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[yelenaslyubov]

Date Night Drizzles

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a/n: welcome to my first autumn fic! i’ve never written for isabela merced before (and there’s little to no fics out there) so i hope you enjoy!

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ pairing: isabela merced x reader

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ warnings: haunted house descriptions/descriptions of blood and violence, dominant but scared reader, nudity, bathing, ending with lots of cheesy fluff

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ description: you and your girlfriend plan a haunted house date together to her demise, even if it seems you’re the one who spooks in the end. at the end of the night, your date gets rained out, but that doesn’t discourage you from having a good time.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 2.1k

“Baby, where are you? You said you would be here 15 minutes ago?”

While you had been busy getting put together and dressed, your girlfriend was on her way to pick you up. She lived about 30 minutes away, but just enough time that it felt like forever.

“I’m sorry, it takes a while to look this good,” she said. It was almost like you could see that sly smile on the other side of the phone.

“Just tell me, have you even left the house yet?” It was radio silence. “Izzy, come onnnn,” you dragged.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she laughed. “If it makes you feel better, I have so many clothes to hang back up when I come back. It’s like my own personal punishment for having a fashion crisis.”

“We’re not going to Paris Fashion Week, it’s just a haunted house.”

“It’s never just anything. Everything is important when I’m with you.”

You made an ‘ick’ noise. “How about you just focus on the road and I’ll talk to you when you get here.”

“Ha ha,” she said mockingly.

“Drive safe, my love.”

“I will, I promise. I love you, byeee.” She hung up and left you smiling.

Even though you saw each other every week, there never seemed to be enough time together. It made things worse that your parents were so strict, which made it seem like there was no end in sight.

You waited about 20 minutes before you heard a horn honk outside, signaling that Isabela was waiting outside for you. Your parents didn’t approve of her much, so she usually waited outside.

When you went down the stairs, your parents looked nicely dressed and were busy gathering their things.

“Oh good, there you are,” your mother said. “Me and your father are going to a charity event so we probably won’t be home until midnight.”

“That’s fine, me and Izzy are going to the haunted house so we shouldn’t be long.” The car honked for longer this time. “I should go.”

You left the house without another word because you knew better. All of your anxiety seemed to melt away as soon as you saw Isabela sitting in the car. She smiled and your heart swelled.

“Hi, baby!” She cleared her passengers seat by throwing things in the back seat. She was never known for her organization but it suited her perfectly.

You hopped in the car and greeted your girl with a kiss. A week was too long by your standard.

“Let’s get out of here before my parents see me,” you said while buckling your seatbelt. “There’s good news though!” You looked over at her with a smirk.

“Oh god, that could mean anything,” she groaned. “What is it now?”

“The parents are going to a ‘charity event’ and they’re going to be home late.”

“A charity event? It’s literally the middle of the afternoon and they’re not going to be back until midnight?” Isabela looked at you with a confused expression. “Your parents are weird y/n, I’m not going to lie to you.”

You laughed. “Tell me something I don’t know. Did you hear me though, they’re going to be home late,” you smirked.

“You’re so dirty,” she said.

“Oh come on, not everything has to be dirty. I was simply only thinking about spending more quality time with my girl of course.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she giggled.

As you drove through your neighborhood, and the ones that followed, you admired the thoughtfully placed halloween decorations in the lawn of every yard. Even though Southern California didn’t have the exact fall feel that you yearned for, people made sure to make up for it with decorations and events.

“I still can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Isabela said. “I’m only doing it for you, I hope you know that.”

“That’s precisely why we’re going. Plus, the haunted house isn’t supposed to be that scary,” you tried to calm her nerves. You knew, in fact, that it was scary. This was the only way you could convince her to go, which was probably low on your part but you couldn’t help it.

“Only if I can hide behind you when it gets scary,” she frowned.

“Why do you think we’re going in the first place?” you joked.

The closer you got to the farm, the more nervous Isabela visibly became. You started to feel a bit bad about making her come in the first place.

“Baby, if you want to turn around, we don’t have to go.”

“No, I want to go, for you,” she explained. “Maybe it can be some kind of exposure therapy for me.” She gave you a weak smile that you didn’t believe, but she kept driving.

When you arrived, there were floods of people waiting in line. There were plenty of costumes and masked people to go around, but the two of you decided to play it safe without costumes.

The weather was humid outside, which usually meant rain was on its way. You looked to the sky to find most of it a dark gray color.

“Of course the first time it rains this season would be tonight,” Isabela complained.

“Don't worry, I’m not going to let it ruin our night,” you reassured her.

The two of you waited in line until it was finally your turn. “Tickets please,” the person at the ticket booth said. You pulled your phone out so that they may scan your tickets to let you inside. “Have a scaryyy good time” they said unenthusiastically.

You chuckled to yourself as you both walked away. “See, that may very well be the scariest thing you see tonight,” you joked.

“I hope you’re right,” Isabela laughed.

A loud clap of thunder sounded through the sky, making Isabela nearly jump out of her skin. She quickly grabbed hold of your hand and didn’t let go. You looked down to see your knuckles white as a ghost, but you didn’t mind.

The grip on your hand only tightened as you both slowly walked inside the foreboding house in front of you. You could hear the screams of others being frightened all throughout the maze of horror.

There was no denying, you seemed to be scared yourself. It was too quiet for comfort and you found yourself anticipating the worst.

The room was black and narrow but you slowly walked through together. “Are you okay?” you whispered to Isabela.

“Yeah… you?”

“I’m, uh, okay.”

Suddenly, someone dressed as a bloody zombie jumped out from the wall and yelled in your face. You and Isabela both screamed and held on tighter to one another.

The scares didn’t seem to stop as you walked on. The scarers hid in every crevice possible to try and elicit screams and frights from every willing attendee. There were skeletons, mangled dolls, beheaded people, and any other nightmares that they could conjure up.

You felt yourself shaking. “Babe, are you okay? You’re freaking out more than me, I didn’t think that was possible,” she laughed a little to herself.

“Oh yeah, I’m good. I’ve got you,” you lied through your teeth.

You hit a dead part of the haunted house, but you knew it wasn’t over just yet. You traveled towards the light where you heard the noise of chainsaws and screaming.

Now, before you, was a dimly lit room that imitated an old fashioned doctors office. There were people covered in blood that were thrashing on the tables while a psychotic looking doctor waved a chainsaw around them.

Your body recoiled and you felt like you were going to vomit. The scene had the opposite reaction for Isabela, as she started to laugh.

“This shit looks so fake,” she said while covering her mouth to chuckle.

“Yeah, hah, it’s super fake,” you lied.

“This is really scaring you huh?” Isabela said, concerned for your behavior. “Come on, let’s try and find a way out of here.”

For the rest of the journey to find the exit, you spent it covering your ears and closing your eyes. All that was left to lead you was your girlfriend who guided you as accurately as she could through the dark hallways.

You dodged scarers and props that hung in your way, and you could tell you were almost out of the hell house by the way the rain sounded as you got closer. It sounded like bullets on a tin roof and suddenly you were already drenched.

“We made it out, baby, everything’s okay,” Isabela coaxed you.

“And even better, we’re soaking wet.”

She looked at you and smiled, and you did the same back. Suddenly, you both started laughing. Something about the moment seemed both right and wrong.

Once brought out of your laughing spell, you both ran hand in hand back to the car together. You quickly sat down and turned on the heat now that you were both frozen to the bone.

“I think it’s safe to say I conquered my fear,” Isabela said with a shiver.

“Wish I could say the same,” you half-chuckled.

“But you were so brave.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Don’t mock, it was gross! I didn’t know it was going to be that violent.”

“Come on, let’s just get you home, casanova.” You gave her a light punch on the shoulder. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it!”

You shook your head and laughed. You knew she meant well, but your pride definitely hurt and your dignity was left in the haunted house.

Isabela drove back to your house while you listened to music and the rainfall hammering down on the windshield. The weather wasn’t ideal, but you had to admit it made for a cozy night after all.

Once you got home, you ensured that your parents were indeed still gone and you brought Isabela inside. You tried your best to run upstairs so as to avoid water littering the floors.

“I’ve got an idea,” you said, once entering your room. “I’ll be right back.”

You escaped to the bathroom and turned on the hot water to start running in the bathtub. You added bath salts and bubbles to the water to make it just right. In addition, you rummaged through the cabinet to find candles and lit them as well.

Once everything was perfectly arranged, you shed your clothes and eased into the water. When you were settled, you yelled for Isabela to join you in the bathroom.

As she opened the door, she smirked at you. “I told you that you’re dirty.”

“Oh come on, not even ‘romantic?’”

“Okay fine, a little romantic.” She walked over to you and trailed kisses from your forehead down to your lips.

“Now get in, it’s not going to stay warm forever.”

Isabela shivered and she quickly took her wet clothes off and left them in a heap on the floor. You reached your hand out from the water to help her in, and she gently sat down between your legs with her back to your chest.

She laid her head back against your chest with a ‘hum.’ “I think this is just what we needed,” you said.

“To see me naked?”

“Well, always, even though I meant the bath.”

“I know what you meant,” Isabela said with a guilty smirk. She tilted her head back to look at you, her big brown eyes fluttering in the dim light.

“I know the night didn’t go exactly how I planned but-”

“Shhh,” Isabela said, “it was perfect just the way it happened. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Now I know that’s a lie,” you laughed. “I nearly had a heart attack when that doctor cut through that guy’s stomach.”

“It was funny, I’ll admit,” Isabela laughed with you. You could feel her giggles against your body, making it the sweetest feeling in the world. “Just a thought, don’t you think it would be kind of horrifying if your parents were to come home early and find us both in the bath, naked with each other?”

You thought for a moment in silence. “You’re probably right. Why don’t we move this party to the living room?”

She nodded, and just like before, you both were out of the bath just as you had come. You gave Isabela sweatpants and a sweatshirt to borrow while her clothes were drying and you both went downstairs with a pile of blankets in hand.

You spread them out on the floor, along with pillows to lay against. You both laid down on the blanket bed you had created and got comfortable together.

Isabela took the liberty of stealing the television remote. She was perusing the channels and movie options when she gasped.

“‘Practical Magic!’ We’re totally watching this.” She clicked the play button and got comfortable against your chest.

You couldn’t imagine a greater way to spend a rainy night together, even if the events preceding put a damper on your confidence. There was no greater place to be than here, with your girl.

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