Imagine Book 2

A Night at the Drive-In- Elvira (Mistress of the Dark)

As requested by SupemeDragonmaster! Male Y/N

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The autumn breeze carried the scent of popcorn and fallen leaves across the drive-in theatre lot as Elvira guided the Macabre Mobile into the perfect spot, centred in the back row. Her signature black convertible, with its cobweb-detailed paint job and skull ornaments, always drew attention – but tonight, she only had eyes for Y/N.

"Well, aren't you just dying to get this show on the road?" she purred, cutting the engine. The massive screen before them flickered with pre-show advertisements, casting dancing shadows across her face. "Get it? 'Dying?' I kill myself sometimes... though obviously not very successfully."

Y/N chuckled, admiring how the moonlight caught the glint in her dark eyes. "Your puns are as immortal as you are, Elvira."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, darling," she winked, gracefully climbing into the back seat. Her black dress, defying several laws of physics as always, somehow managed to stay perfectly in place. "Coming to join me? I promise I don't bite... unless specifically requested."

Y/N followed her lead, settling into the plush leather interior. Elvira had prepared the back seat with an array of pillows and a thick black blanket embroidered with silver spiderwebs. "You really thought of everything."

"Of course! What kind of Mistress of the Dark would I be if I didn't set the proper ambience?" She reached into a wicker picnic basket. "Candy corn? Blood-red wine? Or perhaps..." she produced a container with a flourish, "...my special recipe Devils-Food cake?"

"The cake, definitely," Y/N said, accepting a piece. "Though I have to say, the sweetest thing here isn't in that basket."

Elvira pressed a hand to her chest in mock surprise. "Why Y/N, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to make me blush. Good thing that's impossible through all this makeup." She settled closer, her shoulder pressing against Y/N's. "Now shush, the movie's starting. It's a real gem tonight – 'Attack of the Killer Tomatoes Part 4: The Revenge of the Salad.'"

As the opening credits rolled, accompanied by an appropriately cheesy synthesizer score, Elvira provided her signature running commentary. "Oh look, another blonde running up the stairs instead of out the front door. You know, for produce, these tomatoes are really bringing out the worst in people's decision-making skills."

Y/N found himself watching her more than the movie, entranced by the way she laughed at her own jokes, how her eyes lit up during particularly ridiculous scenes. The way her hand had somehow found its way to rest on his knee felt more thrilling than any horror movie jump scare.

"You're missing the best part," Elvira teased, catching his stare. "The tomatoes are about to form a conga line."

"I think I'm seeing the best part already," Y/N replied softly.

She turned to face him fully then, one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. "Smooth talker. You know, in most horror movies, this would be the part where one of us turns out to be a vampire or a werewolf or something equally inconvenient for a budding romance."

"And what kind of movie is this?" Y/N asked, his heart racing as she leaned closer.

"Mmm, let's find out." Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Though I should warn you, this shade of lipstick doesn't come off easily. Consider it a lasting souvenir."

Y/N reached up to cup her face, thumb gently tracing her cheekbone. "I can live with that."

Their first kiss was electric, sending shivers down Y/N's spine that had nothing to do with the autumn chill. Elvira's lips were soft despite their bold colour, and she tasted faintly of wine and chocolate. One of her hands found its way to the back of his neck, drawing him closer.