#(we had very few trick or treaters so we had a LOT of candy left over)

[the-potato-beeper]

today was a good day :]

[buckysgrace]

Sleepless Nights

Steve Harrington X Fem!Reader

Flufftober 2024

Steve and you celebrate your first Halloween with your baby.

The air was crisp and cool, chilly as you struggled to get the door shut as the gust of wind slammed in behind you once again. Discarded leaves danced inside, adding to the pile at your doormat. 

Inside was warmer, the heat already on and comforting as the warm glow of the lights kicked on. It was only about four, but the sun was already dipping below the trees. And despite your house being older and much too large for the three of you, it was cozy. You had done a lot of touch ups over the summer, before you had to wiggle around to get off of the couch. Now, you were just too sore.

“It’s freezing out there,” Steve huffed, rubbing his hands together as he helped you carry the rest of the bags in the kitchen. He stalled at the kitchen table, peeking into the bundled form, “We might not get many trick or treaters this year.” He commented, though he sounded far away. 

“How is she?” You asked, dipping your head down to where Steve had placed the baby carrier. He grinned, tilting his head back a bit to reveal the slumbering baby for you. Full cheeks and soft lips, her hair thick like her father’s. She was the cutest little thing you had ever seen. 

Eloise Ester Harrington. Named after his grandmother and one of your favorite book characters. A fair comparison you had thought. She had been just under eight pounds and was still very, very fussy. But you still loved her all the same. 

“Out like a light,” He smiled, a proud look in his eyes, “I told you she wouldn’t do bad.” He gave you a cocky look before he turned, unbuckling the little straps of her harness before he lifted her to freedom. She pulled her knees up to her chest, eyes still tightly shut as he brought her to his chest. 

“Yeah she was fine after she puked everywhere.” You reminded him, pressing your lips into a smile as you worked on dumping the candy you’d just bought into your Halloween bowl. It was orange with dancing skeletons on it. You liked it a lot. 

“She has a sensitive tummy,” He defended playfully, gently rubbing circles into her back, “How do you feel?” He asked you, checking up on you for what had to be the third time since you’d left a little bit ago. You appreciated it. 

“Fantastic,” You teased as you unwrapped a lollipop and placed it into your mouth, “Really, I’m fine. I liked getting out of the house.” You admitted, enjoying the fresh air even if it had felt like your fingers had grown frozen. 

“Do you still want to dress up?” He asked you curiously, tilting his head as he rocked the newborn back and forth in his arms. She stretched her little arms out, yawning before she dropped her face against his chest once again. 

“Absolutely,” You told him seriously, “We’re supposed to match, I’m not gonna be left out.” You reminded him quickly, knowing that you would have fun with him. The previous years you’d dressed up and gone to some silly party, but this year it was just going to be the two of you. Well, now three. 

“We’d never leave you out,” He teased, giving you a little kiss on the cheek, “I can make dinner.” He suggested, as if he hadn’t been doing that for the past few months. You often felt guilty for him working and spending so much time taking care of you and Eloises. 

“I think we should order pizza,” You suggested instead, wanting him to have a little break, “We can get dressed and then get the movie set up, how does that sound?” You suggested, giving his hip a little squeeze as you walked with him up towards the room. 

“Good,” He nodded his head, “Can we watch mine first?” He asked you, gently balancing Eloise against his side as he pulled the closet open. 

“Gremlins?” You questioned, biting back a grin at the sheepish look he sent you, “Then we��re watching The Evil Dead.” You told him seriously, desperately needing to watch your favorite movie. 

“I don’t mind it,” He defended himself quickly, “I just like the little mice things more.” He shrugged his shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to determine if you would classify the Gremlins as rodents. Perhaps. 

You both had decided on something easy, something loose so you didn’t have to wear anything too constricting. You both bore overalls, similar long sleeved button up shirts and cowboy hats to be farmers. Eloise was your little piggy, her little onesie pink and tight against her tummy that was full of milk. 

Steve was the first one at the door, happily passing out rounds and rounds of candy as he showed you and Eloise off the whole time. You couldn’t help but smile, excited that he thought so highly of you. 

Some time later you had decided to leave the rest of the candy outside, fearing that the wind might be too chill for little Eloise. You felt safe with your worries with Steve, especially since you were both new time parents. Perhaps a little more paranoid than you needed to be. 

“Hello,” Robin grinned, her smile tight as she entered the house, “Steve said I didn’t need to knock.” She replied awkwardly, arms placed down to her sides as she stared at you. 

“You don’t,” You reassured her, “There’s leftover pizza if you want some.” You offered, turning your attention fully towards her and away from the TV. You pointed towards the kitchen, not wanting her to feel so stiff and nervous. 

“Awesome,” She nodded as she placed her hands in her pockets, staring at where you had Eloise resting against your chest, “But can I hold her first?” She asked hopefully, her blue eyes twinkling as she glanced down at the baby in your arms. 

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Steve smirked, moving his hand away from where he had been resting his cheek against his knuckles, “She’s pretty cool, isn’t she?” He commented, watching the gentle way you passed Eloise to her. 

“Wow,” Robin commented, brushing her fingers gently against the top of Eloise’s hair, “Who knew you could make something so cute, Harrington?” She grinned as she nudged you with her elbow, making you shake your head. 

“Ha, so funny,” He scoffed in return, “It’s almost like you’ve said that already.” He responded dryly, rolling his pretty brown eyes as you found yourself watching in admiration. You thought that your baby had the perfect mixture of him. And that he was very handsome. Pretty. 

“Four times,” She whispered to you, “Hey, Eloise and Steve can learn to count together.” She continued to mock him, looking excited as she brushed her finger across Eloise’s nose. He huffed, placing his hands on his knees before he forced himself up from his spot. 

“Your baby privileges are banned,” Steve replied, shaking his head as he scooped the newborn back up, “You can have her back when you learn to be nice.” He told her with a nod of his head as she gaped in surprise. 

“That’s not fair.” She pouted as she looked at you, but you only shrugged your shoulders. He didn’t want any negative talk around the baby. 

“He’s a bit of a baby hog,” You admitted, grinning at the way Eloise rested easily against his chest, “But he’s helpful. He gets up every single time she cries.” You explained, smiling softly as you watched him. He had been more than helpful, before labor, during and after. 

“I try to be,” He cocked his eyebrows at Robin, seemingly showing off as he rested Eloise across his chest, “She’s a good baby.” He added, pretending to pet your baby’s back. 

“I wouldn’t know.” She grumbled, dramatically crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at him. 

“You’ve seen her plenty of times,” He rolled his eyes dramatically, “Was there still candy out there?” He asked a second later, glancing towards her curiously. She furrowed her eyebrows together. 

“What candy?” She asked you both seriously, her knees bumping against your thigh as she faced the two of you better. 

“In the candy bowl,” You explained, “It got too cold for us to sit out there any longer.” You told her, glancing back over your shoulder to ensure that you had kept the outside light on. 

“Sorry to tell you,” She said slowly, “But there was no candy bowl out there.” She held her palms up to the air, shrugging as she broke the news. You gaped, understanding that the kids might want the candy but could they not leave the bowl behind?

“Someone ran off with our candy bowl?” Steve grumbled, “Crotch goblins.”’ He shook his head, playing with Eloise’s thick hair. 

“Dad of the year.” Robin teased, grinning at the way he rolled his eyes once again. You laughed at their relationship, not quite understanding how they were always so mean but loving towards one another. 

You and Robin chatted about how her work was going and about her struggling relationship as you fed Eloise. You were still trying to get used to breastfeeding, feeling a little embarrassed as you kept yourself closely covered. 

“Can you get a picture of us?” Steve asked suddenly as he returned from the kitchen, a can of Coke in one hand as he passed the camera to Robin without waiting for her response. 

“Can I hold the baby again?” She asked quickly, eyebrows raised as she linked her fingers together over her stomach. He placed a hand on his waist. 

“Do you remember her name?” He asked seriously, making you press your lips into a smile. Eloise popped her eyes open slowly, glancing around as you wiped drool from the corner of her lips. 

“Her name should’ve been Robin, but yes. I do.” She agreed, making you laugh softly. She had been suggesting that ever since you and Steve had found out you were having a girl. 

“Why would I name my baby after you?” He scoffed playfully, gripping her hand and forcing her out of the chair. He plopped down where she had been sitting. 

“Why would you name her after your grandma?” She asked in return, making him pause for a second as he thought over his answer 

“Fair,” He nodded in agreement, smiling as invited you closer to him, “C’mere, baby.” He smiled, brushing his nose against your cheek as Robin got the camera set up. 

You wiggled your way underneath his arm, resting your head against his as he gently held Eloise up. You smiled as you squeezed onto his waist, your heart fluttering as you listened to the soft rumble of Steve’s voice.

“Happy Halloween!” He exclaimed to know one in particular, but caught your attention as you glanced at his full smile and relaxed expression. You could get used to this.

[thatsatricky1]

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | n.jm

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jaemin the sin of Lust x (f) Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: slight angst, smut, oral (f receiving), slight manipulation but barely, obsession

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Thriller, Smut, slight angst

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4,5k

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝: The Pink Envelope

The Pink card called out, demanding attention, the delicious smell of floral scents hitting your nose just right in its delicate small pink pouch sitting at the corner on top of it. The waxed seal was messily like raw emotion stamped by its anonymous sender, drying before it could drip any further down the envelope. Picking this one was like breathing, you had to, it was just so tempting.

She reached out towards the centre, slightly to the right moving to pick up the pink envelope in one hand while the other moved to hook a finger through one of the loops of the floral dry scented bag of flowers in its pink pouch.

Her eyes drifted from the letter to the pink pouch a few times. Keeping the pouch looped around her finger she moved to grab onto the waxed seal pulling it slowly upwards, the wax catching slightly onto the envelope itself but not by much from her slow pace. Once unsealed she pushed the top open and peered inside.

Pulling the baby pink letter out of its envelope and unfolding it she read the contents inside through its cursive handwriting, the scented floral pouch moved under her nose to smell it unintentionally as she did so.

My Princess,

Quite thrilling to know you picked my letter, what an honour that you chose me. Then again I would have stirred up a lot of trouble if you hadn't, but there is no need for that considering it was always me you would have chosen no matter what form we decided to do this in. I know you inside out, so my letter was tailored exactly to your fitting. It is so tempting to just have you where you sit right this moment, but I’ll hold back just for now, just one more time. Wait for me, gorgeous.

Your prince,

“Well that was dripping in self confidence.” She muttered, closing the letter letting her eyes slip shut, taking a deep breath in of the floral tones hitting her nose just right.

Only opening them a few seconds later, her eyes landing on her empty desk, eyebrows furrowing as her hand pulled away from her nose, the pouches drawstring still looped around her finger.

“And that is concerning.”

Getting up from her chair she moved to look over, under and on top of her desk once more, coming up short. The other six coloured envelopes were gone, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Moving to hold tighter onto the pink letter to ground herself, her left hand squeezed into a fist, head shooting downwards only to be met with an empty palm, the pink letter also having disappeared from her own hand.

Though as she held up the pouch of scented dried flowers it didn’t help ground her back down to reality. The only thing left to remind her of what had just happened, that it hadn’t just been the lack of sleep she wasn’t getting playing tricks on her own mind. If anything it unsettled her more than ever.

A chill running from to top of her neck, trailing straight down her spine. The fact the scented pouch was held tightly in her right hand meant somehow this was her reality. Those letters had disappeared before her very eyes, and it also meant that’s something, someone had done it.

Y/n nearly jumped out of her own skin at the sudden noises outside of her house, causing her eyes to snap over toward her window finally being brought back to reality remembering the streets were currently crowded by trick or treaters because of the current festive holiday taking place worldwide. October 31st.

She’d lived in this house for three years running now, and the neighbourhood had learned by the second year to skip past it, as no candy was handed out the first year, only a sign on the door plastered against it stating as much. It was currently taped against her door for the third year running, and she hadn’t gotten even one knock this year.

She was a full time student juggling a shitty job, money was not a thing she could dish out in the form of mounds of candy even for one night. Candy was more expensive than others would think when you had to buy it in bulk. Maybe down the road she’d do it, but for now her house was known as a dead area for trick or treaters.

She moved towards the window, hands shoving it open and without a second thought she flung the floral scented pink pouch right out the window. It flew quite a distance landing directly into the neighbours nicely pruned garden hedge, fitting snuglly against it.

Taking a sharp breath in through her nose she slammed the window closed, deciding against leaving it open a crack at night like her usual routine. Glancing back over at her neatly organised table, a lack of colours she’d once had for only mere minutes from the envelopes she’d swore had been there.

Turning to look at the garden hedge outside only to notice a lack of the pink pouch, she was truly losing it. Pulling away from the window sill to rub at her face roughly, disregarding the fact she’d only done her skin care routine an hour ago which was ruined by her slightly sweaty palms now.

Letting her hands drop from her face in favour of going to lay under her blanket in the safety of her bed instead. Convincing herself that she’d once again overworked herself. Time and time again she always tested and pushed the boundaries of what she was mentally capable of doing.

With the amount of study she’d been forcing herself to do, a burn out was imminent. Yet she hadn’t thought it would be severe enough to hallucinate. But with what had just happened, she’d decided tomorrow she deserved a break from the extra study she’d been pushing upon herself. Tomorrow she would go to her one lecture, go home and relax for the day instead.

She couldn’t help but rationalise what was happening, anyone would do the same. Reaching for any sane and logical reasoning as to what occurred. And considering the fact there was no evidence of an envelope in sight let alone seven she could easily convince herself it had been due to overworking herself.

Though even with this, she still found herself burying deeper under the covers of her bed, willing herself to push the situation out of her mind, thinking of anything and everything in order to forget. Surely she would just remember this in the future as an embarrassing thing that had happened all for the fact she pushed herself too hard.

Before she could slip her eyes closed she heard that distinct buzz, one she was familiar with. Her phone. The buzz had been barely noticeable. Pulling the covers away from her head, concentrating on hearing the noise again. A buzz sounded out a few seconds later causing her eyes to drift towards her bedroom door.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Y/n whispered to herself not trusting to speak any louder.

She’d left her phone downstairs. Most likely sitting on her dining table from where she’d eaten her dinner a while ago. She had a habit of watching videos while eating to entertain herself, something her parents would scold her about if she wasn’t an adult.

Internally debating whether or not it was worth it, she eventually got out of bed to grab her phone from downstairs. She was not going to survive her commute to university tomorrow with 5% charge on her phone, needing music to travel to and from places like any sane person.

Not having her phone on her meant she would be switching on the light in the hallway, already knowing if she went downstairs without it on she’d be flying down the stairs with her luck. If anything, illuminating the hallway ended up giving her more sense of peace anyway.

Taking her time to go down the staircase, a slight wince carved into her facial features every creak that emanated from the wooden stairs. It wasn’t a new house, in fact it was pretty old so it was unsurprising the floor groaned in protest of her stepping on them.

The creaks felt louder considering the fact at night everything was quieter. Even on Halloween at this time of night there were only stragglers outside making noise, mainly just drunk teenagers finding their way home. So, all in all there wasn’t much noise meaning everything else inside her house sounded a lot louder then it did during the day.

Finally getting to the bottom of the stairs her hand froze where it was resting gently against the light switches downstairs, she’d wanted to turn them on just like how she had done upstairs to be able to see clearly.

Unfortunately she was met with the sight of a soft glow of light nearby her living room, most likely the dimmed shaded lamp near her sofa. One she knew for a fact had not been on today. It left her taking a sharp breath in, feeling the slight tightening of her throat.

Another buzz caused her attention to drift towards the dining room area, her phone clear as it lighted up the area, brought to life by a notification on her Lock Screen. As silently as her old floorboards would allow her she attempted to make her way towards the dining room table.

Being successful in making it towards the table, still a few steps away from it. Instead of walking closer she reached out to grab her phone wanting to go upstairs as soon as possible. With a plan of ignoring her living room, not entertaining the idea of turning the lamp off.

Instead of turning tail and rushing back up the stairs she checked the messages that had been popping up on her lock screen, curious to know who had been texting. No doubt one of her friends drunk off their face either drunk texting her randomly or asking for a safe ride home.

Instead she saw the notifications were from a good friend of hers, Jaemin. He’d walked into her life three years ago when they were both new to the university lifestyle. Having gotten to know each other on the first day in her first lecture as a way of ‘bonding’ or at least that’s how her professor had explained it.

It was images, so she couldn’t tell what he wanted as they didn’t show up properly on her Lockscreen. She’d have to click into the messages to see it. Y/n wasn’t one to judge her friends, that included Jaemin. But she clearly expected it to be Jaemin drunk and sending her photos from whenever he’d ended up for the night.

At the beginning of their friendship it wasn’t lost on her that Jaemin was very confident in himself, body included. He could back up his cocky attitude towards it considering the fact he was good looking. He also was not shy in the slightest when it came to giving detailed stories out to her and friends when it came to the sexual nature and experience he had.

At this point she would be shocked if he hadn’t gotten through at least half the university campus, but she wasn’t going to judge him for it. She’d had her fair share of sexual encounters, she was an adult after all and had needs of her own. Though she preferred more intimate settings with people she had a connection with, while Jaemin would practically jump someone’s bones given the chance.

With that being said, Jaemin himself wasn’t just some fuckboy as lots of people would claim. He had a personality and a soft side she’d seen from the start. He’d been nothing but a kind friend to her through the fun and hard times of university life, slowly but surely entering her private life too when they were close enough. They’d seen each other at their best and worst.

She could only hope it wasn’t an accidental scandalous photo of someone he was entertaining for the night. Finger only hovering a second before tapping against the notification, her face ID having unlocked her phone already causing the messaging app to open immediately.

The first picture caused Y/n’s eyebrows to furrow, pulling the phone closer to make sense of it. It was a photo of her house, clearly taken recently as she spotted empty candy wrappers littering the walkway from over excited trick or treaters having a taste of their candy before they made their way home.

Her finger swiping to the next photo which was in front of her door, his copied key in frame laying in the palm of his free hand. Jaemin had a copy of her keys for a solid two years now. Having gotten close enough in their friendship where she’d given him the key without a thought, it was easier that way instead of having to open the door for him nearly everyday that he dropped by.

The last photo was in her very own living room, focused on that exact lamp she’d been so worried over. Clicking the screen off with the side button and pocketing her phone. Letting out a scoff, turning her attention to the living room not to far away from where she was standing.

Five seconds was all it took for her to round the corner of her living room wall divider between it and the dining room area, no longer walking carefully as the floorboards groaned in protest.

“You nearly gave me a heart attack Jaem, seriously?” Her tone was normal but clearly scolding, not whispering as she addressed the male in her living room, spotting him straight away.

Jaemin was resting against her sofa, his phone resting on his lap looking totally at home as if he owned the place. Then again with how often he was over it could be very well the case.

“It is Halloween.” He replied with a grin watching her, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp beside him.

“I told you I didn’t want any visitors today, pretty sure I said it not only in class but also through text.” She reminded him, walking over. Jaemin sat up, no longer leaning on the sofa as Y/n got closer, his grin still present, almost larger than normal.

“You really think I would listen, do you know me?” He teased moving from the middle of the sofa to the right to give her space to sit down, eyes flicking down to appreciate her choice of clothing, then again he loved all her night wear.

“Aren’t you supposed to be drunk over a toilet at some frat party or in someone’s bed right now?” She teased back, sitting on the left side of the sofa.

Instead of his usual laugh he only let out a barely audible amused hum, head tilting to the side slightly still eyeing her up, something she was starting to become aware of. It was foreign for him to focus on her like that. Or at least she’d never been aware of him doing it before.

“Why would I do that when we could be in your bed right now?” He asked out and usually she’d laugh and shove his face at his teasing but judging by the sharpness and glint in his eyes she didn’t, no she knew that look. But just generally spotted him doing that to others.

“Jaem, I’m assuming you already did drink tonight.” Y/n hummed out at his strange behaviour, sure it was nice having some like Jaemin showing interest in her, but it was so odd compared to their normal dynamic.

“No, not a drop.” He shut down her attempt at trying to rationalise the situation, done with waiting.

Jaemin makes the first move as he casually slides a hand over her leg. Her eyes went down to where his fingers wrapped around her ankle, his fingers were warm meaning he’d been waiting long enough in her living room to have warmed up enough from the outside cold autumn air.

“Jaem-” Y/n tried to speak but Jaemin’s hand around her ankle tugged her closer, sliding her easily towards himself.

“You know how frustrating it is being put into the best friend zone for three agonising years?” His question yet again caught her off guard, Jaemin only smiling at how dumbfounded she looked.

“Each of my attempts to get any sort of reaction out of you was always unsuccessful, you know. I think the only true reaction I got out of you is when I recounted my nights with others, my experiences. Fuck if you think I never saw the way you squeezed your thighs together then your wrong baby, I caught it every time.”

Jaemin wasn’t just tiptoeing over the line right now, he was racing past it. She wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Her mouth opened and closed when she realised he’d caught her. How could she not feel hot and bothered by just how detailed he got when recounting his sexual endeavours.

“Anyone would react that way, you always went into so much detail.” She defended herself but apparently her sentence only offered a devilish grin to fall onto Jaemin’s lips.

“You know the first time you told me about your… sexual encounters back I nearly went feral. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that others got to you first, could have the pleasure of tasting you first or if it was the fact all I could think about was showing you how much better I could be compared to them.” Jaemin continued on.

At first it had only been Jaemin who talked to her about those things, but over time she’d caved in and spoken about her own encounters. And Jaemin hadn’t said it but he was thoroughly disappointed at how lackluster your ex lovers had been, knowing he could give her better.

Jaemin was smart about it all the last three years, eyeing her down when she wasn’t paying attention, sometimes blatantly doing it to her only for her to not react used to his flirtatious way. But in this moment he didn’t hold back, he’d had enough.

He let out a breath through his nose eyeing the way her legs squeezed together, so enticing as always. He lived for this reaction, knowing it was only him who was making her feel this was. The hand he had around her ankle snaking its way upwards.

“Fuck baby, there you go again. You tease me so much, you have to know its driving me insane.” He nearly hissed out, finally flicking his heated gaze back up to hers.

“Jaem this… you know I don’t do one night stands or the whole friends with benefits thing.” She cleared her throat, trying to not think about the fact her panties were already starting to cling against herself.

“Who said anything about that? I want you Y/n. I thought I was clear on that.” He confidently replied gripping her thigh now.

Y/n was uncertain. She knew Jaemin always held true to his words, but this was different. This was intimate and from what she knew about Jaemin he was free spirited and not someone to get tied down to another person. But his gaze and touch was intoxicating.

“You’re making this so unbelievably hard.” She whispered now, not trusting her voice to go any higher.

“Then just give in, I can make you feel good, I can give you the best you’ve ever had. Forever.” Jaemin whispered back as if they were sharing a secret with one another.

“Shit.” Is all she got out and by the look in her eyes, Jaemin knew he’d gotten to her finally.

As she moved closer, eyes fluttering closed, he didn’t waste a second closing the distance, cupping her jaw and tugging her the last few inches closer.

The kiss was soft, Jaemin nearly groaning at the fact she felt like touching silk, pillowy against his own. He’d waited so long yet kept the kiss light, savouring the way they moved together like one, but as the seconds ticked by he couldn’t help himself but heat up.

Their pace subconsciously quickening as he practically leaned against her desperate for more, he nearly let out a moan by the way her lips parted allowing him to slip his tongue past.

Y/n hadn’t thought this is what she’d be doing on the 31st of October, his lips addictive and the smell of his cologne dizzying. Only parting away from his lips to take a much needed breath, even if his lips chased after her own. Instead moving to litter gentle kiss wherever he could touch allowing her to breath, egging her own with his chased peak against her face so she didn’t back out of what they started.

“Fuck baby I need you, I need you like how I need air to survive.” He whispered against her jaw.

Y/n’s mind was racing, unsure if she was ready to fully give in to Jaemin. This was the first time they kissed let alone talked about the fact something could become of it. And he knew that well, so he’d choose a different route just as enticing.

Capturing her lips in another delicious paced kiss, hands running their way up her legs to hold her waist, only for a moment later to sink her shoulders down into the sofa successfully getting her below him.

His lips moving to trail open mouthed kissed down a path from her lips, to her jaw and her neck. Y/n not being able to help the breathy moan from slipping past, one Jaemin wanted to devour whole but remained on his path downwards.

Stopping occasionally to run his tongue against her smooth skin, sucking and grazing his teeth, claiming what was his. Before long he’d moved all the way downwards to where he wanted her, craving to taste her.

Y/n panting as she looked down at him, Jaemin looking all sorts of trouble between her thighs. He caught her gaze giving her a signature smirk, lips tilted up before pressing his lips over her thigh, not being able to get enough.

“Let me have a taste, I need you.” He whispered in between kissed against her skin.

At this point she was past overthinking, her needs pushing passed when her fingers dug into his chestnut hair.

“Then have me.”

Her words not needing to be spoken twice as Jaemin continued, bottom lip dragging up her thigh. Hands tugging her night shorts down, pleased feeling her hips move upwards in a silent attempt to help. Completely shameless as he finally pressed his face against the area he wanted most in this moment.

Pressing his tongue flat against her panties, running from her centre towards her clit, the tugging of her fingers in his hair having him push her panties to the side not being able to wait any longer, eyes flying upwards to stare her down making sure this is what she wanted, the lust glazing over her own eyes being answer enough for him.

His tongue going straight to her clit caused a sharp breath in from her, his tongue dragging softly against it slipping downwards groaning at how wet she was already. He made sure to take his time, savouring the pleasure he was giving.

Though the longer he went, the harsher he got, not being able to be as patient with her as he wanted, because he craved her, and those fucking delicious noises he could get out from her with his tongue alone. If he could he’d eat her out for hours just to hear her like this.

Lapping at her cunt, his nose digging against her clit causing her hips to roll forward after the addictive friction. He was nearly grinning as he continued savouring this moment even if he knew there was no doubt he’d be having her like this constantly.

“More, I need more.” She whined out, eyes barely open but still watching him, his eyes never leaving her own, silently demanding all her attention. Which he had.

“So desperate for me, you think you deserve it baby, think you can handle more.” His voice vibrated against her causing her back to arch in pure bliss, head messily nodding in desperation as she sought her high.

“Words, use your words.” He reminded causing her to give his hair a slight tug in frustration.

“Need your fingers Jaemin, need them inside me.” She rushed out, begging.

He didn’t need to be told twice, moving to drag a finger against her cunt, her head nearly reeling when he grazed past her throbbing clit. Jaemin moves to let his own spit drip down from his mouth onto his fingers, attaching his lips seconds after against her clit sucking while finally pushing a finger inwards.

“Yes, just like that, just like that.” She mumbled out eyes finally squeezing shut in bliss, while Jaemin kept up that exact pace as his finger slid in and out. Adding a second and third finger when her hips bucked craving more.

His lips finally leaving her clit in favour of going back to licking past her fold, though his free hand moved, thumb drawing a perfect pattern against her clit that had her begging for more. His pace only quickening.

That familiar tightening of her stomach signalling her inevitable high that was steadily approaching with how his tongue and fingers worked wonders no short of a miracle worker having never gotten this close this fast before.

“Jaem I can’t, I’m so close.” She barely managed to utter hips stuttering from her repetitive grind she’d set the moment he’d started touching her.

“Yes baby, cum for me.” He moaned out, needing it just as much as she did.

He didn’t know what felt better, the fact her thighs were now harshly pressing the sides of his face or the fact her hips shoved her cunt against his face, thumb abandoned seconds ago as she used his face for her own pleasure.

With repeated moans of his name her body shook, legs shaking, spasming around him as she finally came undone, back arching off her sofa where she laid. Jaemin eagerly rode out her orgasm, tongue continuing its movements till he felt her hips push downwards to get away, overstimulated.

Y/n dazed and disoriented as she watched his head finally pull up still in between her thighs, nearly moaning at the sight of him pushing his own fingers past his lips to taste her again.

“I guess I truly know you inside out now Princess.” He sent her a chilling grin, eyes dark already thinking of going a second round, addicted to her.

Even in her worn out state she caught onto his words, familiar only in writing. Finally recalling the envelope, the pretty little pink pouch filled with dried floral flowers she’d only hours ago thrown from her window. Her heart speeding up this time out of panic rather than the pleasure she’d just come undone from.

“All mine, I couldn’t wait like I said I would. I craved and waited too long.”

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[sw33t-d1vine]

YOU’RE SO CREEPY

SPRINGTRAP x GN!READER

ー cw : fluff , halloween !!!! , just u dressing up as springtrap :3

ー word count , 2671

ー a/n : hii !! october has been so busy.. BUT , in honour of the fnaf movie and halloween , i have this fic !!! im also changing my theme again…. this fic was inspired by my own halloween costume :3 i dressed up as him for halloween…. AND one of the costumes mentioned at the end is a costume my bff went as ! i hope u all like this silly fic :3 i’ll get back to reqs soon !!!

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ー Halloween was something most people adored, including yourself. This year, you had picked to go as Springtrap for your costume. You had made the ears, customized and DIY’ed the whole costume, and prop. Maybe no one would know who you were going as, but who cared. Maybe you just wanted to dress up as a killer zombie bunny.

Springtrap had yet to even see your costume, let alone even know what you are. You only told him it was a surprise, and he’d have to wait and see. Which he thought was stupid.

That was a few weeks ago. He waited days just to see what you were gonna dress up as, and when you came downstairs all dressed up in your costume, his dead heart almost stopped.

His eyes trailed over your body, looking at every detail on the costume. The fake bones sticking out, the fake wires all hanging out, and the big ears on your head that matched his. You had also done your own makeup, making it look like you had scares everywhere.

You really pulled this costume off, he loved it. Even if he didn’t like his own form, he loved how you dressed up as him. It was.. cute.

You held the fake knife prop you made in your hand, giving him a shy smile. “Thoughts?”

Springtrap let out a hum, “I love it.” He tilted his head, watching you do a spin to show off the rest of it. “Very detailed.. and you made all of it?”

Nodding your head, your smile grew. “I did. Since you don’t come to my room a lot, it was pretty easy to hide it from you.” You explained, fiddling with the fake knife.

“How long did it take?” He asked, cocking his head to the side, his ears slightly flopping.

You thought for a moment, thinking. It really didn’t take too long to make.. You thrifted most of the costume and just heavily styled it and added fake wires and such. “I’d say maybe.. 2 or 3 days. Not too long.” You chuckled.

“It’s still very well done..” Springtrap hummed, glancing at the front door. You had left a bowl of candy so you could give them out to trick or treaters. He wished he could do it with you, but he knows he’d probably scare any kids that came. Which would be funny to him, but you’d probably scold him later about it.

When the doorbell rang, you turned your head to the door as well. “Looks like we have our first trick or treater.” You hummed, walking over to the door.

Springtrap watched you hand out the candies to the kids, one who was dressed up as Coraline, and another was a ghost. How cute.

The night went on for a while, kids coming to the door and you handing candies out. A few kids questioned your costume, and you only said you were dressed up as a zombie rabbit. They wouldn’t exactly understand who you were dressed up as.. but he did. and he adored it.

He adored you.

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Trick-or-Treate

:333

My, my! My first trick or treater! Glad to see you, now, let's see what treats I can give you!

*Spins The Wheel, Yes I Actually Made A Wheel For This*

Your three pieces of candy are!

A Random Line From A Fic

“If I had a fucking 500 yen coin for every socially awkward Special Grade I met I’d have two 500 yen coins, which ain’t a lot, but its weird it happened twice.” Maki sighed in resignation, accepting that God seemed to enjoy giving her the middle finger.

A Three Sentence Fic

Megicula, sitting in handcuffs across from Asta: This is cruel and unusual punishment.

Asta, standing in front of a powerpoint called “How to make friends without cursing them”: I have no Idea what that means.

Vanica, also in handcuffs next to Megicula while eating popcorn: It means keep talking, her introverted ass is memorizing all of this, hell she would be taking notes if she could.

And A Drabble (Though it's much longer than a drabble and based of an old idea of mine that I never did anything with)

“So you're… me?” Asta asked, wary of the stranger in front of him who had not just the same Ki, but the same swords, same hair, same colored eyes, and if that brief glimpse during their clash was to be believed, the same Anti-Magic Arm.

Though that is where the similarities ended, especially in the department of Attire and physique.

The man in front of Asta was almost a head taller than him with a slightly thinner build, despite that, Asta got the feeling this guy was stronger than him five times over in physical strength, and as opposed to the white suit and long red coat he always imagined his future self wearing in his dreams the man before him and his squad seemed more like a mixture of the people Asta admired most among those he wished to succeed.

The Chief Of Elves Licht, The 27th Wizard King, Conrad Leto, and The 28th Wizard King, Julius Novachrono.

He wore a black and red jacket similar in design to the one Conrad once wore that was held closed in the center by a silver five leaf clover, under the jacket was a battleworn silver breastplate and a shirt similar to the one Licht wore when he was brought back though without the blue undershirt underneath, around his waist was the same belt Asta wore at this very moment, though resized and with several more pouches on its outside, presumably for carrying whatever curiosities the man found, he wore a pair of black pants, and black boots where those pants were stuffed into, following what few rules that all squads must follow for uniform, finally, Over this all, was a simple black cape draped over his right arm and held in place by three silver chains that connected to the steel pauldron on his shoulder which went under his left arm and wrapped around his back where it connected to the pauldron once more.

“In a way yes, but also no. It would be more accurate to say I am a possibility of what your future self is. I am The King, and if you want Clover to see the dawn, you will be helping me.” The King stated without hesitation.

“And what if we don’t feel like lettin’ the brat run off with some crazy person who calls himself the “Possibility Of A Future”?” Captain Yami asked gruffly.

“I was asking out of courtesy, whether he wishes to or not this young man is coming with me. Though you are more than welcome to try and stop me Captain Sukehiro.” The King said with a taunting tone of almost absolute power in his voice as he stabbed the massive black greatsword in his hand into the ground.

In an instant Yami was upon the interloper, katana drawn and body low to the ground in a stance not too dissimilar to that of a runner’s as he swung the blade upward at the man.

However by the time the foreign blade was where The Man stood all that was there was air.

From behind Yami the man spoke.

“I had hoped to avoid fighting you Captain, but in a way, I am quite glad I am. To have the opportunity to fight you at the prime of your power and while you are fighting to protect your family, it's not an opportunity I have ever been so unfortunate to be faced with, until now that is.”

“Well then, ain’t this a lucky day for ya… kid.” Yami told the man, keeping his voice quiet enough to avoid telling the entire squad but loud enough for The King to hear him.

“Heh, Indeed it is!” The King muttered with a laugh as black and red flames ignited along the length of his left arm, the battle between the two only just beginning.

[journeydb]

October 31 2023 Barcelona

Happy Halloween! This afternoon we had a community costume party at the community center at our Illa de la Llum apartment complex. People really dressed up, kids and adults alike! There were witches, pirates, Spidermen, clowns, ghosts, pumpkins, and firefighters, as well as many other creative costumes. The committee running the party did a great job decorating and they also laid out an amazing spread of food that people had donated. I couldn't eat a single thing.

The little ones were adorable and some took it more seriously than others. I think these girls are supposed to be black cats, don't you?

Oscar and Michael's girls took their picture with me and I was impressed with their costumes. The twins, Valentina and Paula are preteens now and a lot more serious than they used to be and their "little" sister, Julieta, who is nearly as tall as Valentina, is always trying to keep up with them. Me? I'm just a kid at heart so Little Red Riding Hood seemed perfect for me.

Oh my gosh, the baby angel and toddler Batman were so cute!

I had just enough time to go home and make dinner for Bruce before the Trick or Treaters arrived. First they stopped at our neighbors' door, where the dad, Keko had rigged up a very scary light show. The kids loved it and I actually heard a few kids scream.

The kids were all so excited to Trick-or-Treat in our complex, where we usually have about fifty kids show up at the door. I had mostly small toys and trinkets for them because I don't believe in giving out lots of candy, but I also did have a few dark chocolate mini-bars without too much sugar.

As the night wore on the kids got older, so by the time we ran out of candy and toys, I turned out all the lights and wouldn't answer the door.

As Bruce and I left for the party at our friends Carla and Carlos's place, we stopped at Oscar's. I had bought a woodsman costume for Bruce and he didn't want to wear it so I gave to Oscar earlier in the day. It turned out to be pretty scary with the wolf mask he already had so we staged a photo with The Big Bad Wolf menacing Little Red Riding Hood and it turned out to be rather convincing.

By the time we arrived at Carla's place, everybody had been eating and drinking for a while and the sangria was flowing and the karaoke was loud, but we all had fun with it, even the husbands.

I'm not sure what the "stick your tongue out" move on Branka's part was all about but Mafe (Maria Fernanda) looked happy and Carla's dog looked bored.

Pepi, Fernanda, and Carla got a little carried away with the groping scene and it looked like the color scheme for the costumes was black and red, so I guess I fit in, kind of.

Araceli and Angie fit right in and Javier was dressed to save everyone's Souls, so we were in good company.

The guys usually don't like to dress up and Toni and Bruce were no exception but whoever was under the scary mask, and I think it was Carlos, didn't read the playbook.

Michele's mother, Iria, looked lovely in her Day of the Dead costume. I'm still not sure what Araceli's costume was supposed to be but the thing on her head looked like a spider.

I'm not good at karaoke, especially in Portuguese, but I did my best to sing along with everyone else. Michele was the best and had the sultry voice to be able to pull off the Latin pop and jazz songs.

If there is one mixed drink I like here it's definitely sangria and Carla makes a yummy pitcher with lots of fruit. I might have had a couple of glasses but I felt like it was more. Bruce wasn't complaining.

It was one of, if not the most fun Halloween parties I've been to in a long time but by the witching hour I was ready to call it a night while the rest of them partied on. Even the kids here stay up later than I do!

Yes, there WERE children at this party but none of them sang karaoke, to my knowledge. Iris is a pre-teen now and her devil costume was not appropriate because if there has ever been an angel child, she is it. Julia made a good witch but, apart from a few meltdowns I've heard she has had, she's a really sweet little girl, so that costume was off base. Of course, it's Halloween, so people are supposed to dress up like someone else, especially their alter ego.

I didn't know the other girl, I think she was a friend of Santiago's and I don't even think she was wearing a costume, but Santiago was his usual mischievous self. He seemed to be sans costume also, unless there was some significance to the t-shirt that I missed.

Iris has always been like Julia's big sister. Since their mothers are best friends that makes sense. They are both getting SO tall and they aren't really little kids any more, either. Iris just turned twelve in September and Julia turned nine in July. Iris is taller than I am and Julia will be by the time she turns ten next summer. It always happens that the little ones are taller than I am by the time they are ten!

[cumonstevie]

It Started At The Snowball Dance

Summary: Reader confesses her feelings for her best friend, Steve on accident after him and Nancy break up.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: noneeee

A/N: THIS IS SO LONG I’M SORRY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

Steve Harrington was your best friend and had been since second grade when he let you use his crayons after Jessica Carmine took yours. The pair of you had been inseparable ever since, even going as far as attending the Snowball dance together each year despite him getting asked by multiple girls around eighth grade.

You knew as soon as you saw him the first day of high school, sporting an entirely new look -from his hair to his shoes- that he’d be the talk of Hawkins High School. And he was.

King Steve is what everyone called him and his peers would treat him like royalty. It would get to his head a lot, boosting his already huge ego and there were times where you’d have to knock reality back into him.

“Steve, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“I’m king Steve, Y/N. I can do whatever I want.”

You’d smack the back of his head.

He’d apologize afterwards.

And despite having shitty friends like Tommy H. and Carol Perkins, he was a good friend to you.

You don’t remember exactly when you started to have feelings for the boy, but they were strong and it felt as though they weren’t about to leave anytime soon. You managed your feelings for him very well, not ever letting it slip to anyone that your best friend had a special place in your heart and it was going so well up until Steve started seeing Nancy Wheeler.

She seemed like a nice girl and you had nothing against her but it was becoming hard to see the two of them together. They would walk down the hall hand in hand, kiss anywhere they could and Steve never shut up about her. Half the time you and Steve would hang out would be him talking about Nancy.

Now, don’t get me wrong, you were absolutely thrilled that Steve found someone that made him happy, you just wished that someone was you.

Tonight there was a Halloween party and even though Steve tried so hard to get you to go, you declined, opting to stay home and pass out candy to the trick-or-treaters walking about. He was upset but you figured he’d get over it within 30 minutes of being at the party.

You sat in your living room, reading a book and listening out for the doorbell. It had been a few hours since Steve left to pick Nancy up and head to the party. He was probably having the time of his life, he is King Steve after all.

The doorbell rings and you put your bookmark down to hold your place before setting it on the couch. You open the door to see four familiar faces.

“Trick or treat!”

You lean against your doorframe, arms crossed with an amused look on your face. “Ghostbusters? Really?”

“What’s wrong with Ghostbusters?” Mike gives you a glare.

“Nothing, nothing, such a classic idea. Not like half of Hawkins is dressed up as them, no no.” you say in a sarcastic way.

“I haven’t seen anyone dressed up as them. Have you?” Lucas asks his friends and they all shake their heads no.

You playfully roll your eyes. “I’ve seen about fifteen kids dressed like Ghostbusters tonight.”

“Well we’re obviously the best ones you’ve seen, right?” Will smiled up at you.

You met Will through his older brother Jonathan when you went over to his house for a school project you had to complete together. Afterwards though, you and the older Byers became good friends (much to Steve’s dismay) and after hanging out at his house for some time, you were then introduced to Mike, Dustin, and Lucas.

The four of them were trouble.

“Definitely.”

If it wasn’t already clear, Will was your favorite amongst the four.

“Are you gonna give us candy or what?” Dustin practically whined, “We’ve got another block to go down.”

You hum and tap your index finger against your lips. “Maybe, if you say please.”

“Y/N.” they all whined.

“I’m not hearing a ‘please’.”

The four boys sigh before unanimously saying ‘please’, and with a shit eating grin, you drop candy into their bags.

“Stay safe, boys!” you call out after them as they began to walk away.

“Yeah, yeah, we will!”

-

Almost an hour went by and by that time you had already ran out of candy and it wouldn’t have been a problem had the doorbell not rang. You get up from your seat and pull open your front door, already speaking before you even get a good look at who is standing there.

“Sorry kid I ran out of-”

You stop talking when you see Steve standing at your front door with tears in his eyes. You immediately pull him inside, quickly shutting the door behind you.

“Steve? What happened? Why are you crying?” Your best friend looks you in the eyes and it breaks you seeing him like this. “Steve?”

He doesn’t say anything but he slams his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly in a hug. He began sobbing into the crook of your neck and all you could do was rub his back and reassure him that everything was okay until he felt comfortable to tell you what was going on.

After a few minutes though, you began to tire from standing the whole time and somehow managed to walk the both of you to sit down on your couch, Steve not once moving from his place on your neck.

It felt like forever until he finally spoke. “She said it was bullshit.” he cried. “That I was bullshit.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together. “What? Who said that?”

“Nancy.”

He began to tell you about what happened at the party. How Nancy was drinking a lot to the point where she got drunk, how he told her she had enough and tried to take her drink away causing it to spill all over her, how they rushed to the bathroom where she tried cleaning her shirt, how she went on a rant about how they killed Barb and Steve didn’t care, how she told him he was bullshit and their love was bullshit and everything was bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.

You’d fight the girl if you could but right now you were focused on consoling your crying friend.

“I’m so sorry Steve.” you say softly, “you didn’t deserve that. At all.”

“What if she’s right? What if I am bullshit?”

“You’re not bullshit, Steve. You’re an amazing person and if she can’t see that- if she can’t see that you’ve changed since last year then it’s her loss.”

He doesn’t say anything after that but he does stay at your house for a little while more before heading home.

-

The next day rolls around and it’s pretty much uneventful for you, just going from class to class and doing assignments. You barely saw Steve around. You hoped he was doing okay. After school lets out, you make your way home and get started on your homework to get it out of the way.

Just as you finish your last paper, the doorbell rings and you open your door, seeing Steve looking sad and defeated. You beckon him inside and the two of you sit on the couch in silence. You decide it’s better to wait until Steve is ready to talk rather than push him to tell you.

Steve fiddles with his fingers before saying, “Nancy and I talked about last night.” you immediately look up at him. “She said she didn’t remember what happened so I told her and she used the drunk excuse and said she didn’t mean anything that she said. So I told her to tell me that she loves me.”

He goes silent.

“And…?” you carefully edge him to continue.

“And she couldn’t say it.” he finally looks at you and you see that tears had already welled up in his eyes. “She doesn’t love me. We broke up.”

You sigh and hug your friend, telling him that -again- you’re sorry.

He doesn’t respond, instead, he moves to lay down on the couch with his head in your lap. You understood what he wanted and soon enough, you tangled your fingers in his hair.

His eyes closed at the soothing touch of your fingers running through his brown locks and it calmed him down. It was silent for a few minutes, just you playing with his hair until he spoke again.

“Will I ever find someone who loves me?”

It breaks your heart. Absolutely crushes it. You wanted to tell him right then and there that you loved him and for so, so long. But you didn’t think the timing was right. Actually, there probably wasn’t a right time to tell your best friend that you’re in love with him.

“I’m sure you will, Steve. We’re still young, we have our whole lives ahead of us to find the one. Don’t lose faith now.” you say, looking down at the most angelic face you’ve ever seen.

His eyes were still closed as he spoke to you. “I don’t think I’ll find anyone who loves me. The real me, like Nancy did.” he then lets out a defeated laugh. “Fuck, what am I saying? Nancy didn’t love me. Nancy didn’t love me.”

“Steve-”

“Am I unlovable? I know I was a shit boyfriend to her in the beginning but I changed. I tried so hard to prove myself. I-I-”

He stumbles with his words and while absent mindedly running your fingers through his hair, you say, “I love you, Steve.”

And just like that, time stops.

Your eyes go wide as you realize what you just said. Steve’s eyes snap open and he stares up at you.

“What?”

He sits up, not once taking his eyes off of you.

Oh shit. Damage control. Now.

“I-I mean as a friend.” You say quickly.

“Y/N-”

“Only as a friend, nothing else. Wait! I didn’t mean to make that sound offensive or anything! I mean, of course I love you as a friend and loving you in a romantic type of way wouldn’t be a horrible thing for me, you are very good looking and kind and sweet to me and such a great person overall so of course I could fall in love with you-”

His eyes widen at your words and you jump up from your seat (Steve getting up as well), waving your hands around like a madman. “Not saying that I am in love with you! Haha, why would I be in love with you? You’re my best friend! I’m just saying it would be-”

“Y/N-”

“-an honor to be able to love you because-”

“Y/N-”

“-you’re an amazing person-”

“Y/N!”

You stop talking. You and Steve stare at each other for what feels like forever before he takes a few steps toward you.

“D-Do you have feelings for… me?”

“No!” you’re too quick with it and Steve catches it.

He lets out a little chuckle as he takes another step closer to you. “See, that’s the thing about being friends for so long, Y/N. I know when you’re lying. And what’s that thing that Mike told El?” he pretends to think while snapping his finger before pointing upwards and at you, “Oh yeah, friends don’t lie. So, are you gonna tell me the truth?”

He knows what the truth is. He just wants to hear you say it, to hear you confirm it.

“Steve.” you sigh.

“Please say it.” he begs.

He fucking begs.

You try to be strong so as to not ruin what the two of you have but the strong mentality goes out the window when he begged you to tell him. You’re such a sucker for Steve Harrington.

“Yes. I have feelings for you.” you say, “I have for a while now.”

He closes the distance between you two and his hands cup your face as he rests his forehead against yours.

Steve lets out a relieved sigh. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that?”

“Huh?”

“Y/N, I’ve had feelings for you since the Snowball dance in eighth grade.”

That damn Snowball dance.

“What?”

You weren’t really confused, you just couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Steve Harrington, the most popular guy in school and your best friend was standing here in front of you, confessing that he has had feelings for you since eighth grade. It was unbelievable. Especially considering that you never thought you’d be his type.

“You’re a bit slow today, aren’t you?” he jokes and you swat his arm.

“Hey!” you step back, glaring at him.

Steve chuckles at you and leans over, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to him. His hands go back to your face as he gently caresses your cheek with his thumb, never once taking his eyes off of you.

“I have feelings for you, Y/N. More than ‘friends’ type of feelings.”

He stares into your eyes as he says this, in a much much more serious tone than before and it kind of scares you so you stay quiet, processing everything that is happening. Things went from zero to one-hundred in such little time.

“Y/N,” Steve spoke softly.

You’re thinking much more and you realize that yeah, things are going kind of quickly right now. One minute Steve was on your shoulder crying; on your lap talking about how he’d never find someone who loved him and the next he’s telling you that he has feelings for you.

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

His words pull you from your thoughts and you notice that he’s leaning in to do exactly what he said he was going to do. Just as his lips were about to graze yours though, you back away causing Steve to become confused.

“Steve,” you start. “I don’t- I don’t think we should be doing that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair, “We shouldn’t kiss. I don’t want to be a rebound, Steve, and-”

“You’re not a rebound!” He's quick to counter.

His heart starts to beat quickly after hearing your words. He never wants you to think that you’d ever be a rebound. Not to him. Never to him.

You give him half a smile. “Listen, you just got out of a relationship with someone that you loved, Steve. I just think that it’d be too fast to just jump right into another one. I know you’d never intentionally make me a rebound for you but I-I have to be sure you’re for real about everything that you just said. Just… just give it some time, okay?”

“But-”

You grab his hand in yours and press it up against your chest, right where your heart lays. “I’m not going anywhere, but you need time to heal from what happened with Nancy and really sort your feelings out.”

You let go of his hand and it drops down beside you as you take yet another step back but Steve is quick and he grasps your hand with desperate eyes.

“I know what I want and it’s you.” there’s tears in his eyes. “It’s you.”

“And I believe you, Steve.” you squeeze his hand to further reassure him. “Just give it time. Heal. And when you’re done healing I’ll be right here waiting to kiss you.”

Steve lets a tear fall from his eye but nods. “Okay. Okay.”

-

It had been four months since that conversation and you wish you could say things went back to normal, but they didn’t. As the days went on, you and Steve spent less and less time together. The only time you’d see him is at school and that was usually passing through the halls and in class. He still greeted you, though. You’d have little conversations here and there but not like before. It was different and it made you sad.

Maybe he realized that he didn’t have romantic feelings for you. Maybe he regretted everything he said at your house four months ago. Maybe he didn’t know how to reject you gently so he put some distance between the two of you. In all, you had no clue why things were the way that they were but you did know that it made you think the worst.

Damn, did you fuck up everything by telling him how you felt?

Shit.

Today you were at your locker with Jonathan. The two of you were talking about making plans to head over to the woods to take some pictures over the weekend. Jonathan loved to photograph nature.

You didn’t know much about photography but you did like to watch your friend in his element… and occasionally photobomb. Hehe.

“So Saturday I'll pick you up at your place around ten and we’ll head over to the woods.”

You grimace. “Ten? Really Jonathan?”

“What’s wrong with ten?” he shrugged.

“Everything! We should still be asleep at ten. Who wakes up early on a day off of school?”

“Me.”

“Clearly.”

Your friend sighs. “Fine. If it’s such a problem, I’ll bump it up to eleven.”

“Twelve.” you bargain.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

Pleeeaaasseee?” you look up at him with puppy eyes.

“No, don’t do that- ugh.” he huffs out. “Fine. Twelve. But that’s it! Not a minute later, Y/N.”

“Thank you. I need my beauty sleep.”

Jonathan chuckles at your words, shaking his head. “Whatever you say.”

You gather the books you need for first period and shut your locker before turning to your friend. “You know, you should really-”

“Y/N Y/L/N!” someone shouts from the end of the hall.

You didn’t need to turn around to see who it was, you knew that voice anywhere. But still, you turned.

Steve stood at the entrance of the school with a huge smile on his face and his eyes were solely on you. Everyone in the hallway had diverted their attention to the both of you and your eyes widened when you realized people were staring.

“And that’s my cue,” you hear Jonathan say from behind you. “See you in class.”

You hear his footsteps fade away as Steve walked- no, more like jogged over to where you were. He planted his feet in front of yours and not once had the smile faded from his lips.

“Hey… Steve…” you say with caution. “What’s up with you yelling out my name?”

“Grand gesture.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Um… because now everyone’s staring at us?”

You side eye the people across from you but Steve’s eyes never left yours.

“Let them stare.” He shrugged.

“What’s going on?” your eyebrows are furrowed as you ask the question.

“I’m here to collect my kiss.” is all he says and you give him a very confused look.

“What?”

He doesn’t miss when your cheeks turn a shade of pink, though.

Steve goes into fake thinking mode. “If I remember correctly, four months ago you said that when I heal from a certain situation and figure out my true feelings that you’d be waiting for me with a kiss.”

He has a shit eating grin as he watches you come to the realization that yes you did in fact say that.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t tell me you forgot.” his voice oozes fake sadness and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at the very dramatic boy standing in front of you.

“No, no, I remember.” you finally say. “But I don’t know if you’re ready for it, I mean-”

Steve cups your face in his hands as he brings you closer to him and your sentence fizzles out.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

He doesn’t give you time to respond as he smashes his lips on yours in a very long awaited kiss. He put every ounce of love he had for you in that one kiss, as if that was the last time he’d ever get to feel your lips on his. It felt forever until you remembered you were in the hallway at school and everyone was quite literally staring at the two of you.

“Steve,” you mumble into the kiss.

“Hmm?” he hummed back, eyes still closed as he was very focused on kissing you.

“Steve.” you say again, this time managing to pull away.

Steve whined out a ‘what’ before trying to kiss you again.

You giggled as you backed away but the brunet didn’t let you get far as his arm wrapped around your waist. “Everyone is staring.”

It came out as a low whisper. Steve didn’t even look around the hallway as he responded to you.

“Let them stare.”

He leans in again and you laugh, placing your hand on his mouth. “Steve!”

He lets out an over dramatic sigh as he finally turns to everyone in the hallway. “Alright everyone, show’s over. Shouldn’t you be in class?”

Everyone comes to their senses and they quickly empty the hall.

Steve turns back to you with a smile. “Being King Steve has its perks, huh?”

You roll your eyes and smack the back of his head.

“Sorry.”

The two of you stood in the hall, eyes locked on only each other as Steve’s hand came up to caress your cheek gently.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hang out with you much over the past four months,” he starts. “I was just working on myself. Going to school and straight home; healing so that I could come back to you as fast as I could.”

“Well I’m glad,” you say. “I was starting to think you didn’t actually mean what you said to me.”

“Oh, I meant every word.” he retorts. “Every single word that came out of my mouth that day, I meant.”

“Good to know.”

He smiles at you and you can tell that he’s telling the truth just by the look in his eyes.

“If it wasn’t clear already, I really want you to be my girlfriend.” he kisses the tip of your nose, causing you to smile.

“Hmm… I suppose.” was your response.

Steve’s eyebrows quirk up. “Oh you suppose, huh?”

He began to tickle your sides, making you back up into the lockers beside you in an attempt to get away from him. He traps you between the lockers and himself as he continued his actions and you hold your textbook to your chest trying to squirm away but failing miserably.

“Steve!” you laugh, “Stop! Please!”

He smiles. God, your laugh is so angelic. “Not until I hear you say it!”

“Okay! Okay!” you breathe out. “Yes! I’ll be your girlfriend!”

His hands stop their playful assault on your sides and you look up at him, panting.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.” he grinned.

He takes your face in his hands yet again and leans in but before his lips can touch yours, the bell rings.

Steve groans. “Man, are you serious?”

You chuckle at your boyfriend.

Woah. Boyfriend.

Steve Harrington is your boyfriend.

You back away, much to Steve’s dismay, and hold your hand out for him to take.

“Come on, we gotta get to class.”

He takes your hand and began sulking beside you as you walked to class.

“Oh quit sulking, Steve. We’ll have plenty of time to make out after school.” you say it as a joke but Steve immediately stands upright and smirks.

“Oh really now?”

“It was a joke!”

“Nuh uh Y/N, you said it. No backsies.”

“No backsies? Really?”

“Mhm.”

“Whatever.”

Steve stops walking and turns to you.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

You smile. “I love you too, Stevie.”

His eyes widened at his most favorite nickname falling from your lips and a blush took over his pretty face.

Oh you two were definitely going to make out after school. 

[lowlights]

For Life: The Halloween Introduction

Hi. I meant for this all to be done by today, but life etc. Instead, please enjoy the introduction to my very first a/b/o fic. There is lots more coming.

Pairing: Alpha!Pero x Omega! f!Reader

W.C.: 1k

Warnings: Omegaverse things and all that goes with that. Suggestive talk, established relationship / bonded mates, all the a/b/o things coming soon. Sorry, it's late. That's all I got.

**

“Pero, can you help me plug the rest of the lights in?”

It’s Halloween. Your favorite holiday, the one you celebrate from the first of September to the big day itself at the end of October. Your mate- your Alpha- did everything he could to make you happy all year long. But during spooky season? You could ask anything of him and he would do it for you. 

Anything for his sweet Omega. Even if he grumbled a little, as is Pero’s way. 

But this holiday, everything was going wrong. Your heat was coming, a full week early. 

It had been simmering just under the surface for a day and a half, a burning in your belly that Pero was aware of almost as soon as you were. He had immediately set into action, barely stopping to kiss you before he was hustling out the door to the grocery store. He always made sure you had everything you both would need to get you through your heat. Even suppressed, your heats were a wild, needy thing. You had found trusted heat partners in the past, and they had helped you take the edge off. Helped you get through. You also had heaps of toys, ones that were gathering dust in the box under the bed. 

But nothing - and no one - could prepare you for what it felt like to be with your mate. Your Alpha. 

You try to fight off the growing need as you dump bags of candy into the garishly large skull-shaped bowl. Pero comes stomping into the room, his scent wafting toward you. It’s enticing and you stare at him with desire as he stalks toward you, clearing the length of the living room in three large strides. 

“Enough with the lights. We shouldn’t even be bothering with this, we must make sure everything is set for your heat. Is your nest even ready?” Pero’s eyes are darkly intense, intimidating to anyone but you; his Alpha on edge as it waits for your heat to fully blossom. 

Your breath catches when he stands over you, capturing your chin between his steady thumb and forefinger. Always wanting to make your Alpha pleased, you respond,” Yes, of course it is, darling. I took your sweatshirt and all the blankets you left out for me.” 

Pero tilts your head, exposing his neck to you just as he did the night you became bonded for life. “You smell so good, sweet thing. I just want to take care of you now,” he murmurs, dragging his nose along the column of your neck. Electricity dances down your spine and your knees feel weak. You’re on the precipice, and he can taste you. 

His protective scent rolls over you, soothing your Omega. Alpha will take care of me. He always does.  

Pero leans in for a kiss, exhaling against your lips. 

The doorbell rings, too loud against your raw nerves. 

“Pero, the trick-or-treaters! We need to pass out the candy,” you murmur with concern. You always look forward to seeing what the little ones are wearing, cooing over their little capes and masks. 

“I will give them their sweets. Go make sure everything is just as you like it,” Pero commands. 

You acquiesce, reluctantly. “Alright, but they get to pick at least two. No, three. Let them pick at least three, alright? Don’t rush them, the little ones need time to think.” You rattle on, feet firmly planted in the same spot. 

Pero listens for a moment before issuing a stern warning, so low it’s practically a growl. 

“Omega.”

Your cunt clenches and you scurry back toward your bedroom. After a few minutes of rearranging, you deem it perfect. You can’t wait to show Pero. The doorbell has gone off several times now, and you worry that Pero has been left to his own devices with the children. 

The yearning for your Alpha, the kind that makes your breath quicken and your pussy ache, is becoming unbearable. You want nothing more than to bury yourself in your nest and let Pero work you through your heat. Let him take you and fill you and soothe you over and over and over and…

Oh. It’s here. It’s here and you’re burning up. You need, you need…

“Pero? You call out, stumbling into the living room. You clutch your stomach, trying to stand upright. 

Pero freezes, standing in front of the open door with a little vampire and an even tinier witch standing in the open doorway, rifling through the candy bowl. His scent fills your nostrils, his shoulders seemingly even broader than before. His chest is puffed up and somehow his hair seems a little wilder than just a few moments ago. 

“Take one and go,” he grunts out to the children. 

The witch and vampire protest. “But you said we could take three! Each!” the vampire exclaims. 

Pero snaps. “Take the whole bowl and GO,” he demands, thrusting the comically large amount of candy into their tiny arms. 

“Whoa,” you hear them utter in unison before he is slamming the door. He’s at your side in an instant, effortlessly lifting you up and carrying you down the short hallway to your shared bed. 

“Clothes off, Omega.” 

You weakly help as Pero gently helps you undress. “The porch light. Y-you left it on. They’ll be coming up to the door all night.”

Pero groans in annoyance, pulling the last stitch of clothing off of your body. “Fine, I’ll go turn it off. When I get back, I am going to take care of you. Do you hear me, Omega? I am going to fill you up. Give you my knot.” 

You whine. 

Pero continues. “And I am going to breed you.” 

[lumosandnoxwriting]

hey! im sad that your Halloween plans got cancelled. hope you are staying safe and still have the inspiration to write your great stories!

can i request a fred weasley x fem reader with the "can i borrow your sweater? it smells like you" prompt?

thanks a lot

Thank you for the request!! Writing this little drabbles has certainly kept me entertained!!

Title: The Thing About Marriage Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Prompt: Handing out Candy / Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you

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“So, you’re telling me, muggle kids get to walk around their neighborhood dressed up in costumes and people just give them candy?” Fred asks Y/N as he watches her pour different bags of candy into a large bowl.

“Love we’ve been over this several times,” Y/N laughs. “it’s called trick or treating.” Y/N swats at Fred’s hand as he tries to steal a piece of candy. Fred has been trying to sneak some since she bought it at the shops last week, Y/N had to lock it away in a cupboard using a spell just to keep his hands off of it.

Fred pouts at her. “That’s so not fair. I can’t even have one tiny piece?”

Y/N picks up the bowl and heads towards the front door, Fred following closely behind her. “You can have anything that’s left over, love. I promise.” She turns around so she can put her arms around Fred’s neck. “I can’t believe we get to hand out candy, this is so exciting!”

Y/N’s favorite part of Halloween since becoming too old to trick or treat is stay cozied up under a blanket at home while watching Halloween films and handing out candy. She still gets some treats for herself and she gets to see all of the little kids looking adorable in their costumes. For the past few Halloweens Y/N was living with Fred and George in the flat above their joke shop, meaning they didn’t get any trick or treaters. But her and Fred moved into their own little cottage in a muggle village just a few months ago, so she’ll finally get to do what she loves. She put a ton of time and effort into decorating the outside of their house, wanting it to look festive for all of their visitors.

“You’re such a weirdo, getting excited over giving away candy,” Fred teases, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. “Most people get excited about eating candy.”

Y/N laughs, shrugging her shoulders. “I dunno, it’s just fun. Getting to see how happy it makes all of the little kids, and seeing how cute they all are in their costumes. I just enjoy it, it makes me happy seeing others be happy.”

Fred leans down and kisses her softly. “You are absolutely way too adorable, love.”

“Hey, babe?” Y/N calls from her and Fred’s bedroom a few hours later.

“Yes, love?” he asks, putting the bowl of candy back down as a few little kids toddle away with their parents.

Even though they live in a small village, there are quite a few others that are just a short walking distance away, so their house has been quite busy throughout the night. Y/N has had to refill their candy bowl a few times and they decided to just sit out on their small porch to avoid one of them having to constantly get up and down. There’s a cold chill in the air, and Y/N decided to pop back inside to grab a sweater.

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you,” she asks shyly, leaning up against their front door jam. She has one of Fred’s old Quidditch jumpers in her hand and she’s toying with the soft fabric.

Fred smiles at her. “Of course, love. That’s what this whole marriage thing is about, innit? What’s mine is yours.”

Y/N blushes at Fred’s mention of marriage, her eyes wandering down to the gold ring on his left hand. They’ve already been married for almost half a year, but it still brings butterflies to Y/N’s stomach when she thinks about the fact that Fred is hers’ forever.

“Just wanted to make sure it was alright with you,” she says as she pulls the sweater over her head. The heavy fabric envelops her completely and she takes a deep breath, all of her senses becoming overwhelmed with the smell of Fred. Before she has a chance to return to her seat opposite Fred, he pulls her down into his lap.

“You’re too far away over there, come sit with me,” he says playfully.

Y/N rolls her eyes and settles onto Fred’s lap, one of her arms wrapping around his shoulders. She’s about to lean in to kiss him when a few kids shout trick or treat at them, scaring her slightly.

Fred chuckles and picks the candy bowl back up. “Sick spiderman costume,” he says excitedly as a little boy takes a few pieces of candy. A shy little girl steps up next, dressed up in a pink princess dress. “And you are by far the prettiest princess I’ve seen tonight.” The little girl giggles and curtsies for them, before taking some candy and running back to her parents.

“Let’s have one of those,” Fred muses as Y/N presses a kiss to his cheek.

“I thought we agreed to wait a year,” she says softly, prompting Fred to look at her.

“That’s another thing about marriage, isn’t it? Compromise?” he says with a laugh. “You said a year, I said right away. So, we meet in the middle at six months. And would you believe we’ll be married six months next week?” Fred says in fake awe, as if he hasn’t been thinking these very thoughts for several days now.

Y/N rolls her eyes and places a kiss on Fred’s lips. “Hard to argue with that logic. Especially since we could have our own pretty princess handing out candy with us next year.”

Fred kisses Y/N hard, the candy he had wanted to badly at the beginning of the evening long forgotten as he starts to yearn for something else.

[theladyofdeath]

Scary Movies {Elorcan}

31 Days of Halloween: Day 11.

All installments co-written with @snelbz​

Based on a prompt sent in by anon: “ever since we were kids its been our tradition to binge watch horrible scary movies on halloween, go get the popcorn ready, wait this is much scarier than I remember, hold me”

Autumn/Halloween 2020 {Collection}

Elide looked at her coffee table and smiled. Pizza, popcorn, red vines, and beer. It was the same food, every year, except Coke had eventually turned into alcohol. 

A tradition.

Elide’s favorite of the entire year. 

It had started in middle school, when they decided that they were too old and cool for trick-or-treating. A scary movie, they took turns deciding. Between getting terrified and getting stomach aches from all they consumed, it created a magical evening.

Now, ten years after their first scary movie night on Halloween, Elide was hosting, and Lorcan was running late.

She looked at the clock on her apartment wall and sighed. If he didn’t show up soon, she’d call him, and yell at his ass.

Elide was on her way back from the back bedroom, having grabbed a couple of blankets from the spare room’s closet when a knock came on her door. She slowed and came to a stop.

Lorcan had a spare key, he could— and would— just let himself in. Not to mention, she’d left it unlocked for him. That realization left her all the more wary with what time of night it was.

Making her way over to her door, Elide reached up on her tiptoes to look out the peephole and she saw—

Nothing.

There was nothing and no one in the breezeway.

Cautiously, Elide opened the door and as she took a step out—

Heavy boots stomped on the concrete next to her as someone jumped out and yelled quietly.

The scream that left Elide was decidedly not quiet.

She threw the blankets up and when her heart rate had decelerated enough that she could breathe, she found Lorcan doubled over, hands on his knees, laughing his ass off.

“Not funny, asshole,” she muttered, not stopping to pick up the blankets.

“Very funny, actually,” he said, taking a deep breath as he righted himself and followed her into the apartment.

“I thought you were a…” Elide’s words trailed off as she shook her head.

She was flustered.

“A what?” Lorcan asked, still grinning as he snatched up the blankets and carried them inside. “A late trick or treater? A murderer? If I was a murderer, I wouldn’t come here on Halloween, El. Way too cliché.”

Her lips pursed together as she shut the door.

And locked it.

Lorcan kicked off his boots just inside of the door before passing into the living room and whistling at her set up.

“You’ve spoiled me,” he said, falling back into her couch. “Now I almost feel bad for scaring the shit out of you.”

“You should,” Elide pushed. “I’m almost thinking about tossing the red vines.”

Lorcan’s grin faded. “Don’t you dare.”

She couldn’t stay mad at him, not if she tried, so instead she flopped down next to him, tucking her Halloween-themed, Boo! fuzzy socks underneath her. “Alright, house rules apply. What movies did you bring?”

Once they got their own places, they added a few more nuanced rules to the list. The person who’s house the movie was at got to make the final decision, but the other got to pick the three choices.

Lorcan ticked them each off on a finger as he named them. “The new It, the original Halloween, or Teeth?”

“Not It,” Elide said, shaking her head vehemently. “And you’re an asshole for putting it in the lineup.”

An unfortunate incident at a county fair had scarred Elide for life and now she was terrified of not only clowns, but also the Tilt-A-Whirl and she couldn’t eat cotton Candy anymore. It was a long story and Lorcan knew every second of it, because he’d been there, laughing his ass off then, too.

Lorcan chuckled and said, “Fine, not It.”

“And we watched Teeth when we were like fifteen. I was convinced you weren’t ever going to look at a vagina the same.”

“My fifteen-year-old boy hormones overrode the horror very quickly,” he chuckled. “So Halloween?”

“Halloween,” she agreed. “Put it in.”

“So demanding,” he mumbled, but did as she asked, nonetheless.

He was sitting back beside her as the menu played in no time. After selecting play, he had a beer and his red vines open. 

“Don’t get too scared,” Lorcan muttered, mouth full of candy. “I want you to be able to sleep tonight. Remember, it’s just a movie.”

Elide nudged him with her foot, fluffy sock and all. “Shut up.”

He grinned, unable to control himself. “Don’t you remember our first scary movie night?”

Elide groaned. “Don’t remind me.”

“You nearly pissed yourself,” he said, reminding her, anyway.

Elide scoffed. “I screamed once.”

“And cried twice and begged me to turn it off,” he said, chuckling.

“Why am I friends with you?” She muttered, snuggling back into the blankets and pillows, propping her feet up on the couch. The bottoms of her feet pressed up against his sweatpants-covered thigh.

Lorcan didn’t say anything else, just quietly laughed to himself as he leaned over and turned the lamp off, plunging the room into near darkness.

The beginning of the movies were never scary to Elide, even if the killing started out right away. At the beginning, she could still tell herself it was just a movie. It was as the movie went on, when she found herself immersed in it, that she began to get nervous.

That nervousness continued as she laid awake in the middle of the night, alone. 

Every few minutes, she glanced over at Lorcan. At one point, his eyelids were drooping, and she had no idea how he could be relaxed during such a suspenseful film.

Elide had just cracked open her third beer when Lorcan mumbled, “Crying yet?”

“No, jackass,” she muttered, sipping from the can and clinging to her blanket. She couldn’t help but glance at her living room windows to make sure no one was standing just outside.

Elide didn’t realize just how buzzed she was until she stood to use the restroom. She took one unsteady step before Lorcan paused the movie. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve just got to run to the bathroom, you can let it play,” she replied.

“No, I can’t,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll miss something.”

“I’ve seen it,” she replied, chuckling.

“Yeah, but we haven’t seen it together. That’s a crucial point.”

She rolled her eyes and said, “Fine, I’ll be right back.”

She heard him get up and rifle through her kitchen cabinets, probably looking for something else sweet. As if the entire pack of red vines he’d already consumed wasn’t enough.

When she came back though, she paused. He was in her spot, with his feet propped up, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world as he drank a beer.

Elide cleared her throat.

“Hmm?”

“You’re in my spot,” she said, hands on her hips.

Lorcan looked over at her, one brow raised. “We have spots, now?”

“I’ve always sat in that spot literally every time you have ever come over here. Which is a lot.”

Lorcan shrugged. “I figured we could change it up a bit. I have longer legs. I should be able to stretch my legs out.”

“Your legs are practically hanging off,” Elide protested.

Lorcan blinked. “Not the point.”

With a loud, dramatic sigh, Elide was stumbling back over to the couch.

Lorcan snorted. “You’re drunk.”

“I'm not drunk.”

“How many beers have you had?”

She paused. “A few.”

Lorcan’s grin widened. “You’re drunk.” 

“Am not.”

“Had to get drunk to make it through the scary movie, huh?” he teased. 

Elide was caught between saying am not and fuck you, and her statement ended up coming out as, “Fuck not.” 

Lorcan tossed his head back against the cushions as he laughed. “Drunk Elide has arrived.” 

She sat down in his spot and kicked her feet up on his lap. She was expecting him to shove them off or make a joke about them stinking or something else classically Lorcan. So when he gently took one in his hand and began massaging it, she stopped paying attention to a single thing happening in the movie.

His hands on her were enough to cause that, and if she could just—

A scream rang out from the tv and Elide gasped, turning her attention back to the movie, as Jamie Lee Curtis tried to out run Michael Meyers.

When Elide looked back over at Lorcan, he was looking decidedly smirky.

“Fuck off,” she muttered.

“Don’t you mean fuck not?” he asked, those hands still massaging her sore ankle. 

Elide hated herself for smiling at him. Hated that she loved the way he was smiling at her. She hated his little jokes and snide remarks. Hated that his massages felt so damn good.

The movie on the screen continued, and Elide had found Lorcan’s hands on her ankle incredibly interesting as the tense music played loudly from the surround sound speakers.

Soon enough, the movie was over and Elide was wondering how an hour and a half slipped by so quickly.

“Do you want to watch another?” She asked, as he stood and stretched. “Since it’s a Saturday and everything.”

That smirk was still in place, but she could see a softness in his eyes. “Can you handle another two hours of sheer terror?”

“I wasn’t that scared,” she mumbled, crossing her arms.

Lorcan only grinned and flopped back on the couch, laying out and cracking open another beer.

She rolled her eyes before turning on Cabin In the Woods, and making her way back over to to the couch. “Where exactly am I supposed to sit now?” She asked, pointing to where his feet were in her vacated seat. His entire frame barely fit on her couch.

He wiggled his sock covered toes. “My turn for a foot massage.” He winked at her.

She scrunched her nose. “I don’t wanna touch your feet.”

He pretended to be offended. “And why is that?”

“Your feet are gross.” She chuckled as she sat on top of his shins. “They stink.”

“They do not. They’re cute as fuck and smell like roses.”

Elide giggled. “You keep thinking that. They stink, and they’re massive.”

“What does their size have to do with them?” he laughed. “Isn’t size a good thing? You know what they say about big feet.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, amused as she shook her head.

Lorcan didn’t say anything else, just wiggled his feet free from under her and drank his beer. When he finished, he stood and started collecting the cans.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

He shrugged. “We killed a twelve pack. I’m going to get the rest of the beer out of the fridge.”

Elide rolled her eyes, but she resituated and got comfortable on the couch. When Lorcan returned, he handed her a fresh drink and sat down in the middle of the couch. His arm was draped over the back of the couch, his hand right behind Elide’s head. He began to play with strands of hair coming out of the back of her ponytail.

Elide had to resist the urge to purr.

He handed her another full can.

She didn’t hesitate as she took it, popped it open, and downed it. She hated the taste of beer, but as the night went on, she tasted it less and less. 

Lorcan continued to play with her hair.

Elide had no idea what was going on in the movie, but she didn’t care, and wasn't scared at all as Lorcan continued to play with her hair. 

To her surprise, he let her relax, didn’t try to scare her, didn’t try to tease her, not anymore. The movie was about half way done when Elide looked over at him to find him already watching her. 

“What?” she laughed, quietly. 

“You like me playing with your hair,” he whispered, and he wore no smile. 

“Maybe,” she admitted.

“I’ve been playing with your hair for thirty minutes,” he continued. 

“I noticed,” she said, her voice small as she tried to concentrate, tried to notice if she was slurring her words or not. 

She sure as hell couldn’t tell if he was.

They’d danced around this for years, the feelings they had for each other, the other never seeming to return the feelings that they had. Everyone else constantly gave them shit for not just being together.

Elide always touted off the same response about Lorcan not looking at her that way. What she didn’t know is that he always said she deserved better than a bastard.

She tried to look back at the movie to concentrate on who was on screen, what was happening, but those lithe fingers just kept slipping through the strands.

And then her hair came loose, as he pulled the ponytail out of it and flicked it at her.

“Hey!” She cried, looking for it in the piles and piles of blankets.

Lorcan only looked at her, a self-satisfied look on his face. “What are you thinking?” 

Elide stilled. “What do you mean?”

“You were thinking something, I could see it,” he followed. “What was it?”

“Nothing,” she replied, a little too quickly. 

“Nothing?” he asked, one brow raised. “Liar.”

“Am not.”

“You just don’t want to tell me.”

“And if I don’t?” Elide asked.

He was grinning. “You’re drunk.”

“So?” she asked.

His grin faded. “What were you thinking, El?”

That we should get over ourselves and see what we could be. “That I have no idea what’s going on in this movie.” 

“Neither do I,” he admitted, his voice quiet.

His eyes were on her mouth. When she bit down on her bottom lip, his nostrils flared slightly and he wet his own lips. She breathed, “Are you staring at my lips?”

If it weren’t for the alcohol in her veins, she never would have had the nerve to ask. He nodded once.

“And what are you thinking?” She asked, quietly.

“You have nice lips,” he confessed.

Elide hesitated. “I have nice lips?”

He nodded, once, yet again. 

“Interesting,” she said, when he said no more, her voice remaining small. 

“Interesting?” he repeated.

“Interesting,” she agreed. 

They both stared at one another, the movie playing quietly in the background. It was strange, how Elide’s heart was beating uncontrollably throughout the screams and shrieks from the t.v. screen, but not from fear.

Not at all from fear. 

From exhilaration, from disbelief, from wondering if she was picking up the wrong ques. 

“You’re still looking at my lips,” she said. 

“You’re looking at mine now,” was his response.

He was right, of course. She was.

After a second, she cleared her throat and looked back to the television, but she could still feel his gaze on her from time to time.

During one of the bloodiest scenes she’d ever seen, Lorcan suddenly paused the movie. “Do you hear that?”

Elide snorted. “I’m not falling for that.”

“I’m serious,” he said, looking behind them, towards the window. “You don’t hear that?”

The tone of his voice was unsettling. She pulled her feet up onto the couch, even though she had no idea what he was hearing. She couldn’t hear anything. “This isn’t funny, Lor. Stop it.”

He quickly got up and went to the front door, making sure it was locked, before looking out the window. Elide’s heart was racing. She still hadn’t heard anything, he hadn’t-.

“Oh gods, I was right,” he said, hurrying back to the couch.

She was pretty sure she was going to have a panic attack. “What is it?”

“It’s the… the…” He swallowed harshly and looked at her. “The tickle monster.”

“Damn it Lor-.”

He was flying to her side of the couch and tickling her sides, making her squirm, making her laugh, making her scream before she could even finish her sentence. 

“Lorcan!” She cried, trying to push him away, but he was massive and when he was on a tickle mission, he was going to see it through.

“Lorcan!” She said, again, getting a good hit on his chest this time.

Lorcan’s laugh was contagious, his smile bright, and it wasn’t until Lorcan’s fingers stopped dancing along her sides that Elide realized how they were laying.

He was on top of her, his chest across her legs, his head just above her waist. His body wasn’t completely pressed up against her, but it was pressed up enough.

His fingers sat on her bare skin, her shirt having just barely ridden up during his onslaught of tickles, and her skin felt like it was on fire where he touched her. Sitting that close, she swore she could see bits of blue in the depth of his black eyes. His thumb began to rub a slow circle over her hip.

She sat up, at the same time and when he pulled her closer, she breathed his name.

They were close.

It wasn’t that she had never been close to him, but this was a different kind of close. She could feel his warm, alcohol-scented breath on her lips.

Lorcan.

Her Lorcan.

Her best friend.

The movie was still playing, Elide was certain, but she couldn’t see it, couldn’t hear it.

There was nothing in the world except for him.

“You’re drunk,” Lorcan whispered.

“So are you,” Elide agreed.

Lorcan nodded, slowly, his nose nearly brushing along hers. “Yeah.”

And then he was kissing her, slowly, gently.

She didn’t hesitate, her lips moving against his as if they were made for each other. One of her hands gripped his arm, they other still pressed against his chest and she bunched the fabric up in her hands.

A scream from the tv had them pulling apart and both breathing heavily as they looked at each other.

Elide breathed, “You know, if you were scared, all you had to do was say so.”

Lorcan looked at her for a moment before tipping his head back and laughing. 

[laequiem]

No tricks, only treats [ONESHOT]

/ Cardan and Jude join the rest of the family to enjoy Halloween in the Mortal World.

Part of Tales from the Mortal Realm, a collection of random moments in the lives of the Queen and King of Elfhame.

"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"

I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.

"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."

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"Is it strange that I find you attractive dressed as such?"

I was looking at myself in the mirror, assessing my outfit, when Cardan sneaked into the room. His training with The Ghost was paying off, he was as silent as ever.

"Strange? Yes. Surprising? No."

I saw him prowl towards me through the glass. He slid his arms around my waist, staring at me through my reflection.

Today is October 31st and Oak insisted we join him in celebrating Halloween. Of course, this means we all need costumes. I decided to go as the one character I knew more than anyone else.

Cardan.

I looked through his wardrobe for my outfit. It was quite hard to find a top that was loose enough to account for my breasts, as most of his clothes were tailored to fit him perfectly. I also found a dark blue coat, its collar covered in iridescent feathers. I gave up trying to find pants in his collection, as my hips would never fit, and just wore a pair of black leggings with black combat boots.

"What do you mean, dear Jude?"

"The only thing you love more than booze is yourself."

He raised his brows, making a show of looking offended. 

"Your capacity to lie to yourself will always impress me,” he said then plucked a kiss to my temple, “I love you more than I love wine."

I don’t think I will ever get over him being  caring . It felt as if he was a completely different person from the boy who would disturb lessons just to get attention.

Cardan turned me to face him, then inspected my face. “Something is missing.” He took my hand and directed me to his personal vanity. He opened the drawer and pulled out some cosmetics. He lined my eyes with kohl and coated my lashes with dark mascara. I suppressed my laugh when I saw he was so concentrated that he had stuck out his tongue. Then, he took out some glittery gold powder and applied it on my cheekbones. 

He took a step back to look at his handiwork and smiled.

“And the final touch,” he said as he plucked his crown off his head and put it on my head at an angle, “Voilà!”

I looked at myself in the mirror. I did not bother with any kind of wig. I put my hair up in elaborate braids, letting a few short curls hang in a few places. Yet, even without his signature dark hair, I still looked like him. I made faces at myself in the mirror, trying to get his grin right. 

Finally, I got up. “Your turn now, dearest Cardan.”

When Heather learned that Cardan would be coming too, she started suggesting outfits for him. She even went as far as drawing some of them. Something about his otherworldly looks inspired her. Maybe it's the tail, since a lot of her designs included it: a devil, sexy cat man and my personal favorite, a cute puppy.

In the end, I chose my own, petty idea. I walked in the closet and pulled out the outfit I had the servants clean for the occasion. 

“A King needs his Queen,” I grinned as I revealed the Queen of Mirth dress and crown.

Cardan threw his head back laughing. “You sure know how to hold a grudge.”

Thankfully, my husband was a team player, and he went with it. Even in this, he looked strikingly handsome. Or pretty, I guess. Unfair.

We landed in Maine in the early afternoon. It was strange to be awake so early, but Cardan did not seem bothered at all. We met up with Vivi, Heather, Oak, Taryn and Garrett at the entrance to FallFest, some kind of harvest festival that was held every October in the local park. It had everything from harvest contests to food stands, a section with typical carnival games, a small hay maze and even a haunted house.

I was not surprised to see my eldest sister dressed up, she went crazy for Halloween every year. Vivienne would dress up for a week straight before Halloween, even when she still lived in Elfhame. She was wearing a tight black bodysuit with a tail and claws as well as a black leather mask with cat ears. Heather dressed up as some kind of … plant lady? She had a short bodysuit made of green ivy leaves, green stockings and a long red wig. Oak was with them, wearing a reddish pink shirt with a big yellow star on it. I can only assume they went for pop-culture references I am unfamiliar with.

The real surprise was seeing my twin Taryn and her quiet lover also dressed up.

"What are you dressed as?", Cardan inquired, cocking his head to the side, "You ought to have dressed as Jude, you have already proved to be so good at it."

I snapped my head at him and slammed my foot as hard as I could on his. He was joking, of course. But the peace between me and Taryn was still fairly new. We mostly kept to ourselves and rarely talked. Garrett was back with the Court of Shadow and we were friendly, but he kept his professional and personal lives completely separated.

Cardan was hopping on one foot, scowling at me like he did not understand why I was upset. Taryn understood, though. She was sheepishly looking at the ground.

"I… I'm sorry for tricking you, Cardan."

I tried finding something to say to end the awkwardness. I wanted Cardan to apologize for what he said, but I knew he would not. Fae don't apologize.

Thankfully, Vivi broke the silence. "C'mon guys, we're here to HAVE FUN!" she complained, "What ARE you two dressed as?"

"Phantom of the Opera." Garrett replied.

"Nerds."

"Says the one dressed up as Catwoman." Garrett mocked.

The bickering continued, though less mean-spirited than Cardan’s original comment, as we walked down the main path. Our first stop was the pumpkin carving station. Each couple got their own pumpkin to carve, though Vivi and Heather’s pumpkin was mostly Oak’s handiwork and the couple making sure he did not stab himself. Taryn and Garrett made some intricate flower design on theirs, Garrett being the one doing the carving of course. As for us, well… Cardan had creative ideas, but no skills with a blade, and my skills were more of the  stabbing  variety. We settled on giving our pumpkin a traditional jack-o-lantern face. 

After the effort of carving pumpkins, we were starving. Oak was complaining, dragging his feet on the ground so much that Vivi and Heathers were holding both of his hands to pull him along. Behind them, I saw Taryn with her arm looped around The Ghost's.

I was suddenly very aware that Cardan and I were the only ones not holding hands.

Nobody knows us here. We needn't keep the appearance of the power couple, together to rule and nothing else.

I took my hand out of the pockets of my borrowed coat and tentatively brushed my fingers against Cardan's hand. I saw him whip his head towards me, and I blushed when I witnessed the surprise in his face. Soon enough, he smiled. One of those smiles he kept for me and only me, blissful and happy. The smile he gives me when we have the time to spend hours cuddled together in bed, enjoying each other's presence.

Cardan took my hand and squeezed. I squeezed back.

We spent the rest of the afternoon eating good food, trying to guess the weight of giant pumpkins and visiting a haunted house. Cardan was fascinated by the weird human traditions and absolutely ecstatic about the food. Pumpkin-spiced flavored food will become the new trend in Elfhame, judging by his reaction.

When the sun started to go down, Taryn and Garrett left for Madoc’s, who decided to try giving out candy to the trick-or-treaters. Heather and Vivienne had initially volunteered to take Oak trick-or-treating himself, but when one of their friends invited them to a party, we offered to take him instead. Oak was excited to spend more time with me and “Uncle Cardan”. 

I had not gone trick-or-treating in...10 years? Maybe 12? Since my parents died. Cardan, obviously, had never gone. So, dressed up as each other, with Oak dressed as some cartoon character, we roamed the residential streets of the city to beg for sweets.

“If it is called ‘trick-or-treat’, does that mean I can make bargains if someone refuses to give me candy?” Cardan asked as we watched Oak go up to a house.

I gave him my best ‘I’ll-strangle-you-if-you-do’ stare. “No. No turning people into cats, no curse making them hear imaginary insects buzzing around their ears.”

“Why is it called trick-or-treat, then?”

Vivienne told me they had to explain this to Oak, too, a few weeks ago. Someone at school had mentioned being excited to go trick-or-treating and my brother had been very confused.

“I don’t know.”

Cardan hmmed and smirked, “Perhaps the Folk were involved when the holiday was first established.”

I crossed my arms.

“If that’s the case, not all traditions need to be brought back.”

He laughed at that, then reached around me and pulled me closer to him.

“You win. I won’t trick anyone,” he crooned in my ear, “but I want a kiss for being well behaved.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically. “So needy.”

Once again, I had to remind myself that nobody knows us here. Nobody recognized our costumes today: in the mortal world, dressed as each other, we were only The Guy In An Ugly Dress and Fashionable Emo Boy. Nobody knew we are King and Queen of Elfhame, therefore there are no expectations to be the hedonistic king and his murderous wife.

I slid my hand behind his neck and pulled him down. I felt him smile as I captured his lips with mine.

“Ew, gross!” Oak’s voice came from the other end of the driveway, “Stop that, come here.”

Reluctantly, we pulled away from each other and looked towards the house. Oak was in front of the opened door, talking with a couple. 

“Honey, look,” the tallest woman exclaimed as we walked down the driveway, “She’s dressed as High King Cardan!”

“Oh my god,” the other one replied, sounding so very human, “that sounds kind of profane. Do you think he would have her hung for this?”

As I looked at the two women, I realized that Oak had stumbled upon the house of a Fae couple. They saw through his glamour, and he saw through theirs.

“This is my sister Jude,” Oak started, “and this is my Uncle Cardan.”

Both females had gone completely still and were staring at Cardan with wide eyes. Simultaneously, they bowed deeply. 

“Forgive us, Your Majesty. We weren’t expecting you.”

“We so rarely see our kind around here,” the shorter one said nervously, “we… wanted to meet who little Oak was with.”

“We have tea, if you would like.”

I dared a glance at Cardan and noticed he seemed amused. Was he delighted to make them uncomfortable?

“That won’t be necessary,” he said as he took my hand, “My  wife  has us on a tight schedule, we have other houses to visit. Have a nice evening.”

I caught the emphasis on  wife  and realized they only recognized him as royalty. ‘  Your Majesty ’, singular. I could tell from the two females’ expressions that they also understood their mistake. I felt bad for them knowing they had no ill intent, probably unaware of the situation in Faerie. Yet, I could not help the grin that crept on my face. I worked hard to become High Queen. I fought and killed my way through the ranks, almost dying. Multiple times. I made decisions that will haunt me until the day I die. I am High Queen, and the Folk must know. 

“It was nice meeting you,” I say as I take Oak’s hand, “You are welcome to visit us at the palace if you wish.”

My memories from before Faerieland were to blurry, I did not remember getting so much candy. Did Taryn and I get that much? How could we possibly have eaten all of that? Cardan and I each had a smaller bag, only accompanying Oak to some of the doors, but Oak had multiple full bags. Once he went to sleep, Oriana was more than happy to give us some. She had learned how bad candy was for children’s teeth - even little Fae kids. She filled little bags for us to take back to Elfhame. 

Like anyone eating candy for the first time, Cardan went a little crazy. He wanted to try everything. Faeries might be different in a lot of ways, but I now have proof that chocolate is addictive even to them. 

The High King of Elfhame ate so much candy that he fell asleep on the couch, to the former General’s dismay.

[dawninlatin]

Happy Halloween

Part of the Manorian Teacher AU

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Summary: Manon and Dorian celebrate Halloween together for the first time

Dorian Havilliard was finally beginning to understand that Manon had been serious when she’d uttered the words I don’t play Halloween. This was the first holiday they would spend together, and Dorian knew he’d be in for a rough month when his girlfriend had woken up on October 1st, a disturbing smile on her face, and declared the day to be the first of Halloween.

Manon was slightly terrifying on any given day, but Manon during the spookiest month of the year…Dorian suppressed a shudder at the thought of how she practically buzzed with giddy excitement.

And how his girlfriend, it seemed, went all out with everything.

Stepping into the kitchen, which had been transformed into the lab of a mad scientist, Dorian filled the giant bowl standing on the counter with candy for any trick-or-treaters that might dare knock on their door.

Normal people usually went with one theme when decorating their home, but theirs looked like a haunted mansion, a new theme in every room. Their garden was now a graveyard, the downstairs bathroom could have passed for an asylum, the living room was a murder scene, the hallway was filled with your average spider webs and skeletons, and in the kitchen, there were jars filled with very realistic eyes, creepy, rusty instruments hanging on the walls and vials with green smoke coming out of them. Manon had assured him whatever she was brewing was perfectly safe, «just don’t, under any circumstance, ingest it.»

Not playing, indeed.

One would think having Aelin Galathynius as a friend for most of his life would make him immune to anything spooky, since Halloween practically was a religion to her, but compared to Manon, it was all child’s play. No surprise those two had gotten along so quickly.

Throughout the month, they’d watched more horror movies together than Dorian had his whole life, and every day, Manon found new, creative ways to scare him shitless.

Dorian often wondered how he hadn’t had an actual heart attack yet, with all the ways she’d managed to make him scream in horror, whether that was by jumping out from behind doors or placing severed limbs in the fridge. Not even work was safe, since they were both teachers at the same high school.

He couldn’t help but look a little forward to tomorrow, when it would all be over, their lives back to normal. Of course, he would never tell Manon that. As much as he hated being scared, the look of complete and utter glee on her face whenever she managed to scare him made up for it.

It wasn’t that Dorian didn’t like Halloween, either, they just had completely different views on how to best spend it. His ideal Halloween meant watching a cozy movie like Halloweentown or A nightmare before Christmas while shamelessly eating a ridiculous amount of candy. Manon’s motto seemed to be the more macabre, the better.

But instead of complaining, Dorian looked forward to Christmas, when he would guilt her into partaking in every cheesy, fluffy tradition there was while feeling the joyous spirit of Christmas. He could already picture how hard Manon would roll her eyes at all the Hallmark movies he planned to show her.

After filling up the huge bowl of candy, Dorian stepped out into the hallway, placing it on the console table next to the door. Hopefully he would get to eat most of it by the end of the night, since he doubted anyone were brave enough to walk up to their dark, old house. He sure as shit wouldn’t have been.

As he passed the large, full-length mirror, Dorian couldn’t help the satisfied look on his face. He’d done an excellent job with his costume this year. A sheer blouse, a pair of high-waisted black pants, golden jewelry, golden dust highlighting his cheekbones, pointy ears, a tail, all pulled together by the goblet of wine he was holding. The one good thing about Halloween was that it allowed him to dress up as his favorite book characters.

He shifted his gaze downward for a moment, adjusting his clothes, and when he looked back up, he let out a yelp at the creature standing behind him in the mirror. Thunder crackled outside as Manon leaned her head back and laughed manically.

She was a truly horrifying sight to behold with her wholly white eyes and bloody grin. Her white hair was smeared with what could only be described as gore and her throat looked to be slit. She looked like a nightmare, and judging by the satisfied smirk on her face, she knew it too.

«You ready for some scary movies?» Manon asked him, giving his costume a nod of approval. Absolutely not, Dorian wanted to say, knowing she’d saved the worst movies for last.

Instead, he took a shuddering breath and said, «Can’t wait.» His voice was tight, shaking slightly. The look Manon gave him made him want to turn the lights on and hide under a blanket.

-

They were only fifteen minutes into A Nightmare on Elm Street, but Dorian was already clinging to Manon, his face buried in the crook of her neck. How could she be so calm right now? She seemed to be enjoying it, even.

Someone knocked on the door, and Dorian jumped, his heart racing. It’s just trick-or-treaters, he told himself. Definitely not a psychopath killer.

«Fucking finally!» Manon exclaimed as she paused the movie and got up, heading towards the door. Dorian was torn between wanting to run out and protect her from the killer that was surely waiting behind the closed door and begging her to not leave him alone.

Calm down you idiot, he told himself. What kind of killer knocks on the door?

Then it hit him, all blood draining from his face. It would be a genius move to just knock on the door if you wanted to kill someone.

As he was about to run into the hallway and hide behind his girlfriend as she dealt with the threat, he heard the door open, followed by the sound of giggling children. Manon’s words from earlier, when he’d asked why she loved Halloween so much, echoed in his mind: «I get to scare little children while looking awesome! What’s not to love?» The more he got to know this woman, the more she amazed him.

After a moment, Manon said something he couldn’t make out, but he could hear the kids scream as they ran away, then the door slamming shut once more. The sound of Manon’s evil laughter filled the eerie house as she stepped back into the living room. «I love Halloween!»

-

Dorian was sure he’d never been more relieved when the movie finally ended and Manon turned the lights back on. That relief was quickly replaced by dread though, when a loud thump sounded upstairs.

«What was that?» Manon asked, casting a worried glance at the ceiling.

Dorian eyed her suspiciously, knowing she was surely the one behind this.

«Why are you looking at me like that?» she hissed when she noticed his accusing stare. «This isn’t me, I swear!» His face paled at the truth he could hear in her voice.

«It’s probably nothing, right?» Dorian tried to hide the fear in his voice with a nonchalant chuckle. Their house was old, so it was normal for it to make a lot of scary noises. Although…

«That came from the attic, right?» Manon whispered from her spot next to him, her breath hitching as they heard another thump.

«I think so,» he said, swallowing audibly.

«Maybe we should check it out…»

Dorian shook his head. «Fuck no! The one thing I’ve learned from all those movies you’ve made me watch is to never check out weird noises.» No way was he stepping foot into the creepy attic. He’d avoided it as much as possible since moving into the house a month ago.

«Fine, then I’ll do it,» Manon declared, giving him a nasty glare. Yet he didn’t miss the way she rose a bit reluctantly, her voice shaking.

When she was halfway across the room, Dorian let out a defeated sigh, quickly trailing after her. He didn’t want to find the source of the noise, but he most definitely didn’t want to be left alone either.

He made sure to keep close behind her as they carefully treaded up the stairs, the howling wind making the entire house shake.

As they reached the top, Dorian put on a sweet face and gestured to the door. «After you, darling.»

Manon scoffed, rolling her eyes, but she didn’t move to open the door leading into the dark attic, either. Almost as if she was…hesitating.

«Don’t tell me you’re scared, Blackbeak?»

«No,» she claimed, but he could hear the fear in her voice. «ButifwedieIloveyou,» she blurted and opened the door.

Dorian knew the thought of something scaring Manon should have made him turn around and run for his dear life, but he was also eager to see what happened next.

Manon lifted a shaking hand to flick on the light, Dorian holding his breath. As her eyes fell upon the source of the noise, she let out a high-pitched shriek and ran into Dorian’s arms.

The shock of hearing Manon Blackbeak shriek erased all trace of fear lingering in him, and as he peered over her shoulder, into the attic, he leaned his head back and howled with laughter.

For there, in the middle of the floor, was Abraxos, trapped under a white sheet, a knocked-over box next to him. «Meow,» he said, as if in greeting.

Dorian pulled up his phone, snapping a picture of the little ghost. Then he turned around and took another, of Manon, who now stood at the middle of the landing, arms hanging limp at her sides, a mix of fear and confusion on her face. He should have felt guilty for laughing at her, but revenge tasted so sweet.

Her frightened look quickly turned into one of rage as she noticed what Dorian was doing, his laughter dying at the murderous glance she threw him. «Meow,» Abraxos said once more, unknowingly stopping Manon from killing Dorian with her eyes.

After freeing the poor kitten, Dorian turned towards a glaring Manon and said, unable to hide the amusement in his voice, «Is a harmless kitten all it takes to scare you?»

Her face broke into a terrifying grin. «I wouldn’t look so smug if I were you. There are still a few hours left…» Then she just turned on her heel and began walking down the stairs, glancing over her shoulder. «Happy Halloween, Dorian.»

A/N: Remember when I said I'd have lots of time to write? Yeah, me neither...

I am very sorry for not updating anything, but I barely have the energy to keep up with school these days, so things will take time:(

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[madlymiho]

Hi! ✨ For the spooky event i'd like to ask for Shanks and Mihawk with the alphabet letters: D, Y, G, P and T! (They can be nsfw, but i don't mind, be free with whatever you come up with ☺) Thx so much! And for this event too!! 😍💕✨

Hi there! 🌛 and thank you for participating to the spookyvent! 👻 I'm super happy you picked my brand new alphabet! 😱

I hope this will suit you! ❤️

SPOOKYVENT #1

Shanks

Dress-up: What are their favorite costume to wear and what kind of costume do they enjoy? Would they put on a costume or are they reluctant to do so? Do they put effort in their costume or are they doing the minimum?

Shanks is among the people who definitely loves to dress-up for Halloween but religiously sucks at it for sure, at the edge of embarassing people for his lack of efforts in what he believes to be an awesome costume... He definitely understands the mood during this period of the year, and he particularly enjoys the fact he can be someone else, but unfortunately, Shanks isn’t the fanciest guy in town, and he’s not particularly focused on the details. A simple rippd cape he found somewhere and some tomato at the corner of his lips would do the job, and since he’s almost certain to ruin his costume by the end of the night (yeah, Halloween is about partying), he doesn’t need to put a lot of efforts in his wardrobe. His favorite thing remains to actually pretend to be someone else, someone he knows to copy his mimics and behaviors, and when he has the occasion, he steals a piece or two of clothes at Mihawk’s place and have fun pretending he’s that spooky vampire... Otherwise, don’t expect him to do much more!

Yeet: A random halloween little story about them

When he was a bit younger, Shanks loved to appear on various noble islands during Halloween night, pretending that he was a ghost captain from a ghost ship, and he was thoroughly frightening the nobles, because it was always terribly funny to see their look on their faces (and don’t demand a lot of money to calm his wrath). Unfortunately, with the years, the nobles built an impressive armada to protect themselves from the dangerous ghost, to the point that one day, they had to escape at least 6 war ships from the Navy. Since when, Benn Beckam made it clear with his captain: if he ever pretends he’s a ghost captain one more time, he will throw him overboard and leave him to his fate!

Grim Reaper: What are their relationship to death? Are they afraid, open to it? How do they accept it or not?

Shanks isn’t afraid of death and believes it’s the most natural and logical thing in this world. We all born to die one day, there’s no trick to actually fight the end, and there’s no point to be afraid of it. As a pirate, and a Yonko, he has witnessed a lot deaths among his friends and enemies, and somehow, it became a part of his nature. He saw Gol D Roger on that scaffold one day, ready to die, with the brightest smile on his lips, and somehow, despite his sadness, despite his fear to be left alone one more time, Shanks also understood that life worths something because of death. Since when, he believes he has to welcome her as a friend rather than an enemy. As long as he enjoys his life and his adventure... he’s all good with the idea to leave this world one day. He’s just afraid of his emotions when he will lose the members of his family, the Red Hair Pirates... 

Prank: Are they up to some mischief during halloween night or do they prefer to keep things casual? Do they like to be pranked, or prank in return?

Better run the hell away if you don’t like being pranked! Here comes the mastermind of prank, the little red-haired devil, and all his crewmates are already tired when they discover that it’s soon to be spooky season! Shanks is one of the filthiest pranker, and he clearly doesn’t wait for Halloween night to be up to some mischief! He has already prepared his ideas for a few weeks, because he knows exactly how to piss off his crewmates, especially the most serious one, like Beckam. Though, he wouldn’t mind to be pranked as well, and will recognize his defeat is someone ever prank him better than him! Shanks is all about having fun and messing around, his pranks are genuine, and it’s a good way to bond with other people!

Trick or treat: What kind of trick-or-treater are they? Do they appreciate the tradition? Do they prefer to stay at home? Did they prepare a bowl of candies or on the contrary, do they have nothing at all ready?

When he discovered the “trick and treat” tradition, he was like a kid in a candy shop! Shanks finds this tradition particularly cute, especially when he meets some children on his journey, and has the privilege to escort them, and he always pushes them to ask for more candies, or throw eggs if the person doesn’t have anything to offer. He forgets a bit about his position in the world, and it’s the best way to offer some pleasant moments for kids who don’t have the chance to have an easy life. Probably he will share his loots with all of them when he would find a way to steal everyone’s house in the neighborhood, telling ghost stories around a bonfire, stuffing their bellies with all the candies and snacks they have been able to find.

Mihawk

Dress-up: What are their favorite costume to wear and what kind of costume do they enjoy? Would they put on a costume or are they reluctant to do so? Do they put effort in their costume or are they doing the minimum?

If Mihawk eventually decides to dress up for Halloween, you better be sure that he would put a lot of efforts in his costume! He particularly adores whatever comes from the Victorian era, using all the fanciest accessories to turn his costume into something absolutely magnificent. Cape, jewels, sharp nails, fake teeth, but also corset, silk shirt... He believes that if you decide to do something, you need to do it with your best skills and attributes, and there’s no excuse to be lazy. Though, there’s also this inner part he won’t clearly talk about... but Mihawk just loves to be dressed-up like this!

Yeet: A random halloween little story about them

One time, only one time, he accepted to celebrate Halloween with Shanks and his crewmates. Only once he lowered his guard, finally indulging his weird and uncommon friend to have a night of celebrations. It ended-up in the most unpleasant party for Mihawk. Too many drinks have been involved, leading the captain of the Red Hair Pirates to mess around with the Navy, putting Mihawk in such an awkward position that he has preferred to abandon Shanks on a virgin island, sailing back to his lonely place, irritated as hell and cursing against his red-haired friend.

Maybe he was also pissed off because he had a good time... but as the numerous legends during Halloween night, these stories are only stories...

Grim Reaper: What are their relationship to death? Are they afraid, open to it? How do they accept it or not?

As many pirates on the sea, Mihawk is pretty detached to the idea that death can be something terrible, or frightening. There’s a certain peace and quietness coming with it, probably because death isn’t something he finds awful, but natural, and perfectly understandable. We all borrow time to the big clock of the universe, one day you have to leave this world of yours behind, and for him, there’s no taboo about it. Probably, he has already accepted that his life could be short because of his activities, and as a swordman, the best one in the world, he wishes to die with the best honors. He’s also quite open to the idea of ending his own life if he needs to, completely aware of the warriors’ tradition. He’s perfectly comfortable with the idea of dying one day, whether it be in a near future, or in a long time, universe will see how much time he can have anyway.

Prank: Are they up to some mischief during halloween night or do they prefer to keep things casual? Do they like to be pranked, or prank in return?

Obviously not the best person to prank someone, or to be pranked in return! If he believes the spooky season is perhaps the most enjoyable holidays, and that he appreciates a few traditions relied to this particular period, he doesn’t believe that pranking people is on the list. Mihawk remains someone utterly serious, he doesn’t care about activities he finds utterly childish. Surely, kids can have fun between them, but those pranks need to stay away from him. He doesn’t have the patience to deal with that, he’s a busy man.

Trick or treat: What kind of trick-or-treater are they? Do they appreciate the tradition? Do they prefer to stay at home? Did they prepare a bowl of candies or on the contrary, do they have nothing at all ready?

Mihawk doesn’t participate to this tradition and wouldn’t hunt for candies or other snacks, especially when you see what kind of island he appreciates to live on. He’s more a solitary individual, enjoying the silence of his castle, far from the mad crowd and its everlasting passion for hubbub. He doesn’t have candies to offer either, Mihawk preferring to keep a healthy life’s hygiene most of the time. He might have some cakes here and there, but it wouldn’t be very convenient to hand them to kids, and even more, they wouldn’t appreciate the rich aromas of his favorite dishes.

No, for sure, Mihawk prefers to open a bottle of a refined wine and enjoy a good reading, his own communion with the spirits and the undeads surrounding this world.

[alias-b]

The Shape.

Summary: It's Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare. Being blind, Marnie McClane considers herself scared of very little. Few things worse than the polite pity she gets from the neighborhood. A misunderstanding leads to a conversation she’ll never forget while she recalls an old friend.

A/N: I’m not back, I might return Monday but idk I guess when I’m down, I write things for slashers that interest very few in my circle. Posting anyways :( I made this in 2 hrs lol

Hope this is enjoyed either way, just trying to get my drive back. Thanks all!! ((TW: Shockingly none!!! Light threats of danger maybe?? No smut sorry)) Let me know what you think and I promise to reply when I return to tumblr for good. xoxo

Halloween, 1963

   “Trick-or-treat!”

   Always followed with shy giggles and little, outstretched hands.

  “Take as many as you like.” A bowl was pushed forward with a colorful selection. Marnie McClane tilted her head to hear the rustling. Parents chided so ‘thank yous’ followed.

   “You’re all very welcome.”

  “Richie, don’t take that many!” A voice sparked. 

  “Ah, mom, she said to take a bunch. She can’t see me!”

  “Richie!”

  “It’s alright, we bought too much this year.” Marnie listened to footsteps across cobblestone.

  “Richie, don’t run too far, young man!”

  “I won’t!” 

  “Sorry about him. Just at that age. You know?” Mrs. Castle approached the porch Marnie had seated herself on.

  “Kids.” A light shrug followed.

  “Who did your decorating?”

  “Dad and I before they left for my Aunt’s.” Eerie blue eyes shifted a few directions. No focused on any impossible blur in the black.

  “And...you’re alright here by yourself?”

  Marnie tried not to sour. The nosy neighbors meant well.

  “Yes. Get around fine same as always.” She plucked up a cane next to her and tapped the ground.

  “Oh, well, that’s good. Pretty costume.”

  “Mom said Red Riding Hood was in this year so I let her dress me. Honestly, I think she just wanted me to stand out in the bright red cape if I decided to wander.” Marnie paused to greet another small round of kids. Smiling to offer the packed bowl.

  “My, ah, nephew is visiting. He’s smart. So handsome. Studying to be a lawyer. You’ll like him. I’ll send him by. Just some good company.”

  Marnie twitched a smile. Story of her life. Everyone trying to set her up with nice, young men. Pity dates for the blind girl.

  “Great.” She replied flatter. “So nice.”

  “You two will hit it off, I just know it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an impatient boy gesturing- I’m coming, Richie! ...Enjoy your Halloween dear.”

  “You too, Mrs. Castle.” Marnie heard the wind rustling.

  Chatter and footsteps. Distantly, birds flapped overhead. It was easier to greet trick-or-treaters from the porch steps. Cold didn’t bug her during long autumn days. Always nice to feel wind on her face.

  Not like she could watch much on television. 

  The night lingered and candy ran low.

   Marnie picked up her thin cane and tapped around. Heard some animal rustle violently in the bushes. Probably a raccoon, they loved to eat the pumpkins. She moved back up the steps so she could put the bowl inside and shut the porch light off after feeling for the switch. When her parents weren’t home, she kept the house pitch black.

  She didn’t need the lights.

  Shifting back to the porch stairs, Marnie crouched down and reached about for the pumpkin sitting there. Lifting it poised to blow out the candle. The flicker of warmth touched her expression

  A ragged breath cut into the space. Near the open gate. Made her perk. Dark hair fell over her shoulders and she exhaled. Leaving the candle on to bathe her face.

  “Hello?” Feet shifted over concrete, making a slow scrape. She pressed her lips together. “I suppose you’re here to tell me it’s against the rules to snuff the lights in a pumpkin before Halloween ends.”

  No reply.

  “Well, I suppose I can leave them on just this once. Can’t upset the Halloween spirits.”

  Nothingness.

  “Are you Mrs. Castle’s lawyer nephew? Forgive me, she didn’t tell me your name.” Marnie sat there on the porch. Heard the steps get closer. “Silent type.”

  The Shape stood over her in darkness. Figured the nephew was the man he’d left in the bushes a few moments ago. The street around them hushed as more houses turned off their porch lights. Marnie stood with the pumpkin under one arm. Face glowing.

  “Name’s Margaret. McClane. Marnie for short. How do you do?” She extended one hand out into the wind. Felt the cool breeze kiss it. A broad palm lifted, decided against it, and dropped. 

  All she heard was the tapered breathing. Even like a heartbeat.

  “Shy sort.” She tucked hair away and sat down to put the carved face aside. “Well, you walked all this way. I didn’t hear a car. You can sit if you like.” Bright eyes stared ahead into nothingness. The Shape moved finally. Sat upon the creaking porch steps. “Studying to be a lawyer. I thought you’d talk my ear off. It’s okay, I can talk enough for both of us. Like a guessing game, I like those. Probably my condition. Most of my life is a guessing game.”

  She tilted her head to laugh softer. A too sweet sound. 

  “It’s alright to laugh with me.” She clutched her cane in one hand and placed the other on her knee. “Good sense of humor makes the day a little easier.”

  He might of grunted but she couldn’t quite tell.

  “You’re already thinking I talk too much. I get it a lot.” Marnie swallowed. Sounded a little harder. “We can get one thing straight. I’m blind. I’m not shy. Not helpless. If I need help, I have a perfectly good voice and I use it. I know it annoys people, but they’re too polite. So, if you’re the polite, pitying type, I think it’s best you continue on elsewhere.”

  He didn’t move. She inhaled the air. Metal. Grass. Dirt. Earthy-like.

  “Very well.” Marnie’s lips lifted again. They sat there together. A dark fall night with a glow from the moon and stars twinkling.

  Marnie could imagine them. Although she figured the stars were multi-colored like Christmas lights and the moon was a blob of a shape. Moving as a lava lamp would.

  “I lost it when I was young. My eyesight. I have these memories like maybe I saw what a cat looked like or my mother’s face. But, it’s probably all wrong now.” She leaned back like she was admiring the moon. Basking in its light. Thoughtfully, she recalled something else. “You remind me of a friend I had. He was quiet too. We fit together. He spoke very little and I too much. He didn’t seem to mind. Like you.”

  A head turned finally to study her behind a rubber mask.

  “You know, that old stereotype, that all blind people wanna do is touch faces...it’s all wrong. Everyone thinks I want to, I hate it when they force my hand up without asking.”

  He puffed.

  “Exactly, it’s so rude. I don’t often touch faces. I don’t like to.” She placed her cane’s handle under her chin to hum. “But, this boy I knew...I asked to touch his face. Everyone used to call him angelic-like. Said he had the face of an angel. I wanted to know what an angel’s face felt like.”

  Marnie laughed again like it was silly.

  “Though, I suppose I had nothing to compare it to.” She paused and he felt for a moment that she was looking through him. Burning into the chill of stone and black. Slowly, Marnie scooted closer. Not enough to touch him, but enough to feel body heat vibrate. Her chest shuddered.

  He didn’t move. Hard and rigid like marble.

  “Can I touch your face?” She lifted one hand. “I just want to know if you’re smiling or frowning. Trying to figure out if I should shut my damn mouth.” Extending as steady as she could. A slash cut through the air.

  Marnie gasped out.

  Fingers curled firm around her wrist. Another shaky breath. One they shared.

  “Sorry, if I offended you.” Softening, she stayed there. Heard his lungs vibrate. 

  A rustle followed. Knuckles twitched as he closed the distance. Let her draw lines up his jaw that was smooth and angled carefully. Face sculpture just so. Maybe by angels.

  When he couldn’t handle more. He pushed up from Marnie. Pulled his mask down. Felt the warmth of her touch trapped under it.

  “Leaving?” She jumped up, dropping her cane aside. A hand went out and missed it. The footsteps stopped at her gate. Returned before her cane was pushed aimlessly at her palms. She paused. “Thank you.”

  A glint of a blade met the moonlight. He pointed it at her heart while she stood oblivious. One plunge, it would have eased into her like butter. A stray, dark lock shifted over her eye. 

  “Maybe you’ll tell me your name next time we meet. I hope.” Marnie hushed. Unaware. Unafraid. One finger awkwardly shifted the hair from her face, tracing the line of her cheekbone in the process. She leaned into it and remembered something else. “Michael.”

  He froze. Blade still poised. Tremoring, he pulled back from her face.

  “That was my friend’s name.” She sounded out the syllables mournfully. “He changed. Went away. That’s what they told me. I always wished he grew comfortable enough to speak his thoughts. That’s why I’m not shy. No use hiding behind masks. Except on Halloween, I suppose. I’ve never touched an angel before, but maybe you’re close. It can be another guessing game.”

  Marnie smiled kindly down the blade, chest sinking.

  “If not, that’s fine too.” She said, catching his hand when it came down. Both their palms were chilled. He thought to slash forward. To crush her. Whatever was left of the boy with a face of an angel turned him back to marble. Delicately, Marnie placed one careful kiss upon his knuckles. Burned it there for the rest of his life.

  There was a pause while he slipped away.

  Before she heard the steps retreating.

  “Will I see you again?” She chuckled at herself. Touching her lips. “Sorry, the phrase always makes me laugh.” Marnie went up her porch, cane clicking as she felt for the doorknob. Michael Myers stopped at the gate. Saw her shifting in shadows to open the door. “Will you come back?

  Lips opened to sound out a single word against the cool, night air. Neither of them heard what is was. Just the breath that cast with it. Marnie’s lips pressed simply. 

  She bid The Shape a lovely goodnight and went inside. Left him there. Taking what lingered of the past with her. Leaving him the burn of a kiss he would never forget.

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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 #5: In which Donna’s wish is Cameron’s command

[CN: food, eating mentions, and descriptions of food displays]

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After Donna asked her if she might consider putting up Valentine’s Day decorations for February of 2021, Cameron went directly into research mode. She didn’t plan to admit it to Donna, but Cameron felt like a holiday decor project was exactly what she needed. From the comfort of the living room couch, Cameron began her hunt for useful information on her laptop.

She became frustrated much more quickly than she thought she would. Eyebrows scrunching behind the frames of her reading glasses, Cameron griped, “Okay so the first problem here, is that the origin of Valentine’s Day isn’t anywhere near as compelling as the origin of Halloween, or ghost stories. I mean, a Christian martyr? Really?” Wrinkling her nose skeptically, she scrolled further down the webpage she was on, and said, “Not only am I not moved by his story or his proselytizing, but none of this has anything to do with love or couples or even fertility or family!” Clicking back to the search engine page, she said, “The second problem is that doing research used to be satisfying, but now it sucks. And it’s all because of the internet. We ruined everything with the internet and search, Donna.”

Donna, sitting several feet away on their recliner, looked up from her crossword puzzle. “So, no decorations then?” 

Cameron sighed. “I didn’t say that. I just think that I’m gonna have to take a different approach. The literal origins of the holiday are not the angle for this particular project.” Quietly, she switched over to researching the origins of the commercial version of the holiday. “Maybe,” she said to herself, “a more aesthetic-based approach?” She looked up at Donna, and said, “Do you mind if I turn on the tv and stream something? I was thinking about putting on the more recent Picnic at Hanging Rock.”

“Oh, that’s perfect! That literally starts on Valentine’s Day!” Donna enthused. “We should sit down and rewatch it sometime in the next couple weeks!” Then, calming herself down, she added, “But sure, go ahead. Whatever your research requires,” Donna smiled at her. 

Cameron picked up the remote, turned on the television, searched for the show, found it, and started the first episode. She went back to looking at her computer, and searched for basic decor ideas. After a few minutes, she said, “The third problem is that traditional Valentine’s decorations are just, like, red. Like really, extremely red.”

“What’s wrong with red?” Donna pouted.

“Nothing, but I just don’t feel like it really goes with the whole ‘I throw stones and I live in glass houses because I’m a modern woman who has it all!’ thing you have going on in here?”

“Hey, it’s your house, too!” Donna chuckled. “You have a point, though.”

Defiantly, Cameron said, “That’s okay. I will figure something out. My wife asked me to decorate for Valentine’s Day, and I don’t plan to let her down.”

Cameron spent the next morning sorting through their collection of fall and winter holiday decorations, and pulled out items to be repurposed, and wound up looking through their other supplies for inspiration. In the afternoon, she was back on the computer, searching this time for items to buy. Sitting at the kitchen island, Cameron sighed heavily. “I wish…” she started. She sighed again, and said, “I really wish that we could just go to a craft store and wander through it for hours.”

Donna, who has sitting across from her, and scrolling through one of her social media feeds, looked up, and snorted, “What, so you could complain about how everything looks ugly and cheap under the fluorescent lights, only to then buy a ton of it, take it home, and then somehow make it look beautiful and amazing?”

“Yes,” Cameron replied. “Exactly.” It took over an hour, and much agonizing, but eventually, she made her selections, entered her billing information, and closed her browser. She managed to stay offline for the rest of the day.

Early the next morning, Cameron asked Donna, “A great big outdoor garden store, that should be like…relatively safe to go to, right? As long as we wear our masks and gloves? And we go early?” Donna didn’t have to be asked twice. They got dressed, and arrived at their favorite garden store a few minutes after it opened. Cameron hurriedly bought a large quantity of potted violets and a bunch of metal flower pots before hustling Donna back to the safety of their car. 

Over the next few days Cameron began to work on crafting, baking, and candymaking, as deliveries of her ordered craft supplies started to trickle in. (She compulsively wiped every new item down with disinfectant out of an abundance of anxiety and caution.) By the next weekend, she had everything she thought she needed. On the first Saturday of the month, a week before Valentine’s Day, she gathered everything that she’d amassed so far in the dining room. 

She set the last of several boxes down on the table, and Donna, who was drinking a second cup of coffee, looked up just in time to see Cameron tying her bandana around her head like a headband. The bandana, which had accompanied Cameron all the way from Tokyo, was white, and it had the red circle of the Japanese flag, or the Hinomaru, on it. On both sides of the red circle there was lettering, Japanese kanji. The first time Donna saw Cameron put the bandana on, just before they deep cleaned Donna’s house together for the first time, she had asked Cameron what the kanji said. Gravely, through gritted teeth, Cameron had replied, “Kamikaze.” Donna had laughed, and then realized that she was being serious. 

Putting down her mug, Donna exclaimed, “Daniel-san!” 

Cameron took a deep breath, and said, “I’m trying to center myself and focus, Donna. Please.”

“I’m flattered by all the work you’ve already put into honoring my request,” Donna said. “But I think I’m gonna go upstairs so you can decorate in peace. I’d like to be surprised when I see the final result!” She stood up, taking her mug and phone with her, and headed toward the den, stopping to kiss Cameron on the cheek on her way. 

When Donna returned to the kitchen several hours later to make lunch, the dining room table was covered in silk flowers, jars, doilies, and print outs and paper lace and all sorts of colorful paraphernalia. “How’s it going?” she called out.

“Slowly,” Cameron answered, “but it’s going. And it’s not like I’ve got anywhere to be, so!”

She took a quick break to eat a sandwich with Donna, and then went back to the dining room, and Donna went up to the bedroom, where she checked in with Joanie and Haley and their families, sent text messages to Tonya, Risa, and Katie Herman, and then started reading about current tech and social media platform news. She was clicking out of an article on Section 230 reform when Cameron knocked on the door frame. 

Looking up from their bed, Donna asked, “Is it done? Can I see?” She jumped up from the bed and ran toward the door.

“I need you to adjust your expectations,” Cameron said, walking her down their hallway. Cameron stopped by the door to the den and switched on the light. Donna peered in, not seeing any difference at first, and then she noticed the faux ivy that Cameron had carefully attached to their bookcases. She stepped into the room, and then noticed the doilies on every surface, and the mason jars of high-quality pink and white silk peonies, which were surrounded by cards from a Victorian-themed tarot deck, which Cameron had stuck down to the doilies under them, to make them look as if they’d casually been left on the table. There were two sets of gloves by one jar, an aged-looking leather diary by another one, and a small framed print of a hand-drawn portrait of two Gibson girls by another. 

“It’s subtle, or subtle-ish,” Donna smiled back at Cameron, “but it’s really nice. It’s very Picnic at Hanging Rock, but with maybe a better adjusted headmistress, right? I love it.” 

They went down the hall and down the four steps to the ‘first’ floor, and then into the kitchen, where Donna’s eye was drawn to the centerpiece Cameron had arranged on the island. She’d repotted the violets into three of the metal pots, and had made and cut out a silhouette of two young women in full-length Victorian dresses, hand in hand, attached them to skewers, and stuck them into the flower pots. It looked almost as if the girls were walking through a field of purple-blue flowers.

Donna went to smell the flowers, only to be distracted by the display on the dining room table. Eyes wide, she instead walked toward the table. She turned to look back at Cameron and said, “Did you make all of this?”

“No, some if it I definitely ordered off the internet,” Cameron admitted. She’d set up an elegant silver multi-tiered pastry stand and loaded it with paper cups full of homemade white and milk chocolate truffles and squares of peppermint bark that had red and pink swirled into them, squares of milk, dark, and peanut butter fudge, bite sized anatomical hearts molded from red-tinged milk chocolate, and red cinnamon candies, cherry sours, and raspberry flavored hard candies. Next to the pastry stand was Donna’s trusty cake server, which was piled with red velvet crinkle cookies. Both were set up on top of large doilies, underneath their accompanying glass covers, and both were surrounded with red silk flower petals and an eye-catching design of heart and diamond and playing cards, all of which Cameron had somehow sewn down so that it would lay flat, but somehow still look slightly rumpled. 

“Remember a few years ago when we did Penny Dreadful Halloween for the trick-or-treaters? During our Vanessa Ives phase? A lot of that stuff came in handy for this,” Cameron helpfully explained.

“Did I miss anything?” Donna looked around. She turned toward the living room, couch, and then noticed a large heart-shaped box placed in the center of the coffee table, with Donna’s pair of good candlesticks and brand new red candles set up on both sides of it, yet another doily underneath it all The box was anchored by a large, white, ceramic anatomical heart, and surrounded by shells, smaller porcelain rabbits and birds, and dried flower petals. 

“It’s not much, but, it was fun to try?” Cameron shrugged.

“Oh, shush!” Donna threw her arms around Cameron’s neck, kissed her, and said, “It’s beautiful, and I love it. Thank you for trying to make things feel festive even though almost everything in the world totally sucks.” She kissed her again, and said, “Wanna go celebrate by making out?”

“Yes,” Cameron said, “but, I haven’t eaten in hours, can we have dinner first?” 

“Yes, absolutely! Whatever my doting wife wants!” Donna agreed. 

[marveloussupernerd]

No Candy is Sweeter Than You - Saeran Choi

Happy Halloween! I hope you’ve enjoyed my randomly generated Halloween fics (I’ll prob do something similar for Christmas maybe). I just watched a YouTube video and it lowkey scared me ? So here’s some soft Saeran to primarily comfort me

Prompts: passing out candy, Saeran’s pretty excited, his favorite candy is m&ms 😉

Summary: Saeran wants to spend his first time ever celebrating Halloween by passing out candy with you at your house. Just some short fluff !

You were... surprised to say the least when you found out Saeran had never taken part in any Halloween festivities before. There was an RFA party planned, but he really didn’t feel like going, so you wanted to stay with him. Luckily, you lived in a neighborhood with a lot of children, so you invited him to come over and help you pass out candy.

He was all nervous at first. He googled how to pass out candy for Halloween. For some reason there’s a Wikihow article on that. It was practically his Bible.

“Are we wearing costumes?” He asked over the phone, calling you the day of to make sure he has everything planned out.

“We can. Why? Did WikiHow tell you to?” You teased. He laughed awkwardly. It did. “Okay. You have any idea what you want to wear?”

“Well they said to do something like a ghost that everyone will recognize,” he explained.

“But that’s so boring.”

He chuckled. “Okay. That’s fair. I wouldn’t know.”

“Halloween is a night you can be whatever you want!” You exclaimed. “Don’t you have anything in particular you’d like to be?”

“Could we... maybe do a couples’ costume?” He asked awkwardly. He sounded nervous over the line, his voice soft and somewhat hesitant.

“Of course! That’s a great idea.” You tried to make sure he could hear your smile even over the phone, hoping it would comfort him. It really was a good idea.

“Well... I was thinking... you know Hades and Persephone right?”

“Like the Greek mythology people?”

“Yeah... I thought it’d be kinda cool to dress like them. Uh, we don’t have to if you don’t want to though!” His words rushed together. “I just wanted to throw out a suggestion and-“

“Saeran that would be perfect. Greek God costumes are always popular too,” you reassured him. “Do you have what you need for it or do you wanna go shopping?”

“I have to run out and get a few things anyway! No problem. I can go get the candy too if you want.”

This sweet boy. “I can go with you,” you offered. You always liked spending time with him, even if it was just running errands together.

“Nope!” He denied you immediately, his voice surprisingly lighthearted for such a shut-down. “You stay home and get dressed up and relax. I’ll be over as soon as I have everything.”

“You sure you’ve got this? I’m more than happy to help.”

“I’m positive! I’m really excited and want to make it perfect.” You heard him laugh over the line, his laughter music to your ears. “See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you. Can’t wait to see you all dressed up.”

He hung up the call first, obviously in a rush to get everything together for the evening. You went to your closet and began tearing it apart for that Greek goddess dress you had worn how many years ago? Hopefully it still fit. (AN: if you never had a Greek goddess costume I’m sorry but ur in the minority)

You got to work doing your hair and makeup. You wanted to look absolutely perfect for Saeran, to make this day so special for him.

It was almost time for trick-or-treating to start. Luckily, you heard a knock on the door. Saeran was right on time. You opened the door. He was wearing all-black, spare a burgundy cape attached to his costume. He had an extravagant looking cane. His intimidating outfit, however, was offset by the bright smile on his face and the dozens of flowers peeking out from the top of a bag. “Saeran! You look so handsome Baby,” you complimented.

He blushed. “I got these for you.” He held out the flowers and you took them happily. “Can’t be the Goddess of Spring without a billion flowers. I picked them all myself,” he added proudly. You loved when he had his little ‘Ray’ moments, dabbling in his passion of gardening.

You took the flowers from him and got to work finding something to put them in. You didn’t have vases or anything in the house. You settled with a tall water bottle for now. He entered the house, setting the bag down on the counter. “I’ve got all kinds of good candy.”

You pulled out the bags, pouring the candy into a large bowl and took note of what he had decided to buy. “Reese’s, Kit Kat’s, M&Ms, Skittles... you even got fun sized bags of sour patch kids!? I’m impressed.”

“See, that WikiHow article isn’t all that bad,” he defended, a small smile playing on his lips as he realized how ridiculous he sounded.

“Do you not have a favorite?”

“Favorite candy?” He questioned, eyes glancing over the types in front of him. “Not really. I was never allowed to have it.” He shrugged it off, as though it wasn’t a big deal, but you were shocked.

“Okay! Well throughout the night we’ll try all the different candies and pick your favorite.” You decided, nodding your head. He nodded his head in agreement.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” He rummaged in the seemingly endless bag. “I made this for you too.” He pulled out a flower crown. It was really pretty. You bowed your head slightly and he put it on for you.

“It’s perfect. Completes the costume. You did this all today?”

“All today. I hope you like it.”

“Oh Saeran, I love it.” You cupped his cheek with your hand and pulled him close for a kiss. Just before your lips could touch, you heard the doorbell ring.

Saeran broke away, far too excited to be disappointed in the interruption. “Our first trick-or-treater!”

You giggled, grabbing the bowl and following after him. It was a little boy dressed as Mickey Mouse. “What do you say?” His mother asked him.

“Trick or treat!” He squealed. You giggled. Saeran took a handful of candy from the bowl and dropped it into his bag.

“I love your costume, Mickey. You look great!” He exclaimed. He was SO CUTE. After he left, it was time for Saeran to try his first candy of the night. He shut his eyes and pulled out a pack of sour patch kids. He popped an orange one into his mouth.

“They’re fine. I like how they’re really sour at first. The sweet part’s just okay though,” he commented. It was like a food critic giving his review. It made you laugh again. The doorbell rang. He set the candy aside and opened it up.

“Oh my! Snow White! Aren’t you so beautiful!” You exclaimed, fawning over the girl dressed as a princes. You gave her her candy.

“I’ve got something special for you too Princess!” Saeran exclaimed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flower. “For you, Princess. Thank you for visiting us tonight.”

The mom was fawning over how sweet the act was. The girl was just excited to get candy AND a flower. She left very happy.

Next was a Reese’s cup. The second he bit into it his face formed an O. “I really don’t like it that much,” he confessed, mouth still stuffed with the candy. “It tastes like a peanut butter cracker mostly. If I wanted that I’d just eat a peanut butter cracker.”

“I’m surprised to hear it. Most people love Reese’s,” you exclaimed. He shrugged it off.

“Have you ever thought about having kids one day?” You blurted out, the words leaving your mouth before you could process what you were going to say.

He paused. “I mean... I’m not sure. After everything... I don’t feel like I’d be a good parent.”

You frowned at hearing his thoughts. “I think you were amazing with that little girl. I bet a kid would be lucky to have you as a dad.”

“Maybe with you I’d want kids one day,” he spoke, thinking aloud. When he realized what he said, he smacked a hand over his mouth, cheeks and ears turning bright red.

You giggled. “Me too Sae. Me too.”

He opened the next candy, M&Ms. “Which color should I try?” He asked, cheeks still dusted pink from the previous conversation.

“They all taste the same, so any.”

He nodded, then grabbed a blue one. You could hear him crunch through the shell. “Wait. I really like this.” He reached in to grab a green one, trying it as well. “Babe you need to try these. They’re SO good!” He poured a few into your hand.

You couldn’t hold back your laugh. “I’ve had them before, but thank you for sharing.” You tossed a few into your mouth. “New favorite?”

“I don’t even need to try the others. This is the one.”

The rest of the night flew by with plenty of trick-or-treaters. Saeran’s favorite of the night was the girl in the Snow White costume. Yours was the blow-up t-rex. The trick-or-treaters did NOT get many M&Ms. About halfway through the night Saeran had already consumed all of them. 

Finally, it was time to turn off the porch light and settle in for the night. “Did you have fun?” You asked, pouring the extra candy into a ziplock bag so that you could have some later.

“I see why you like this holiday so much. I think it’s actually my new favorite.”

You grinned at him, proud that you were able to make the night go so smoothly. “Are you staying the night or are you heading home?” You asked, moving the chairs by the door back to the dining room table. Saeran helped carry his.

“Can I stay? I’ve still got one more sweet I wanna try.” He had a glint in his eye but his smile was so innocent. Maybe you were reading him wrong.

“Kit-kats? They’re pretty basic but honestly I-“

He let out an exaggerated sigh. “Nooooo! I mean you.” He walked towards you, one hand resting around your waist, the other taking off your flower crown and setting it on the table. “I never got that kiss form earlier.” He pouted.

“I’m not a sweet,” you giggled, hand moving to rest on top of his own. “I’m just me.”

He leaned his forehead to rest against yours, noses brushing against each other. “My Love, you know that no candy is sweeter than you. At least not to me.”

You couldn’t wait any longer and pulled him in for that long-awaited kiss.