#(i do watch scream every halloween. it's the law.)

[nancywheeeler]

important question survey question: what is one movie you absolutely have to rewatch every year? a movie that your soul aches for if you've gone too long without watching it?

[zombholic]

MILF ABBY WITH READER WHO HATES KIDS HC — abby anderson

description — milf!abby, reader who isnt that great with kids, age gap, reader is around mid twenties and abby is late thirties going on forty, smut, mdi !!,

authors note — literally all my creds and inspo goes to @elliespassagerprincess i literally love their milf abby series pls go read it !!

— You and your friends know that you do not have a single motherly instinct in your bones, you and kids do not mix well together.

— This one time you were just strolling while shopping and a toddler came up to say hi to you and you just stared at it wondering what to do.

— If there’s a child screaming at the top of their little lungs you literally give it a death glare.

— You also call children “it” and make everyone laugh every time you talk about a kid.

— But if it wasn’t for Abby’s six-year-old daughter Melanie who came up to you one day at a your local grocery store crying like snot bubbling at her nose and she looked sticky trying to hold your hand you wouldn’t have met your future milf wife.

“Oh, uh hi— why are you crying?” You let the little child grab your pointer finger as you tried to hard to fight your inner demons from the stickiness of her little hand.

“I— I can’t find my mommy.” She used her other hand to wipe the snot off her face, you could feel every nerve in your body cringe. You felt bad for the thing but jesus why are kids so fucking sticky.

You and the kid sat on one of the benches inside the store, you bought her some candy to make it stop crying and it worked. You did inform an employee that there was a lost kid, they spoke on the intercom after telling you that if the parent isn’t here in a certain amount of time they would call law enforcement.

“So, what’s your name?” You pinched your eyebrows together looking at the small being next to you devouring the ring pop like her life depended on it.

“Melanie but all my friends call me Melly.” She gave you a toothy smile well … she was missing majority of her teeth so half toothy smile?

“That’s … nice? You have friends?” She shook her head, her two little braids looked like she got into a street fight.

“Yeah, a lot like a lot of friends, what’s your na—“ She was cut off by a woman’s voice calling out for her.

“Melanie!” Both of your eyes shot up at the… holy fucking fuck she was breath taking.

— You found out that her name is Abby and she has a little escape artist for a child, she hugged you tightly with those giant arms thanking you for keeping her baby safe.

— Abby was truly taken back by how beautiful you are, she was quick to tell you she’ll repay you and managed to get your number while doing so.

— You guys ended up bonding really fast, even though you two were almost complete opposites she was so fascinated by you.

— She invited you over to dinner at her house and fuck was she loaded, not like you were in it for the money but damn must be nice.

— She genuinely found it so amusing how you would interact with Melanie, treating her like a little adult. You weren’t the type to use baby words towards kids you just spoke to them.

— Melanie really resembled Abby to the T, she had her mom’s blue eyes, freckles, the cutest nose but she had blonder hair, you just assumed it was from the dad.

— After months of basically hanging out with them you guys felt so inseparable, you still would give concerning expressions whenever Melanie would do something weird.

— Abby was falling in love you, whenever all three of you would watch a movie that Melanie always picked out and yes you did argue with a six year old about picking movies she would just have the urge to grab your face and kiss you.

— For halloween you bought Melanie an inflatable dinosaur costume with a pink tutu, you literally were crying from how silly she looked holding Abby’s hand.

— Abby was so reluctant to make the first move, scared that she was too old for you but little did she know how much it turned you on that she was older.

— You decided to ask Abby out on a date, you called her up while you were at home, heart beating out of your chest when she said yes.

— The date was at the arcade, cheesy but Abby always won you prizes every time you guys went with Melly. She beat at you literally every single game and being competitive you just glared at her.

— Melanie was at a sleepover at her friend’s home so you and Abby had the place to yourselves, after the date you guys were chilling in her kitchen Abby finally had the courage to kiss you.

“Can I please kiss you?” She looked at you with those pleading eyes, a slight whine to her words.

NSFW mdi NSFW mdi NSFW

— She pinned your back against the counter, her hand cupping the side of your face, the kiss felt so warm but soon became greedy.

— She carried you to her room, your legs wrapped around her waist, arms around her neck as you drove her fucking crazy kissing on her neck like that.

— Abby has a Daddy kink, she had her strap settled deep in your drooling cunt, legs on her shoulder, thrusting so fucking deliciously making you claw at her arms.

“Mmmgh— oh fuck Abby..” Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head, knuckles white from the grip you had on her arms.

“Daddy, call me fucking Abby again and I wont let you cum.” She slapped your face, grabbing it with her hands squeezing your cheeks together.

God this wasn’t the sweet, motherly Abby you knew but some sex god who would fuck you so stupid it left you an incoherent mess.

— She had crazy stamina, had you in every position, face down with your ass up, riding her cock, your back pressed against her front as she spread your legs open drilling your bruised and aching pussy.

— She was so mean, she mocked your moans, bit your skin, slapped your tearful face every time you stopped looking at her. You couldn’t get enough of this side of her.

— She over stimulated you so much you were sobbing, trembling every time she would touch you, your legs shook violently.

Abby had her arms wrapped securely around your thighs, spreading them open so wide. Her tongue lapping you up, sucking on your puffing clit, sliding her tongue inside your sore cunt.

“Daddy please! Too much, s’too much, too much” You squealed, crying out trying to push her head off of you.

— After long hours of her using you, she was so quick to turn her motherly instincts back on. Kissing your face so sweetly, her eyes filled with worry that she pushed you over the edge.

— You reassured her that it was the best fucking sex you’ve ever had. She started a bath for you, sitting right behind you as she massaged your aching body, running her fingers over the love bites she left scattered on your body.

— She held you so tightly as you both had fallen asleep on her amazing bed.

[cherryrikis]

BETTER LUCK TOMORROW - three ! breaking principles

pairing : nishimura riki x reader

synopsis : after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, you (as well as your friends), were framed for the death of your brother and disappearance of your boyfriend. you all had no hope. no job, no money, none of you were even allowed to graduate. at least, until a stubborn kid on a dance scholarship suddenly acts as your savior, riki helps clear your name all for the sake of a school project.

this episode contains the following : 0.5k wc, swearing, mentions of death, court dates, house arrest, violating parole, and juvie + jail

authors note - these last few days were so busy cz halloween, school, (and the dodgers winning the ws!!) all that stuff😭

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the two stood in front of your house.

despite jungwon telling riki not to do so, he knew there was no point in trying to change his mind.

you weren’t hard to find, because they knew you still lived with your family (aka heeseungs old house). so riki didn’t hesitate to drive straight to your place.

but he did hesitate to ring the doorbell.

jungwon watched as riki reached out, before drawing his hand back every few seconds. he grew so tired of standing in the hot sun, until eventually pressing the button himself.

they expected your mom or your other older brother to answer, literally anyone but you.

“oh, jungwon? i was wondering who was at the door. well, wow. this is.. this is really awkward. you haven’t come by since the funeral.” you coughed.

“hi yn.” he smiled. “i know, it’s been a while.”

“whos this?” you ask, pointing your head in riki’s direction.

“what? seriously? i was one of heeseungs friends. i came around just as often as jungwon!” he exclaimed.

“im sorry, i don’t remember all of my brothers- i mean, heeseung. i don’t remember all of heeseungs friends. but, look. i get that it’s been a while since we’ve all met, but i think you guys should go.”

“wait yn!” jungwon called out right before you closed the door.

“don’t you wanna know why we’re here?” he asked.

you frowned slightly as you thought on the matter, before nodding your head.

“fine, go ahead.” you sighed.

“senior project. you remember, don’t you? for college apps-” “i never got to apply. i wasn’t even allowed to graduate.” you said sternly, cutting riki off. “you remember, don’t you?”

riki turned with wide eyes to face jungwon for an idea on what to say next, but jungwon only mouthed the words ‘hurry before she tells us to leave again’.

“we want to reinvestigate that issue before your next court date because-”. he cleared his throat aggressively as he carefully chose the next few words. “because we heard you violated your parole.” riki swallowed, but it wasn’t enough. his face fell as he watched your expression change.

“you’re saying you think you can solve my case for your final project? nice fucking try you two, but not even my lawyer could help me out as you can see here.” you scoffed, before sticking your leg out from behind the door, to point out the ankle monitor you wore.

“house arrest. huh.” riki muttered.

“it’s worth a shot. we might be able to prevent you from being incarcerated again. and clear any charges from your record if we can prove it wasn’t you.” jungwon stepped in, beginning to ramble.

“yeah. jungwons mom is an attorney! and his sister is studying law.” riki smiled. but, he paused when you raised your hand in a way that screamed the words ‘stop talking’.

“listen, as much as i appreciate the gesture, i think im the last person you want to free. everyone’s seen me as the person who killed her brother and boyfriend, for the last 3 years. nothing else. if you want answers, go interview one of the others who were framed. aeri got out around the same time as me.”

“but yn- you were lucky you only got juvie! even after you turned 18. if this next court session doesn’t go well, you could go into like, a real jail!” riki exclaimed with wide eyes.

“goodbye riki. nice seeing you jungwon.” you nod, before slamming the door in their faces.

“well that couldn’t have gone any worse.” he sighed.

“you know what, im going home. i still have that french exam to study for. but uh- i have some theories. i’ll see you around man.” jungwon huffed, patting riki on the shoulder before he walked off your front porch.

riki followed without a second thought, before they both eventually split ways.

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[cyborg-franky]

Prompt: hello friends! thank you for providing us with such a fun event, can it be April already? 🤧 if anyone of you feels inspired from it, can i request grocery shopping headcanons with Law, Thatch, Sanji and Robin? like would they scold you for buying too many sweets or do they leave you at the checkout to fetch something they forgot and you panic like when you did when your parents did the same? lol just thinking out loud 🤣 i’m sure i will love everything you come up with! thanks a lot!!

SFW

Repost of mine from libary of ohara

Chaos, she lives for it.

She will let you get whatever you want, she doesn’t mind.

If it’s Halloween she’ll add almost every decoration she can find in the store, deal with it, this is your life now.

100% takes all the free samples, she has many hands, a sample for each right?

She enjoys watching badly behaved kids run around and trip over, the delight on her face when the little shit walks into something.

A fun person to shop with, will always coax you into shopping at strange times of night because that’s when all the lunatics come out, she enjoys being around ‘interesting’ people despite how you cling to her when the guy arguing with the can of baked beans makes eye contact with you.

Neither of you is going to be the one that reminds the other you need more than coffee and Halloween decorations for substance.

BELOW CUT - LAW - SANJI - THATCH

-Every time he hears a child scream you can feel he has this look on his face even if you can’t see it. - Is the type to move someone’s cart if it’s in the middle of the lane. - Law is already mentally done with the trip the second you set foot in the place. - Hears a child crying and just nods his head and mumbles ‘mood’ under his breath. - You have to bribe him with coffee to get him in and to shop. - Has very few opinions on things but will be vocal if he doesn’t like something. - Tries his best not to throw hands at the next person who gives him and his tattoos a shitty look. - Sometimes you decide to leave him on the magazine row and do the shopping yourself. - It takes you both as a pair two hours of him dragging his feet and being unhappy to shop whereas it takes him five minutes by himself. - Just rooms everything into the cart regardless of if you need it.

Has like five shopping lists.

Spends like an hour caressing the melons and other produce to make sure he’s getting the best.

Will fight to the death with the man at the fish counter over prices.

Will fight to the death with the cheese guy if he thinks he’s being cheaped out on quality.

Will fight to the death with the meat guy who cut a piece with too much fat.

Just expect a battle over everything.

Also mansplains all the wines as you pass them, he gives you like an hour-long ‘pros and cons’ of this wine versus this when all you wanna do is get smashed this weekend on the £2.99 bottle of red with the clip art font on the front.

You can have whatever you want as long as he gets to check the label.

He will also fight you to the death if you pick up instant noodles or microwave meals.

Thatch is just an angel.

He might spend too long picking out bread, you notice how much his hair looks like a fancy loaf.

He can’t walk past the fruit section without picking up a pineapple and making a joke about Marco.

You beat him to it now, just to speed things along.

It’s you who needs to have a magazine to hand when he’s shopping in the hair care section.

He’s talking about how he needs like eight bottles of the £10.99 brand, or his hair will just not behave for him.

Puns, puns oh lord puns.

“We need to grab some buns” “I’ll give you some buns to grab” -EYEBROW WAGGLES IN 4D-

He’s fun though, he lets you have some bad things and treats as well as good choices.

Likes to use the cart to whiz along, enjoy a forty something year old man going ‘weee’

[snowflake-of-destruction]

Trick or treat!

Watching Izuku tug at the hood of his limited edition Golden Age All Might hoodie with his too big black gloves making his fingers clumsier than usual, shifting and reshifting the fabric to stop it covering his eyes or set the antenna at the right angle so they didn’t flop over too badly to one side, and listening to him stammer, backtrack, and lapse into mumbling at times as he tried to answer even the most straightforward and innocuous of media questions (“And what is your costume?”) asked of every hero whose attention could be nabbed on their way into the Put Your Hands Up and SCREAM Happy Haunted Hero Halloween Bash, it was difficult to see why villains found Deku so intimidating. At least the way he kept biting the already chapped spot on his lip and worrying the skin like nervous habit was covered by the black medical mask he wore.

 The Happy Haunted Hero Halloween Bash was part exclusive party of the year, part place where regrets and tomorrow’s tabloid headlines were soon to be born if you didn’t fly or get a car out of there in time, part televised entertainment special and charity drive where top heroes would be spinning the wheel to perform tricks for or hand out treats to top donors to the cause of the year early on in the night before the cameras turned of and the real party started, but all hosted by Present Mic. And it was Izuku’s first year. He wanted to make an impression. Hopefully a good one. Perhaps, playing it safe and going as Iron Might or a ghost (Nice, normal, innocuous classic ghost) like he almost had could have served that purpose better, looked good enough in pictures but proved unremarkable enough that the focus would be on Izuku himself–though, maybe that would have just been more pressure to constantly watch what he was saying and make sure he was funny and charming enough when he still rarely felt like either. 

“Why The Crawler? You are aware he’s regarded by some as a criminal menace. Do you think it’s appropriate for a top fifteen hero to be dressed as a former vigilante?”

Hmm. The questions were getting more complicated though. 

Izuku tried to keep his chin up and tone upbeat but not flippant. Shoulders back to project confidence. No more playing with his hoodie. It was easier said than done.  “My feelings about vigilantism have changed a lot over the years, especially since…” One sentence in and he already found himself stopping himself short. “ Well, you may have seen some of the pictures and video of my own stint as an unauthorized hero before the war…though on the other hand I suppose that wasn’t quite the same since I at least had my provisional license and I was in close contact with the pro-heroes…” He took a deep breath to counsel himself to keep his answer more focused. “But that’s beside the point. I know public sentiment towards The Crawler and other vigilantes is still mixed even now, and the law’s side is even more complicated, but…he fought to protect those that couldn’t fight themselves and protected those who nobody else was protecting and that makes him a hero in my book. Plus, it’s just a fun costume and not too overdone. I hope you’ll give me some grace here…and my partner too, as he’s dressed as an even more controversial figure.”

Izuku punctuated his last words by wrapping an arm around his boyfriend and hero partner–an arm that quickly dropped lower from shoulder to back to possessive fingers wrapped around a hip as if Izuku’s hand was magnetized, finding Kacchan’s small waist exposed and emphasized more than usual in the skin tight black leotard too much of a temptation (which it was, and Kacchan should have been grateful that was the only temptation that Izuku was willing to give into in front of the press, when the explosive hero’s sullenly crossed arms pushed his pecs enough together to make the heart shaped cutout on his chest more risque than it had ever been on the original costume of the vigilante Dynamight was emulating. 

“I’ll never forgive you, nerd.” Kacchan growled under his breath as more pictures were snapped of the two of them. The pink pigtails on his Pop Step wig were already starting to droop. 

“Yes, you will.” Izuku hummed back, cheerfulness already returning. He gave the press line a wave that signaled that they were moving on and angled carefully as he turned to walk away, arm still around Kacchan’s waist, trying to cover as much of the camera line of sight with his own body as he could as the two of them retreated. He had thought a lot about what the Pop Step costume would look like from the back (And so had Kacchan. That was how Izuku convinced him of the couple’s costume. They would spar with the stakes being that whoever was pinned first for over three seconds would be Pop Step and whoever pinned them would be The Crawler. Kacchan was really confident in his own abilities. Izuku loved that about him. Confidence just wasn’t always enough though when Izuku was motivated too). He hadn’t thought through other people seeing the costume from the back though, and photographing Kacchan from the back…or how he might, and certainly would, need to worry about that even after the press cameras and live streamed parts of the evening were over. 

Pop Step was going to have to be an in-apartment only costume going forward.

Izuku still didn’t regret it though.

“Kacchan, you look so…” He sighed dreamily and didn’t even try to finish his sentence or control his blush.

“I swear, if you call me cute, I’ll blow your face off.”

“No. Bouncy,” Izuku giggled as they walked into the venue and fully left the media behind, at least for the moment, deciding to finish the thought after all. Danger sense stayed dormant, even after a wisp of blackwhip shot out to ruffle the back of Kacchan’s skirt, only to dissipate the moment after when Kacchan snarled and whirled around to try and fight the semi-tangible. 

“I’ll kill you,” Kacchan continued to threaten him, no bite in it this time.

“I’ll give you my hoodie so you don’t get cold,” Izuku offered.

The fire in Katsuki’s eyes intensified instead of dying down to the smolder Izuku expected. “I’m not wussing out. A deal is a deal. No complaining. No covering up. The full Pop Step experience. Let’s get some drinks and I’ll start singing and shit too.” He balled his fists in determination.

Izuku was going to argue that there was no weakness in taking the hoodie–especially when he was pretty sure he just saw Hawks’ wings flare from across the room (They were dyed white tonight and Hawks was wearing a halo and a haphazardly draped toga, which was cute when taken together with the devil horns Endeavor was wearing, but Izuku, uncharitably, didn’t think Hawks was reacting to anything Endeavor had said) but his attention was diverted by Shoto waving both arms at them to flag Izuku and Katsuki down. Not that Shoto was easy to recognize in a long black wig, a short white dress and blazer, and a visor that covered his eyes. Izuku almost didn’t recognize the costume, much less the man, but once he figured out one, the other was a certainty. 

“What the fuck are you doing, Icy Hot?” Kacchan sighed exasperatedly.

“Makoto Tsukauchi. Don’t tell me you already have one for the group costume.”  Shoto was a shade too earnest to be pulling a Halloween trick–though Izuku and Katsuki were two of the only people alive who could read the shades of difference in his ever placid delivery.

Izuku neither had the heart to tell his friend that Pop Step and The Crawler were supposed to be a couple costume or to regret telling Shoto his plans in the first place. Group costumes would be fun. He did feel a bit out of place now being the only one without a skirt though.

“Why not Knuckleduster? He was a Naruhata vigilante.” Izuku pointed out. 

“You know why, nerd.” Kacchan didn’t elaborate further.

Any uncomfortable moment was put off by their old homeroom teacher, Aizawa, being the next to greet them. He looked the three of them up and down, narrowed his eyes particularly at Izuku, huffed a simple yet puzzling, “No,” and then walked away.

“Sensei?” Izuku called after him.

“I need a drink if the problem kids are combining.”

Since we are already under click to read more for length conditions, here are some visual aids for those who haven't read Vigilantes.

Crawler

Pop Step my beloved

Makoto

[randadrives]

Salem - Witch City

"Still making history"

If you’re anything like me, a millennial spooky kid obsessed with Halloween, you probably also grew up watching the standard movies annually in October: Scream, Halloween, Beetlejuice, every zombie and Halloween (the franchise) movie possible, and the reigning classic, Hocus Pocus. If you’re one of those weirdos who hasn’t watched it, the family-friendly feature is set in Salem, MA – home of the famous witch trials of 1692. Thanks to the dense history, the town being a Maritime National Historic Site, as well as pop culture such as Bewitched, Hocus Pocus, and later the terrible Hubie Halloween (2020), the New England town of Salem has boasted an increase in tourism, causing an extra MILLION visitors just last October. Now I’m going to take you through my firsthand visit to this beautiful city I adored visiting.

 An old friend of mine and I decided we wanted to take a long weekend trip somewhere we could drive in the spring of 2023. Several people who had already been to Salem suggested going at a different time of year than the normal September/October time to avoid the crowds of tourists, as it can be quite congested and the prices of everything goes up as well. Early May sounded perfect for decent weather to experience all the city had to offer, and yes – Ten hours (Pittsburgh to Salem) is a perfectly acceptable distance to drive for a 4 day trip, in my opinion. We found an Airbnb (which may or may not have been haunted) in Marblehead, which was a 15-minute drive from downtown Salem. Marblehead is where most of Hubie Halloween was filmed, which may be a severely poorly rated Adam Sandler movie, but I still watched it 5 times. This aesthetic coastal town is rich in history. It’s arguably the birthplace of the U.S. Navy, and a great deal of the original architecture is still present today. We had a great time walking the streets and seeing normal businesses, such as dentists and law firms, in buildings marked with their original purpose and the year they were built, the oldest being 1663! Our first stop on the evening we arrived was the restaurant Sea Salt, because you know we were looking for seafood. If I had not taken photos, I honestly might not remember our experience here. The service was great, and the atmosphere was very nice. The food was a little pricey, but that was expected. I remember having fantastic Brussel sprouts as an appetizer, and tasty cocktails, but can’t tell you that much more about it. My favorite places to look for when I’m traveling are locally owned coffee shops and bakeries/donut shops, so in the morning I pulled up Google and found a café called Maria’s Java Sun that was just a 5 minute walk down the street. I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that we ended up walking down there 3 mornings in a row for coffee and a breakfast sandwich or pastry! They were delightful. We had opted for an Airbnb because of course my two adventure dogs were making the trip with us, and I had to be sure they would be comfortable while we were away for a few hours at a time. It was a goal of mine for them to experience the ocean, so I looked up a dog-friendly beach nearby. The second morning we were there we took them to Devereux Beach just a short drive away. It was a Saturday, so the beach was full of families with A LOT of dogs. Mine are dog reactive, but we were able to get to a more secluded portion for some waves and sea salt to ourselves. Another staple of Marblehead that sticks out in my memory is our trip to the liquor store. I have never before this seen a liquor store of this massive proportion. By the end of our stay, my friend and I agreed we would visit the Marblehead area again in the future. In May, it was serene, the landscape was gorgeous, and there appeared to be a plethora of things to do there, many related to boating and fishing.

 Now the main, wicked event! On our first day driving into Salem, we had two main items on the schedule: the Satanic Temple headquarters, and a walking tour of the city. Other than that, we knew we would meander and do some exploring, as well as chow down on some seafood again. We drove to the Satanic Temple first because it was not in walking distance of other attractions. I take full responsibility for this idea, forcing my friend to play along with me, and I do not regret it. The towering, charcoal colored Victorian building was a funeral home before purchased by the organization. It was $13 each to enter as a non-member of the church, and we were not too sure what to expect. If you’re interested in who and what the organization is, I’ll let you do your own research as that could be a lengthy essay itself, but I’m a big fan. In short, the headquarters building is essentially an art gallery with some rotating and permanent exhibitions. I was enchanted by the art on display, captured many photos, and left with a few trinkets from the gift shop. I sat on the statue of Baphomet, I’m not sure what else could have made my visit any better! My friend was also pleasantly surprised by the experience, agreeing it was enjoyable and worth the stop.

Next was our walking tour, but first we had to tackle the issue of parking. The infrastructure of Salem is not necessarily built for the influx of tourists. We ended up parking in a parking garage near the Peabody Essex museum and decided that was it, we would be walking anywhere we needed to go from here, no matter how far. There was a visitor center across the street where I learned Salem is a Maritime National Historic Site. Pro tip: if you have the National Park Passport, you can get a stamp here! I didn’t bring mine, so I bought one of the .99 cent sticker sheets to take a stamp with me.  

As much as I would have loved to do an after-dark, ghostly tour, we both knew at our big age we would be back at the Airbnb watching documentaries at that point in the night. I let my friend do the online research and choose the walking tour, so I can’t remember which it was, but there are so many that you probably can’t go wrong with choosing. We met our group at the Town Hall. It was a small group led by a Salem native who was knowledgeable and passionate about the history of the city. From here we saw key spots such as the Bewitched sculpture, the Witch House, several churches, buildings that had been used by affluent figures of society, where they would hold parties and meetings, the Ropes Mansion, ending at the old cemetery and monument dedicated to those that were killed for allegations of witchcraft. It was interesting to have someone who grew up here share the information, and she had so much to add we probably could not have learned from Google. And she shared with us all the ghost stories! As we walked the city, we also couldn’t help but gush over all the residents, not just the businesses, who seemed to embrace the culture and had witchy decorations up that time of year. At the end of the tour, we insisted she tell us the best spot to go for a lobster roll and she was happy to oblige.

This leads me to my favorite stop for food, The Lobster Shanty. Looking online, I believe there are two different restaurants called the same name, but this one appeared to be a dive bar, full of locals, cheesy coastal décor, and a boisterous bartender who seemed more than happy to have us there. The lobster rolls were amazing, as were the cocktails we ordered, and I’m grateful our guide suggested this little place over the best rated online, which was a fancy (and extremely expensive looking) restaurant we would not have been as comfortable in. Several other places we stopped for drinks while exploring that weekend were The Derby, a horse racing themed bar that we had just missed a drag show in, and Rockafella’s, a casual restaurant that claims many hauntings from local spirits, and not just the liquor type. My friend’s favorite restaurant we went to was the Howling Taqueria, where we enjoyed steak quesadillas and blood orange palomas at the suggestion of our waiter. We ended that evening with a couple episodes of “I Survived” and wine on the couch with the dogs, naturally.

The next day, after our Maria’s and beach stop, I had to be the nerd I am and go to the Salem Police Department to trade patches. So far, I believe they do have the most badass patch with a witch on it. Then we took in some of the Salem Witch Village shops. There were metaphysical stores, tourist traps of souvenirs, antiques shops, gift/specialty stores, art galleries, and very niche horror themed stores. One store I was upset with myself for passing on was Black Craft, as I didn’t realize the largest witch statue is actually within the building. I was afraid of spending too much money unnecessarily on clothing!

We cut off our browsing for a scheduled appointment time we had with the Salem Witch Museum. The museum seemed to be busy at every time of day, so if you make this part of your sightseeing, be prepared for large crowds. Tickets were $17.50 each for adults and nonrefundable. It’s a massive, visually appealing building, and not actually a museum but more of a theatrical production and history lesson. To be completely transparent, I didn’t learn anything new that I hadn’t already learned from our walking tour or just reading information around the city. Also, it was a rushed, guided tour. We were disappointed we did not get to take our time in the portion where there were artifacts to look at. The entire thing just seemed like they wanted to herd us in and out as fast as possible, and the only portion we weren’t pushed through was the gift shop at the end. I would not suggest this one for small children, as there are some graphic depictions of the hangings (and rock smashings) of the victims of the trials. I personally would not say this stop is worth the price and time.

We had seen most of what we set out to at this point, so we decided fuck it – we are in Salem, let’s go do something witchy. We chose a random metaphysical shop to go have our tarot cards read, and lucked out because the two mediums were available at the same time. It was roughly $40 each, which seemed to be the standard when I was comparing shops. I had a really fun reading with a young woman who was empathetic, bright, and obviously had a great time interacting with the people who came to her. She told me I could record my reading if I wished, and I regret not doing so! I encourage embracing being a tourist once in a while and support the local economy.

We went to Salem Common to take a walk and some photos, and then found an arcade/bar to have a drink and round off the night. It felt appropriate to shoot some zombies while in Salem, even if guns were not quite Winifred Sanderson’s style. Alas, we were physically exhausted and probably slightly overstimulated from being in public so much, so left right before another drag show started. I was pretty torn on staying for it, but wine and a movie, along with sweatpants, were just too inviting. It was a successful second and last full day in Salem. Due to the recent increase in tourism, the city is strongly urging visitors in September and October to NOT drive into Salem. Commuter rail services have been expanded upon, and there is also the Salem Ferry to utilize. If I were you, I would choose a different time of year. There is still just as much Halloween magic to experience in the area when it isn’t the spooky season, less lines, and lower prices for lodging. If you are going to drive or fly in, there are many Airbnb’s, hotels, and even an RV park to stay in. As always, I emphasize being kind to the locals. This is their home, even if it is a bucket list item or a novelty to you. It especially hit hard when we were at crosswalks and school buses full of children were passing by. I’m sure it can be frustrating, or even annoying, to always have so many people on the streets gawking and taking photos. Be kind, use your manners, and tip your servers! Travel can be a welcoming experience for all involved when every party puts the effort in, and maybe form a calming circle if you need to.

[tehjmastuh-rants-101]

Halloween PSA for next year.

Hello everyone! And I hope you had a great Halloween. But people has been taking this holiday a little too serious this year. And I would like to fill you in on some things. Now, there's nothing more funner than passing candy out and watching your kids dress up in their favorite costume and getting free candy. With all that being said. Here's a few little pointers for you so your Halloween holiday can be safer. 1) Travel in groups! Nothing screams to the neighborhood that says I am available for kidnapp if people aren't being curtious about the neighborhood they're in. So parents, please keep extra set of eyes on them at all time. 2) Are they even home? Some neighborhoods will more than likely to leave town and visit other neighborhoods to go Trick or Treating. So look out for lights on a house, and see if they're peple outside, or if their front door is wide open. If you go up to a house and there are no lights on. Don't knock on the door or ring the doorbell. A lot of houses have dogs, they bark, and most houses have alarms on them. So simply put. If you don't see no lights. Peacefully pass by it. 3) Check your bags! Always make sure that you're checking the bag of your kids. Because there is a big difference between a trick and a treat. They could've put dangerous things in their candy bags such as drugs, expired candy, knives, anything that can poke them, etc. If there is something that is in your child's bag and you don't know if it's safe for your child, just remove it. Your child's health and safety is better safe then sorry when you double check your child's bag before you let them enjoy their candy. DONT'S 1) Dress up as something political. Every 4 years, elections occur. and we don't want to encourage the risk of someone hurting you because you decided to pose as a presidential candidate. Luckily for me this year (2024) I didn't see anything like that. 2) Controversial halloween Decorations. We know you like to take the extra step and out due your neighbors and be unique when it comes to decorating your yard for the holiday. But if you put out any decorations or make any decorations that could raise a red flag. Please be aware and know your bi laws of what you are allowed to put in your front yard. Don't waist people's times of calling 911 for reporting suspicious decorations. If you don't like it, of you think it's too controversial, you can either drive away, or confront them about it.

3) Do NOT dress up like a criminal. I get it, it's cosplay. We love unique costumes. But there are certain costumes and things that you shouldn't do when it comes to ringing our door bell. Many houses (like mine) has a video door bell. They can see your costume. This year, we had someone ring out doorbell. And their costume looked like they had a real gun and they were gonna shoot up the place or rob us. And there was no other persons around in costume. Do keep in mind, those people WILL not answer the door to you if you look like that. Chances are that they may come to their door with a weapon. So if you don't want to loose your life while getting candy. PICK A COSTUME THAT WONT RAISE RED FLAGS! Thank you guys for reading this! I hope you had a fantastic and safe halloween. And I hope that this will help for the future halloween.

[xalwaysmaggiex]

Allow me to reintroduce myself.

My name is Margaret 

but I'm Maggie, Magz or Bubbles to most people. 

I’m a 38 year old mom of 4 from Ohio.

I have 4 biological children.

I am a birth mother too which means I carried a child for an awesome couple who couldn't have children. 

I am a free spirit!

My 13 year old is a cancer survivor. He had Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia and almost died. I thank GOD every day that he is here and we have a chance to see him grow and become the awesome human that he is.

My children have ADHD and the boys have O.D.D. so it can make for some “fun” days. lol

I love my babies! They are my world.

I enjoy writing poetry, cooking, drawing, hanging out with my family, playing video games, reading, and trying new things.

Some weird things I collect include stickers, unicorns, and candles, and washi tape.

I love to skateboard. 

Bam Margera, Bucky Lasek and Tony Hawk are my favorite pro boarders.

My favorite wrestlers include Jeff Hardy, Edge, Rey Mysterio and Cody Rhodes.

I like sloths, the platypus, orcas and turtles.

I make lists to keep me organized

.

I like to watch shows like The Flash, Supernatural, Law & Order SVU, Law & Order Organized Crime, WWE Raw, Tanked, Blue Bloods, The Chase, Wheel of Fortune, and Family Feud.

My favorite holiday is Halloween. 

I love anything to do with the Paranormal and supernatural. 

My favorite colors are black, red and purple.

I’m a huge Adam Sandler fan. 

My favorite movies include (but not limited to) The WaterBoy, Happy Gilmore, Grown Ups 2, The Crow, Fast & Furious Franchise, The Scream Franchise, Central Intelligence, Night School, Jurassic World Series, 10 Things I Hate About You, Sweet Home Alabama, The Notebook, Mama Mia, and many more.

My favorite musicians include Nirvana, Korn, Linkin Park, Metallica, H.I.M., Papa Roach, Backstreet Boys, Garth Brooks, and Limp Bizkit.

I am a fan of all things supernatural and spooky.

I am a horror movie junkie. 

I'm a huge bookworm. Give me a title of a book and chances are I have already read it.

 I am a huge HOCUS POCUS fan and can recite the movie word for word. lol

 I am pretty much an open book and get along with everyone!

Well thanks for reading this introduction and thanks for following me!

Have any questions? Feel free to drop me a line!

~*~Maggie`*~

[library-of-ohara]

hello friends! thank you for providing us with such a fun event, can it be April already? 🤧 if anyone of you feels inspired from it, can i request grocery shopping headcanons with Law, Thatch, Sanji and Robin? like would they scold you for buying too many sweets or do they leave you at the checkout to fetch something they forgot and you panic like when you did when your parents did the same? lol just thinking out loud 🤣 i'm sure i will love everything you come up with! thanks a lot!!

Request fulfilled by @cyborg-franky

Robin

Chaos, she lives for it.

She will let you get whatever you want, she doesn’t mind.

If it’s Halloween she’ll add almost every decoration she can find in the store, deal with it, this is your life now.

100% takes all the free samples, she has many hands, a sample for each right?

She enjoys watching badly behaved kids run around and trip over, the delight on her face when the little shit walks into something.

A fun person to shop with, will always coax you into shopping at strange times of night because that’s when all the lunatics come out, she enjoys being around ‘interesting’ people despite how you cling to her when the guy arguing with the can of baked beans makes eye contact with you.

Neither of you is going to be the one that reminds the other you need more than coffee and Halloween decorations for substance.

Law -Every time he hears a child scream you can feel he has this look on his face even if you can’t see it. - Is the type to move someone’s cart if it’s in the middle of the lane. - Law is already mentally done with the trip the second you set foot in the place. - Hears a child crying and just nods his head and mumbles ‘mood’ under his breath. - You have to bribe him with coffee to get him in and to shop. - Has very few opinions on things but will be vocal if he doesn’t like something. - Tries his best not to throw hands at the next person who gives him and his tattoos a shitty look. - Sometimes you decide to leave him on the magazine row and do the shopping yourself. - It takes you both as a pair two hours of him dragging his feet and being unhappy to shop whereas it takes him five minutes by himself. - Just rooms everything into the cart regardless of if you need it.

Sanji

Has like five shopping lists.

Spends like an hour caressing the melons and other produce to make sure he’s getting the best.

Will fight to the death with the man at the fish counter over prices.

Will fight to the death with the cheese guy if he thinks he’s being cheaped out on quality.

Will fight to the death with the meat guy who cut a piece with too much fat.

Just expect a battle over everything.

Also mansplains all the wines as you pass them, he gives you like an hour-long ‘pros and cons’ of this wine versus this when all you wanna do is get smashed this weekend on the £2.99 bottle of red with the clip art font on the front.

You can have whatever you want as long as he gets to check the label.

He will also fight you to the death if you pick up instant noodles or microwave meals.

Thatch

Thatch is just an angel.

He might spend too long picking out bread, you notice how much his hair looks like a fancy loaf.

He can’t walk past the fruit section without picking up a pineapple and making a joke about Marco.

You beat him to it now, just to speed things along.

It’s you who needs to have a magazine to hand when he’s shopping in the hair care section.

He’s talking about how he needs like eight bottles of the £10.99 brand, or his hair will just not behave for him.

Puns, puns oh lord puns.

“We need to grab some buns” “I’ll give you some buns to grab” -EYEBROW WAGGLES IN 4D-

He’s fun though, he lets you have some bad things and treats as well as good choices.

Likes to use the cart to whiz along, enjoy a forty something year old man going 'weee'

[gods-favorite-autistic]

the rtc kids having a movie night headcanons ?

Oooooh yes

They always have it at Mischa’s house since they always end up having at least one horror movie on the list and Noel and Ocean scream so loud

They all pick one movie and Constance, without fail, always picks either Grease or Last Night In Soho

Noel loves Look At Me, I’m Sandra Dee

He likes performing along with the movie and always ends up staring at Ocean during the “lousy with virginity” line until she’s comes out as ace and then he stares at Mischa because he once drunkenly told him he’s a virgin

Noel is a theatre kid so he always brings a musical movie

Ocean likes coming of age films but specifically The Breakfast Club

Ricky once brought the Cats movie just to torture Noel

(Ocean paid him 5 bucks to do it)

Penny likes schlocky horror so she always brings some sort of slasher

She really likes Slumber Party Massacre 2

Ricky likes action movies but specifically Star Wars

He has been banned from bringing Star Wars after he exclusively brought the first movie four times in a row

Every time they watch a horror movie it’s starts with Ocean and Noel being on opposite sides of the room and ends with them digging their nails into each other’s skin

Mischa is a big fan of Danny Zuko

Mischa says he wants to perform along the movie to You’re the One That I Want but he doesn’t have a Sandy which is immediately responded by Noel springing up like a goddamn jack-in-the-box

And that’s the story of how Noel and Mischa starts dating

Every Halloween and every Christmas Noel’s choice is The Nightmare Before Christmas

No one is complaining

Ocean once got so scared during a horror movie that she started hyperventilating and they had to shut the movie off to calm her down

Safe to say that movie is now banned

They are divided into two sides: The ones that like M&M’s in their popcorn, and the ones that will instantly die

Except for Constance, who just dips popcorn into Nutella (try it it tastes delicious)

Constance brings sweets for everyone

Every times it’s someone’s birthday they have to include Happy Death Day it’s the law

Mischa has a Burger King crown that Ricky got him that says King Of Horror and it has drawn on blood on it

When Nischa got together Ricky made Noel and matching crown that says Queen Of Horror

Penny likes cuddling during movies

Their pizza orders are all super specific especially Penny and Ricky’s which are somehow the exact same

It includes pineapple and ham

Noel is literally the only normal one because he gets just cheese on his and literally nothing else

Sometimes the pizza place gets it wrong and puts either sausage or pepperoni on the pizza and he always gives away the toppings

If it’s pepperoni Ocean gets it if it’s sausage Mischa gets it

They all have an undying hatred for Disney that none of them understand

[tsunderedoctor]

Can it be a fun light hearted kind of spooky. Something involving Brook I guess. He doesn't have to be in it. He's just the first character that comes to mind.

So I decided to do a bunch of characters! I hope that's okay, I wanted to do something involving them watching a horror movie with you on Halloween! So please enjoy!!

OP Babies Watching Scary Movies with You

the ones who hide behind you

-Usopp, Nami, Chopper, Penguin, Shachi, Bepo, Cora-san, Ace

the ones who let you hide behind them

-Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Franky, Robin, Jinbei, Ichiji, Sabo, Baby 5, Katakuri, Marco, Kaku

the ones who scream 

-Sanji, Cora-san

the ones who expected every jump scare

-Law, Killer, Crocodile, Mihawk, Perona, Reiju, Benn, Hawkins, Marco, Lucci

the ones who have nightmares after

-Chopper, Bepo, Usopp, Ace

the ones laughing as people die

-Doffy, Yonji, Ulti, 

the ones trying to scare you

-Luffy, Zoro, Niji, Shanks, Bartolomeo, Black Maria

the one who relates to the skeletons

-Brook

the one who is too pretty to be scared

-Hancock

[insertsickusername13]

First Visits - Richjake

prompt: an ‘I thought I lost you’ kiss

warnings: drugs, but it’s like, painkillers because. I mean. Halloween.

Word count: 2595

this was not beta read or even edited (i did proofread!! hopefully there are no typos) so please have mercy. I tried I promise.

Everyone — even Rich’s brother, who was older and wiser, the one meant to be Rich’s protector— seemed to think that just because the tragedy was technically over, the pain was gone. Rich had woken from his burn-induced coma over a week ago, in the early days of December. He was hardly aware of the month; day; time — he couldn’t feel the cold, couldn’t see the dark unless the artificial lights in his hospital room were dimmed just enough.

His friends came to visit him. Though there was a rift between him and Jake (and therefore a rift between him and Brooke, him and Chloe, him and Jenna, all girls that would side with him during a fight), Christine sat by his bed, Brooke gave him a haircut while the doctors weren’t looking, and Michael made him watch Pirates of the Caribbean because, “according to the internet, this is the peak bisexual experience.”

They somehow seemed to miss the fact that his skin had fucking boiled. That the bandages weren’t just there for show, but to protect the raw red from the outside atmosphere. Michael would lean too close, pressing up against Rich’s arm, and Rich would have to bite back a scream of utter agony. Brooke touched the back of his neck with her scissors and the world had blurred out of existence for almost three minutes. He didn’t want them to know, obviously. He wanted them to view him as strong; view the fire as a fluke rather than a build-up of anxiety and fears that didn’t go away with the flames. They weren’t still there, hiding in the tears he cried when no one was looking and the nightmares no one but he knew he had. He was fine.

And high. A lot. On a billion different painkillers — pills, shots, creams that made his whole body numb. Maybe they thought he laughed so hard at stupid jokes because he was relieved to have the SQUIP out of his head, or that he was so spacey because he was still getting used to talking for himself. 

Yeah. No. The truth was simple: he was high as fuck. 

That was his excuse for kissing Jake, at least.

Jake had shown up after visiting hours, a show of just how much the rules bent for Jake Dillinger. Deadlines? Nope. The fucking law? No underage drinking? Jake had held whole conversations with cops while so drunk he could barely remember his own name. He was something else. 

(Something amazing, something beautiful, something Rich hurt. Good lord, Rich had hurt Jake.)

He’d stopped in the doorway just long enough for him to scan the room — make sure it was empty, probably, that he wasn’t going to have to face Rich’s brother’s prodding questions or Brooke’s expectant gaze. His eyes widened when they landed on Rich. 

“You’re awake,” he breathed out. He cast a glance back over his shoulder, out at the hallway. Rich could see his brain plotting his escape, and it was that which drove him to speak so quickly and desperately. 

“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.”

Jake hesitated. The action in and of itself was quiet — muted and resigned, like Jake was just as out of it as Rich was. 

God, Rich was so out of it. He should be crying. Jake was here. After weeks of waiting, of staring at the door even when every single one of his friends were already by his side, Jake was here. In front of him. Looking soft. His hair had grown out longer than Rich had ever seen it. He was in a wheelchair, but that was the last thing on Rich’s mind until he realized it was his fault.

“Yeah,” Jake whispered, looking down at his lap, “Yeah. Fuck. Okay. I… I can do that.”

Rich smiled lazily as Jake wheeled over to the left side of the bed. A practiced action, Rich noticed, though the world was blurry and slowly fading out of existence. Jake had done that before. He’d been here before. Probably while Rich was still in his coma. Maybe afterward? If he usually came this late at night. 

“Creep,” Rich giggled, “The fuck are you doing here so late? Tryin’ tah get a look at sir sleepin’ beauty?”

It was late enough that the lights in the hospital had dimmed. They weren’t completely out, they never were, but it was dark enough that Rich missed Jake’s blush. (Of course, he’d missed it back when he was squipped too, out in broad daylight. He never noticed the red when he pressed himself up close to Jake’s side or grabbed his hand to lead him somewhere.)

“Jesus, Rich, what drugs are you on?”

“Lotta. They’re supposed to make me sleepy. Jus’make me warm, though. Cozy.”

“Cozy?”

“Mhmmm,” Rich hummed, head lolling to the side — closer to Jake, closer to this expression that was more worried than mad. “Ya make me cozy too.”

Thoughtlessly, he reached out for Jake— not for anything specific, just in Jake’s general direction. Jake seemed to understand his intentions and offered up his hand. There were bandages up to the second knuckles on Rich’s fingers, but there was just enough mobility left for him to get a grip around three of Jake’s fingers. Jake remained still.

“Awww, Jakey,” Rich whispered, “Hold me baaack—”

Jake was staring at their hands. Slowly, he said, “Burns, Rich. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Rich felt an unexplainable sob bubble up in his chest. No, no, no, not in front of Jake, of all people. Rich had to be strong and safe and stable. No therapists, no doctors, no psychiatrists asking questions Rich didn’t want to think about.

“You should wanna hurt me,” Rich cried, his bottom lip wobbling. Jake’s gaze shot up from their hands to Rich’s, expression split in half. 

“What? No, Richie, no I— I don’t want to hurt you.”

Rich felt helpless, lying where he was. Jake was sitting up— like this, he was taller than Rich, looking down on him. It had always been like this, but before the fire, with the SQUIP in his head, it had felt like Rich had the upper hand. Now he was lost. Lost and confused in this warm, weird fog. 

So he let go of Jake’s hand. Jake stayed exactly where he’d been, hand limp, waiting for Rich to return as he propped himself up against his elbows and pillows to finally get himself in a sitting position. Sitting like this, without sleep something he could so easily slip into the (temporary) safety of, Jake felt more real. This wasn’t a dream. He was here for some godforsaken reason. 

Rich didn’t take Jake’s hand again. Jake pulled it back into his lap and stared at it like he had something to be ashamed of, as if it wasn’t Rich who had fucked up so royally bones were shattered and skin was marred. 

“You…” Rich tried, his tongue feeling heavy. His eyelids, too. His head. His skin tightened around his bones. Fuck. Fuck. Jake shouldn’t be here. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“You asked me to stay,” Jake whispered, sounding small. It was so wrong — Jake was confident, Jake was tall. Jake didn’t feel or sound small. That wasn’t right. 

“I wanna… you…” the drugs must be wearing off. He could feel the pain ebbing back into his system and clarity forcing its way through his brain. “I want you here.”

“But—”

“You weren’t supposed to come in the first place, or want to come, or—” Rich wasn’t going to cry in front of Jake— that was something he couldn’t emotionally handle—but with the drugs wearing off, the guilt was becoming all the more real. He did this. Jake was in a wheelchair because of him. Jake was staring at his hands with glassy eyes because Rich broke his trust. (Was broke even the right word in a situation like this? Shattered? Mangled?)

Jake shrugged helplessly. Then, “Wanted to make sure you were alright, I guess.”

“No, no, no, no—Jake, you don’t get it—”

“What?” 

His voice was refracted through the hospital air, reaching Rich so lightly he was barely sure it was real. 

Rich was forced to pause. He could feel his frustration growing in the same way it had back when he had the SQUIP. Restlessly, like lightning. Shooting around his insides, forcing his fists to clench even though it hurt every skin cell on his hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. He wanted to scream. He wanted to tear the hospital apart. 

Jake wasn’t supposed to be here. It was obvious now, with the pain and the guilt and the blurred vision. Jake should not be here. 

“You’ve gotta go,” Rich said. His words tore through the room, so much louder than anything else spoken between them— it had been all whispers and tears, guarded words and gazes, but now Rich was yelling,  transparent and desperate to get what he wanted as soon as humanly possible. He needed Jake away from him. 

“You’ve gotta go,” he repeated, “You’ve gotta go now, Jake, now—”

“No?! What the hell, Rich, you don’t get to tell me to go after you burned down m—”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you, Jake, oh my god—” there were tears now. Rich blinked and they fell down his face, wet with shame and… shit, was it heartbreak? It’d only been ten minutes, Rich thought it would’ve taken longer for Jake to break him all over again.

“Okay, well. Fuck you. I’m not leaving.”

“Yes, you—”

“No. I’m right here.”

To emphasize his point, he clicked on the brakes of his wheelchair. Rich reveled in that for a moment, furious beyond action. How was he supposed to respond to this, other than to scream and throw a fit?

Jake reached out in the silence, never going as far as to touch Rich, but he placed his hand at the edge of the bed, palm up, ready to be held if Rich chose to do so. 

“No,” Rich choked out. His throat felt like it was going to be torn in two. It was the kind of pain tied to crying, the kind that tried to stop you from saying the words necessary to convey the agony experienced in your mind. “No, Jake, I lost you, man. I fucked—I fucked up so bad. I—”

Because Rich was selfish, he took Jake’s hand into both of his own and cradled it against his chest, a valuable never to be lost; a moment he swore to himself never to forget purely out of fear he may never experience anything like it again. 

“I broke you,” he said, his voice strained with pain and Jake’s bloodshot eyes. “I broke you and I fucked you over and— and I called you stupid because I knew you hated it and I made you feel like shit so I could make me feel better… without…fuck, Jake, I lost you. I—” 

Rich couldn’t breathe. Jake didn’t seem to understand why. He shook his head slowly, seemingly at a complete loss for words, something Rich had never seen him do before.

“Rich,” he whispered. Rich could feel Jake’s hands shaking in his grasp. “Rich, you— you could never lose me. You didn’t lose me. I’m right here. Always—I’m always gonna be right here.”

Jake looked terrified by his own words and even more so by their implications. It was a confession in its own way—not necessarily romantic, as Rich so desperately hoped it was—but an I love you nonetheless. Jake loved him. 

“Never?” Rich asked, his voice cracking. The burns hurt. God, they hurt. He’d need to call a nurse soon. Really fucking soon, but the nurses tended to scare his friends (Brooke getting all tense, his brother avoiding eye contact) and Jake was already too vulnerable; any disturbance might send him running. 

“Never. I swear it.”

There was only one conceivable response to such a false promise. Even just the saccharine hope that maybe Jake was telling the truth (that maybe Rich hadn’t messed up as badly as he thought, that maybe Jake really did care for him and it wasn’t all a ruse for the rest of the school to appreciate, a friendship out of convenience) made it worth saying, despite the absolute terror of it. 

“So—” Rich tried, still holding Jake’s hand despite the pain spreading across his palms and forearms. He thought the outer layer of him might simply peel off, the bandages taking his skin with them. “So, if, if say… say I didn’t—” he sucked in a breath through his teeth and purposefully ignored the way Jake’s lips parted with concern. (There was no real concern, Rich lost him. Jake was gone. Whatever this was, it was temporary. Born out of guilt more than love.)

“Say I didn’t want us to just…just be friends.”

As Rich spoke, Jake gripped one of Rich’s hands and fucking squeezed. A wretched, visceral scream of agony built up Rich’s throat and was only suppressed by the instinctive need to keep Jake as close as possible.

“I just said I’m not leaving. We’re friends, Rich—”

“No, Jake, fuck, I meant—”

Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. 

And through the haze of acid, fire, red, flames, ice, drowning, peeling blisters, Rich grabbed Jake by his shirt and pulled him in, rough and desperate. Just to feel the realness of him before he disappeared again. Just in case this was a dream, just in case Jake was lying and would never come back to him. For all the what ifs and firsts Rich would never get to experience because, no matter what promises Jake offered up in the darkness of this hospital room, Rich lost him. He bruised every memory he had with Jake and scraped away whatever fragile romance they may have ever had. He fucked up and he lost everything. 

Everything except Jake, apparently. Because Jake was kissing him back. 

It was so much more hesitant than Rich’s rushed, panic-induced kiss—slow, scared, overflowing with bitter doubt and deep-rooted prejudice. There was relief in it, too. It was the relief that did Rich in. 

He felt safe for the first time since the fire, and without the terror of losing Jake driving every breath, all that was left were the burns. And the fucking pain.

Jake pulled away first. Rich was paralyzed even after Jake leaned back and studied him, searching for more answers than could ever be provided. 

“Rich…?”

“Hurt,” Rich breathed, almost inaudible. “Hurt, it hurts, it hurts—”

“What?” Panic. In Jake’s voice. He was sitting up, instinctively trying to stand despite his legs. “Where? Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nurse. Now. Plea—please. Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop, Jake. Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake—”

He thought he was going to die all over again. And if that were to be the case, he decided Jake was going to be the last name he ever said. Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake, Jake.

Voices. Loud. His eyes were squeezed shut by now, his body unable to handle the sensation of the burns and the dim light. Too much. It was all too much.

He didn’t know how it ended. There was no fading to black, no sudden relief. One second he was suffocating in the sun, and the next everything was foggy and the lights in his hospital room were bright again. 

Brooke was there. Jeremy, Michael, and Christine too. 

And Jake, who still had his hand sitting palm-to-the-sky on Rich’s bed, waiting for Rich to take it.

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@lovely-blue-galaxy this is my thank u for the fanart, it was beautiful. take my offering of gratitude. I hope it is up to your expectations

[spookykittyboo]

Dear, Michael

Part 2

Summary: Few years before the happening of Halloween 2018, Michael has managed to escaped the sanitarium for 6 month before he was captured back. PART 1

A little change of plan; There will he a part 3

Honorable Tag: @spookyscaryslashy

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"A bus crashed, involving many mental institute patients around the highway of Haddonfield, Illinois. With the number of 15 passangers, including a driver and 2 law officer involved, 2 passengers still in search. Police say-"

She threw the remote far, to the red couch pushing her head down and tried to breath out of her own fear. A small light ignited deep in her chest the moment she started to realized the horror she might face tonight, might be more than the constant knocking from little kids wearing eye catching classic costumes.

A sudden need, pushed her feet to move and pressured herself to go earlier than she planned. "I need to..."

...

The night was still young, a laughing sound of those running little kids were heard from outside, on the street. "What am i supposed to think? He's on the loose again and search for redemption?" she was in doubt, as to what has the man she once felt, turn into now? Is he still the soul she once saw deep inside or he's drench in more blood than he ever was? Did the hunger consume him? She feared.

"Come baby, we have to-" as she put him im her arms two knocking was heard from the front door. Then came the third and fourth before someone called her name.

"Yes?" she left the door open, entirely.

"We need to assure everyone is safe in this neighbourhood, there's been 2 people found murdered and we need, once again to make sure that everyone stays inside and lock their door..."

"Do you know who is it?" she shot the question straight from her head. Too afraid to know the truth he will spit right at her face.

"We... uh... we'll keep everyone in touch. For every new updates to come." the officer was awfully drenched in sweats and fear.

"I-i was planning on to go out of-"

"Miss, we suggest everyone to stay inside and be safe of whatever it is around them and that includes you." There was a resemblance on both of their faces, but her was sprinkled with a little bit of forlorness.

She missed him. But was it worth it, all those nights she spent longing for him, was it worth for all those life he pulled from each of them?

He excused himself. Leaving her alone with an opened door. "Michael, is this your doing?" she asked to the air surrounding her. The idea of him being free, on his own will turned her stomach sick, the thing he can do just with his own two hands.

Where is this feeling of missing him?

Am i afraid of him?

Am i turning my back from all of those memories?

...

She watched the little boy toying around in front of her. A laughter and a little noise of his tiny steps. She realized the burning flame tormenting her in her chest. Something she wouldn't confess, the truth she chose to pushed away. A cruel yet something she can't avoid.

It's not you around me, that i fear... her eyes were glistening with tears.

It's how you're nature would react to a part of you being born... the reflection of the little boy was shown on her eyes. It was all him that she can see now.

....

"EVIL DIES TONIGHT!"

The screaming of those who were in rage by the angel of death. The way he painted red all over town with the blood of his victim. And tonight, he brought more than he can count.

The mass brought themselves passed your house, armouring themselves with whatever they can land their eyes on.

You were alarmed as their voice echoed through your head. It was a signal, warning of the danger circling around. You rose from the chair you sat on, went to the window to see the raging crowd. You pushed the white curtain to the side, but before you could focus on the one thing you wanted three knocking were heard on your wooden door.

Are they looking for me?

Do they suspect anything from the many months he spent in this house?

...

"Yes." she open little of the door, showing only half of her face. An action difference created by her doubts and fear of being caught sympathizing a monster.

"Michael Myers, he's on the run. He killed 3 teenagers and a few other people, we have a plan to end him. A lot of people are coming with us, do you want to join us?"

"I-i don-"

"We need more people with us..."

Then, a sudden noise made his eyes moved to the side, wondering what's inside the half opened door, other than the pale, saddened face. A sound worth of suspicion present itself behind the door, followed by a little voice of awe. She dropped her head to the air, while it felt like all the air inside of her lungs, sucked out of her body in a second.

She knew. He was there.

"Is there... someone other than you here?" the man asked, still with his eyes wandering, trying to sneak a peek of what's behind the door. "I can just-" he tried to push the door away to make a way for his entrance, but she was quick to turn his offer down. Pushing the door front a little to deny him, she put all five finger behind the door to hold it. "N-no no. I-i-it's me and my son. He's a kid... a baby..." she stuttered. "We'll be okay. Thank you for your offer." she backed away as a sign of cutting the conversation to an end. Closed the door and leaned her back on it for a few inhale of air.

She started to feel the creeping horror of what it could went to. But it was all now behind her. They're gone. But now...

...

They say it alls well and ends well if you just let it go and put it well behind you. Put it in a well made box, crafted by two of your hands. Nevertheless, it's all nonsense. I still think about him yet, the fear still strikes me each time. Fear of the future to come, to see him again. Either it's once in forever or a stay put romance, the thought of him will always haunts me. The good and the bad.

I collected all the courage i had, shove myself to the living room, with no lie i lay to myself my eyes were trying so hard not to close themselves as i brace myself for the worst possibilities to come.

But he was nowhere to be found. The thought of finding a tall, bloodied figure in the middle of the fire bright living room turned to a wind flying in open air. Nothing. He was all i found laying on the floor, with no tears, no death worth of screaming. Just in his usual self, looking up to me. I lifted him up, carried him in my arms. "Hey, baby, look at me. Are you okay? Do you-" a noise was heard coming from he kitchen, of a heavy untensil fell down to the floor. Unsure of the occurance happening there, i stepped my left feet to start moving myself, before i was stopped.

I just stopped. My whole body froze, as i was nailed to the ground, and he was there. Appeared with one step from the kitchen, came to the light. I saw him. In his glorious figure, in a never before seen flame that burned him, even burned half of his skin. That goddamn mask...

"Michael?"

With a clear reason in front of my eyes, i held him tighter, with no worry of suffocating him. He was a bit uneasy of the view the tall man present in front of him. He lingered his hands around me, desprately tried to seek for help.

Oh, sweet little boy.

"Y-you're back." a failed attempt of holding back my tears met the reality i was in. It was all over the place, my head was going to split in two. But he was finally here.

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[ticklytums]

It Begins With A Smile

(Luz runs into an unwanted visitor on a potion scavenging attempt, but things take an interesting, childish turn when a weakness is accidentally exposed and Golden Guard learns of a new way to mess with the human.

Warning: Contains fluff and the adorableness of two traumatized children getting to act like children and slowly giggle their way into friendship! Not intended to be GoldenLuz but can be if you want it to be)

“Crammity…”

Sure. It figured. Every time Luz was on her own she seemed to fall into some sort of terrible situation. And this one seemed to include warping mushrooms that she never seemed to be able to grasp before they vanished at her fingertips. Why did all these witch potions include the most unconventional, hard to get ingredients?

“Would you get over here!” Luz hissed as she clawed at one of the flighty mushrooms, before watching the thing vanish and appear once more inches from her. This wasn’t…technically legal, that the young witchling knew. Then again, being under Eda’s mentorship basically screamed ‘I do illegal things all the time!’ Warping mushrooms weren’t meant to be picked until they ripened some more, but…this potion called for ‘young shrooms.’

It’s fine. It could be worse.

“Ah, up to more mischief I see! Who knew a little human could be such trouble…”

And it just got worse.

Luz’s eyes slid shut in absolute dread. She refused to turn her head towards the source of the voice that was just radiating smug teenager energy. Nope, she wasn’t dealing with that jerk’s antics today. Forget the mushrooms. Eda could wait for her ingredients.

Picking up Eda’s staff, the witchling immediately turned around and started her path home—only to yelp as she nearly slammed face first into the Golden Guard.

“It seems you just can’t help being on the wrong end of the law, can you?” the smug prodigy sing-songed. “You know it isn’t legal to pick those mushrooms yet, right?”

“I’m NOT picking them!” Luz growled as she tried to step past the guard. “Now get out of my way.”

The older boy didn’t seem intent to do such, instead merely blocking the girl with his staff as she attempted to advance. He prodded her pointedly with his mechanical staff. “So what are you doing here then?”

As the staff made the blunt and yet gentle connection with her belly, Luz almost felt a squeak slip out. It took a moment to compose herself. “I don’t have to answer you.”

“Yeeees. You. Do!” the guard chirped and he punctuated each word with a light prod against her. Every time he did Luz seemed to suck in her breath and twitch. The prodigy blinked at the response, watching the human as she tensed from the jab of his staff, and looked like she was gritting her teeth quite a bit.

“Oh, what? Am I hurting you?” he scoffed disdainfully at the thought. Humans were pathetic, but Titan, he at least assumed the girl that stood up against Emperor Belos and took a couple good blows from both of them wasn’t so frail. He jabbed her lightly a few more times. “I know your kind is weak, but-“

He was cut off by the small giggling snort that burst from the teen before she could stop it, and she clasped a hand hurriedly over her mouth, before shoving the staff away with her other hand. “Would you knock it off!” Luz snapped, reining in control of her giggles.

The older boy tilted an eyebrow, perplexed. That wasn’t the reaction he expected to provoke… Curious, Golden Guard jabbed at her again, only this time he made the poke deliberately softer, and wiggled the end of the staff a bit. The ticklish jolt made Luz let off a laugh. And he did it again, smirking in delight when she kept trying to get away from it.

Well, that was…an interesting reaction. Living the life he had, Golden Guard hadn’t exactly been granted the luxury to engage in juvenile play, and he had little experience with tickling.

But that was about to change.

“Well, well, well…” the prodigy taunted the other indignant and increasingly nervous teenager. “What an interesting and may I say rather adorable development. You humans are just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Luz finally snapped to attention and the guard had only a millisecond to react as balls of flames were tossed towards his face, crackling passed him. The boy effortlessly dodged them and his staff deflected a few icicles with a chuckle. His amusement was just fueling Luz’s annoyance.

“Oh now now,” the guard admonished teasingly as he simply avoided her little tantrum by holding her back with his staff. “No need to throw such a fuss, I’m just playing around!”

Luz gave a growl and shot a murderous glare as much as she could to the older kid. “And what after that? Going to cart me off to Emperor Belos, are you?”

“Hmm, well I suppose I should!” the boy said with a sigh as his maroon eyes sparkled mischievously under the golden mask. “But where would the fun be in that already, hm?” After all, he wasn’t done experimenting.

Luz growled and positioned an ice glyph on the ground, stepping upwards so she could launch up into the sky. The prodigy was impressed and barrel rolled out of target range as several fireballs singed the red grass. With a crimson flash he disappeared, and Luz let off a squeal as she felt a poke against her side.

“Would you-!” Furiously, the girl spun around—only to see the flickers of magic disappearing as he vanished again. And the moment she turned, he was back as his fingers ghosted over both sides.

A laugh tumbled out of the teenaged girl as her knees bent slightly in instinct and she furiously took a swipe—only to smack uselessly at empty air. “-fihihight me normally, you-you jerk!”

The Golden Guard appeared back in his original spot and gave an amused laugh. “Oh, I could…but it’s much more fun to mess with ya!” He watched the human sift through her pockets frantically.

“Well I’m not in the mood to be messed with!” the girl snapped. She rose Eda’s staff but before it could connect with the jerk’s head, he disappeared in a flickering streak of red light. “Huh? Wh-ah!” And then reappeared with an arm having hoisted her up off the ground.

“I’ve noticed,” Golden Guard responded smugly. “I suppose I have to enact my duty and punish someone who would dare to harm an official of the royal court.” His smirk grew when he felt the girl tense, before the frantic kicking resumed.

“Let go of me, you creep! I’ll-I’ll burn that ugly Halloween mask off your face!”

“You don’t think I’ve noticed you’ve run out of glyphs?” the older teen responded mischievously, and he laughed as the color drained from her face. “Yeeeah, I don’t think you’ll be doing much, human! Ah, except maybe laughing yourself to insanity.”

Luz’s eyes widened but before she could snap anything back she felt the gentle wiggle of fingers trace along her side. “N-no!” The witchling let off a string of Spanish curses as she struggled not to burst into laughter. That attempt failed when the boy’s fingers switched the target area to her belly and grinned when laughter began to bubble from her.

“Well your kind is just full of sensitivity! And wiggles!” he practically crooned at the poor girl, who at this point was just a laughing ball. He watched in amusement as she attempted to curl her legs up and limit the access to her tummy, but he easily maneuvered back to it.

“S-stohahap!” Luz squealed frantically as she was reduced to embarrassing snorts and hearty peals of laughter as his fingers skittered everywhere. She kicked against the ground and tried to fumble out her threats, but it was useless and tears pricked at her eyes.

This was such an unexpected and entertaining turn of events from the dreary day the guard was expecting, he’d have to thank the human later. Despite her earlier attack on him, the prodigy felt no inclination to harm her. To do so would ruin the fun! And he rather liked this little game, toying with the younger kid as a cat might with a mouse.

“Never really got to experience this growing up. What’s it like, human?”

Luz’s hiccups and wriggles had finally granted her some leeway as she managed to pry an arm free. Fine! So that’s the way he wanted to play? “Well why don’t you see for your-SELF!” And suddenly her spare hand plunged towards the older kid’s ribs.

The effect was absolutely instant.

“Wh-ahahahat!?” The teenager let off a giggling yelp as he stumbled, and it gave Luz the perfect opportunity to twist around and lunge furiously at the boy. She didn’t really think about running at the moment, too intent on delivering back what was just served to her. However, even she didn’t expect the squeaky laughter that burst from the guard as she dug into his ribs.

The older boy’s genuine laugh was so…bubbly and boyish, sounding ten years younger than he was. It was riddled with snorts already and despite herself Luz couldn’t help the way her lips tilted up a bit.

“Wow dude, your laugh is ridiculous. You sound like a pig.”

“I-I do not!” the boy attempted to snap, his laughter reaching a new octave as she drilled into his sides. “I’m totally dignified!” When her hands plunged towards his tummy he squeaked and curled up. This time Luz actually laughed.

“Oh yeah, totally dignified. So, who can’t take it now, bird face?” She switched the scribbles to softly ghosting his sides, and that seemed to drive him even more wild. The poor kid attempted a spell, and Luz watched in great amusement as the magic barely made a spark before he lost his concentration. In his struggles his mask had actually slipped off his face, giving Luz a full view for the first time of this kid.

She knew he was a ‘genius teen prodigy’ but for the first time she actually got to see the kid like her, with his boyish and slightly chubby cheeks and a face of youth just as much as it was one of trauma. Watching his face crinkle up in an almost joyful fashion made Luz nearly forget who it was she was dealing with.

“H-human unhahahand mehehe! I demand you to or you’ll saHAHAFFER THE-!” But he couldn't finish that threat as the laughter cut him off. Luz’s hands were clawing at his stomach and had found a rhythm that was driving him up the wall.

“The great teen prodigy, taken down by a little tickling! From a human!” Luz teased the boy. “Wait until I tell Eda! Oh no, better yet! Wait until I tell Lilith!”

“N-not if I have anything to say a-about it!” Golden Guard growled as he finally managed to reach out and tweak at Luz’s side.

“Ah!” Luz let off a giggling yelp as her body faltered trying to keep the older kid pinned down. She tried to jerk towards the side to avoid his grab, but it was making her wobble, and threaten to tumble off of him. “Y-you’re just a sore loser that can’t handle thahat he’s being beaten by a human!”

Both of their staffs were in easy reach and both witchlings easily could have grabbed for their actual weapons, but neither seemed inclined to do so. If anything, they seemed to have forgotten their hostility only moments prior in the wake of this bizarre game of trying to out tickle the other.

“Beaten?” the guard scoffed through his giggles as his hands suddenly locked around the girl’s wrists in an attempt to overpower her. “Y-you’re giving yourself a generous compliment, human!” He shoved against Luz, who was also pushing against his arms now.

“I am, and I’m also gonna give you a dose of THIS!” Luz smirked, her hands darting up under the older teen’s arms. Her eyes widened in shock at the explosive reaction that invoked, and she watched him desperately dig his elbows into his sides to try and protect the sensitive spot. His kicking was just wild now.

“N-NAHAHAHA! S-STAHAHAP!”

Luz couldn’t help it. Despite the fact not a finger was touching her, she laughed genuinely. “Wooow, okay I didn’t expect you to go that nuts.” Found his worst spot it seemed. “I guess it has to be pretty bad if someone as proud as yourself is actually willing to beg for mercy!” That evil grin widened, like a mischievous younger sister. “And I’m not gonna give it.”

The sixteen year old was laughing helplessly now as he twisted about to try and get away from Luz’s mischievous and playful little pokes. She was evilly prodding and jabbing anywhere she could reach, from his tummy to his sides, and back up under his arms. “Do you give up yet?”

“I’m goHONNA FEED YOU TO A DE-DEMON!”  the guard squealed, tears of mirth in his eyes. A flailing hand waved around until it found her tummy to poke, invoking a squeak from Luz.

“Ah! Ahaha, hey!” Luz grappled with the hands, and by now the two were just…a giggling mess. Both were just laughing, ticklish kids that seemed to have forgotten this was even a battle to begin with and were treating it as way more of a game now.

“You’re not gonna win this fight with me, dude! I’ve been having tickle fights with my Mami since I was little!” And had decimated everyone at the owl house at least once by now.

The teenager laughed as he kept trying to pin the younger kid. “Yeah? Well I’m the Golden Guard, so I’m stronger than you!”

“You sure about that??”

Their bizarre and adorable tickle battle went on for another good couple minutes, the two putting aside their animosity as they just let themselves indulge in being children for once, without thinking about the opposing sides they were on, or the trauma they’d been through. Both kids were breathless by the end of it. Luz barely even remembered she was supposed to be out here collecting mushrooms, or that she was essentially playing with her enemy.

“I…totally won that, human,” the boy panted out smugly, and he yelped a bit as Luz shoved him back down to the ground. He was still so caught off guard he hadn’t even seen it coming.

“You didn’t win anything. You jerk.” She rolled her eyes but after a moment offered a hand to help him up. “…Wait, what were we even trying to win?”

He seemed just as perplexed, eyes looking around slowly as if he was trying to find some explanation. A flustered look came to his face and his maroon eyes narrowed at Luz as she gave a small snort.

“Well regardless!” he went on haughtily, as if he hadn’t just been a giggling mess a moment ago. “I hope you’ve learned not to mess with a royal guard. Unfortunately it didn’t appear as if the younger teenager looked the least bit intimidated. In fact she merely smirked.

“Oh you mean the royal guard that was just giggling and squealing like a five year old girl?” Luz laughed as the teenager scowled in fury and his blush deepened. “Yeah, I definitely won’t ‘mess’ with you again,” the kid teased.

Golden Guard grunted a bit as his fingers twitched. A look of turmoil crossed his face as he kept staring at the human. It was no use. She wasn’t afraid of him anymore. Technically she hadn’t been before but he at least knew she was wary of his presence. …That wasn’t the case now.

“Well…” The prodigy hopped up onto his staff and began to rise up into the air. “This was a warning, you know.” The staff flew closer to her and the butt of it bopped her in the stomach. “Next time I won’t be so nice, human.”

“Luz.”

The boy frowned. “Huh?”

“My name, it’s Luz.” Luz crossed her arms and lifted a brow. “You could at least dignify me with my real name, you know.” She watched him blink. “So what can I call you then?”

The older teen turned away at her imploring eyes as he once again attempted to harden the proverbial walls of his armor that this stupid human had begun to chip at today. “Golden Guard,” he muttered, and didn’t miss the way Luz’s shoulders seemed to slightly sag in disappointment. After a moment of consideration, his staff lit up.

Before Luz realized it, she had a small handful of warping mushrooms and she looked to the boy.

“Consider it a small gesture of goodwill,” he told her simply and he ignored the tiny smile she was giving him. “The mushrooms are over populated this year anyway. …Don’t lean too much into this. My mercy was a one time thing.”

Luz laughed softly and gave her strange adversary a wayward smile. “Right. …Uh…thanks.”

“Try to keep yourself out of trouble for once…Luz.”

The kid stuck her tongue out at him, and it earned a small look of amusement from the other. “Yeah, whatever. See you later then, I guess.” And then he was gone. Luz’s grip on the small mushrooms tightened. “…Golden Guard.”

[epicene-humanoid]

some trans Jeff thoughts:

he realized he was trans in elementary school and just went fuck it I'll just start introducing myself as Jeffery and see if anyone decides to stop me (as we know, jeff winger can get away with almost anything)

he got top surgery the second he could afford it (around the same time he started at his law firm), and probably bribed someone to keep it a secret

"I'm jeff winger and i would rather look at myself naked than the women I sleep with" are the words of a man proud of his transition

he's really insecure about his fashion sense, which is why he mostly dresses like the douchey guys at his firm in the start of the show, he thought you can't go wrong with the sleazy lawyer look

he will never admit it but he feels super good about the dean hitting on him, because the dean is a (cis) guy, acknowledging that Jeff is more manly than him

i think he starts out stealth and comes out to everyone one by one, probably starting with abed because he knows abed won't judge him and will probably just see it as an interesting backstory.

abed just says it's cool and maybe worth a prequel exploring Jeff's transition, and jeff asks him to predict how all of the members of the group will react to him coming out.

abed's predictions:

britta will be over-the-top supportive and do a ton of research about trans history, probably put together a slideshow just to prove how progressive she is, and jeff will be a little bit weirded out, but also touched that she did all that for him, though he would never let her know that

shirley will be confused, because she doesn't know how someone she trusts and knows so well could be part of a group she was raised to hate, but ultimately realizes that there's nothing actually against the lgbtq people in the bible, and, as a cool character development arch, starts to advocate against use of the bible to justify bigotry

troy will just think it over and decide that Jeff's physique and coolness are even awesomer knowing how much work he'd had to put in to be like that, and respects Jeff's manliness even more

annie will give him a hug, say something sweet about how she'll always love him, and worry about his health, because even she read somewhere that taking testosterone makes you more likely to have a heart attack, jeff will explain that the risk is still only as high a cis guy, and she'll be the one to always remind him to take his shots

peirce will say at best say "jeff winger used to be a chick?" and at worst call him a slur, either way there's sure to be a lot of misgendering from him, and pestering to know Jeff's deadname (needless to say, Jeff just doesn't tell peirce)

the whole group goes out of their way to keep their beach trips a secret from pierce (the girls don't want him there anyways, he's too liable to be creepy) even though jeff knows that even if pierce saw his scars, all he would have to do is make up a story about some childhood accident and pierce would never question it

sorry this ended up being super long. can I hear some of your headcanons for him?

YES ALL THIS!!! yes yes i’m fully accepting this as canon oh my god

i’m about to type a whole ass ESSAY at midnight because i have been DYING to talk about this for months ajfdksljk,,, this is going to be obscenely long and i might end up adding even more to it as i continue to rewatch the show because there is truly no shortage of trans jeff content (especially when you’re trans and see transness in every little thing ajdkslfkjs)

spoiler warning for literally everything about this show under the cut <3

i 100% agree, i feel like he realized he was trans super young, especially since in the show we see him as a little kid a couple of times. 

like look at little jeff with the oversized sweatshirt and little ponytail!! that’s childhood trans fashion. not to be dramatic but part of me thinks that jeff’s dad left before he fully came out to his family (which gives him even more angst about it, because until that one Thanksgiving episode, he’s never able to prove to his dad that he’s a better man), but part of me thinks that his dad left after he came out (which adds that spicy i-should-have-stayed-in-the-closet guilt that he has to work through). 

either way, because his dad wasn’t there, he had to base his concept of masculinity on something else, which was becoming a lawyer!! there’s some line that’s like “after the dust and divorce papers were settled the only man i looked up to was [the lawyer guy]”. like, replacing your father figure in your mind with the concept of “a job where you can talk your way in and out of anything and distort other people’s concept of reality”? that’s trans.

 and the fucking THANKSGIVING EPISODE... i struggle to watch it without crying hehe <3 yeowch! the dichotomy of willy jr. being the “wrong” kind of man because he’s “too soft” but jeff also not being enough despite adhering to all the social standards of masculinity... fuck!! this whole scene of him telling his dad “i am Not well adjusted” and talking about how he gave himself an “appendix surgery scar” when he was a kid and he still keeps the get-well-soon letters from his classmates under his bed? oh my god. the implication of people loving him not despite his scars but because of them?? trans. i can’t think about this episode for too long or i’ll start yelling.

OH and this scene? where he talks about how his mom got him a girl costume for halloween?? and everyone said “what a cute little girl�� and after a few houses he stopped correcting them?? and “once the shame and the fear wore off, i was just glad they thought i was pretty”?? THAT’S TRANS... the man needs validation oh my god... and then in all the halloween episodes we see he has these ultra-masculine costumes (a cowboy, David Beckham, one of the fast and furious guys even though he never watched the movies, a boxer with his DAD’S boxing gloves... god) costumes are about becoming something else and he always chooses to be hypermasculine and that is trans.

THE PHYSICAL EDUCATION EPISODE!!!!!!! being uncomfortable during P.E. is a queer experience. period. but him being specifically uncomfortable in the clothes someone else is assigning to him? trans. “are we gonna talk about clothes like a girl? or use tapered sticks to hit balls around a cushioned mat like a man?” TRANS. and him eventually stripping in public? celebration of transness. and the fact that he eventually becomes comfortable in both the uniform and his own style!! trans!! god i love this episode. 

AND AND AND!!! the gay dean coming out episode!!! where it’s the three of them discussing the best way for the dean to come out as gay despite not entirely identifying with that label!! so we have both frankie and the dean who are sort of ambiguously queer, and jeff who’s a stealth trans man who’s probably only out to only the study group at this point. this scene where the dean and jeff have this like eyebrow communication while frankie is talking is just so cute. queer-to-queer communication. “I am so curious” “oh?” “intellectually.” “oh...” ajfdksljfk this scene just screams high school GSA to me and i love it so much.

and SPEAKING of the dean!! i totally see you on that. i feel like jeff has some internalized homophobia/biphobia (like he’d throw punches over someone else, but when it comes to himself he has a lot of shame). and also seeing the dean so confident in all his different outfits/costumes has a weird affect on him bc it’s like “okay, the dean, a cis guy, can do that, but i as a trans guy could Not because that’s Breaking the Rules”. which, like, throwback to the halloween thing. of course there’s no right way to be masculine, but mr. winger does not know that.

another thing!! the episode where their emails get leaked? that includes his emails with his therapist. fuck!! he was outed to the whole world in that episode!! no wonder he was so fucking angry!! this whole episode (and really any time he mentions his therapist) is so interesting when you think about them as a person he talks to about his transition. OH which adds to the thing with the dean!! “and you told your therapist you wanted to be alone this weekend” and “not you jeff, i know you’ll be visiting your dad” ”I told you to stop reading my emails”. luckily his study group has his back and just makes fun of him for emailing astronauts lmao

and WHO can forget “they’re giving out an award for most handsome young man!!!!” what else is there to say about this line besides: he’s trans. you know he didn’t get awarded enough for being a handsome young man when he was a kid, and no amount of compliments when he’s fully-grown can really make up for that. some people crash a kid’s bar mitzvah to cope with the fact that they struggled to be seen as themselves when they were a teenager <3

also his weird relationship with pierce? where he kind of hates him (understandably lmao) but at times has this almost-friends-almost-father-son relationship with him? especially in this episode where he’s forced to bond with him and ends up having a good time by accident (at a barber shop no less, the perfect place to Be A Man with your Man Friend). idk what to say about him besides the fact that pierce says his mom wanted a girl when he was born and made him dress like a girl (and his middle name is anastasia!) so if they’re gonna do any bonding over transness it’s gonna be that. 

okay one last thing and then i’ll shut up for the night. this episode kills me (and almost kills jeff hahahahelpi’mcrying). it’s a very Trans thing to not be able to visualize your future self, it just is. growing up trans at the time he did? i don’t know what kind of future he saw for himself, but i’m so happy that he ended up with a group of friends who became his family and love him the way they all do. i’m so emotional over this asshole it’s ridiculous. 

in conclusion:

they’re trans, your honor <3

[mxvladdy]

heyy i just read your fic Case of the Munchies on ao3 and im Loving it!!!! its amazing!! i was wonder if youre accepting requests and if you haven’t done it could you write the same for the rest: mammon, levi, satan, belphi, dia, barbatos and smth for simeon and luke (ofc platonic) like how angles have a true form and that means they can never relax around mc and how solomon has so much power at his fingertips he can just snap and end them or smth like that? pretty please and thank you!!!!

A/N: Of Course! Of Course! I already did Mammon and Levi HERE so I’ll do the other four in this request! You sent me a lot of good ideas and I’ll sprinkle them out into other requests soon!

Hope you like it!!

Case of the Munchies prt 3!

Word Count: 4.2k

Characters: Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos

TW: Mentions of eating and cook humans, very mild gore

Satan

As the only full-blooded demon of the seven, he has thought about it...just hypothetically of course. When you were new to the Devildom he did find your scent more appetizing than the others. It’s a good thing he has the most restraint and control of all his kin, especially when it comes to his more base urges.

He doesn’t hide this knowledge from you. It’s readily available in the library and his own room in the history books. He just won’t bring it up. So if you don’t say anything, he won’t either. What would he say anyway? “Yes, I’ve thought about it, up until it was outlawed it was a staple of our diet after all…” Ye, probably not the best thing to say.

When you finally brought it up he was exasperated. Did you have to bring it up during the few hours he had alone with himself? He wasn’t going to lie but the thought of hurting your feelings would just about do him in.

He will alleviate your worries if you have any. If Satan was anything, he was genuine.

Mini Fic

His wine curdles in his stomach, turning sour along with the take-out he had nabbed for the two of you to enjoy tonight. Drinks and dinner were becoming a staple in your T.V. night tradition. If one of you had had a rough day you would drop by your favorite shop of the hour and pick up a meal to share while you vent.

Today in particular had been a shit day for him. Failed experiment after failed experiment, and one bottle that didn’t explode on impact with the potion he dropped. Sigh. At least your comforting words soothed his wounded pride a little. You chuckle at his escapades glad to see he is not hurt at least. It was nice to have someone to see the humor in something that normally would have dampened his mood.

“You’re a pest.” He laughs at you while snapping his takeout chopsticks in half to use. “I need sympathy-hours of work wasted.” You snort into your own bowl of udon.

“You need words of praise like Beel needs another stomach.” Satan gasps in mock insult pointing a sauce stained chopstick at you.

“How dare you insult your host! After I toiled over this meal of-” What did he get exactly? Honestly, when he placed the order he was near boiling with rage at his careless fumble. It was to be a surprise for you, something to give you a bit of magic while supervised by himself. He knew how frustrated you were with your lack of magical ability in class so he wanted to gift you something grand. Now he has to wait months to try again.

Ah, well...nothing ventured nothing gained as they say.

You watch him sulk over his soup dumplings, his mile away from the comfort of your company and his room. “Come on blondie.” You poke him with your foot before burying them under his pajama-clad thighs on the couch. “Eat your ‘hard earned’ meal before I do.” You snatch up his D.D.D forgetting your own food for a moment to set up your favorite streaming service to cast to his small T.V. “Want to watch a bunch of humans fail miserably at baking?”

"I thought you would never ask."

Satan feels you stiffen in his arms two hours into your bake-off marathon. Your takeout boxes are cold and forgotten on his coffee table, a bottle of wine gone between the two of you. He glances down at you curious.

You were transfixed on the screen. The novice baker on screen was struggling to keep his monstrosity of a cake upright. It was the annual Halloween episode and this fool went for a Silence of the Lambs inspired cake. A good concept really, but very poorly executed. The fake body parts and sugar blood weighted the pastry down dangerously. If he were, to be frank, the cake was also tacky as hell. Heh, he'd have to try to make this for Lucifer.

"Does his abuse of the piping gun offend you that much?" He jokes wrapping an arm around you.

Your laugh is breathy and lacks its usual warmth. "It is excessive isn't it?" You look up at him. "Hey, Satan-have you ever eaten people before?"

"Uhh…" Great, how eloquent. This came out of nowhere, did Lucifer set you up to this? No-no you wouldn’t. Would you hate him if you knew? “I have.” He admits through clenched teeth waiting for your reaction.

“Didn’t Diavolo ban it?” He can tell you are doing the mental math in your head.

He chuckles dryly. “Well, you never asked if I did it legally.” You move away from his touch and pause the show. “I mean...I did it legally! ” His mouth runs freely, his brain screaming at him to shut up.

“Satan.” You cross your arms unimpressed.

“It was a new law and I never meant to eat it for the most part. It was at a time where I was still struggling to control myself.” Young and stupid as Lucifer had said defending him every step of the way when he would slip up. Was it sold on the black market now? Yes. Did he know how to get it? Sure, but he would never nor would he tell you about it either.

You nod thinking about his words. “I can empathize.” Oh, thank the Devil. “Have you thought of eating me?”Ahhh. “Oh my God, you have.” You chuck a pillow at him with a laugh.

He catches the pillow and clutches it to his fiery hot face. “Everyone did at first!” If he was going down then he was going to take every one of his brothers down with him. “I wasn’t going to act on it! It was a spur of the moment-why are you laughing!”

“Sorry, sorry.” You wipe at the tears in your eyes wishing you had your phone to take a picture of his blushing face. “I kind of figured you did.”

Satan looks at you incredulously. “Shouldn’t you be a bit more torn up over this?”

You shrug. “After everything we’ve been through? I admit it was a shock to think at first but I mean, you would have done it by now right?”

“Well, thank you?” He flops back on the couch, still clutching the pillow to act as a barrier between you two. He’ll take it as a compliment.

You scoot close, nudging his knee with yours. “You ok?” He nods. “Can I touch you?” He nods again eagerly. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze. “Sorry, I made you uncomfortable.”

Satan chuckled, dropping the pillow to hug you back. “It’s ok.” He peaks your forehead. “Now, with that out of the way. Shall we finish this?” He swipes up his phone to hit play. You nod, flinging your legs over him to snuggle closer. “Good, I’m dying to know how he tries to save that thing. I’m putting money on icing.”

“You know.” You break the silence once more, unable to stop yourself. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being eaten...in some ways.”

Belphegor

After your first *ahem* encounter, he doesn’t bring up the whole food thing. He is afraid that if you learned about it, it would be the last strike for you and his relationship. Perhaps it’s paranoia on his part but better safe than sorry.

In all honesty, he didn’t eat it that much anyway. Killing humans was something he did often in his youth as a demon. A stupid attempt at revenge on his part. It filled the holes in his hearts to hurt those he believed killed his sister.

But to eat their flesh? Disgusting. He tried it a few times and it turned his stomach with every mouthful. He just hated them too much to even stomach them. He’s mellowed out with time but still never got a taste for it.

When you asked it was a shock but welcomed in a way. Like he could finally get this weight off his shoulders every time he looked at you.

Mini Fic

“It’s gross.” Belphie yawns, jumping up to sit on the high garden wall. He bends down to help you up placing you gently next to himself. The wind catches you by surprise threatening to topple you back from the wall before he rights you. He tosses his sweater over you with a nod of satisfaction.

You snuggle into the fleece lining burying your nose into the fabric. It smelled of elderberries and honeysuckles. Belphie watches you curl up into his side with a fond smile. “Seriously, you all are nasty.”

“Ouch!” You push his shoulder with a grin. “I feel like I should be offended on behalf of all humans.”

Belphie snorts, looking up into the bright colors of the night sky. “Good. Be offended. You, humans, are slimy.” You squawk indignantly. “It’s true, never in all my years would I willingly ingest it.” He shudders theatrically.

“Rude.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy? Lest I eat you?” He growls playfully, taking a swipe at you. He pulls you close to kiss the pout off your face. He stops only when your face is hot and your smile threatens to pull a muscle. “I’ll keep you safe, always.” He vows resting his chin on your head.

“Do you think other demons would try to eat me?”

“Have you met my twin?” He teases. He takes your jab to his ribs with a smile. “But if one of those lesser demons even tries to breathe in your direction I’ll kill them.”

“Ok, Mister sleeps till dinner.” You joke. His vow warms your heart a little, chasing away the small bit of fear that had rested itself in your chest. You saw how some demons looked at you at R.A.D, the longing and hungry looks got to be a bit much sometimes. A few older demons would discuss it loudly when they knew you were close by. Apparently, it was a long standing tradition of demons eating humans both body and soul when a pact was concluded.

Imagine what those brothers would do to them…

You shake your head hugging Belphie closer. You had nothing but his word that he would keep you safe, yet that was enough for you. Besides, he wasn’t one to follow the rules even at the best of times.

“I’m serious. You're off limits for everyone.”

You nod into his shirt, closing your eyes to enjoy the peace of the moment. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Diavolo

It is so far from his mind that when you say something it is like a rug was taken out from under him. He could be diplomatic about it, but you deserve better than a half-truth.

He was a wild child in his youth. Sometimes he would overindulge in his father’s heritage and gorge himself on his newfound powers and privilege. He would dine with the elders and eat with abandon under their proud eyes.

He regrets it now, in your company it brings up a slurry of emotions. Sometimes when he looks at you he sees flashes of his past behavior.

The urge is stronger in him than the brothers, a constant nagging tug in his guts, but he is strong. Stronger both in willpower and sheer physical prowess than them so the pull is more of an annoyance than a burning need. He can temper the hunger in other ways if need be *wink*

He fears what you might think of him if you ever found out the truth, but however you take it he will handle it in stride. He loves you too much not to.

Mini Fic

Dinners, when Diavolo could eat alone, were a rare and special treat. The solace of just being allowed to exist without constantly checking his posture or presentation was a blessing, just him, his thoughts, and a good meal. It was nice to have no paperwork to worry about staining this time or a tedious meeting where he couldn’t savor his meal. No, no this was good. He looks down at his heavily laden plate and smiles. Well, almost… Pulling out his phone he snaps a quick picture and sends it to you with a simple question. Join me?

Private meals were wonderful, but with you, they were perfect.

You arrive faster than he expected, flushed face and clutching a stitch in your side from rushing over. He almost felt bad before he saw the eager look in your eyes. Barbatos helps you with your school bags and coat before placing another plate of food across from the young lord. He winks at the prince before disappearing back through the door.

“Thank you for the invite!” You beam taking your seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind that I'm not dressed for the occasion. I was just wrapping up a study session with the boys.” You look down at your rumpled lounge clothes.

Diavolo waved his hand disregarding your concerns. “I would emulate you if I had the time.” He looks at his own pressed school uniform. He had another meeting this evening, much to his distaste. “You look rather comfortable.” You smile in delight before tucking into your own plate.

You eat in a comfortable silence reading the room well enough to tell that he wished for some company but not needless chitter-chatter. Barbatos arrived moments after you put your fork down and left with the plate leaving behind a delicious smelling hot drink. You couldn’t put your finger on the flavor but it tastes spicy like cinnamon and coats your throat like warm honey.

Whatever was in the drink seemed to work some magic on the prince. His shoulder droop, his back sinking into the chair as his legs stretch out till they are close to brushing against yours. He starts talking over the drink, eyes slowly lighting up with delight. You drink, nodding along with him as he builds up steam. It was nice to see him so unguarded and light. You listen to him talk about simple innocent topics. You knew how he tried to have these conversations with the others to no avail. The brother’s always tried to stay clear of him, and Lucifer simply dismissed these things most days. Barbatos and the angels were a bit better but still listened mostly to placate him.

“Ah!” Diavolo stops mid-sentence as his door opens once more Barbatos holding a small platter in his gloved hand. Dia claps his hands in delight. “I’ve been wanting to have you try this with me for forever. The human palate is so different, but I hope this is tasty.”

“What is it?” You eye the covered plate curiously.

Dia says a word in infernal. It is harsh and guttural in his throat but his delight was evident in his tone. “It is like...a roasted nut? Sorry, it is difficult to explain but it has been a favorite treat of mine since I was a boy. I hope you like it too.” He opens the lid with little ceremony and tilts the bowl to you. Inside were several golfball sized pods piled on top of each other. Even from across the table you could feel the molten heat radiating from the porous black shell. It looked...ugly. Like a hunk of dried lava. You eye it suspiciously as Diavolo picks one up with his bare hands and bits it. The shell cracks under his sharp teeth, a fang catching in a weak spot with a noise that makes you shiver. Underneath the thick casing, you could see a dark red and fleshy core. He hums in delight pulling put the meat of the seed and discard the shell pieces onto an empty plate. He makes quick work of the innards already reaching for another by the time you casually pick up a seed.

The seed itself was dense and warm to the touch. You squeeze it, noting that the porous coating felt like a mass of steel in your hand. “Dia-how do I open it?” No way you could bite it, not without breaking your jaw in the process.

“Allow me.” He takes it from you and effortlessly cracks it. “It is a tradition to break them with teeth, instead of hands or utensils. Something about a show of strength. I just find it fun.” He shrugs, handing you the broken seed.

“Fun!” You marvel at his pearly fangs. “Those are some big chompers.”

“All the better to eat you with my dear.” He chuckles.

You blink in shock, eyes widening. “Would you? Eat me?”

Diavolo’s smile drops. “No.” He lies on reflex, his political nature kicking in. “No-no wait.” He shakes his head. “I...at a time would have without hesitation.” He feels you recoil. “It was common practice back in the day. To the common demon it was a great meal and for the ruling class a show. He looks down at the broken fragments of shell on his plate. Breaking the shell was far too reminiscent of other things. He squashes the unwanted wave of memories coming up. Instead, he looks up at you.

You sit quietly mulling over his words. You haven’t run yet. “Why did you stop?”

He leans back with a loud exhale. Why did he stop? There were many reasons, none he wished to divulge into at the moment, but he had to say something. “I grew up, and began to resent and regret it.” He used to read human stories of demons and his kind. They hurt their characterizations of him and his people. Yet, they had all been scarily accurate. He wanted to prove that they weren’t stagnating beasts, slaves to their desires. Even if it wasn't a popular opinion.

“I see.” You pick up the seed again. “Thank you for telling me. You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, and to apologize… such admissions must have ruined your appetite. If you wish to retire-”

“Is it weird if it didn’t?” You cut him off. You felt-not apathetic to the knowledge but close to it. It confirmed a lot of things for you and put certain things in perspective. You still felt safe with him even with this new bit of knowledge. Without a second thought, you pop the treat into your mouth. You gasp in delight. The flavor and texture were not what you were expecting, but was delicious all the same. “Can you open another for me?” You push your plate over to him.

“Of course!”

The food was as wonderful as his company.

Barbatos

You knew he cooked it. He probably knows a million different ways to prepare a human. He is also very blunt about his dabblings in the market.

He doesn’t eat it, hasn’t ever. He sees no reason to, especially since he doesn’t need to eat anyway there is no temptation. He did find the meals he created beautiful though.

Once he lived for the praises of the courts and his young lord. He was a master at all mediums he cared to work with. Time, decorum, or of the flesh.

He is 100% unashamed of his past with the dark side of the Devildom’s history. In fact, he is damn near proud of it. He is a demon and it was a part of his life, if that frightens you, well there is nothing he can do about it.

He’ll entertain your questions and will try to put any lingering worries at ease. Just don’t expect to be coddled when he does.

Mini Fic

Barbatos had very few personal pleasures in his life. His schedule simply didn’t have the space for such things. So why even bother looking for a pastime. It wasn’t until Diavolo gifted him with an old worn cookbook did he find it.

Cooking was a necessity for his prince, but with that little book, it became something he looked forward to doing. Slowly, he began to seek them out, filling his growing quarters with cookbooks and loose-leaf slips of paper. He enjoys reading them. Each book was a little time capsule into the cook's life and memories. Could a mix of spices really remind someone of the arid heat of their motherland? Or does following a certain way of aging meat really honor the writer's late grandfather’s memory? He tries them all, each recipe a little invasion to a happier time.

He wrote his fair share of cookbooks too in his day. Simple modifications to things the young lord liked to the odd machinations of his own imagination. He got good at experimenting with flavors and textures over the years, mastering certain cooking techniques and flavors just for fun. He didn’t share many of them, a lot of his recipes were just too complicated for most. Luke was allowed to look at his pastry books only. The little cherub was enamored with his techniques and wanted to learn as much as he could in the short amount of time he was in the Devildom. Admirable, but he made sure to keep some of his...less savory books away from the boy. He shudders to think what Simeon would do if he scarred the young angel.

You are the only one who has full access to his collections. Whether you liked to cook was inconsequential to him. He simply enjoyed sharing this interest with you. Some nights you would take it upon yourself to be his “sous-chef”. Which meant you sat in the corner of the kitchen and read out the ingredients and steps for a recipe he knew by heart. Sometimes you would add in extra steps in an attempt to stump it. Cute...but ultimately failed each time. So, most nights when you tagged along to the kitchens you just flip through his collection, reading his immaculate scribblings crammed into the corners of the pages or where he scratched out certain ingredients for more demon-appropriate foods and more sustainable options.

You had gone through many beautiful books before you found it. The cookbook was small and inconspicuous compared to most. Just a simple black cover with a well-worn spine. What made you take notice of it was just how dusty it was. That wasn’t like him to do. Barbatos would never let something get so dirty. You wished you never had opened it. You weren’t stupid by any means, but after reading a few pretty graphic recipes it had unsettled you. So you withdrew from Barbatos trying to forget about the book tucked away deep in the bowels of your school bag.

“You’ve been distant.” You choke, hand flying up to your chest as you swear your heart skipped a beat. Damn demon. Should put a bell on him. “What’s wrong?” His eyes are piercing, cutting away at your feeble defenses.

“Nothing…” You fiddle with your bag’s strap. Your eyes drop to the floor taking in the differences between his polished shoes and your scuffed boots.

“Of course not…” You could hear the skepticism in his voice. “I trust that if there was something wrong you would feel safe enough to confide in me.” His words hit like a ton of bricks on your shoulders. He sighs seeing that his words got no reaction. “Please?”

Wordlessly you rummage in your bag and thrust the book into his chest. “Sorry. It shook me up more than I thought it would.”

Ah. He knew this book all too well. For a time it had been his favorite, one to pull out with Diavolo had guests or a deal that needed to be sealed. He accepts the book, noting how much your hands shook. “I understand.” He slips the book into his breast pocket making a mental note to hide it in one of his lesser used rooms. “Would you like to discuss this? In my room perhaps?” You follow with a timid nod.

“Where shall we begin?” Barbatos asks the moment he closes the door to his room.

“You don’t seem perturbed.” You frown. Barbatos shrugs, pulling the book out and opening it. He had a lot of good memories stored here. Some of these were still considered signature dishes, oftentimes a visiting dignitary would lament to him about the good old days when he could show off his craft when flesh was plentiful. He takes pride in that still to this day even. For as much as he loved you, he would not be ashamed of this.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You shake your head when he says as much. “It just confused me. Do-do you see me as food?”

“I never saw humans as food, no more than I see demons or angels as it.” He picks at an imaginary bit of lent from his pant leg. “As for seeing you as food no. No matter how sweet your lips are, or how honeyed your words can be.” He smiles, taking impish delight in your squirming. “I merely did my job as a butler for my lord.”

“Oh- sorry for not coming to you sooner.” You felt foolish now. Barbatos waves it off, pleased to have this issue put aside so quickly and cleanly. “Wait-" You gasp as his words finally sink in. “Have you prepared angels before?”

He flashes you a mischievous smile putting a single finger up to his lips. “Perhaps~ do you wish to read that too?”