybrid creature.

“Regarding the boys. That would be Allen and James. A pair of canid brothers that own the meadow above. They have for moons now, and they wanted to eat.”

“Eat?” You echoed, dread again filling the pit of your stomach.

“Yes,” Oliver nodded. “Eat you.”

“But,” You shuffled backward. “I’m Human! Sure, I’m made of flesh, but we’re so similar in appearance.”

“So?” Oliver cocked his head as he smiled sharply. “How else do you expect to survive?”

“Aren’t there other creatures here, things that aren’t the Primitiva Animarum?”

Oliver just shook his head. His eyes sly as he spoke. “Just us.” He paused for a moment. “And the occasional human.”

Your chest felt tight as your lungs burned. You realized how close you had just been to being devoured. The materials of the nest seemed to wrap around your legs. Trapping you to the floor while the walls closed in. If it wasn't for Oliver, you would have been dead. As you rolled into the fetal position, your eyes drifted to the blocked door. If it’s a dog-eat-dog world here, that means you've locked yourself in with a predator.  A helpless meal that happily walked through his door?

Sensing your fear, Oliver leaned forward. His nails caressed your hair as he cooed to you. “It’s ok Poppet, I’m a part of the leporines.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re safe.”

You lifted your head, and slightly leaned it to the right as you looked at Oliver. “What do you mean?”

“Leporines tend to eat plants.” He grabbed a lock of your hair. As he drew his arm back, he let it fall between his fingers. “You have nothing to fear from me.”

You watched it fall, chewing your lower lip all the while. Your mind replayed Oliver’s words. It made sense, he’s a part rabbit. You’ve never heard of a rabbit eating meat or anything about a rabbit killing a human.

He also saved you. And in no easy feat, carried you from danger into his odd, little nest.

As you released a calm, steady breath. You met his eyes and reached out for his hand. A simple, thank you left your lips as you glided your hand across his.

Oliver smiled back at you. His expression softened with a dark look in his eyes as he used his free hand to hold your cheek.

“You don’t have to thank me, Poppet.”

You yawned and leaned into his hand. The calmer atmosphere started to sink into your weary bones.

The Primitiva Animarum chuckled as he looked upon your blunter teeth. His hands moved to your arms, messaging them until he stopped at your shoulders. “You must be tried.” He then hopped back, removing himself from you. “Why don’t you rest, while I go gather some herbs for dinner.”

Before you could even question or argue Oliver pushed you down. His sudden pounce knocked the air out of you as your back collided with the nest.

“Just rest.” Oliver put his head close to yours. His clawed hands groped at your flesh in a poor attempt to ease their ache. His breath tickled your ear as he purred. “Your muscles feel so stiff. Dinner will taste so much better if you relax.”

The feeling of shock returned as you stared. All you could think to do was agree as he continued his handsy behavior.

“Good.” He muttered. This time, he removed himself slowly like he feared you wouldn’t listen. When you didn’t get up, but instead cuddled down into the moss, he turned and left. The wooden door screeched as it trapped you in his nest with the log cast off to the side.

You were cut off from the rest of this strange world.

With Oliver gone and the silence of the warren around you, exhaustion and relief finally bore their full weight. The brunt of it sat on your eyelids as they drooped. Then closed.

A feeling pulled at your lower abdomen. It was subtle enough at first that it could be ignored but then became intense. Then changed to a full feeling as you rolled. With a huff, you rose but regretted it as your bladder fluttered. You had your new dilemma.

To find a place to pee.

Now alert, you floundered to crouch. Your eyes followed the walls as you looked for an outlet or a side tunnel.

There was a spot to the right where the glowing moss thinned. The shadows around it created the appearance of a solid curve, but as you crawled closer, you felt a gap.

A tunnel!

Like a drunk man on his fifteenth drink, you dove through. You followed the grooved surface as it ran deeper, and thankfully not darker. The outlet eventually evened as you found another section of glow moss.

In the faint light, you saw another opening to your right. With no fear, you turned to it. Hoping that it would be a bathroom of some sort.

Creeping inside you expected a bad or unusual smell.  Instead of the scent of earth or a latrine, it was iron. Faint, but distinct enough to give you pause.

Your nails ground against the loose soil as dread began to rise. The words from Oliver played like a skipping CD in your brain.

Leporines tend to eat plants. Tend to eat plants. Tend to. Tend. TEND.

Your gut dropped.

Adrenaline made quick work of shutting up your bladder. The crawl became painfully slow as you came closer to the end. The smell of iron became stronger, and somehow wetter. Like someone had turned on a rusty hose. Or been heavily wounded.

The light was beginning to become fainter as the moss was left behind. In the dimness, you pressed on but hissed as your knee bumped something.

It was sharp. And slashed your knee as it bounced up to hit your arm.

Leaning back, you grabbed your leg. The wound didn’t look too big or deep in the faint light. Your blood flowed like a warm, sticky river as it gushed and covered your calf. Quickly, you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and forced it against your knee. You held it for a few minutes, and the flow slowed. Then stopped.

Satisfied with your makeshift treatment, you reached for the object that hurt you.

At first, you weren’t sure what it was. The object was dark and looked broken. Almost like something had chewed the original piece until it snapped. You leaned back more to hold it up to the light. Rotating it in your hands, you gasped and dropped it.

It was bone. A human-looking bone. One that had deep bite marks.

Disgusted, you kicked it away.

It clattered and banged. The cacophony didn’t sound like stone. More like bowling pins when the ball hits a strike.

Shakily, you crawled again. Chasing the source of the sound.

Your hand slipped against an edge. Then your other went down against the cliff side. In a flurry of panicked pushes were able to help you regain your balance as you backed up. The stability of the earth beneath your palms and knees was only comforting for a moment.

Sweat beaded as you looked down. The urge to vomit became great as stomach acid rolled up to climb your esophagus.

Bones. Bones everywhere.

The cavern was full of them. They came in all sizes and shapes. Even from this distance, you could make out a few dismembered skulls.

It felt like a morbid collection.

Or a sign.

He was gonna eat you.

You dashed back. Scrambling to fly like Oliver had earlier through the tunnels.

You raced back up through the first tunnel as you recalled that first interaction with him.

"Now, boys.” He spoke. “It looks like you’re a touch too late.”

He didn't mean that in terms of rescue.

He meant it as a boast.

That you would HIS DINNER.

Nails broke further as you reached the nest. Your head whipped around as you looked for the rabbit.

He wasn’t there.

You have a chance to escape.

Pulling at the door, you grunted. A come on, breathe between your clenched teeth.

It groaned. Moaned as it moved an inch at a time. The bottom of the door rattled as it caught and released itself from the floor.

You didn’t have time to wait. When you felt the door open wide enough, you forced yourself through like a panicked cat.

Then paused.

You forgot about the dark.

In a panic, you rushed to your neck. Scrambling with pained fingers for the headlamp. A loud click resonated as you forced the button down.

In an instant, the labyrinth ahead was bathed in an artificial, white glow.

Steeling your resolve, you moved the lamp to your head. A deep breath to steady your shaking hands before you crawl forward. Your hands and tender knees padded along the dirt. Your pace was even at first, steady like the rapid beat of your heart. Each turn you took; you paused to listen and glance around.

You hope that just like your fall into the mines, something would signal an exit. A breeze, a glint or glimmer, something would save you.

“Poppet!”

His call was faint. A mere echo off the walls as you turn to look behind you.

There was nothing there, but that didn't mean he wasn't in pursuit.

Moving more rapidly, you ignore Oliver’s calls. You scramble to move faster up the tunnels as his voice grows louder.

“Dearie!” He pleads as sweetly as nectar. “Come out! I promised not to hurt you!”

You start to pant. The tunnels feel tighter as you turn a corner. The earth beneath you shook.

Is he running?

His cries were getting louder. More desperate and frequent like an overprotective parent calling for their missing child.

“Please come back. I’m here to protect you.”

He kept calling. Repeating false promises of safety.

Then something changed. He wasn’t pleading anymore.

“I’m guessing you found the bones?”

He knew and was getting closer.

“The smell of blood gave it away."

His voice was getting louder.

"Don’t worry Love, I’ll make it quick.”

Fearing the worst, you follow the tunnels faster as you switched from a crawl to a crouched hobble. At each junction, you picked ones that slope upward. No matter how slight the incline was. Your fingers began to bend and tremble as they tried to hold onto the stone. Anything to prevent you from sliding down the ever-increasing incline.

“Poppet, the longer you draw this out the worse it will feel!”

The earth went from a tremble to a harsh shake. And against your better judgment, turn your head backward.

There he was.

In the faint light of your lamp stalked the rabbit Primitiva Animarum. Even from the far end of the tunnel, you could see the hunger in his eyes. The lamp caused them to flash blue like a police siren crying out in warning. The long canines that were once hidden by the shadows and dim lights were now prominently displayed.

You knew he desired something carnal. Something primal.

He wanted your blood.

He stalked closer. Nails glinted in the light as you scrambled.

He wanted your flesh.

“There you are.”

Your bones were to grow his collection.

He rushed forward.

Screaming you jumped higher. Barley escaped his nails as you fought to get higher.

He thumped his foot and growled as he watched you climb up. Dust fell from his hair and face as he repositioned. Then he lept.

It was a race and Oliver was catching up quickly.

There was an opening ahead! You hoped that this one would be an exit.

A hand gripped your leg. You rolled as Oliver tugged on you. Trying to pull you underneath him.

“NO!” You screamed as you kicked at him. Your free leg aimed for his hands and face.

Oliver’s free hand moved in a blur as it tried to catch your other leg. His smile grew as he inched you closer.

You kicked up.

Your foot connected with his chin. A harsh clack rang out in the tunnel as his grip loosened and his head flew up smashing against the tunnel roof.

Taking some initiative, you kicked again. This one struck his shoulder. The force was enough that he gasped as he slid down. He scraped the floor as he went to the bottom of the underground hill.

You wasted no time and scrambled again. This time reaching the outlet. You stuck your head out.

A cry of relief went out into the ‘fresh night’ air. You pulled at the ‘moonlit’ grass around you as your legs kicked against the warren’s walls.

Almost there.

Clawed hands grabbed at your waist.

“Not so fast, Poppet.”

He was back.

Oliver heaved. He was determined to drag you back down. His nails dug into your hips. You could feel the points in your muscles as you struggled against him.

“LET GO!”

You kicked again. Hoping for a successful strike again.

He moved and pushed your legs outward. Quick to slot himself between them.

You pushed against the dirt again. You got a little higher. Your chest was now on the grass and you could feel him pull again.

Kicking again, you struggled for a grip as he attempted to wrench you off the ledge.

You yelped as you felt his teeth sink into your left love handle. Your blood flowed for the second time that night as his arms wrapped around your thighs. He groaned, reaching up to claw against your back.

No, no! You panicked. His nails sliced your shirt. Your hands scratch at the ground. Where’s a rock when you need it.

You feel his teeth slice into your flesh. A howl escaped your throat as your hands clutched something hard.

A rock! God hadn’t abandoned you.

Quickly you dig at it, slowly trying to win against the life-or-death tug of war you two were locked in.

Oliver’s jaw tenses as it prepares to rip that chuck away. Ready to start devouring you.

The rock came loose.

The momentum of the freed stone caused you to fall. Down into Oliver’s arm as he released his bite. The large wound on your love handle flowed freely, but the flesh was mostly intact from his sawing.

On a dime, you turn. You face the man with a bloody smile and lift your rock high.

You hit him. That corner of the stone pounded against his skull.

He screamed as you struck him again. This time in the temple he staggered backwards. For a second you feared that he would bounce back, but his eyes remained rolled back as he twitched on the floor.

Wasting no time, you clutched your rock and climbed out of the exit.

The lamp lit the way as you ran away from the warren. Determined to put as much space between you and the primitive animarum.

The grass crunched as you slowed and gazed around the area. The once bright ‘sun’ crystal was as dim as the moon as you looked at the mostly empty grass behind you and in the dim distance, the strange boreal forest.

You couldn’t go back. It was too risky.

But. You looked ahead. There was a groove of conifers.

You jogged and did your best to ignore the throb in your sides as you ran to the conifers.

It felt like forever but it was really only thirty minutes.

A loud scream turned your back to the grassy field as you slowed to a stop at the base of the conifer groove. You felt your legs nearly give out as you saw the small speck of Oliver exit the warren.

He stood at full height. His teeth were bloodied and barred as he whipped every which way. His head angled upward then downward, seeming to sniff for something.

His body turned straight to you.

Oh no!

You dashed into the woods. Your legs were unsteady as you bushed your way through the foliage.

You had to get away. Your survival instincts tunneled your vision.

It caused you to ignore the golden strands. The strands that seemed to float from tree to tree. That sparkled as they draped over the plants around you in a sticky frost.  

But, you had no choice. Better to face the spider’s web than the rabbit’s wrath.

Day 4

[wolfboy88]

Hello, one and all. The spooky season is creeping closer upon us and thought I’d make my own prompt list and share it with you all.

This isn’t an official event or anything but just an idea to have some fun and be creative this Halloween.

Feel free to use any of the prompts in any order, whether it be one or two or even as many as you want. All types of content is welcome - fics, edits, art, gifs, etc, for any fandom and post anytime in October.

Let’s get spooky 🎃👻🎃