#At least not Rob Zombie’s Halloween

[redlionknc]

I am nottttt having a good night

[james-stark-the-writer]

28 minutes into Halloween (2018) and, so far, i liked this movie better when it was called Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers (1988), and i liked this movie better when it was called Halloween H20: 20 Years Later (1998), and i liked this movie better when it was called Rob Zombie's Halloween II (2009).

[whoarethegirls]

the thing is i don't even think an anoes remake is fundamentally a bad idea (< lying but has accepted the remake industrial complex as a fact), and imo the best execution would be a combination of aspects of the first 3 that prioritizes the fantastical horror that sets freddy apart. then the remake we got was. so deeply not that

[marklikely]

oh god i hate you black xmas 2006

[sap1992]

happy halloween 🎃 nobody cares but since it’s halloween im sharing my halloween series ranking

[gothic-thoughts]

Pinky Promise

Ghostface x Black Fem Reader Drabble

Bimbo!Reader

CW: peeps named Emma caught a crazy stray im sorry 😭

TW: murder mention, uh sl

Word Count: 952 (give or take)

After waking up at 2 am, you drag your groggy body out of bed, wrap a little blanket around yourself, and slip on your slippers, preparing for the cold air in the hallway. As soon as you open your room door, your phone rings, the sound of your favorite song muffled by the blankets. Confused, you walk back to the bed and rummage through your comforter until your phone falls onto your mattress with a soft thud. The screen was lit up, showing ‘Unknown Caller’ on the screen to which you tilt your empty head and pick it up.

“Uh, hello?”

“Well hello there, pretty girl~”

You chuckle, immediately flattered by the man’s tone and compliment: “Um, hi...? Who is this?”

“You have such a pretty voice over the phone, (Y/n). Sounds sexier than I expected.”

You pause, freezing your steps in the hallway, “Wha- I... wait, how’d you know my name?”

“Oh, I know a lot of things, baby.”

“Really?”

“You may not see me but I see everything.”

“Oh, like a god?”

The man chuckled, mocking your stupidity, “In a way, yes. And you know what, gorgeous?”

“What?”

“Since you asked me how I knew your name, that means you’re not as dumb a bitch as Emma said you were.”

You gasp softly, “She said that?”

“That and more. Your girl Emma gave me an earful; going on and on about how ‘all you do is be pretty’ and that ‘you've got nothing going on’.”

“She... wouldn’t say that—”

“You were nothing but a stupid bimbo to her. She may be right, but the least she could do was say it to your face, don'tcha think?”

“Well, I mean...”

“Emma isn't a very nice person, is she?”

“No, I mean, yes! She’s my best friend!”

He chuckled into the phone, loving how much he was frazzling your singular brain cell with rapid-fire information as you made your way into your kitchen, giving him a better view of you.

“Is she now? I think she was pretty fucking messy, in more ways than one.”

Your grip on the blanket around you tightens, “What do you mean?”

“Well I’m only calling you as per her recommendation, sweet cheeks. She thought she could trade her life for yours, but I quickly informed her that’s not how I roll. And believe me, she had a lot more to say before I split her open tits to thighs.”

You freeze in the middle of the kitchen, jaw-dropping as you lose your breath, your eyes stinging with tears. He chuckles at your faltering breaths while you rack your small brain for why else he could be calling. Your hand trembles against the phone as you frantically look around your kitchen, hoping to find an obvious camera before deciding to close the kitchen curtains.

“Mm, so there are neurons firing in that skull.” He laughs, watching you panic on his monitors, “Do you know why I’m calling?”

“To.... to kill me too...?” The words leaving your mouth make a tear roll down your cheek.

“Now why would I do that, pretty girl?”

“I don't know!” The stress and confusion make you burst into tears. “I swear I don’t know, just please don't hurt me.”

“Aw, there's no need to cry, beautiful, I just want to ask you something.”

“What, that’s all?”

“Mhm; I just want you to tell me what your favorite scary movie is.”

“What? I-I-I—”

The man sighs. “Come on, you don’t need brains for this, baby, this is easy. What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Um, Halloween... t-the Rob Zombie one.”

“That's a remake, you know.”

“Y-yeah, I rewatch it all the time.”

“Interesting. What do you like about it?”

“Um, Michael's backstory makes you feel bad for him and then I like his long hair when he's older.”

The man chuckles in your ear, “So you like big guys with long hair huh? You like masks too?”

“I guess, maybe, I don’t know...”

“So, let's say a handsome guy with long hair walks into your room wearing a mask: what would you think?”

“How would I know he's handsome if he's wearing a mask?”

“You'd ask him to remove it?”

“I guess I'd want to know what he looks like.”

You whimper, thinking he meant he was already in your home, lurking. “I'd be scared.”

“Mm, so you don’t like masks, that’s a shame."

"N-no, please, I do! I do, I do!"

"Save it. So if it was me, in your house, looking for you, all big and tall like Michael: how would you feel about that?”

He smirked. “Why’s that, sweetheart? I thought that was your type; I've been a nice enough guy, haven’t I?”

“But you... You killed my friend...”

“I-I don't know. Uh w-why else would you be calling me if you weren't gonna... gonna—”

“She who didn't like you, and since she got what was coming to her, why are you scared?"

You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, choking up sobs. “You promise?”

“What you're feeling right now is nothing compared to what I do to people I hate."

"Y-you... You mean--"

"You're safe with me, baby. All you gotta do is not call the cops.”

“I promise, you wanna know why?”

You take a deep, shaky breath to try and compose yourself, “Why?”

“I like you, (Y/n). I love how fucking clueless you are— so interesting for someone without a single thought in their head. I never know what you're gonna say next. You keep me engaged— entertained: I like that.”

“Really?”

“Okay... Okay, if it means you won’t hurt me, I guess...”

“Uh-huh. And that voice? That body? Ugh, you have no idea the things I'd do for you. You're helpless, and you're mine now. I’m gonna call you every night just to hear you speak, ya hear me?”

“I already promised, didn’t I? You don’t have to worry that pretty little head about that. All you gotta do is keep me on the line.”

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(a/n): wrote abt ghostface, still managed to make it abt Michael 😩😩 how I even 😭

[apocalypse-shuffle]

MICHAEL MYERS | THE SHAPE (any iteration | any canon timeline idc)

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Sex w/ Michael Myers (Michael Myers x Fem!Reader)

Headcanons

NSFW, 18+, minors dni, shoddy communication (because Michael), mild dubious consent

Pic Source: Rob Zombie’s Halloween, Halloween II, & Halloween Kills(?)

Michael ain’t easy when it comes to letting you know he’s horny.

Let’s say you’re at your computer desk working when he’s suddenly behind you.

He’s all up on you in seconds, lifting you up, taking your place in the chair, and putting you on his lap.

His rough hands find your breasts shortly after. Michael doesn’t speak as he touches you but with him so close you can hear the small groans that crawl up his throat.

You arch your back against him as he tweaks your nipples. Rubbing the dark nubs between his thumb and forefinger incessantly.

Moaning, you throw your head back on his shoulder to pant out: “What has gotten into you?”

He doesn’t react much to the question, only getting just that much louder groaning in your ear as he starts to rut up against your ass.

No sooner is he rubbing his length against your core through the layers of fabric between y’all and you’re left moaning and wondering when he’ll get impatient (because now you’re turned on too and you’re getting impatient) when he hoists you over his shoulder to reposition you.

Michael isn’t a cock warming type of man but once he gets you on the nearest flat surface he’s stuffing his semi erect dick into you with zero hesitation.

He squeezes your thigh and grunts at you to get a move on until you start milking him to full hardness.

After that it’s all Michael for the next while until he gets off, you cuming when he’s trying to nut is not the goal but if you happen to then that’s nice (initially at least).

Mainly Michael deals with himself first before coming back to finish you off after. He will breed you - every time - if you do not dissuade him from the action.

Regardless of where Michael’s cum, once he’s taken care of himself is when whether or not you came while he was getting off will come into play. If you didn’t then you’ll be well taken care of by relentless, nicely overwhelming precision. If you did, on the other hand, then prepare to be thoroughly punished because Michael is going to give you special attention whether you still want it now or not.

This man will (and revels in it tbh) overstimulate you to tears. You wanted to come so bad well then here you go, he doesn’t care if you're jerking around and sobbing he’s more than strong enough to restrain you.

Any form of aftercare depends on the version of Michael. RZ!Michael is definitely going to try, and with some direction from you he’ll be amazing at it. He wants that softer, less frenzied connection with you after the fact, and aftercare soothes and reassures you as well as him. OG!Michael and Old Man Myers (or Peepaw, as the ladies call him) on the other hand I firmly believe won’t care for aftercare all that much; at most you’ll get some base level rearranging done so that you're on a more comfortable surface and whatever supplies you might need will be easy to find and that’s it.

In general; if you're not in the mood (or are alternatively never in the mood) Michael is more or less easily dissuaded. You kind of have to start the pattern of sex for it to be something he goes looking for from you in the first place. If he can’t let out his sexual frustrations with you though then he has plenty of other fleshy and easily stab-able ways to let that frustration out.

Michael also regularly goes dormant - usually of his own accord - and has periods where he doesn’t kill so it’s pretty safe to assume that the same goes for his sex drive. When he’s in the mood to fuck is harder to track, and more spontaneous, than when he’s about to gear up to unleash his bloodthirst on the world though.

On another note let’s say you’re the one in the mood but Michael’s pretty firmly not. Likely it’s because he’s obsessing over a target for whatever reason. During times like these though, when his stalking and slashing are in high demand, you’ll barely even catch sight of him until he’s satisfied regardless.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!

I won’t say this was my best work, but I can only fuck around with a post for so long and I think a year was more than long enough for this to be ruminating in my drafts.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

can I get 16 and 19 with charlie

16. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is.’’ + 19. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you.’’

SCREAM WEEK PT 2/7

This is my first time writing for Charlie, please don't let this flop. He is not as popular as the other Ghostfaces, but I'm a sucker for horror movie nerds

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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Kirby shifted beside you, trying to not fall asleep as the movie continued playing on the TV. ‘’When this one ends, I’m going home. I promised myself I would never watch this monstrosity again, but here we are.’’ She took the almost empty bowl of popcorn to keep herself busy and awake. 

The Curse of Michael Myers wasn’t the best of the franchise, but it was part of it and you were doing a Halloween marathon. 

‘’What? Come on, Kirby. It’s not even midnight!’’ you protested, not wanting her to leave yet. ‘’The next one if H20. It has its flaws, but it also has Jamie Lee Curtis going after Michael with an axe.’’

Kirby hesitated, clearly torn. ‘’I don’t know…’’ 

‘’And you promised to drive me home,’’ you reminded her. ‘’I don’t want to leave yet. We have at least two more to go.’’ 

‘’Four if we include the Rob Zombie remakes,’’ Charlie chimed in from the armchair.

You almost forgot those two. 

‘’I’m not sitting through four more movies. My ass is starting to meld with this couch,’’ the blonde grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t the most comfortable couch, but at least it was bigger than Robbie’s. The last time you tried to have a movie night at his house, three people had to sit on the floor. 

‘’I can walk you home if you want?’’ Charlie offered, secretly not wanting you to leave yet.

When the movie ended, Charlie went to the kitchen for drinks while you were switching the DVDs. He had a hefty collection above the television, which you were slightly jealous of. He even owned expensive collector pieces — counting a Jigsaw puppet —, but they were upstairs in his bedroom. 

‘’Did you set it up?’’ Charlie asked, returning to the living room. 

You hummed, grabbing the throw blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over your lap. It wasn’t cold, but you liked the feeling of it on your skin. 

Charlie handed you your drink and went to sit back on the armchair, you stopped him. ‘’You don’t have to sit all the way there, Kirby’s spot is free.’’ 

Without thinking it through, Charlie sat beside you, momentarily forgetting that he gets sweaty and nervous when he’s close to you. God, he felt like such a loser. 

The movie started, and the familiar Halloween theme music echoed through the speakers. 

Toward the middle of the movie, you were both quoting the movie and laughing. It wasn’t your first time seeing it. Nor your second. 

Although you had been in the same friend group since Sophomore year, it was rare that you were hanging out alone with Charlie. He and Robbie were inseparable, and you tended to spend most of your time with Kirby and Olivia. Outside of your passion for horror movies, you didn’t have much in common. You weren’t even from the social scale at school. 

Absent-mindedly, you had moved closer to him. You didn’t know when or how, but Charlie, on the other hand, did notice and shifted uncomfortably, feeling the warmth radiating from your body beside him. He could smell the faintest notes of your perfume, making him realize that if he was close enough to kiss you. But he couldn’t do that. Instead, he took a sip of his drink, trying to quiet his thoughts.

‘’She’s going after him!’’ You grabbed Charlie’s arm in excitement as you watched Jamie Lee break the glass and take the axe. ‘’Go Laurie! Chop his head off!’’ you said at the screen despite already knowing what will happen. 

Charlie's gaze flickered between you and the TV, savoring the moments in your company. When would he get another night like this?

‘’There’s no way he can return after that.’’ 

‘’Yet he does,’’ Charlie said as the credits rolled in. ‘’They briefly explain in Resurrection that Laurie killed the wrong person on Halloween night, thinking it was Michael Myers. It was a paramedic. Personally, I think that’s farfetched. They should have let him die.’’

You twisted your torso to look at Charlie. ‘’But that’s the thing with Michael. He always comes back.’’ 

‘’I actually have a theory about that,’’ Charlie began, leaning closer to you as if sharing a secret. ‘’It’s the mask that makes him impossible to kill. Have you noticed that he always wears it when they proclaim him as ‘dead’? It’s probably cursed or something. That’s how he keeps surviving. They should take his mask off, and then chop his head.’’ 

‘’Like Jason and the Crystal lake? They always dump him back in the lake when he dies,’’ you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Charlie grinned. ‘’Exactly!’’ 

He should get up and switch the DVD, but his eyes glanced down at your pink lips, looking soft and inviting. Charlie knew the outcome wouldn’t be the one he dreamed about, but he leaned in anyway, his lips drawing closer to yours. But before they could touch, you pulled back to dodge his kiss. 

‘’Charlie…’’ you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

Embarrassment rushed through his body, his gaze dropping to the floor knowing that things would never be quite the same after this. ‘’Eh, sorry, I shouldn’t have. I should have known.’’ He shook his head, forcing a laugh. ‘’The nerd never gets the hot girl, that’s just the way it is…’’

Awkwardness filled the room, neither of you speaking for several minutes.  

‘’I…I’m gonna go switch the movie.’’ 

Left alone on the couch, you bit your bottom lip. Why didn’t you let him kiss you? You dodged his kiss by pure instinct. Because Charlie was different from the guys you dated, but different isn't always bad. You had a great time tonight in his company. He was sweet, caring, and you liked how passionate he was about the things he loved. 

Your eyes watched him carefully put the movie back into its case and take out the next. His movements were slower, dreading to return to his seat. 

‘’Charlie?’’ 

‘’Do you want another drink? Or popcorn? I could go make another round of popcorn—’’

‘’Charlie,’’ you repeated. ‘’Just come sit.’’ 

He pressed the button to slide the DVD back in the player, then returned to the couch. His heart was pounding in his chest, unable to shake off the embarrassment of his failed attempt at a kiss. He wanted the cushions to swallow him like they did to Glen in Nightmare on Elm street. 

‘’Charlie, I'm sorry I pulled away earlier,’’ you began softly, not wanting to make things any more awkward.

‘’It’s fine,’’ he brushed off, grabbing the remote and pressing ‘play’.

‘’It’s not.’’ You shifted to sit sideways, trying to get Charlie’s attention. ‘’Can we try it again? I want to change the ending.’’ 

His eyebrows furrowed in surprise, a mixture of disbelief and hope swirling in them. ‘’What?’’ 

‘’Kiss me.’’

Air got stuck in Charlie’s throat. No way you were being serious. ‘’You’re fucking with me…’’ 

You cupped the back of his neck and leaned in slowly. ‘’I never said I didn’t want to kiss you,’’ you whispered, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear as you looked into his blue eyes. ‘’You just…took me by surprise.’’ 

Unlike in his dreams, Charlie didn't wake up, you pressed your lips against his.

You tried to keep the kiss soft and controlled, but Charlie wanted more. His hand found your hips, gently gripping them as he slipped his tongue past your lips, no longer interested in watching the movie that just began. You let your hands wander from his shoulder to his hair, pulling at the roots and eliciting sweet noises from him. He clung to you for dear life, air escaping his lungs and soon finding himself out of breath, but he couldn’t stop kissing you. You were like a drug, and he wanted more.

‘’No,’’ Charlie whined when you broke the kiss. He attempted to chase after your lips, but you kissed along his jawline, nipping and nibbling a trail from his ear down the column of his neck. ‘’Aah, fuck.’’ 

You smiled against his skin, loving how responsive he was.  

Grabbing at the front of his unbuttoned plaid shirt, you pulled him with you as you leaned against the armrest of the couch. Charlie settled into your widespread legs, shifting so he wouldn’t press his whole body weight on you. 

‘’See, sometimes the nerd does get the hot girl.’’ 

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[vroom--vrooming]

F1 drivers in the apocalypse

Max Verstappen

He was not prepared for it, nor he ever imagined something like this would ever happen. That being said, the poor guy had to kill the infected or zombies on day one, and at that time they were still considered "people" so Max was kinda in shock.

He had blood in his hands for at least two days because he was still trying to make sense of what's going on.

He learned that no one can be trusted pretty soon when a loving family teamed up with him and on the second night they tried to kill him and take his weapons and supplies. He survived but decided to never trust anyone, no matter who they are.

He quickly became very skilled with blades and axes. He always carries an axe.

Avoids trouble. Kills anyone who seems shady.

He has lived days he won't even wish upon his enemies...actually he would.

Charles Leclerc

When the apocalypse started Charles thought either it was a big prank or somehow Halloween arrived early. He really screamed his lungs out when he saw a zombie eat a person alive. The guy literally froze and went completely cold.

Let's just say Charles found out quick enough that butter knife is not that effective in killing zombies, and neither is a chokehold. Ran over a few zombies with his Ferrari

Went completely paranoid and didn't sleep for a week until he passed out. Woke up to find his survival kit and Ferrari gone. Couldn't believe he got robbed. Got very angry and decided to track the guys who robbed him

Found the guys who robbed him. Asked politely to return his stuff and his car, got laughed at. He got even more angry. Had a blackout, and when he came to his senses everyone around was dead and he was covered in blood.

Went back into paranoid mode, but this time he is scared of himself as well.

Lando Norris

This guy locked himself in his house, thinking it's the safest place. But he almost died from a heart attack when the dead came banging on his door at night. He had to climb through his balcony and jump to escape. Dislocated his shoulder and only realized it when he stopped running. Popped his shoulder right back in after an hour of crying in pain.

He figured out that the zombies smell the living so he covered himself with the disgusting insides of a few dead bodies. Got him far enough and without harm for three days.

Almost got killed when he ran into a group of few humans, they thought he was a zombie.

Killed a living thinking it was a dead guy coming for his brain. Because of it he had nightmares for weeks.

Found a group and stuck with them for his safety and survival

Oscar Piastri

He tried to drive himself out of the city but the car broke down and he was trapped inside with the dead surrounding him. He waited till dark when the zombies slightly stepped away, and then he made a run.

He Home Alone an entire department store and stayed there for a few weeks until his traps stopped working. He gathered everything he could and left, and went out of the city.

Soon learned that in the new world politeness doesn't always work, but a gun always does the job.

Got offered to join a group, but he declined. The group started to hunt him for other purposes. Each one of them died a horrible death after getting stuck in his traps.

Took shelter where the group were staying.

Carlos Sainz

This guy was on vacation and got stuck in a foreign country. Literally stole a boat and escaped thinking that only that country was infected.

Reached a completely different country and saw the same chaos. Wants to get home but there is no way.

Kill count went from 0 to 20 in a day when both dead and living came after him. He never recovered from that. When he looked in a mirror after weeks he barely recognized himself.

Turned a little psychotic but still has a good heart...at least that's what he believes, otherwise he is no longer a human.

Killed a group in their sleep to take over their farm.

Alex Albon

Probably the only guy in the world who refuses to kill anyone, living or dead.

An excellent thief. First time he stole he left a sorry note. Carries a cat with him, his companion. Survived on cat food for a week till he found an abandoned market.

A master at staying out of trouble. No one can catch him or even see him until he wants them to. Very polite but talks to himself and the cat, may have gone a little crazy.

Franco Colapinto

What would you do if the girl you were picking up for a date gets bitten by a zombie and then comes back to life? Well, Franco tried to take her to the hospital. Not a good place to be when the entire hospital went into lockdown, trapping the living and the dead inside.

Franco ran and found himself in the morgue. A few more people joined him. They only lasted there for two days before one of them died and turned and bit another. Franco had no choice but to get out and lock them all there. He somehow got to the roof and escaped through the fire exit.

Almost got killed or bitten many times over the next few weeks. From innocent flirtatious guy to a ruthless killer. Very brutal kills.

He got out of the city right before it got nuked. Took shelter inside a train tunnel. Anyone who tries to pass it dies.

Lance Stroll

He was safely in his basement, had no idea how bad it was outside. Thought it was just an extreme version of covid. He was forced to get out when his cook died. When he got out it felt strange, like he was the only man on earth. That didn't last long when his security team turned zombies came after him.

Got the helicopter and flew away. Went to search for the military, hoping he would be safe. Soon learned that all organizations no longer exist. Ran out of fuel and had to land. Spend the night at an abandoned military base.

Was surprised in the morning when he found out there were people there. Begged them to let him stay there and in exchange he will tell him his address and they can get all the resources, including weapons. The leader agreed.

Eventually turned into some sort of caretaker of the group.

Fernando Alonso

Poor guy lost all his loved ones in a month, and not only that, he also had to kill their zombie version. It drove him crazy. He almost gave up, putting himself in dangerous situations just so he could kill.

Others like him started to follow him, respect him. Fernando felt like it was his responsibility to protect those who are loyal to him. But by this point he has become ruthless, and any trace of pre apocalyptic Fernando was gone.

He led his people to a military base and settled there. No one goes in or out with his permission.

Others have tried to attack the base and take over but Fernando is too good with his strategies and they always end up running away or dead.

Lewis Hamilton

Always with the faith and positivity. First he was all about saving and protecting people. Soon realized a little bit of fear and kindness will get him followers, people who would serve him and be loyal to him.

Doesn't like to get his hands dirty, but every now and then he will punish or kill someone to set an example and to keep the fear alive.

He thinks of himself as a saviour, and by his logic everyone should surrender and join him if they mean well.

Tried to take over Fernando's group but failed miserably. Revenge is still his priority but doesn't know where Fernando currently is.

George Russell

He was just minutes away from getting eaten alive when Lewis saved him. He owes Lewis his life and wholeheartedly follows him.

Lewis' right hand man. Loves to do all the dirty work. No one can question him.

He doesn't talk about his life prior to joining Lewis, mostly because he is no longer that man. But he was a killer even before the apocalypse

Cruel is his middle name

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Reader, they go to a party, and they're wearing couple costumes (maybe they're vampires or smth like that) but Jason starts to make fun of Eddie and Reader gets angry and punches Jason in the face, and Eddie thinks that hot, and they end up going to Eddie's to have sex

I hope this is what you wanted! And you enjoy it. Thank you so much for requesting<3

Happy October!

Dress up

Halloween landed on a Saturday night, and Chrissy was immediately ready to plan a party. The cheerleading squad got with her to help her plan it all.

Y/N was very good friends with Chrissy, and already planned to attend the party. The hard part was going to try to convince her boyfriend to go.

~~~

"Nope!" Eddie said, shaking his head. His curls bounced as his head shook back and forth. His legs stretched out on the coffee table as he sat on her couch. She sat next to him, holding his hand as she begged him over and over.

"Baby, why would I want to dress up in a ridiculous costume, and hang out with a bunch of assholes? We could have sex, then watch scary movies all night." Eddie argued, his head leaning back and turning to look at her. She rested her head on his shoulder, a pout on her lips.

"How about this? We go to at least say hi, and have a free drink or two. Steal the beer, go home have sex, and then movies!" She offered. She watched Eddie's face, trying to detect his answer.

He still didn't look convinced, before he could speak she spoke first.

"I'll let you pick my costume."

A huge smirk came across his face and she knew she was in for it

~~~

Eddie had his hand on her ass as they walked in, the tiny nurse costume clung to her body and showed off every part of her. She had fake blood dripped down her thighs, her hair was messy, and her dress was ripped. Eddie stood beside her with a smirk, dressed in a surgeon costume, but with makeup to make him look like a zombie. His bloody handprints were all over her skin, her legs, ass, and chest covered in his prints.

"What do we have here?" Chrissy asked, smiling as she took in their costume.

"I'm a nurse, and he is a zombie surgeon. "Y/N sighed, Eddie jumped on his feet, rubbing his hands together.

"And?" Eddie edged on, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

"And he's dead and ate me....literally", so I'm now a dead nurse." She explained, Chrissy laughed when Y/N yanked up her dress, a fake bite mark on her inner thigh. Eddie was proud of his idea and enjoyed the annoyance on his girlfriend's face.

"Clever, Munson," Chrissy smirked, nodding her head as she left to attend other guests.

"Go get your beers, baby," Y/N said, kissing Eddie on his lips. Eddie kissed her back then headed to the kitchen. He grabbed as many cans of beer as he could, stuffing the cans in his pockets.

"Robbing my girlfriend?" Jason snarked out, crossing his arms as he stood behind Eddie.

"Fuck off." Eddie groaned, he cracked a can open, and took a swig of the drink. Eddie turned around and went to walk past Eddie but Jason wouldn't let him.

"Who even invited you here? No one wants the freak here around, who knows what devilish things you have planned tonight." Jason growled, but Eddie just tried to shrug it off. "And dressing up as a doctor? like you'd ever be smart enough for that. Probably a sicko that would steal people's insides and chop them up."

"Leave him alone, asshole" Y/N barked, moving to stand in front of Eddie.

"And his slutty nurse, such a shame you got caught up with him. You could have had a real future for yourself." Jason said, but Y/N knew he was making things up. She loved her life with Eddie and she was excited for their futures.

"Better be careful with him. It's Halloween night, I'm sure his psycho self has a ritual plan and you'll be his sacrifice. He'll tie you down and gut you open like a pig." Jason's smirk didn't last long. It was smacked right off of his face.

Y/N landed a huge right hand smack to his cheek, Jason's head snapping to the side. Eddie felt his jaw hit the floor.

Not only did his girlfriend stand up for him. His girlfriend slapped the shit out of Jason while wearing the sluttiest outfit at the whole party. The momentum of the slap caused her dress to lift, the silk of her red underwear showing. Eddie moved forward to tug it down. His mind focused on her and her body, not hearing the curse words leaving her mouth as she screamed in Jason's face.

"Baby, let's go!" She snapped, grabbing his hand and walking out of the party. Eddie felt like he was in a daze. Mindedly following her as his eyes stayed on her ass. Her heels clicked against the driveway as she marched to the van.

Before she could open the door, Eddie had her slammed against it.

She gasped at the action but melted into him. His right hand was against the van above her head and his left hand was on her hip. His eyes ate her alive as he skimmed up her outfit.

"You are so fucking sexy." He growled, his mouth immediately on hers in a heated kiss.

She clawed him desperately, her hands snaking in his hair. His body pressed against hers and his erection was pressed against her thigh. His hands moved to her thighs, rubbing the skin softly.

"Shall we go home?" She smirked, her hand cupping his cock.

"Mhhm yes."

Maybe the party was a good idea....

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[evilmoldywizard]

More Logan headcanons because I'm being given messages from god (pt 2!)

- music taste is actually just fucking all over the place with just being a weird combination of literally anything he's liked over the entire time he has been alive. do NOT let his silly ass on aux he will play something from the 20s followed by rob zombie or literally Creed or something and be like “Yeah I remember when these came out” like it's even remotely the same time period

- can and has frequently had fleas

- this is in addition to his “likes animals” hc I had but I feel like he sort of just collects them, sort of like Will Graham and Hellboy with dogs and cats, but hell just be here keeping his weird ass bear in the woods near the school that he shows up to feed and hang out with, and will bring home baby raccoons and opossums in just jacket at the time

- paranoid about sleeping next to anyone or anyone trying to wake him up because of his PTSD and how he wakes up from nightmares, especially after almost killing Rogue in the first movie.

- as far as immortality goes, he seems to be coping pretty well, but by god does this man need anxiety meds, and a high dose. Like now.

- has a lot of irrational small little fears despite being effectively immortal, like his canon fear of airplanes, I feel like he's also super freaked out by the ocean and large bodies of water. Like he will complain through a flight about feeling like its going to crash and kill him, but at least he doesn't need to SEE the water he's going over.

- the younger kids at Xavier's school have basically peer pressured him into really liking Halloween over time, he will even put on a really low-effort costume but he really does get excited about it now that he's around kids frequently, he will never admit it though.

- in addition to that, he honestly loves interacting with kids so much, and is really good with them. His situation growing up was godawful of course, especially with his immune system being as bad as it was before his mutation kicked in, so he is just subconsciously really careful about how much they look up to him and how he treats them. Most of them see him as like a cool uncle, and he would absolutely die for them no questions asked.

- is super sensitive to smell and hearing of course, but also he will usually hate this, and gets a lot of sensory issues because of this. Yeah, its super helpful, but he really is bothered by this and he has a hard time managing it. He's definitely curious about looking into ear protection but none of it is usually effective enough for him. He usually will just be able to hear electricity moving around with headphones and it bothers him a lot.

- On top of that, this is another reason he fucking stinks, is because most scented products like literally any deodorant bother him sensory-wise so much.

- he can of course survive any conditions really, but he's actually a big baby about discomfort that isn't direct pain, especially temperature, because of his mutation and immense sensory issues, he also literally has a metal skeleton, so cold is a nightmare. He will power through getting shot multiple times and stabbed easily, but the second its any degree near freezing he complains so much.

- he also just loves to complain👍

- adding, honestly though him complaining is a good sign from him that he's doing well. He's so used to dealing with insanely harsh conditions, and having to power through it, despite feeling every ounce of pain before his healing will kick in, including his claws. But when he starts to be annoying about the temperature or something, it really means he feels safe.

- again, I cannot express how much this man CANNOT drive! I don't care how much he is seen driving a car in x men media, I am NOT LISTENING. Motorcycle is different though to him. For some reason. Especially stolen. He CAN however steal a car, he just can't drive one, and will frequently get other xmen to drive him places like the little passenger princess he is. Mostly Scott. Scott hates this, Logan knows it.

- super sensory seeking with touch, as its one of his few senses he can control completely, so he will usually wear lots of layers, is super big on physical touch as a form of showing affection for people, anything deep pressure calms him down fast.

- he hoards bedding like a little nest. One million pillows and blankets for the freak. Again, deep pressure and control over temperature.

I think this is it for now, I will for sure be back with more, this thing (Logan) is so headcanon-able for some reason.

[deadpersonsuperstar]

Now I'm more or less using Tumblr again. Please like and/or reblog if you're into at least one of the following

Gravity Falls

Invader Zim

South Park. Especially the Goth Kids

Pop punk

Horror Movies

Mall goth stuff

Grunge

Goth stuff

Emo stuff

Inside Out

Fat liberation and body positivity

Halloween

Tabitha and Courtney from Craig of the Creek

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Corpse Bride

Nu metal

Nature

Paganism

Rob Zombie

[miss-bushido]

kiss me, underneath the moonlight

Eddie and Steve are on their third date at a local farm, when the rain starts.

Written for @softsteddieseptember week 4, prompt 'dancing in the rain'.

Rating: T Tags: Kissing, Steve Harrington has bad parents, heavy petting, making out, secret tattoos

The sky had been threatening rain all day. Dark grey clouds, lots of wind. Typical for mid to late autumn. It was a bit of a bummer because Steve had planned this third date with Eddie to take place outside. He knew enough about him now to know that Eddie was obsessed with Halloween and all things spooky. So, a date at a farm on the outskirts of Hawkins that boasted not only a pumpkin patch and a corn maze, but an outdoor set up to show movies in the late afternoon? Well, it was perfect. Eddie’s face had told him that he’d planned it well.

They had picked their pumpkins and put them in the back of Eddie’s van for safe keeping. They had gone through the corn maze- managing to find a few hiding spots to surreptitiously make out in- and they were now sitting side by side in some wooden Adirondack chairs, holding hands and sipping hot apple cider. There was a bag of warm kettle corn at Steve’s feet, and once the projector was set up, they would be watching a double feature of 80’s horror films ‘Children of the Corn’, and then ‘Near Dark’.

Eddie had been ecstatic about the whole thing, but particularly about the second movie. ‘Near Dark’ was a cult classic vampire movie, and not many people knew about it who hadn’t seen it when it was first released. At least not many people they knew. Most people their age preferred movies like ‘Saw’ or the remakes of ‘Texas Chainsaw Massacre’ and ‘Rob Zombie’s Halloween’. Not many people shared Eddie’s enthusiasm for old horror films, but, luckily, Steve was one of those people. “This was such a fun date, Stevie,” Eddie said, squeezing Steve’s hand before he took another sip of his apple cider.

“I’m glad, Eds,” Steve replied, reaching out to tuck a long lock of hair behind Eddie’s ear. The wind made his hair more wild than it normally was, and that was saying something. “The date’s not done when the movies are, either,” he couldn’t help adding, giving him a wink as he settled back into the chair.

Eddie’s eyes widened at the implication, and he gave Steve a wide cheeky grin. “When you put it like that, maybe we can just find these on Netflix later on.”

“And miss out on this experience?” Steve asked. “It’s not every day you can see a horror movie outside next to a pumpkin patch with a sexy metal head.”

“You’re really not making a case for us to stay when you talk like that, baby,” Eddie grinned, biting his lower lip.

“I guess we’ll both just have to exercise some restraint,” Steve answered, leaning forward to kiss Eddie on the lips. He licked into Eddie’s mouth, tasting the apple cider and the popcorn he’d eaten. “And restraint enters into it…if you’d like,” he whispered, licking Eddie’s bottom lip before he pulled away.

“Damn it,” Eddie muttered, exhaling heavily to get himself under control. Steve grinned and sipped his own apple cider, smiling to himself at the reaction he’d gotten at the implication.

‘Children of the Corn’ started, and he settled into his seat, ready to enjoy the rest of their date. The scenery of Nebraska rolled out on screen, cornfields and all. It reminded him of Hawkins, but then, they were both part of the Midwest, so it made sense.

On screen, the little kid Job had just received his strawberry milkshake at the diner when fat, cold raindrops began pelting them. Seconds later, it turned into a deluge. The bag of kettle corn and the drinks were abandoned as they moved quickly to try and get to the closest shelter. Unfortunately, where they were, the closest shelter was the Boo Barn, named for the children to go into and have a few kid-friendly scares, and by the time they got there, everyone else had already filled it up. The doors were closed to anyone else.

“Well, shit,” Steve commented. They were soaked to the skin, and the rain was showing no signs of stopping.

“It’s okay, Steve,” Eddie reassured him. “It’s just rain.”

Steve turned to look at him and burst out laughing. Eddie’s wild hair was now a mess: completely waterlogged. He looked like a drowned cat, which only made Steve laugh harder.

“Something in my hair?” Eddie asked, laughing as well. He reached for Steve’s hands and pulled him away from the Barn.

Steve took it upon himself to pull Eddie back into his arms and then spin him back out, almost as if they were dancing. The lyrics to a Lady Gaga song came into his mind then, and he sang-yelled:

I’d rather be dry, but at least I’m alive! Rain, rain on me

He repeated this, pulling Eddie close, pretending he was dancing with him as they made their way back to Eddie’s van, water dripping everywhere once they were seated inside. The rain was still coming down in sheets, fogging up the windshield, turning the whole world outside watery grey as it continued pouring.

Eddie looked out the window and shook his head, water from his hair flying onto the dashboard. “It’s not stopping any time soon,” he said as he got up from the driver’s seat and moved into the back of the van. He had put a thin mattress with some pillows and a few blankets back there years ago. It was handy to have a place to sleep when you were a struggling musician and couldn’t always afford a decent motel room. “I have towels back here,” he said, grabbing a red one out of a canvas bag, and beginning to wring his hair out. “They’re clean, I promise.” They had been in the bag that he’d put back there earlier in the summer when there had been plans to go to the pool. Those plans had fallen through, and he’d just never gotten around to moving them back out.

Thank you, Past Eddie for being lazy.

Steve followed Eddie into the back, grabbing a green towel to wipe himself off. He grimaced at the way his shirt was sticking to his skin. “I don’t suppose you’d have an extra shirt I could wear, do you?”

Eddie rooted through the bag, tongue out in concentration, before he pulled out a black tank top. “This is the best I can do for you,” he said. Steve reached for the tank top, but Eddie pulled it back, eyebrow raising.

“Trying to play keep-away, huh?” Steve asked, lunging forward to grab Eddie by the wrist. He pulled him flush against his body, wrapping his arms around him to hold him while they kissed. He ran his hands up Eddie’s damp back, pushing his shirt up. “Take this off,” Steve breathed, sucking Eddie’s bottom lip before he resumed kissing him.

Eddie responded by pushing Steve’s own shirt up, both of them breaking away from the other to get out of their damp clothes. Once they were both shirtless, they began kissing again in earnest, Eddie moving forward to lay on top of Steve on the blankets. “Is this okay? Is this too much?” Eddie asked, slotting his left leg between Steve’s thighs. From what he could feel, it was not too much, and seeing as how this was their third date, he assumed something would happen.

He also didn’t want to assume and be disappointed. The signs were there, though. And he still had the memory of Steve’s kiss before they got soaked to the skin.

Steve swallowed thickly. “No, it’s not too much,” he said, looking down at where Eddie was pressing into him. “Can you take these off of me?” he asked, bringing Eddie’s hands to the waistband of his jeans. Not everything he wanted to do tonight would happen in the van, but he wanted some of it. He wanted Eddie fiercely, and that need was growing by the minute.

Eddie kissed him once more and then sat up, straddling Steve’s thigh. He unbuttoned and unzipped Steve’s jeans, beginning to pull them down. They stuck a little to Steve’s skin and Eddie gave them a strong pull. As this happened, he pulled down part of Steve’s underwear on his left hip. He looked down, and immediately froze, his face going pale.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked. He glanced down at where Eddie was looking and he froze, too.

Unlike Eddie, whose tattoos adorned him in numerous visible spaces, Steve’s tattoo was hidden. It was a small crown on his left hip, just under the waistband of his jeans. Robin was with Steve when he got it: right after he was kicked out of his house when his Dad found out he was gay. Robin had taken him in immediately, and he had set up in her two-bedroom apartment with the meager belongings he’d managed to grab on his way out the door.

The problem was that Steve didn’t have access to a lot of money. Just what was in his bank account, which his father could not touch, thankfully. He had applied for numerous jobs, but wasn’t able to get much. He was starting to panic around the first of the month before he landed a job as a host at a local restaurant. The pay wasn’t much, but it was money, and he could at least give Robin his share of the rent, and buy some things he needed.

While Steve applied for other, better paying jobs online, he kept seeing people talk about their OnlyFans sites, and how much money they made. He made his own account, Hail to the King, using the pseudonym King Sexy. Robin had laughed herself sick when he told her the names, and the tattoo had followed soon after.

Steve never shared his face. Made sure he had no identifying rings or watches on when he posted his pictures. And especially not when he posted his videos. The only thing his subscribers could see was the tattoo, and they ate it up. He made a lot of money with his content, and there were more than a few accounts who made his live streams very lucrative indeed.

“Why do you have that tattoo?” Eddie asked, voice quiet as he traced the edges of the crown.

“Uh…I uh…” Steve struggled for an answer before something dawned on him. “Wait, does it…You can’t be bothered by it when you have…” he trailed off, eyes roving over Eddie’s torso and arms. If he was bothered by it, he was a major hypocrite.

“No! No, I’m not…I just….” Eddie exhaled and put his hands over his eyes. “I just didn’t realize that you were King Sexy until this moment.”

Record scratch.

“What the- You- I-”

“Yes, exactly,” Eddie answered. His shoulders were shaking, and for a second, Steve worried he was about to cry. This fear evaporated when Eddie burst out laughing, tears coming out of his eyes as he doubled over. “Oh my God, this cannot be my life!” At Steve’s confused expression, Eddie managed to say, “I’m BardsCurse666.”

A laugh of his own burst out of Steve. What were the freaking odds? One of his best customers on his account was someone he was on a third date with.

They fell over one another laughing hysterically, until they physically couldn’t anymore. Eddie was sobbing with laughter, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Oh my God, oh my God.” He sounded like he was pleading, holding his stomach.

Steve managed to get himself under control quicker, though he was still wiping his eyes as he giggled into his hand. He looked over at Eddie laid out on the blankets behind him. “Is this…Does this change anything?”

Eddie snorted. “Hell no it doesn’t change anything.” He reached for Steve’s hand. “Well, I guess the only thing that will change is that I may not be as active on the site. Since I have King Sexy all to myself.”

Steve grinned wickedly and crawled over to him, looming over Eddie’s body. “You certainly do. Let me know if you want to be part of things in the future.”

Eddie groaned and pulled Steve down for a blistering kiss. “There’s enough time to talk about that later.”

“Indeed,” Steve agreed, kissing him back just as fiercely.

[filmnoirsbian]

Can you share some of your favorite and least favorite horror movies?

Some of my favorites are Scream 1996, Dark Water 2002, The Crow, Jennifer's Body, Rec, Se7en, Saw, Bodies Bodies Bodies, Zombieland, Night of the Living Dead, Get Out, The Stepford Wives 1975, 28 Days Later, The Silence of the Lambs, Carrie 1976, American Psycho, the Fear Street trilogy, Zombieland, Malignant, Us, Rosemary's Baby 1968, Poltergeist, Stoker, Bones and All, Snakes on a Plane, Zombeavers, Tremors, Kairo, The Thing 1982, Vamp, Alien, Return of the Living Dead, Practical Magic, Hocus Pocus, Cabin in the Woods, El Orfanato, Fright Night 2011, The Craft, Ginger Snaps, Pan's Labyrinth, Blade, Alien vs Predator, You're Next, The Exorcism of Emily Rose, I Know What You Did Last Summer, Signs, Chronicle, Mandy, The Devil's Backbone, Planet Terror, Train to Busan, Nope, The Descent, The Doom Generation, Prey, Midsommar, The Host 2006, The Eye 2002, Suspiria 1977 and 2019, The Invisible Man 1933 and 2020, A Nightmare on Elm Street 1984, Resident Evil 2002, Ready or Not, Trick r Treat, Delicatessen, The Blair Witch Project, Thirst 2009, Thirst 2019, Friday the 13th 1980, The People Under the Stairs, The Moth Diaries, Final Destination, Hereditary, The Village, Bride of Chucky, A Quiet Place, Candyman 1992 and 2021, Censor, Dead Snow, The Velocipastor, 8 Legged Freaks, Barbarian, M3gan, Zombie Tidal Wave, Pumpkinhead, Detention 2011, Insidious, The Fog 1980, Donnie Darko, Annabelle: Creations, The Blob 1988, It 2017, Sinister, Killer Klowns from Outer Space, Fresh, and Black Christmas 1974

Some I dislike are The Hills Have Eyes franchise, Cabin Fever 2002, the Hostel franchise, Martyrs, My Bloody Valentine 2009, A Nightmare on Elm Street 2014, Rob Zombie's Halloween movies, Terrifier, Thankskilling, The Boy, Prom Night 2008, Dawn of the Dead 2004, Lycan Colony, Splice, One Missed Call 2008, Detention 2010, The Fog 2005, The Roommate, The Bye Bye Man, Wish Upon, Truth or Dare, Creepshow 2, Prometheus 2012, Annabelle 2014, The Purge, The Conjuring movies

I am extremely lenient with horror movies tbh for me to outright dislike one it essentially has to either bore me or feature unnecessary gratuitous rape/threats of rape--or be a bad remake.

[goryhorroor]

the reason I’m a big hater of rob zombie’s halloween (besides the unneeded blatant sexism) but the way it took the core of michael meyers. now I know he was trying to do something different but it lacks because the reason michael meyers is so scary is because he comes from this normal family and is this serial killer, it’s different twist on horror villains with sad backstories because michael, at least in the first, was a normal child.

[age-of-greta]

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper

Author’s note: hi!!! Week 3 of our spooky Halloween series here!! It’s Sammy’s turn! Next part will be out on the 30th at midnight, it’s longggggggg hehehe. Pls ignore the typos and enjoy :)) vibes!

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, heavy petting, minors DNI

Word count: 4.2k

It was cold. That was the first thing you noticed as you stepped out of Poppy’s car. The air was thicker with the fog machines going off everywhere, some Rob Zombie song was playing quite loudly in the background, and laser lights were everywhere. But you were cold and slightly irritated. Poppy had dragged you here to this haunted house with her tonight so she could be with her boyfriend, Josh. You liked Josh, you really did- but being around Josh meant being around all of them too. They were just simply too extroverted for your liking. In group settings you felt strange and out of place. They were always so on, something that Poppy had adapted to well. You, not so much. You and Poppy had been best friends for years, and when she met Josh all those months ago you were truly happy for her. Finally, a decent guy. She absolutely deserved it, she deserved the world, and Josh could give that to her. She wanted you to go everywhere with them, which stuck out to you as odd at first. You didn’t want to third wheel. However, once you finally got the hang of things you realized that Josh didn’t go anywhere hardly without his brothers. Alas, you were all giant third wheels that would eventually turn into a group dynamic. In these group hangout sessions you kept to yourself mostly, you had guessed you were shy. There had been plenty of times you had shown another side to you, but that always involved alcohol. Perhaps you felt so strange because you always felt two eyes that found you. You weren’t sure if you were being dramatic or imagining it, but Sam Kiszka always stared at you. You positively could not figure out why. He never even spoke to you, unless you were both inebriated- then you two carried on like you had known each other for years. However, there was this one night. You were both drinking and he kissed you. Without rhyme or reason. You wondered if you hallucinated it. He never spoke of it and you never told anyone. Despite his online persona, Sam was relatively quiet too. Often observing before talking unless it had to do with their music. He was probably the reason you felt so uptight tonight, but you didn’t know how to tell Poppy that. It would sound strange and delusional.

Now you fumbled with your fingers as Poppy scanned the crowd for Josh and company. You glanced down at your Doc’s, you should have worn thicker socks. You could feel a blister begging to begin. You stopped and bent down, tucking your light wash jeans into the spot where your boot was rubbing you. It felt better, but now you had to speed walk to catch up with Poppy. You followed her bright salmon colored vest through the crowd and the mass of blonde curls. She was always so bright and cheery in contrast to your black bodysuit that you stupidly didn’t wear a jacket with. At least there were heaters in the line portion.

“Josh!” You heard Poppy let out a squeal as she ran and embraced him. It had only been a week since she last saw him, but it looked like a reunification from war.

Then you saw the whole gang. Jake in his typical array of silver necklaces, Danny with his perfect curls, Josh in all white like a cult leader, and Sam with his hands in his pockets, his eyes had already found you.

A spark and a scream had jostled you away from your thoughts. You jumped as a clown in sliding knee pads continued to harass you.

“Fuck.” You muttered as the clown got right up in your face. “Okay, thanks for that.”

Fucking clowns.

Your face got slightly red as everyone had seen that interaction.

“He almost got ya didn’t he!” Danny yelled as you approached the group.

You let out a half laugh. “Yeah, he did.”

“Isn’t this place marvelous? Look at that giant spider! Just spectacular effects. Shall we get in line? We have everyone’s tickets.” Josh says, turning his head in awe.

“Lead the way babe!” Poppy says, taking his hand.

They lead the pact as you try and squeeze to be near Poppy, but a conversation from Jake doesn’t allow that.

“New boots?” He asks, as he matches your stride.

“They are- and I am stupid enough to try and break them in here.” You reply with a laugh.

“Ah that shit is rough. That’s why I wear my shoes until they are quite literally bursting at the seams. I hate breaking in shoes.”

“Yeah I have a feeling you will be investing in blister patches.” Danny says, jumping into the conversation.

“Thankfully I already have some.” You say, as you all get into line. It was Josh and Poppy, Danny, Jake, you, then Sam. You had hoped that Poppy would have pulled you up there with her, but she was too engulfed with Josh to pay attention. You were on your own.

“So, how was the festival?” You ask, generally to make small talk.

“It was great. There were so many people there it was a little overwhelming honestly.” Danny said, throwing his hand through his hair.

“Yeah way more than we anticipated. It ended up being electrifying, but at the beginning we were shitting bricks. Sam even took a little tumble on stage.” Jake said with a smirk as he looked at his younger brother.

Sam huffed. “Never going to let that one go- are you?”

“No.” Jake replied with a laugh. “But yeah, overall really good. Great weather, astounding atmosphere, plenty of drinks. Speaking of..” he trailed off and reached over to get his twin’s attention. “Shooters?”

Josh’s smile grew wide. “Absolutely dear brother. Alas, Daniel and I are DD-ing so only one for us.”

Josh passed around the shots, sending them down the line. Jake handed you two and raised his brow, silently asking if you were doing one.

“Fuck it.” You said with a nod.

You turned around to give one to Sam. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” He said, taking the small bottle from your hand. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” You replied back with a small smile.

Then you all tried to secretly ingest your shot, but doing anything with them secretly was a challenge. You had gotten strange looks from everyone else in line. You never knew if it was because they were famous or slightly obnoxious when drunk. Oh well.

As the line grew shorter you began to feel anxious. You loved going to haunted houses, but typically you held onto Poppy. Now you were going to have to fight your way up there to her. Inevitably, everyone took another shot minus Josh and Danny. You could see the front now, you had retreated back to quietness as Jake and Danny carried on a conversation about some new project they were working on. Leaving you and Sam to stand in silence. You decided to try and break the ice.

“Have you been to this place before?” You turn to him and ask.

He seems off in his own world until he realizes you’re actually speaking to him. “No I haven’t. Last year we were touring around this time. Didn’t have a lot of free time for festivities and all. Have you been here?”

You shake your head. “Nope. It looks cool though. I just hope there aren't a lot of strobe lights, they make me dizzy.”

He cracked a smile. “You would hate our shows then.”

“Oh shit!” You heard Poppy giggle out.

You shot your head towards her and Josh who were giggling at one another.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“It’s two at a time!” Poppy yells back to you. “They won’t let more than two go in together!”

Jake immediately links arms with Danny. “Dibs on Daniel!”

You feel your stomach drop. That means it’s you and Sam, by yourselves. Fuck.

You slowly inch yourselves closer and closer to the front. Until before you know it Poppy and Josh go in, her arms nervously linked with his. You hear her scream immediately when they shut the doors. Jake and Danny move up to the front and Jake gives you a salute.

“See ya on the other side.” Then they go in.

Finally, it’s just you and Sam standing there awkwardly under the red neon blinking signs.

“Hello madam! Are you ready to experience the horrors behind this door?” A tall man in a twisted up clown mask asks you as he leans down close to your face. “Mhmmmm she is pretty. They’ll like her back there a whole lot. Better hope your boyfriend holds onto you real tight!”

You glance over at Sam who is looking at the clown man entirely unamused.

Fucking clowns.

“Tough crowd tonight. Let’s see how long it takes one of you to scream.” The clown yells, opening the doors of the haunted house.

It’s smoky and pitch black inside. You glance over at Sam who gives you a shrug before heading inside. You two take a few steps in before the door shuts behind you. Immediately your senses are assaulted with loud sirens as three masked figures pop out of the shadows. Pure reflexes kick in and you grab onto Sam’s arm. You thought this might annoy him, but there was no way you could go through this without holding onto someone. If he did mind, he didn’t show it. He continued to lead the way through the darkness. You made it to the first room, a ghastly kitchen seen with blood and guts splattered. Sam laughed a little at the pig chef that jumped out from behind the door. You swore you could hear Poppy scream from what sounded like a few feet away. Sam continued to lead you through rooms full of animatronics, loud noises, screaming actors, and plenty of props. You were a little frightened, but it was a fun haunted house. You were having a good time until you entered a room where immediately you see a strobe light going off. You closed your eyes trying to brace yourself from the flashing lights. Then something strange happened. You feel Sam grab you and squeeze slightly with his free hand. He guides you out of the room rather quickly, but not before a masked bloody bunny jumps out and screams at you.

As you enter the next room you can faintly hear Jake’s voice. You must have caught up with everyone.

“You okay?” Sam leans down and whispers in your ear.

His breath on your neck raises goosebumps, but you can’t fully understand why.

You look up at him and nod, unable to figure out what to say.

“Ah there they are!” You hear Poppy’s voice ring from up ahead.

Just ahead in the distance you can see everyone else halting to wait on you. It’s still dark, only illuminated by red lights. You can see Jake, he raises his eyebrows at Sam and shoots a smirk as you two approach. Danny does something similar.

“Thank God, Sam has her. Okay now that we are all together again, are we ready?” Poppy says looking back.

“Onward!” Jake yells in a moderate British accent.

Even though you’re in your group again, you still clutch Sam’s arm.

It seems as if you all have made it to the last leg of the haunted house. In a group setting, everything seemed less intimidating. Jake and Danny couldn’t take a single aspect of it seriously, that made you giggle. Poppy still shrieked and laughed with Josh at every turn. She was so happy with him. You loved that for her. You had made it to a tunnel where it was insanely dark. You could only hear your friends in front of you. But you also heard masked figures screaming and growling.

“The door is shut! What the fuck!” Poppy yelled out, attempting to lead the group out.

“Welcome to hell.” Jake laughed.

You stood around but could feel someone standing directly behind you. You still couldn’t see. Then, you felt someone grab your shoulder and pull you. You yelped as they jerked you back away from Sam in the pitch black.

“Hey what the fuck! Let me go!” You yelled trying to find your way back. Once you had been dragged to the back a split second later, a switch flipped and neon lights lit up the room to reveal a carnival tunnel. A masked bloody clown had pulled you back around two feet away from everyone else. As soon as your eyes adjusted to the light, you saw Sam making a beeline for you. He looked, angry?

“The fuck is your problem?” He spat, still barreling towards you.

Is he yelling at you?

You stood confused for a second until he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling you back to him.

“Don’t fucking touch her. You don’t just grab and pull people.” Sam said to the masked clown, taking you back to the group.

The clown just started laughing and shrugging.

Fucking clowns.

“Oop. Sammy’s pissed!” Josh says with a laugh.

Then the door opens and you’re all herded outside into a tiny maze. Sammy still had a hold of your hand. It made you… nervous. You could feel your hand getting clammy, but you tried to ignore it. Through the maze you were met with more actors, props, and loud noises. Finally, you knew you had made it to the end when Leatherface began to chase you out with a chainsaw. Everyone roared with laughter when you all had cleared the weapon wielding maniac.

“I’ve got to say. That was pretty damn fun.” Josh said, clapping his hands and laughing.

“It was! We should go to the bonfire over there!” Poppy exclaims, matching Josh’s energy.

“That’s a yes, because they have spiked cider.” Jake replies.

“It was fun, but what in the hell happened in the tunnel?” Danny asks, perplexed looking towards you and Sam.

You hadn’t realized, but you were still holding hands. Immediately you let go and wiped your hand on your jeans, trying to play it cool.

“I don’t know. That fucking clown literally yanked me back and dragged me by my shoulders.” You said, through a laugh.

“I thought they weren't supposed to touch you?” Poppy said, puzzled.

“They aren’t.” Sam said, finally speaking. “What in the hell goes through someone’s head to yank another human like that? He pulled her so hard. It was ridiculous.”

Josh chewed on his cheek trying to hide a smile while Jake snickered at the ground.

What was so funny?

“Yeah, that's a bit much. Glad you were there Sam.” Danny says, with a shit eating grin.

Sam rolled his eyes and you stood there unsure of what to say.

**

The bonfire was interesting. There weren’t horror characters there, just a lot of people drinking. There were hay bales by the fire, which is where you and Poppy sat while the boys went off to get drinks and snacks.

“So… how was going through with Sam?” Poppy asked you, innocuously.

You shrugged at her. “I felt bad that I grabbed onto him. I’m sure he felt strange, but there was no way I was going through by myself.”

Poppy let out a laugh. “I don’t think he minded too much.”

Before you can ask her what she means Josh appears with a drink for Poppy and a bag of popcorn.

“Sam has yours.” Josh says to you with a smile.

You turn your head and see Sam carrying two drinks and a bag of popcorn. He sits on the hay bale next to Poppy. You get up, letting Josh have your spot and sit next to Sam.

“Thank you.” You say, taking the cup from Sam.

“You’re welcome.” He starts. “You can have some popcorn too, I won’t eat the whole bag.”

“Okay, thanks.” You say, reaching in to grab some.

You two sit in silence for a moment while you watch Jake and Danny find their seats on the hay bale next to you.

“This is so good.” You say, sipping the cold spiked cider.

“Yeah. You can tell it’s fresh. None of that artificial shit.” Sam offers in response.

“Sorry I grabbed onto you like that in there. I love haunted houses, they just make me anxious sometimes.” You say, trying not to sound weird.

Sam lets out a small laugh. “It’s okay. I’m the same way. I’m glad you were my partner. It would have been embarrassing to hold onto Daniel and too obnoxious to go in with Jake.”

You laugh at that and sip your cider. You were having a fun time. Maybe you had been too judgmental about doing things with them, letting your own anxieties get in the way. You enjoyed being around Sam, he just made you feel nervous. You couldn’t figure out why, he had always been nothing but nice to you.

Conversations began to flow and so did more drinks. You all had polished off the shooters and Josh and Poppy got cozy together. Inevitably, you had started to feel the alcohol and came out of your shell, having a lively conversation with Jake and Danny about Taco Bell.

“Baja blasts are so gross! It tastes like cotton candy acid!” You say giggling.

“Blasphemy! Usually I love it when you drink, because you’re fun. But tonight you speak nothing but blasphemy!” Jake practically yells.

“Okay okay. Sorry to kill these vibes but I think Pops and I are going to head out. Danny, would you mind driving y/n home?”

“Yeah of course.” Danny responds, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Your stomach sinks. You had very seldom been alone with them without Poppy as a buffer. You hoped you weren’t a burden.

“Call me tomorrow!” Poppy states, giving you a small hug before running off with Josh.

“Have fun you crazy kids!” Jake yells at them.

You all watch them walk off. Then Jake nudges Danny and smirks at Sam. “We’re going to grab some more drinks.”

Then, it’s just you and Sam again.

“They’re going to be so sick in the morning.” Sam says with a small smile.

“Yeah I can imagine. You guys can drink like tanks.”

Sam laughs. “Thank you?”

“Just being honest. Speaking of, sorry you’re pawned off on me again. If you want to go grab drinks with them you’re more than welcome to.”

Sam frowns at you. “Pawned off on you? Is that really what you think?”

You furrow your brows at him. “Yeah I mean you had to go through with me in the haunted house and now you’re stuck entertaining me at the bonfire.”

Sam sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Fuck okay here we go. Do you not think that it has all been done intentionally? You really haven’t picked up on the way these assholes smirk and smile and scoff at us- well more specifically me?”

You’re taken aback at his words.

“I like you. There it is. Okay? I have a stupid little crush on you, I always have. Do you not remember when I kissed you? You never said anything about it, so I tried to ignore what I felt. But fuck it I can’t. I like you, and obviously I have done a piss poor job of showing it if you think I’m some sort of babysitter for you.”

You sit there absolutely stunned. No idea what to say. Maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through your veins, or the adrenaline at the admission. But you leaned over, and you kissed him. Right on that hay bale by that bonfire. He kissed you back immediately, shocked initially. His hand cupped your face and your whole body flooded with warmth. You disconnected your lips and Sam’s face was dusted with pink.

“Well… fuck me. I guess I should have said that a long time ago if I knew I would have gotten that.”

You giggled at him. “I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me. This is unprecedented to say the least. I kind of thought you hated me.”

He scoffed at you. “Hated you? No, I have pined over you for months. I was just unsure how to even navigate that. You make me nervous.”

You make him nervous? What the hell was going on?

“You make me nervous!” You admit with a laugh.

“Well here’s to being nervous together I guess? Wanna go grab another drink?” He asks, getting up and reaching for your hand.

“Sure.” You respond with a smile extending your hand to take his.

He leads you to the drink stand and orders two more. You sip on them and giggle at one another.

“I could use a smoke. You down?” He asks.

You glance around. “We will have to go somewhere secretive. No one else is smoking.”

He smirks at you. “Go somewhere secretive? With you? Absolutely.”

You bite your lip at his playfulness as he takes your hand and leads you behind a shed. It’s darker over here, he’s only illuminated by a blue light. He fumbles with his pockets before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He shakes then vigorously against his hand before selecting one. He puts it between his teeth and flicks the lighter. You can’t help but think how attractive he looks at this moment. He takes a drag and exhales, his eyes flicking towards yours. Then he hands you the cigarette. You take it between two fingers and bring it to your lips, taking a puff. He looks at you the same way.

“What?” You ask with a small smile.

“You’re so fucking hot. You know that? It’s been so hard for me to keep my hands to myself everytime we have drank together. I damn sure didn’t keep my thoughts to myself. I just can’t believe this is finally happening. I didn’t think I would ever have the guts to tell you.” He says, running his fingers through his hair.

You take one more drag and hand it back to him. “Yeah? Good things come to those who wait.”

He leans in, dangerously close to you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “They do.” He coos.

His eyes are bouncing between your eyes and lips. His hand is impossible hot and you can hear your heart thumping in your chest. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip before slowly leaning in. You kiss him back, feverishly this time. Not wanting to come up for air. This time a different sensation takes you over, not a warmth but a fire. His hand finds your waist and he squeezes you lightly, causing an unintentionally moan to leave your lips. “Fuck.” He growls in your ear as he attacks your neck with kisses. You can feel him pressed against you and you want nothing more than to take him into this shed. You pull him closer to you, practically as close as you can get and run your hand through the back of his hair, lightly tugging. He returns back to your lips, devouring every kiss. You run your hand over his waistband as he shutters into you. You’re entirely unsure how you two are going to progress this situation. However, the universe had different plans.

“Sam! Where the fuck are yo-“

Jake. Danny. Caught.

Your eyes get as big as saucers as you see them standing there with their flashlights on their phones pointed directly at you two.

“Oh goddamnit really?” Sam asks, trying to cover his pants.

“No FUCKING way!” Jake yells out. “You finally did it Sammy boy!”

“Woooo about time!” Danny yells, as he cackles and bumps shoulders with Jake.

“Would you please fuck off?” Sam seethes.

They both throw their hands up in response. “Leaving in ten with or without you!”

Sam returns his attention back to you, clearly flustered. “I’m sorry. They’re fucking brain dead.”

You clear your throat. “Uh, yeah. This will be fun to explain.”

“What are we going to explain?” Sam asks, testing the waters.

You wrinkle your nose. “I don’t know… What exactly is this?”

Sam laughs. “What do you want it to be?”

You bite your lip. “I’m not sure, but I like kissing you.”

He smiles. “I like kissing you too. Tell you what, how about I take you on a proper date. We can go from there.”

“Hmmm. I guess I could be open to that.” You say, batting your eyes.

He laughs and shakes his head. “You’re going to drive me crazy. You know that.”

“Is that a challenge?”

He leans down and kisses your head. “Let’s get out of here.”

He takes your hand and leads you back towards the cars, passing the haunted house.

“This drive back is going to be brutal. They’re not going to shut the fuck up.” Sam says, sighing.

“If my intuition is correct, Josh will be at mine and Poppy’s house. They will come in and our secret is up.” You add.

“Maybe we should just get an Airbnb for like a month. Away from them.” He jokes.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” You find his eyes and smile.

As you’re exiting towards the parking lot a familiar face jumps out in front of you and screams. You recognize him as the clown that sent you into the haunted house at the beginning of the night.

“Well well! Looks like loverboy finally figured out how to hold on to his girlfriend!

Fucking clowns.

Sam smirks at him. “I did and I’m never letting her go.”

**