#Doc Halloran x reader

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December Masterlist.

December 1st. Red Lace. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 4th. Fireplace Sex. Mayor Buckman. NSFW.

December 5th. Mistletoe. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 8th. Threesome. Poly!Chiffany. NSFW.

December 10th. Mirror Sex. Bo Sinclair. NSFW.

December 11th. Candy Cane. Poly!Ghostface. NSFW.

December 14th. Blindfold. NN! Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 16th. 69. Sam Wescott. NSFW.

December 17th. Choking. Vincent Sinclair. NSFW.

December 18th. Public Sex. Doc Halloran. NSFW.

December 19th. Ice And Handcuffs. Herbert West. NSFW.

December 20th. Role Reversal. Billy Loomis. NSFW.

December 24th. Santa And Spanking. Freddy Krueger. NSFW.

December 26th. Sugar And Knife play. Buddy Swanson. NSFW.

December 28th. Red Lipstick. Lester Sinclair. NSFW.

December 30th. Begging. Leslie Vernon. NSFW.

December 31st. New Year's Sex. Stu Macher. NSFW.

[imaginewarehouse]

Doc Halloran x Reader || Oneshot

*Note: I've never written for Halloran before and I haven't seen the movie in a while so... I hope you enjoy this anyway? Sorry!!

Plot: Halloran believes that you are one of Leslie’s next targets so he insists that you stay under house arrest where he can protect you- but you definitely are not a homebody, and this is going to be harder than he thought. Not to keep you alive - though, he does have some questions as to how you’ve kept yourself alive all these years with the way you act, -, but just to keep you to behave yourself.

Warnings: Reader for sure has some daddy issues 😅😅 Also unedited so far.

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“Oh that sounds like so much fun!! Oh- send me pictures, okay?? I wish I could be there!!” God, you really did. You would give anything to be out of the house right now, with your friends at the beach- but no, you think, squeezing some of your favourite scented moisturiser into your palm and balancing your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you begin to finish your legs. “No, Bailey, I’m not doing anything… just home… “  

Bailey asks why?? completely shocked to hear that you - an absolute party animal, - are staying home all day on a Saturday. “Uh-… “What do you say? A man approached you at work and said someone’s going to try and kill you so you need to stay at home? Sure, you’ve listened to men try dumber lines with you before so she’ll understand how you took the bait, but- how do you explain that you really, really believe him?? That you’ve seen the guy in the turtle mask, before?? Instead of trying, you just shrug. “I’m just tired!~ Felt like a lazy day.”

Okayyyy, your friend sighs. You aren’t sure if she totally believes you, but as long as she doesn’t argue- you’re golden. Well I’ll tag you on Instagram, and pin the location so you can come by if you change your mind.

“Thank youu, you’re the best- Ah!” Suddenly, seemingly all at once, the bathroom door flies open and Halloran yanks the phone away from you. Your jaw drops, unable to do anything with your hands still slippery from the cream as he holds it up to his ear.

“Sorry, Bailey, but Y/N is unable to talk right now. Please don’t call again, today. Thank you.” He says into the receiver, then hangs up and shuts the phone down completely; Pocketing it. You sit there and flush, guiltily looking away from the stern expression on his face like it physically hurts to look at it.

When he doesn’t move, you’re forced to indeed peak at him- at which point, you flash a nervous smile. “… Oops? Ha… I… Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I’m keeping this for the duration of your house arrest.” Is all that he says, referring to your phone, making you drop your jaw and try to follow him as he leaves the room again.

“Hey! I- Oh, no.” Your feet are still slippery, too, so you sit back down immediately so as to not trip- and give a heavy huph. “Well, then. He’s a fun guy, isn’t he?... hm… “You pout, to yourself.

~

You quickly finished up moisturising your legs after that and tried doing a mask for 20 minutes, just to kill time- but you got bored quick, and threw it out. Not bothering to get dressed, because it’s your own apartment and besides, the doctor isn’t totally bad looking, you get up and leave the bathroom finally; Tightening the comfy, pretty robe you got at the cutest market, a couple months back.

Ahhh, you would love to be there again. You didn’t get to see all of the stalls, after the one with the cute soaps and the cuter attendant. In fact, after that, you didn’t seem much of that market apart from his car.

But- you would totally explore it properly, now! Given the chance! You haven’t spent this much time at home since you got your first bus ticket. It’s so boring, here. And you depleted your wine rack last night.

Wandering into the livingroom, you see Halloran on the couch and hold your hands behind your back, hovering behind him. “So... can I order food, or something?”

“No.”

“Well what if I got you some, too? My treat. How do you feel about chicken?”

“Absolutely not. And I saw chicken in your freezer, just cook it.” Well, that’s that, then. You’ll starve.

Hmph… you flop on the couch, throwing your legs over Doc Halloran’s lap - though, you’re careful not to knock the laptop that you’re sharing the surface with, - and flashing him a big, sweet grin. Suppose he’ll have to entertain you, then. You’re being here is his fault in the first, place! Its only fair that he would make up for it with some of that dashing wit you know is in there, somewhere. Somewhere deep, considering the very serious way he has conducted himself so far.

“… is there something you want, Y/N?” He raises a brow, and you excitedly straighten up in your sitting.

“I’m just bored. Talk to me!~ What do you like to do?” That’s the first rule to making friends- show interest in them! Listen to them! Surely this stick-in-the-mud- uh… grump, won’t be any different-

“The quiet is always pleasant,” He just tells you, returning to his laptop- ignoring your legs entirely. Which is totally not on- you spend a lot of time shaving, waxing and moisturising those! They deserve more then that!

“Alright- how about you tell me more about Leslie then? Who is this guy- and is he cute?”

This gets a reaction out of Halloran, rattles him- making him turn slowly back to you with the most wuthering stare you’ve ever seen. Like a cowboy, you think, grinning teasingly. You always had a thing for the cowboys… the ones that don’t spit on the ground, at least. “Leslie, is a dangerous man with delusions of becoming a ‘Slasher’.” He rolls his eyes. “Like, the- one with the ski mask, and the… “Here, he makes a wiggly gesture with his hand, before shaking his head. “The finger knives. You probably shouldn’t be referring to him as ‘cute’.”

“So he isn’t, is what you’re saying?”

… he doesn’t take the bait. He’s a smart guy. Instead, he just nods and turns back to the screen in front of him. But with the laptops light shining on his face, you can see just the tiniest glimmer of a smile at your antics. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying to you.”

“Hm… “

Your allow silence for a few moments, trying to peer at whatever he’s typing, before suddenly there’s a knock at the door that absolutely jolts you, from surprise. A hand flies to your chest, feeling your heart hammer away inside. Oh my god. “Who is that??” You hiss, still recovering from your small stroke.

“You’re telling me you’re not expecting anyone? You didn’t order food?- “

“You told me I couldn’t!” You pout. Does he really think that badly of you? Goodness, you’ve only known eachother for a couple of days and the man thinks the same of you as all your teachers growing up.

“You didn’t invite any of your… little friends?”

Little friends? How old does he think you are?? How old is HE??? “No, Daddy, you told me not to… “ You set him with an evil, teasing grin, and he rolls his eyes.

“Alright.” Swift as the coursing river - you love that song, - Halloran moves his laptop to the coffee table and disentangles himself from your legs, and makes it to the door without making much sound at all- the long coat that he refused to take off despite the heating in this building being perfectly fine swooshing behind him. You get on your knees and move to the edge of the couch, where he was sitting before, so you can see if anything happens.

If it’s the guy in the turtle mask. The not-cute guy. The one that apparently wants to kill you, for some reason. Leslie.

“… is it him?”

“… No.” Halloran responds with certainty after a moment of peering out the mail slot, flipping the lid open only the tiniest slither so he can see.

“Hm, what do they look like?”

“… male, light brown hair, approximately 6’5, wearing a shirt that says… something I’m not about to repeat out loud- “

“Oh, that’s Tyler.” The antipathy in your voice is fully palpable- so much so that Halloran straightens up and looks at you, surprised at the less then pleased expression on your face as you turn and sit down properly, finally, one leg crossed over your knee; Arms crossed over your chest. “Ex-boyfriend. Shoot him if you must.”

Halloran looks at you again, and you’re sure he’s wondering how you knew about the gun he’s got with him, but really?? He’s underestimating you. At this point in your life you’ve figured out how to tell between the feel of a gun and a penis and this man has been painfully professional the entire time he’s been here. Not one erection.

… Unlike Tyler. Too many erections, there. Erections for you, for the girl down the street, for his best friend Craig-

“… I don’t think that’ll be entirely necessary, in this instance. Would you just come up here and ask him to leave, Y/N?”

Shaking your head, you get up from the couch and approach him, finger in front of your lips. “Just stay quiet, he’ll leave on his own.”

Tyler gives few more knocks on the door, too hard and too fast, exactly how you begged him not to do a million times after you installed the bell. “He can see that the light is on under the crack.” Halloran’s hand goes toward the doorhandle, but you catch his sleeve before he can reach it.

“He’s not that bright. Just give him a minute… “While you listen out for Tyler to leave, you ‘let’ your hand wander from the doctors sleeve down his coat… to the pocket. He doesn’t seem to notice as you slip your phone out and into your robe pocket.

When Tyler’s heavy footsteps recede back down the hall and down the stairs away from your apartment, you give a smile- stepping away from Halloran. “See? There.” You waive at the door like its offering you a snack you don’t particularly like. “He probably didn’t even notice the light~ Wouldn’t’a thought to look!”

He nods, disconnecting off from you entirely and returning to the couch and his laptop. You feel victorious, feeling the weight of your phone - your beloved phone, your only link to the world! - heavy in your pocket. “Wonderful. Now I’ll get back to my work and you… “

“I’ll get out of your hair.” You wink and grin, heading for your bedroom.

“You’re not bored, anymore?”

Hehe- “Nope!”

~

Half an hour later you’ve made-up your face, squeezed into one of the tightest dresses you own and thrown your favourite shoes out onto the level outside your window. You just have to climb out, silently close the window again, then escape down the stairs, hail a taxi and you’re off to the beach!! You might even be able to get back before the Doc notices!

To hell with Leslie. Screw him. If you die, you’re going to die doing something that make you feel alive.

You’re out the window and putting on your shoes, when Halloran clears his throat.

You stop, immediately, and slowly turn to see him standing in your bedroom doorway; Arms crossed like a stern dad.

… oh no. Your weakness. Especially when they’re not related to you, and hot-

“Uhhh… “… How can you swing this so you don’t get in trouble?? “I dropped… my shoes out there? And… I was just getting them?? And- I like them, so I was just, uh… putting them on to come back inside, with-”

“Nice try, come inside.” Thank god he stopped you. Your babbling abilities are infinite, like Lorelai Gilmore’s, but definitely really not as good.

Huph. With the shoes on, heels dangerously high, you step carefully back into the room- but not carefully enough, it seems, as your left heel wobbles and you topple and fall the rest of the way inside.

Not face first to the ground, though, thankfully as Halloran manages to get to you and catch you in time- your face ending up buried in his shoulder instead, before he helps you to slowly stand up properly again. You’re closer together now then at the front door when Tyler was here, closer together then when you had your legs in his lap.

In the name of stability, or at least that’s all he needs to know, you hold his shoulders. His hands are still on your waist and you can’t help feeling that something is happening. Maybe its just in your head, maybe it is - because you’re bored, and attracted to him, -, but… the way that he’s looking at you, and he’s not immediately slipping off and away, just definitely feels… like something…

“Thanks!,” You give a smile. “I… um… “Are you flustered? Yes. Which is funny, because usually you’re the one flustering others. Oh- “Do you like my dress?”

He rolls his eyes, and you wander how in the world he can do that so close to you when you’re wearing your nicest perfume. But still, he says, “Yes, its lovely.”, and you take that as a sign, looking down and smiling to yourself at his words.

Without even needing to take in a deep breath, you step forward in order to press your bodies together, looking up at him again. Then, you take a deep breath. Because the words are the hardest part. “Do you think I’m pretty in it? Hm?”

“… I do. But- “

You hold up a finger- like hold on buddy, before you start with whatever its gonna be that you think will stop me here - your age, your ‘duty’, whatever, -, let me say one thing. “You do, huh?… so… well… “… you don’t actually have anything to say. Whoops. “- Uh, okay, you go first actual- “

Before you even manage to finish the ‘y’ in ‘actually’, Doc Halloran’s mouth is on yours suddenly. Immediately a moan slips out of you as he guides you back against the wall just by the window. You tilt your head to the side to make it more comfortable for him and then part your lips, making a squeak when he immediately rolls his tongue against yours.

While his eyes are closed, making out with you, you do the douche thing just this once- the End of The Breakfast Club thing- the Bender air punch.

Because fuck-yes.

[slashingdisneypasta]

... Tangled AU with Leslie Vernon as Eugene, Y/N as Rapunzel and Doc Halloran as Maximus XD

[applesontheground]

holy grail 🍎

ta-da, here is the sequel to my doc halloran drabble from awhile back. i had meant to share it all as one big piece, but timing cut my inspiration short with the first installment. hope you guys enjoy, and let's hope this kickstarts a wave of new inspiration and more posting.

SFW | Word Count: 1,513 | Doc Halloran x GN Reader contains mentor/mentee relationship, weird tension at the stakeout, mild reader injury, leslie vernon guest star appearance 🎼: x ⬅ continued from white whale

“How did you find him?”

You were lost on how to answer because you didn’t even know how it had been managed. Still, you hummed, “I just went to the place where the story was. Again, I’m after the photos, not the guy. My information is all hearsay.”

He didn’t seem interested in that in the face of a stakeout; more so he just wanted to kill the silence, give himself a foot in the door to talk about why he found the guy. “He goes by many names. You know him as…” He trailed off, and before he could give you a cue with another look you finished, “Leslie Vernon.”

“Vernon, that’s right. That fits him perfectly.” He noted, giving another cautious glance out the windshield. Nothing needed to be added, so you merely followed his gaze. You didn’t necessarily feel unsafe being in a car with this man, but you wished there could be a few more open-air meetings before doing it. The square-shaped cabin was putting you practically right beside him, merely following where his eyes went with your own, trying to be unseen in a small space where there were only two people to be observed. At least, so far; he was anticipating this enigma you only knew as Vernon to practically jump out of nowhere, something out of a horror novel, and despite his fanfare you were waning in belief.

“What do you go to school for?” he then asked, pulling you from the window. You replied with the same short breath, “Media studies.” You pointed with a turn of your head to the tripod in the backseat, “Videography in specific, if you couldn’t tell.” He nodded briskly and commented, “You have an eye for good areas to get your footage, that much is true.”

After a halfhearted falter at the comment, you then scrambled for the camera sitting in the back seat. “Seriously, if you want the shots, I got some of him emptying some sort of trap…” He almost jumped as you lunged for the camera sitting with the rest of the equipment in the back seat, a luxury he had offered up when he invited you. You speculated aloud, powering on the device and flipping through the camera roll, ignoring the tense crick in his jaw, “I thought it was just for some animals, but it’s…that’s a human hand, isn’t it?”

He leaned over, coat brushing up against your shoulder and neck craned so you were nearly grazing a scratchy cheekbone as you pointed at the tiny LCD screen. He bit back a cringe, adjusting slightly in his seat to stare for a moment longer. Suddenly, he sat back again, and gave only a half impressed sigh.

“I’m not after footage, I need the man.”

You furrowed your brow, too confused by intention to reply. It made the box you were in stuffier, so you opted to stare out the window again and bar the collapsed tripod on your lap. This was dawning on you to be the opposite of what you were set out to find, and you didn’t care if you were technically being a help to him despite that.

You wouldn’t go near the guy if you saw him, apparition or flesh and bone person.

A speeding car down another street caught his attention, pulling his rigid eyes elsewhere, and you kept your own ahead. It wasn’t a night for people to be out, rather brisk in the air with your own breath fogging the windows as you turned to look out the side of the cabin. With your backs nearly touching, you then found yourself face to face with a figure in the tree line beside the road, hollow eyes of a blank face watching your movement all the same. Something straight out of the frames you had shot last night.

Choking, you jumped a bit on your haunches from where you had been sitting in the car, adjusting almost uncomfortably for the space that a car cabin allowed. You hissed the first word on your mind when your throat opened just enough, the last on your tongue that meant anything.

“Vernon-!”

Your partner turned just as there was commotion from where you had spotted the figure, a rush of tree limbs and he was gone again. You stared helplessly as you then grabbed tight to the door handle. “C-could’ve been…Could’ve been a weirdo, not our guy. I jumped the gun-“You quickly justified to both yourself and to him. His eyes snapped forward, and you merely followed in the short second of reprieve before seeing the man again.

“No.” He denied your peace of mind, making your stomach sink further, “That’s him, the dirty bastard.”

A rock descended from a sturdy tree branch that was hung slightly over the car, crushing the windshield in a flash of noise and light from a streetlamp now being able to make its way inside, touching your face along with a flurry of bright flashes. A scream in your throat rushed to your mouth, past your teeth in a rush of hot air. The rubber stops on the end of the tripods’ legs went smashing into the window on your other side, more a reflex than on purpose.

Flinging to the side, the car creaked open as you sputtered onto the pavement, looking at the figure still watching your movement. He tilted his head, a shudder of a heave all the warning you got before bolting towards you in an almost casual jog. You quickly reeled back, whooping out a warning that sounded close enough to “Hey, hey, man-“

His eyes, alive and utterly human even with the whirlwind of almost ghostly movement, boggled at you. His voice wasn’t any darker, almost gawking at you as he held his arms out, blocking any room around him to escape past him. Shuffling back and forth, you then heard the observation, also in a strange aura of casualty as his run had been.

“Look at this, the Doc got himself a gumshoe.”

Your eyes widened, somehow even bigger than before. No way, no fucking way. If there was more time, you’d be trying to explain yourself. Instead, the tripod went horizontal in your arms and pushed straight into his chest. Camera now slinging back and forth around your neck, you lost the bulky metal and started to run in the opposite direction instead.

No thought to it, no special attention towards whether he was following you or not. What would be special was an urban legend rushing after you. No one in class would believe you, a thought for a situation long down the road only faltered you for a split second before you hopped over a low fence, an awkward hurdle with one leg nearly getting caught on the way over and sending the entire getaway to the gravel you had stumbled out onto.

A gunshot finally made you flinch, your arm butting against your face and sending you off the road. You fell to the ground, the natural instinct to hide in the brush as you curled up tight into yourself.

Silence followed, and you felt the tender skin around your face where your arm had bumped into it, burning with heat from the fast moving alongside the red hot fear gripping your throat even now. Daring to lean back, you fell to your side, hissing a curse as you tried to inch back again. You only saw the older man, your cabin buddy staring down the road with a smoking gun in his hand and a glower on his face where Vernon had once stood.

“Where did he go?” Your jaw fell open in a dumb utterance of the question, a million thoughts trying to come through but only standing in the way as he locked eyes with you. He saw the mark on your face, and immediately answered you with another one.

“Did he hit you?”

“…No, no!” You gasped, “I-I hit myself, like-“ You quickly mimicked how you fell, knocking your jaw into your shoulder in a tender pantomime, and for some reason the look in his eye made you want to assure him. “He didn’t lay a hand on me, really.” He looked you over, almost regrettably as you achingly hinged your hip to stretch a forming knot, a festering bruise. Finally, he grit his teeth, staring down the desolate road that head back to rural area, the Vernon estate in specific.

“Come to see that, the footage will be something we can work with for now.” He declared, turning his heavy stare back to you as he kneeled down to pick up your tripod. “Let’s get ourselves away from here.”

You followed the direction of his lead, a hand under your shoulder as you walked out of the bushes and back towards the damaged car, his cellphone already buzzing with roadside assistance and him muttering about the cops next.

Still, you gave one more glance out into the side of the road, gripping the camera reunited with its mighty weapon.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Do-Over-December 18th. Public Sex. "Passionately And Publicly Indecent." Doc Halloran X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

This is the first Doc Halloran thing I ever wrote and coming back to it and cleaning it up was super fun honestly! I still stand by the ending! I hope you all enjoy the updated version. We go on with Kinky December.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.2K. (Old Length. 4.9K) Warnings. Making Out. Grinding. Thigh Riding. Dirty Talk. Gloves. Older Men. Possessiveness. A Little Jealousy. Vaginal Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Riding. Public Sex Obviously. Praise. Mild Dirty Talk. Reader’s First Time. Voyurism. 

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He hadn’t even meant to find you, but he was so grateful that he did. 

Doc Halloran has always felt bad that he didn’t do more on Leslie’s first ‘outing��, that he didn’t save more people and how close a call it was with Taylor, if she hadn’t made it then he didn’t think he could ever forgive himself. 

Thus far he was pretty spot on, he had predicted that Leslie was planning his next spree, and it seemed like that was going to happen soon, and so finding you was amazing. He had figured out that Leslie had hand-picked you to be his next survivor girl.

It was sheer luck, really. It truly ended up being a thing of the right place, right time. He saw how Leslie had looked at you when he was following him one afternoon, and it clicked. He thought long and hard about what to do. The work he did was important, but it was still a lot for just him, maybe if he told you it would help. He came to the conclusion there was only one thing he could do morally, for your protection of course, he approached you and told you of Leslie’s plans for you. 

You had heard of Leslie Vernon, of course, how could you not? But you never saw him obviously, and hearing that he had chosen you as his current fixation, well it was a little hard to believe at first. But Doc had spoken with such conviction and seemed to know much more about this situation that you came around. So you agreed to help him, mostly because it was the right thing to do, and your life was in danger and all of that.

Plus there was that other little thing too. 

You may have had a thing for him, or a thing for older guys in general but him in particular. How could you not, though? He was caring and concerned and knowledgeable and wanted to protect you, was invested in you. So you went along with it happily. 

You would meet up, and you’d learned a lot about the terminology, which you picked up quickly. Leslie was the slasher who was after you, the survivor or final girl and Doc, the Ahab, tried to stop him. Most of the talk up until now had been theoretical, but now it was time for more than that. 

Doc had told you that Leslie was going to get up to something tonight, some serious prep, it was supposed to be the first meeting with you, a large step that signalled how close the big night was and how quickly it was coming up. 

You had never met Leslie obviously and to say you were nervous was kind of an understatement. You inquired what Doc needed from you, and he said this meeting was important, ultimately he said his being there was important. He wanted both of you to be there first, he wanted to oversee what was going to happen, and the idea of having him right there made you much more comfortable. So the plan was made, you were worried about Leslie knowing about this, about you two meeting up and trying to get there earlier, but Doc reassured you, he said he knew him and his patterns well and that it would be fine. 

He picked you up and the two of you ended up near where the meeting spot would be. Parallel parked on a road near downtown, a side street you knew intimately. Typically, on a night like tonight you did a part-time shift at this bookstore and Doc figured that Leslie would push the meeting when you walked home on this road after work was over. You made it work, so you were off tonight just for this. 

You are fidgeting nervously in your seat as you ask, “Are you sure it’ll be okay?”

Doc looks into the rearview mirror for a moment at you before he responds, “Of course. I’m here, I’ve dealt with him before. Besides, he is much more careful about moving around in public after what happened. People are aware of him now.”

It made sense. It did put you at ease a little. You shift in your seat again, unable to get comfortable, you were sure he could tell you were uneasy, and also, you were so close to him. 

You had developed feelings for him over the past few weeks, he was serious about this and making sure you were going to be okay, it was thankless work, but you appreciated what he was doing. Furthermore, you thought he had similar feelings. Could swear you caught him looking, his touch lingers a bit too long, you may have tested that at points, “accidentally” brushing yourself against him, showing a hint more skin than usual. 

It was a cooler fall night, and you were in a skirt that wasn’t exactly weather appropriate sitting well above knee height, higher still as you were seated in his car. 

You were in the backseat, behind the passenger's side, and he was still up front in the driver’s seat. He was looking out the windshield again, paying attention, looking around, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

You broke the silence, “I really appreciate what you are doing.”

You reached out. Your hand on his shoulder and he looked over to you. Something unreadable in his eyes, a pause, before he said quietly, “Thank you.”

It sounded very sincere. People must not say that to him much, it was almost like he didn’t know how to take what you said. You squeezed his shoulder once and looked away as you asked, “Can you sit back here with me?”

He thought for only a moment before doing so, getting into the back seat with you without saying anything, he knew this was a scary thing, seeming to understand that you needed some comfort, to not feel alone. You felt bold. You took his hand and the leather glove on his hand felt warm and well-worn, eyes down on your joined hands as you said, “Thanks again.”

You looked up into his eyes and he seemed a little nervous himself, probably not anticipating your sudden contact from grabbing his hand. He was looking back at you as he muttered, “No problem.”

It was very fucking tense right now. 

You loved being this near to him, you wanted to be closer, you wanted more, hell you were close enough to smell his cologne. You thought of why you were here and what was to come and who knows how it would all work out, not necessarily tonight but soon, on that big night, who’s to say if you or he would make it out alive. That thought pushed you along, your hand that wasn’t holding his, reached out and gripped one of the lapels on his jacket, and you pulled him closer to you and kissed him.

To say he was shocked was a bit of an understatement. He certainly didn’t mean for that sound to slip out, but he quickly stifled it, his hand pulled away from yours and came to your face, he let himself go for a moment, kissing you back. 

You made it easy to get lost in this, and normally he was so busy, totally consumed with his work, that he hadn’t pursued anyone in a long time. I mean, his divorce was years ago, and he hadn’t even given much thought to trying dating or anything of the sort. He couldn’t lie to himself though, since you came around his mind had been turning to those thoughts more often with you, even if it wasn’t necessarily right. 

You could hardly believe you were really doing this, from this alone you felt your heart beating harder. Fuck, your mouth felt good on his, you slotted together in a way that felt right.

But he shouldn’t be doing this, he was supposed to be caring for and protecting you, Hell you two were on serious business tonight, he should put a stop to this. He pulled away, his hand on your cheek and your hand was on his wrist again, not wanting his touch to leave, and you were looking up at him, “Wh-why’d you stop?”

A quick pass of his tongue over his lips, he tried to make his gaze harder and steady his voice as he said, “We shouldn’t.”

You wanted to pout. You gripped his jacket and tugged a little, shifting in your seat, scooting closer to him. “Why not?”

He seemed like he wanted to, fuck, you were SURE he wanted to. He looked like he wanted to reach out and touch you and kiss you and so much more. 

The response left him quickly, “It isn’t right.”

Of course. Always so morally superior, but you didn’t care about any of that. How much older he was than you or the nature of your relationship, power imbalance or whatever, it wasn’t important to you. He was good to you and cared and was very fucking attractive. You had him right here, and again, who knows what could happen to you two? You had to convince him.

Not only that, but you have to fight off the urge to squirm as you implore, “Doc, please?”

An idea. You hoped it would work out. With your hand gripping his wrist, you pulled his hand, sliding it off your cheek. You pressed a kiss to his leather clad thumb before carefully running your tongue over it, you noticed that made his breath catch. You bit your lip before smiling indulgently, closer still, practically pressed to him and whispering that request again, “Please?”

His thumb traced over your bottom lip, and you swear you could see his resolve break in his eyes and he pulled you to him this time, mouth crashing into yours. You practically moaned into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed, and kissing him deeply in return. You were still worried you might scare him off, you needed so much more, you had thought of getting to do this so many times. Thought of him alone in your bed while fingers explored yourself and wondered how much better his hands would feel on you. You needed to seal the deal, make sure you really had him. 

His hands were both on you now, one on the back of your neck and the other had slipped down your back and was resting on your waist, and you were getting turned on so fucking fast. You pulled closer, your other hand fisted in his jacket now, straddling his thigh as you two made out, you couldn’t help yourself, you loved finally getting this chance. He seemed just as into it as you were.

You shifted your hips and held back a gasp.

Oh, that was good. You moved the same way again and yeah that was fantastic.

You couldn’t stop yourself. It felt too nice. Grinding on him, fuck it felt incredible. You wanted so much more, and you vocalized it, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket, and you asked, breathless- “Please? D-Doc I need more, can you…?"  -you couldn’t say it. 

Couldn’t finish the thought, but you didn’t need to. He knew what you needed, and he nodded, the gloved hand came up off your waist and while he was looking into your eyes he bit the end of the middle finger of his leather glove. Starting to pull it off, and that was a hot image, but you wanted something else, you quickly scrambled saying- “WAIT! I…I uh…”

He looked questioningly at you, pausing, taking off his glove as he said, "Yes?" 

You swallowed hard, looking away as you said so quietly, shit, were you really about to ask for this? You had to, you wanted it terribly, "Can…Can you uh…Leave them on?…”

You felt those leather clad fingers on your cheek slide down, gripping your chin he made you turn back to face him, looking him in the eyes again, there was something so hot about that look in his eyes as he said, “I can do that, my child.”

Okay, that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was to you. Maybe it was just the tone with which he said it, but you didn’t have any time to linger on that as his mouth was back on yours. 

You kissed him and his hand slipped down, the backs of his knuckles traced lightly down your neck and over your chest, and you shivered in his grip and his hand finally came to rest between your thighs. With how you were seated on his thigh, your already short skirt was hiked up so high, he could touch you so easily. His fingers brushed over you, and you let out a quiet gasp, he took his time, as much as you might have wanted him to rush there was no way that he would. Teasing passes of his fingers over your clothed cunt before focusing in on your clit, even through your panties, it was intense. 

Pressure increased slowly, between his fingers and his mouth you were burning all over, you pressed closer into his hand, rocking into his touch, craving even more. You were breathless as you two kissed, emboldened further your tongue ran over his bottom lip before pulling away, a particularly good pass of his fingers making you moan. 

“More?” He asked as he leaned in again, mouth on your neck, and you nodded furiously with a whine, “Ple-please!”

He gave you just what you needed, fingers hooked in the sodden fabric covering you and tugged it aside, he touched you again, the texture of the leather felt so damn good as two of his fingers ran through your folds. You were wrecked already, and he hadn’t even done that much. He rubbed circles over your clit as his mouth nipped at your neck, and you tugged on the lapels of his jacket, it was almost too much to handle. 

He made a promise to you then in the growing heat of his car, words passed from him to you in the dark, “I’m going to take such good care of you.”

You let out another moan from his admission, as well as the feeling from those same two fingers pushing inside of you. That right there is part of why you liked this so much. He was older and more experienced, and you were just so not, he could take the lead and show you the ropes, you loved that. You couldn’t help it, you ground down on his fingers as you begged, “Ye-yes please, show me-ah! Everything-”

The last word came out like a sigh, as his fingers started to slowly move in and out of you, palm pressed just right, grinding on your clit, he had kissed up your neck and whispered in your ear, “Poor thing, you don’t know anything, do you?”

Fucking hell, you were on fire for him. I mean, you went from doing essentially nothing with no one, other than yourself, to now getting finger fucked in the back seat of Doc’s car. Oh shit, that is right, you were in his car. It was late enough no one was around, but the chance that someone wouldn’t see wasn’t exactly zero. His fingers curled and touched something inside of you that made your legs jerk and made you moan again and almost immediately forget where you were, he kept talking which also helped distract you.

“You need me to teach you.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. 

You nodded again, hips grinding again with a whimper, if he kept this up you would cum on his gloved hand. 

“Say it.” He said it firmly. Oh, God. His fingers stilled for a moment, and you wanted to whine and pout, but instead you responded, shakily, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He asked, leading you further. 

Fucking Hell, could he ease up even a little bit? He had pulled back and looked in your eyes, making you say, breathing still so uneven, “P-please, Doc. I-I need you-”

He looked pleased, a sudden thrust of his fingers made you cry out, making you unable to finish your thought, but he was satisfied with your answer even if it was cut a little short. He couldn’t hold back, a light chuckle before he ground his palm over your clit and curled his fingers in you again. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.”

Nothing sounded better.

He didn’t stop now. He kissed you, one hand ending up under your shirt, you shrugged off your own jacket, it was far too hot for it now, and his other hand kept going, touching you just right. Why hadn’t you pushed for this sooner? If you knew it could be like this, be this good, you would have come onto him weeks ago. He kept going until you were unable to hold back, fingers inside of you and palm to your clit, the tension became too much, the pleasure built and finally the dam bursts. You fall apart as you ended up coming on him with a cry of his name. It felt fucking incredible, you let it sweep over you completely, thighs trembling. 

You were panting as you came down, and his fingers slowed, a softer kiss pressed to your lips, and you returned it, still trying to catch your breath, “My God-”

A pleased hum from him as his fingers left you, and you adjusted, fully straddling his lap now, you brushed against him and yeah he was obviously just as excited as you were. Your fingers closed around his tie, and you grabbed hold, using it to pull him close again, you felt so good. Ample warmth running through you and still very excited, you wanted more already as your mouth met his again. You moved your hips and rubbed against him and felt him tense under you and both of his hands were now on your hips, he helped move you. 

You were still so sensitive and again kind of unsure again about if what you were doing was right, but with his hands on you, helping guide you, made you more confident. It was almost like he could sense your mind working, and he broke away from you, uttering, “That’s good.”

That helped your confidence as well. You moved feeling a little more sure of yourself, the strained sound that left him made you clench on nothing, it made you want, you wanted to feel him inside of you and wanted to hear him more. 

You never expected your first time to be in the back seat of a car, well at least not once you got involved with Doc Halloran but to be honest the location didn’t matter much, again, it was hot. Not only that, but you shouldn’t be doing this in such a public setting but the fact that you both wanted each other so badly that it didn’t matter was making your situation even worse, you loved it. You were learning a lot about yourself tonight, you didn’t realize you were into that, but if how much you were leaking was any indication you were very into it. You decided to take some initiative, you pulled back a little and your hands came down and started unbuckling his belt. 

Fuck, when you could finally reach him he felt this hard and so warm too. You held him in the palm of your hand and stroked experimentally, he helped you with that too, he was encouraging. Still pressed so close together as he told you what to do, and that got you much hotter too, him telling you just what he wanted from you. 

What he said got to you badly, heated in between more kisses, encouragement and praise mixed with his instruction, “Harder-yes like that.”

You watched with rapt interest as he loosened his tie, shifting under your touch, his own breathing harder, “Twist your wrist-”

A rushed question, excitement permeating your tone, “Like this?”

You did as asked and the groan it pulled from him, eyes practically rolling back with a nod,“Yes-God yes.”

How could you possibly take it without wanting more? You were the one trying to rush this, you just needed him desperately, you shifted and brushed him against your soaked folds and his hands on your waist squeezed, stopping you, he was looking at you again, “Are you sure?”

So concerned again, you nodded, and he still seemed hesitant, and before he could speak again you decided to. He was an intelligent and logical man, why not use some of your own. You were still so hot and bothered, but if you wanted any real relief, wanted what you were really craving, then you had to sell this. “Doc-I want this so much an-and not just for the reason you think.”

He seemed interested so far and you kept going, “Leslie wants me because of uh-” You glanced down momentarily, trying to get your point across and then continued,“-of um that ‘quality.’ So what if…”

He finished your thought, saying out loud, “What if you weren’t.”

He was a smart man, he caught on easily to just what you meant, he already wanted you so much, and he hadn’t needed much convincing, but when you presented such a persuasive argument you had given him basically no choice. 

It was about survival, really.

If one of the prerequisites for being a final girl for Leslie was being a virgin, if you weren’t one any more, then wouldn’t you be safe and throw a wrench in his plans?

You were really about to get fucked like it was going to save your life. And to be fair, it just might. 

Despite the energy and how much it was wanted by both of you, he was still careful. You had your arms around his neck, and his hands still on your waist, he guided you again, lowering you down onto him. You felt so at ease with him, so relaxed and thankful from how he fingered you from before it wasn’t painful, however it did take some adjusting, you weren’t used to the feeling. Again, he helped, the words making him glide even easier inside of you as he confesses, “You feel incredible.”

You were gripping the back of his jacket, he let you take it at your own pace, letting you sit with him fully sheathed inside of you and waited, hands still at your waist, he kissed over your cheek and whispered in your ear, “You’re doing so good for me.”

That made you want to do even better. You moved up slowly and came back down, drawing a groan from him, you DID feel amazingly good, and were very hot in his lap, this might be a bit of a struggle for him to hold on. You took your time, riding him slowly as you got acquainted with the feeling. Soon it was feeling much better, gasping, soft moans and sighs falling from your lips, “D-Doc, yes-”

You needed more of his hands on you, and almost like he knew he was pulling your shirt up, leather clad dragging over the newly exposed skin, greedily touching you, and you wanted to shiver from the feeling. “My God.”

Hands holding on harder, moving more forcefully, breathing becoming faster, you pleaded with him,“He-help, please?”

Help he did. He started to move with you, meeting you in the middle, thrusting up from below as you came down, and that had you crying out for him. You were pressed so close you were getting that much-needed friction on your aching clit and if you both kept up this pace you would find your end again easily. 

“Doc, yes!” You were getting close, your rhythm was becoming uneven, hard to keep up the pace, thighs burning, and he helped further, holding you firmer and taking more control, rocking up into you. He wanted you so badly to cum at least one more time before he allowed himself to, face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucked you.

“C’mon, do it.”

And you did. Fucking Hell, if you knew it felt THIS good to cum while stuffed full to the brim, you would have experimented with penetration so much sooner. Moaning his name as you found your release, your legs were useless by this point, good thing he had fully taken over, fucking you through your high, hands still holding onto you. It took almost all the will power he had not to spill inside of you during your orgasm, but he somehow made it through and when he was sure you were finished he pulled out, gloved hand gripping himself and with a few strokes he came over your bare stomach with a shudder and a groan. 

You leaned back after you caught your breath, hands on his shoulders, you were impressed to say the bare minimum, if this was your first time then you were excited to see how much better it could get. It was quiet while you both caught your breath, you weren’t even sure what to say, so you didn’t say anything. 

You kissed him instead, much softer and sweeter, and it was returned in kind. Your fingers in his soft hair, lips sliding over his, it felt so damn right. You broke the kiss and pressed your foreheads together, just enjoying the closeness. 

Until it was just a little too uncomfortable. You pulled back and spoke up, “Mind getting the window?”

“Hmm? Oh, of course.” It was a little stuffy and hot in here, he looked over, reached down, he rolled the window down the rest of the way, it had been about halfway so it wasn’t that as bad as it could have been. But the extra fresh air was still needed. 

You were about to lean in and kiss him again, when instead you heard something that nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Well hey there.” Your head whipped around to the now open window, heart was pounding and yeah you weren’t alone. “Jesus Christ, Leslie?”

Oh? Oh, God.

Yeah, you two might have lost track of time, you grabbed your jacket and covered up as best you could, tugging your shirt down, reminded of the cooling cum on your skin, you’d need to wash this shirt. 

“What’s up, Doc?” Leslie seemed amused by his own joke, Doc on the other hand seemed less than impressed, “Seems like you are having a good night.”

Doc cleared his throat and yeah he looked pretty displeased. Leslie spoke again, “Awe, c’mon aren’t you gonna introduce me to your uh, friend?”

Leslie seemed unbothered by Doc’s mood and asked it with a cock of his head. A roll of his eyes and Doc sighed, hand running over his face, clearly exasperated. “I know you already know her. But fine, Leslie, this is-” And he gave over your name, causing Leslie to turn to look into your eyes, a wave that was much too friendly as he greeted you, repeating your name with an enthusiastic, “Hi.” 

You swallowed thickly, okay yeah you understood why Leslie was so dangerous. His smile and overall demeanour, you could see the appeal clearly, if he got to you before Doc, who knows what might have happened?

“Hi.” You replied, with a small wave of your own, holding your jacket closer, and you felt incredibly exposed right now, but it was understandably that you felt that way. You could feel Doc hold onto you harder, you glanced at him and oh God, he was jealous? Why did you kinda like that thought?

“You were watching us?” Doc accused. 

Leslie was leaning on the window frame now, resting on his forearms, that damn smile as he said,“Well shit Doc, if you didn’t want someone to watch why were you doing it in public?”

He made a compelling point. You two weren’t exactly subtle about this. A glance at him out of the corner of your eye and yeah, Doc was pissed by this point, “It wasn’t an invitation!-I can’t believe you, this is too much even for you!”

“Oohoho your tone right now!” Leslie fired back with a laugh and a wide grin and Doc scoffed as he responded, “MY tone?!”

“Yeah Doc-” He was leaning forward more, purposefully taunting him, it’s like he was looking to get smacked, “It’s awfully judgmental, I mean look Doc, all I’m saying is one of us is out here defiling virgins in public on a school night, and it isn’t me-” 

Doc bitterly cut in, “For once.”

That made you had to stifle a laugh at that, Jesus, is this what it was like when they got together? Interesting dynamic to say the least. There was a pause at that, a beat before Doc spoke up again, seemingly just realizing something, “So you’re not angry.”

A more statement than a question even though it was kind of one. 

“Why would I be?” Leslie asked, a brief look to you and his brows furrowing for a second before realizing what Doc was thinking, and he laughed, “Oh, you think she’s the one?!”

“She isn’t?!” Doc sounded taken aback and quite shocked, you were too. Leslie was still laughing as he continued, “No! I was considering her but right around when you caught on I found a much better candidate, and obviously I was right to switch-”

Leslie looked you over as he kept going, “-but I had the thought that if I let you think she was, that it could be really fun. And as per usual, I was right!”

Leslie clapped Doc on the shoulder once, making him jump with a little grimace, before Leslie pushed back off the window with another laugh and said, “Anyway, have a good night you two.”

Mood sufficiently killed, Doc seemingly not knowing how to react to any of this information, you didn’t know how to either really. Doc had warned you that Leslie was always seemingly a couple of steps ahead and was excellent at planning and predicting things but going this far? Jesus. Playing the part and convincing Doc that you were going to be it, the whole plan around you, while it was really never about you. Just to fuck with Doc. If he went this far for a bit, how far did he go for his actual work?

Leslie’s voice comes through the open window again, “Oh! And Doc one more thing.”

A heavy sigh from him, he took a moment, before asking, “What is it, Leslie?”

He was leaning his hand against the roof of the car as he said, “Just a note. Really it was good, very hot-but I just gotta say now that you two are going this far you gotta cut it out with the ‘my child’ stuff. Makes it way harder for me to finish like that.”

You couldn’t hold your laugh back this time. What did you get yourself into?

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Kinky December 2020 Masterlist.

Kinky December the most wonderful time of the year! Here is where you will find all of my filled out prompts for this event in one convenient place! Updated as they are put out.

December 1st. Red Lace. “Pretty Little Present.” Freddy Krueger X AFAB Reader.

December 4th. Fireplace Sex. “Southern Comfort.” Mayor Buckman X AFAB Reader.

December 5th. Mistletoe. “In The Spirit Of Giving.” Leslie Vernon X AFAB Reader.

December 8th. Threesome. “Share And Share Alike.” Charles Lee Ray And Tiffany Ray Valentine X AFAB Reader.

December 10th. Mirror Sex. “More Than One Way.” Bo Sinclair X AFAB Reader.

December 11th. Candy Candy. “Candied Glass.” Poly!Ghostface. Billy And Stu X AFAB Reader.   

December 14th. Blindfolded And Chained. “Preciously Possessed.” NN! Freddy Krueger X GN! Reader.

December 16th. 69. “Mutual Satisfaction.” Sam Wescott X AFAB Reader.

December 17th. Choking. “Stay.” Vincent Sinclair X AFAB Reader.

December 18th. Public Sex. “Passionately And Publicly Indecent.” Doc Halloran X AFAB Reader.

December 19th. Ice And Handcuffs. “Ice Cold.” Herbert West X GN! Reader.

December 20th. Role Reversal. “On The Other Side Of The Knife.” Billy Loomis X AFAB Reader.

December 24th. Spanking And Santa. “Stuff My Stocking.” Freddy Krueger X AFAB Reader.

December 26th. Knifeplay And Sugar. “Sweet On You.” Buddy Swanson X AFAB Reader.

December 28th. Red Lipstick. “Suffering In Scarlet.” Bo Sinclair X AFAB Reader.

December 30th. Begging. “Accidental And Unexpected Benefits.” Leslie Vernon X AFAB Reader.

December 31st. New Years Sex. “Sugar To Ring In The New Year.” Stu Mach X AFAB Reader.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Fake Fic Asks Masterlist.

I debated about doing this but fuck it I put a lotta work into these mini-fic snippets at the end of these so here they are in one spot. 

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“Orange Tic-Tacs And Snapple.” Leslie Vernon And Reader. SFW.

“Resurrection By Erection” With Herbert West. And “Demons Are A Girls Best Friend.” Freddy Krueger And Amber Cottrell (Post TMOMD.) NSFW.

“It Happened In July.” Stu Macher And Reader. SFW.

“Ghosted Love.” DBD Ghostface And Reader. NSFW.

“No Rest For The Wicked.” Mayor Buckman. SFW.

“Rose Bushes In Winter.” Tiffany Valentine And Reader. SFW.

“Red Chirstmas Lights.” Charles Lee Ray And Reader. NSFW.

“Raspberry Seeds Suck Between Your Teeth.” Sam Wescott And Reader. (Buddy Swanson, Poly!Camping Boys Mention.) SFW.

“Steal Me WIth A Kiss.” Billy Loomis And Stu Macher. Poly!Ghostface And Reader. SFW.

“To My Killer, Memento Mori.” Hannibal Lecter And Reader. SFW.

“Neon Lights.” Vincent Sinclair X Reader. SFW.

“Backseat Serenade.” Leslie Vernon X Reader. SFW.

“Different Person, Same Old Mistakes.” Billy Loomis With A Side Of Stu Macher. SFW.

“Adore The Rose, Beware The Thorns.” Tiffany Valentine And Reader. SFW.

“Burbon Butterscotch Whiskey.” Doc Halloran And Reader. NSFW.

“(Got You) Naked In My Cellar.” Herbert West And Reader. NSFW.

“The Opium Of Your Memories.” Leslie Vernon X Reader. NSFW.

“Attention Span.” Stu Macher X Reader. NSFW.

“Musical Chairs.” Herbert West X Reader. SFW.

“Tantalizing Secret.” Freddy Krueger X Reader. NSFW.

“The One They Left Behind.” Sam Wescott X Reader. SFW.

“Here I Thought Murder Was Difficult.” Poly!Ghostface X Reader. SFW.

“The Crown At Dusk.” Stuart Llyod X Reader. NSFW.

“I Can’t Get Along Without You Very Well.” Buddy Swanson X Reader. SFW.

“Eight Dollars For A Tablespoon Of Robitussin.” Ash Williams X Reader. SFW.

“Rain Of Brass Petals.” Bo Sinclair X Reader. NSFW.

“All Of You Has Me Trapped In This Newfound Hypnotic Trance.” Tiffany Ray Valentine X Reader. SFW.

[applesontheground]

white whale 🍎

my christening of writing a robert englund character has happened, and it’s not for who you’d anticipate it to be...

honest to god, this was my real introduction to him (but i’ve seen his other work, of course, so stay tuned lol) and i have been playing with an idea with him for a hot second... but that little idea spiraled into a two-part thing. once again, i am being a dream job-influenced menace and i don’t plan to shut up about it any time soon.

(p.s. i will admit it was hard not to focus on leslie, and i failed pretty hard with this opening lmao-)

SFW | Word Count: 1,765 | Doc Halloran x GN Reader

contains reader busts their ass (not in a sexy way), slight stalking/paranoia mentions

🎼: x

➡ continued in holy grail

The things you did for a good shot.

On the side of a steep hill, you were only semi-sure that the rock under your feet would stay embedded in the earth long enough for you to stand on it. Rather, crouch like your back had the sort of stamina to hold a pose of this precision. A lone owl sounded off somewhere, catching your attention as you dared stick your tripod on another flat surface below the rock, haphazard in your form as you turned the camera on.

Field work was a requirement for this autumn’s multimedia class, which meant they wanted plenty of practice obtaining “B-Roll”, filler images to use while the meat of an audio track played in a final cut. The professor had even said, “Never such thing as too much,” so here you were. It was well past 10PM and you were sitting like a goddamn gargoyle trying to get a high enough angle to view the tree line. You started spinning the lens slowly, getting a healthy amount of focus to the nearly full moon.

From your bottom peripheral, your eyes shot down to see someone wading through the forest. He was near silent, so you felt fortunate to have better luck with your eyes in the moment, silently observing with your neck craning from behind the camera. It was definitely a man, you deduced, even though his gait was akin to Bigfoot as he hopped over a few rocks and brambles that he was trying to avpid.

He then stopped, back faced towards you on the mountain, and a low-lit outline of overall straps were strained over his shoulders as he took something out from the brush. Glances of his face from where you could see it gave way to a flat, round mask covering most of his identity. Without thinking, curiosity immediately taking control, you looked back to the camera and began zooming in on him. Turning the knob and doing anything in your amateur power to try and correct the lighting, you finally saw what he was holding up.

A closed bear trap, the U-Shape recognizable but giving you doubt at how cartoonish it almost felt to see one in real life. That soon gave way to a tight realization that there was no bear, or no animal for that matter caught between its teeth. Spattered with mud and a more streaked, thinner liquid alongside of it, you barely made out the crooked fingers of a forearm and hand without an owner as he released the trap with a swift, steady pull of his own arm. The appendage fell back into the brush, and when you flexed your hand to try and bring feeling back into your chilling body, your thumb had been pressing on the record button in a strike of mortified pressure, releasing it again with clammy skin.

“Fuckin’-ey.” You gasped, and that was when a shuffle of brush a few paces too close made your head snap away from watching the man.

Another body was seen, but that was all you caught before the reflex of jumping from the crouch sent you backwards. You gasped, already parallel to the side of the mountain as your legs gave way and skidded on loose dirt. One second, you watched the body at the top of the mountain stand straighter, a hand going out to try and catch you to no avail. The next your knee was embedding into the slanted earth as your head snapped to look back at the other body, now distracted and taken back to see others out here with him.

Both were frozen, watching you continue to slide and tumble down the mountain. You couldn’t help the noises you made, “Ach, fuck- God! Ow, god damn it-“ Finally, when you fell into a few unforgiving but large bushes at the foot of the hill, you stayed stock still. Head still spinning, you were whacked along the spine by your tripod tumbling after, but grabbed it by the camera still screwed on top and started blindly getting to your feet.

Your ankle was rolled, sharp pain shooting up and down your calf as you found a stride that had to be fast enough to disappear as quickly as you had been found. You didn’t listen for any voices, and it seemed that no one came after you. Eyes stinging from dirt and leaves having swat at them, you just kept running.

What was going on?

More importantly, why the hell did I try to get a photo of it??

The waitress brushed your t-shirt’s sleeve as she approached with your order. She did a double take at your empty mug, recalling you had needed it filled what was barely ten minutes ago. Looking up at her an apologetic frown, she gave you a smile. “I’ll get you another one, dear.” She assured as she took it, “College student, I’m guessing?”

“You guess right.” You sighed, hearing her quaint chuckle as her heels clicked off again.

Sitting in a shoddy little diner at 6:30 AM was all you could do without the paranoia eating you alive. It was better than just laying in bed back at your place, unable to close your eyes for more than a couple minutes at a time. The evening before had felt so far away, but it was only a handful of hours all at the same time. You put a hand on your bruising knee, itching the scab that had grown over a fresh scrape. It was at least disinfected and bandaged under your pant leg, which was some kind of reparation from going chest first down a rocky hillside.

If you had to be frank with yourself: that wasn’t what was causing you the exhaustion. You glanced out the window again, the sun taking longer and longer each day to rise from the myriad of suburban-esque buildings in Glen Echo, the bricks still a murky blue, not yet touched by golden dawn and brought to life. Eyes wandered back inside, and the waitress set the refilled mug down by your folded arms as you gave her a nod in thanks.

When your eyes left her again, you then realized there was someone looking at you from the other end of the dining room. You looked at your plate before the eye contact lingered, but your eyes were already growing, and there was no denying they were bloodshot as hell.

Fuck, that means his probably are too. Both of us had a late night.

You adjusted in your lonely booth, a hand running over your mouth as you gave another anxious glance out the window. Still, it didn’t stop him from standing from his seat, seeing that you were debating whether you were going to make a break for the door. He really thought low enough of you to anticipate a dine and dash; to be fair to him, you had been spotty enough to take off running from him before. He wasn’t even the one who had been setting up the murdering devices, and you were still frightened by the guy.

“Hello.”

Looking up from your coffee, you pretended to be surprised with the man now standing over the booth, like you hadn’t been watching the advancement in petrified dread. “…H-hello.” You played dumb, but he made you squirm again with a mulling, thorough stare, like he was analyzing your very posture, giving your obviously unnerved disposition its own character estimate.

He then stated, “You’re up rather early for someone who had been-“ You looked up at him in alert, and he was taken back by your mortified countenance. Still, he went on, “Staking out alongside me last night.”

“Okay,” You rolled your shoulders and quickly murmured, “What I was doing has no involvement with what I saw. I-I didn’t know that was what the camera was going to catch when I went out to the Vernon Farm.”

“No?” He breathed, unconvinced. Not sure what else to do, going into a muted panic, you decided to gesture to the empty seat across from you. He cast a disinterested glance at the chair, but then another pleading bob of your Adam’s apple from a guilty swallow was enough to get him to take it.

“I have never approached that man, but I…” You trailed off, looking around one last time before admitting, “Okay. I’m just a student, and I just needed a simple, local story for a school project.” You shook your head briskly, eyes staring into nothing as you laid it out for him, “I didn’t know there was…something lurking out there, just thought it’d be a goofy urban legend I’d cover with no dice on actually seeing anything, and then I’d get a grade for it and move on with my life.”

His eyes were losing their edge, listening to you go on, “I-if you’re a PI, or an officer, I’ll turn over my footage. I didn’t mean to write myself into this story or interfere with your investigation if that’s what you think I’m doing.”

The diner continued to bustle in an early morning lull while you were stuck in a limbo of silence. You sipped your coffee, the sound of the leather from his gloved hand finally releasing from its clench and setting flat on the table got you brave enough to look over at him again.

“I don’t believe it’s necessary.” He eased, and you breathed a sigh of relief from behind your folded hands. It only was sucked back up, seized in your chest again when he then mused, “Infact, I want to use it as means to help me.”

“What-?” You began, trying to smile, but his hand coming up to slow you in a definite gesture made you clam up again. “Yes, you’re amateur, but you have gotten closer to that man than I could even hope to despite not being one of his targets. You can’t deny that you faced him last night, correct?”

You merely nodded, and he shook his head, “I don’t think you understand how difficult that is. You’re lucky you weren’t maimed when he spotted you.”

I was lucky I didn’t maim myself, you concurred. You tapped your nail on the outside of the mug and weakly joked, “He must’ve had better fish to fry.” The man leaned forward slightly, and you finally looked him in the eye, seeing the world of knowledge you couldn’t even begin to understand quite yet.

“If we don’t stop him, my young friend, it’ll become far too many fish.”