Kellin Quinn - Halloween
original post here! - written by @cherrycocaineee *Kellin’s p.o.v* Chilled, slow air brushed against the multi-colored leaves and through my light, blonde hair. The soft crunching beneath my worn-out converse making me smile. I could smell sweetened pumpkin bread coming from inside Y/N’s apartment as I walked down the sidewalk towards the clean, white, freshly painted door; a carved pumpkin sitting on top of her brand new ‘welcome’ mat; her porch light decorated with fake spider webs and plastic spiders. Coming to a stop in front of her door, I started running my fingers through my hair that was a bit knotted and checked my breath, not wanting to walk in with bad breath or messy hair. When I knew I was fixed up and done checking myself, I knocked on her three times on the door, waiting for her beautiful face to appear in front of me. Not a minute later, the door swung open revealing my sweet, blonde-haired girlfriend. Her rose, dusky lips stretching into a welcoming smile. Her blue eyes sparkling as she stared into mine, her head tilted to stare up at me (considering she was much shorter than I was). “Hey Kellin,” she greeted, her voice light and sweet, “you made it just in time!” “Hey Y/N,” I replied, smiling down at her as I wrapped my arms around her thin frame, spinning her around in a hug. A soft giggle left her perfect lips as I set her down. The two of us walked into her apartment building and the smell of the sweet dessert was much stronger than it was outside. “It smells great in here,” I said. “Well that’s good,” she chirped, “I spent all day baking to make my apartment smell like pumpkin and cinnamon.” I laughed as I walked into the kitchen with her. She wasn’t lying about baking - her entire counter was covered in desserts like a pumpkin roll filled with cream cheese, coffee bread, and so many more delicious looking treats. Y/N walked over to the counter and started making the two of us a cup of coffee; mine black (just the way I like it), and hers either peppermint mocha or pumpkin spice latte creamer, making it the perfect caramel color. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist again, pressing my chest against her back. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered in her ear. “I’ve missed you too,” she replied, her voice quiet, “I wish you’d stop by more often.” I pressed my lips to the back of her head, “I wish I did too. But luckily, I’m here for the next three days and tonight is Halloween. We can stay in and watch scary movies while we hand out candy or we can dress up and go trick or treating - whatever you want, my love, we can do” Y/N turned around and faced me, a warm smile on her face as she held the two cups of coffee in her hand. I stepped back and slipped one hand away from her to grip the mug. Bringing it to my lips, I carefully took a small sip, letting the earthy taste envelop my tongue. Y/N took a slow drink of her own coffee before responding to me. “I’m not sure,” she said, shrugging, “I mean I wouldn’t mind going trick or treating.” I leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against her lips. “Then we’ll do that. You have a costume in mind?” I moved away from her and sat down at her body, picking at the pumpkin roll that sat in front of me. She didn’t say anything, instead, she grabbed a plate and knife from the dish rack and began cutting me a piece. She was a sweet girl, always making me a plate of anything she cooked. She placed the slice of pumpkin roll in front of me. “I was thinking about a scarecrow? Something cute, yet Halloween-y. Spencers had some cute halloween stuff for scarecrows. Apparently it’s a kinda sexy Halloween costume.” I chewed and nodded my head, “sounds perfect,” I say, trying to keep the cake from falling out. She giggled and wiped some of the cream off the corner of my lip. When I finished my slice, I helped Y/N put all of her bakery items away in her fridge. When we were finished putting stuff away, we took a trip to the mall to Spencer’s which is where Y/N worked, also where we first met. She had helped me find a tongue piercing after recently getting my tongue pierced. I pulled into an empty parking spot and the two of us headed inside. I could see that Y/N was nervous about being in public. We’d discussed it multiple times and the age difference between the two of us, her being nineteen and me being thirty-two, and she worried about people thinking she was using me. Katelynne sure did. And that didn’t help with her growing anxiety about it. But she took a deep breath, gripped my hand tightly, and smiled up at me. I smiled back reassuringly. The two of us headed inside the mall and went to the escalator. As we were going up, Y/N asked me what I wanted to dress up as so we could go trick or treating together.
“I don’t know,” I answered, running my thumb over her hand, “maybe we can do a matching costume. I can be a scarecrow too - or, I can be a zombie. We can check out some other stores.” “That sounds like a good idea,” Y/N said, her smile big as excitement flashed through her eyes. As we headed through the doors of Spencers we spotted a familiar face standing behind the counter - Y/N’s co-worker. He looked up from his magazine and smiled wide. “Y/N,” he greeted, “Kellin! What bring you two here Halloween day?” “We’re looking for Halloween costumes,” Y/N said. “Doing some trick or treating tonight?” “Of course,” I replied, grinning. Y/N’s co-worker, Daniel, spoke to us about the new Halloween costumes they had added to their range this year. After guiding us to the seasonal section of the store, he left the two of us to go shopping, reminding us to ask if we needed any help in his best, most sarcastic customer service voice, a cheesy grin plastered on his face until a little old lady stopped him to ask where she could find the hand cream. Now alone, Y/N and I started looking at the new racks, I watched her as she looked through all of the things that could work for her costume. I decided that I’d match her, find something cute to wear together as we went out. It’s been a long time since we’d gone out, with me being busy writing music and producing, etc., the two of us didn’t get to see each other physically. So I wanted to do something that I knew she’d enjoy and I knew for a fact that she loved matching. We were there for a few hours before we had everything we needed. Y/N insisted that she pay for her own things but I told her I‘d pay for it all instead, just wanting to spoil her as much as possible before I had to leave again. Who knew when the next time I would be seeing her after I left? Once I had paid, we headed to Starbucks where Y/N insisted that she would pay for the drinks since I paid for the other things. I tried to argue but Y/N cut me off with a small kiss, smiling as she pulled away. I chuckled and nodded my head. “Fine. You can pay,” She got her iced white chocolate mocha with no whip while I ordered myself an ice coffee, Nothing too fancy. Once we had our coffee, we headed back to her apartment, and we started getting dressed for the evening. The clock above her TV said that it was almost five o’clock and I was sure Y/N would want to go out early so that way we could get enough candy. Plus – not that she knew - I had something else planned for the evening after we walked around for a bit. I wanted to take her on a hayride, something romantic. I had finished putting on my scarecrow makeup in her guest bathroom and headed to find her. She was just finishing up the yellow-orange nose part of her makeup. She was leaning in towards the mirror, willing the make-up to go on as she wanted, when she spotted me in the reflection and squealed. “Look at you,” she giggled, “you look great!” “Thank you,” I said, moving closer to her, “you look stunning yourself.” My arms wrapped around her waist. I loved touching her. The feeling of her warm body on my own was calming. She was warm and soft, comforting. Something I hadn’t felt in such a long time and it was a very welcome feeling. I didn’t want to mess up either of our makeup, so I pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, causing a little giggle to escape her. “Are you almost done, sweetheart?” I inquired. “Absolutely, I just gotta put on the outfit,” she replied, slipping out of my grasp and heading back into her bedroom. I watched her as she slipped her black t-shirt over her head revealing the pretty, laced, white bra she wore underneath. I licked my lips, completely forgetting about the makeup that was over my mouth. She slipped out of her tights as well revealing a matching pair of panties. I cleared my throat causing her to look at me, she smirked at me. Then she grabbed her clothes from her closet, threw on a button up, long-sleeved, burnt orange, plaid shirt and a pair of faded blue, skinny overalls. Once she was fully dressed, she threw on the hat and a pair of black boots that reminded me of rain boots. The two of us were fully dressed and ready to go out but to tell you the truth after seeing Y/N in her lingerie, I wanted to stay home and see more of her undressed. But I’d promised her a night out and I intended to deliver. The cool night breeze brushed against us as we began walking through the neighborhood. Y/N was holding a bucket shaped like a pumpkin in her hand as we walked. I kept my arm around her waist, wanting to not let her go. The two of us chatted as we walked down the street. Both of us walked up to all the little houses and said “trick or treat.” Elderly people were gushing over the two of us, saying how cute we were together, but the mood changed when some of the elderly people started to ask if Y/N was my daughter or niece. It was clearly making Y/N uncomfortable, So we knocked at a few more houses and then decided to call it quits. Y/N thought we were going back to her apartment, and we were, but we weren’t going inside to watch a movie or anything. The hayride would be waiting for us when we got there. On the way back, Y/N looked up at me. “Do you think I’m too young for you?” She questioned. “No,” I replied, “do you?” “No.” She didn’t even hesitate. “I just worry that with all of the comments people keep making about how I’m young enough to be your daughter or niece that you might not want to continue our relationship.” I grabbed her hand, turning to face her. “I would never. I love you, Y/N. I don’t care about your age. I don’t care about what others say about us. I don’t care about what Katelynne thinks or says about you. You are the only person I care about romantically. I know that I only ever want to wake up every day and hear your voice or see your face.” Y/N smiled, resting her head against my shoulder as we walked closer and closer to her apartment complex. “I love you too, Kellin,” she said, “more than anything and anyone. I don’t ever want to lose what we have.” “And we won’t.” When we arrived at the apartments, the hayride was waiting for us. Y/N’s eyes widened when she saw it causing me to smile proudly. It was exactly what I expected from her. “Well come on,” I said, “let’s not keep the driver waiting.” She followed me inside the back of the hayride and I helped her in before getting in myself. We both sat down together, I never let go of her, and I whistled for the driver to go. The driver tipped his hat and started moving the vehicle. Y/N smiled wide as she turned towards me. “Did you plan this?” “Yes I did,” I grinned, “I wanted to do something romantic for you tonight as well.” The rest of the ride, Y/N rested her head on my shoulder and we enjoyed our evening. The driver took us around several times and each time felt more and more romantic than the other. Y/N looked like a bright eyed child who had just been to Disneyland for the first time. She looked beautiful. I carressed her face softly, leaning down to press soft kisses against her chilled face. Her pretty eyes were closed. “Y/N,” I whispered, my voice low, “open your eyes. Please.” Her twinkling blue eyes opened and we looked maintained eye contact for a few seconds, enjoying the connection. I stroked her cheek before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss against her lips, deepening it. I didn’t care about the makeup we were wearing. Twenty seconds passed before I pulled away from her and smiled. “I hope you had fun tonight, sweetheart.” “I did, Kel. Thank you so much. I love you.” “I love you too.” The driver came to a stop at Y/N’s apartment complex, and I tipped him well before taking Y/N to her apartment that was a few steps away. I wanted to get her inside before she caught a cold. When we got inside, the warmth of the running heater started to rush against me practically defrosting the both of us. Y/N wrapped her arms around her, moving them against her arms causing friction. “Want to take a bath?” I asked. “Yes please,” she whispered. I nodded and carried her all the way to her bathroom. And for the rest of the night we held each other… In the bathtub… Under the covers… And as we both fell asleep.
