#Halloween Town is gonna be a big spot for this but I'm trying to see if I can come up with anything else

[allykakamatsu]

Wrong Jack-

Also known as I am having way too much fun with the Disney shenanigans for this AU.

(Also also, I'll probably drop a full ref for Jack's Halloween Town look later cause I do have plans for him during the Halloween Town section of this au, but the fit is based on @phuuca 's kick ass NBC Jack design, go check it out)

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Personal Lies pt4

pt1 pt2 pt3 Pt5

Gareths pov:

"Hey, Jeff. Eddie is gonna be dressing a little differently today. Don't ask why. Okay byeeee!" His words were quick and abrupt. Gareth is glad that the phone went to voicemail and he didn't have to get asked questions about their whore of a friend. Corroded Coffin has a gig today at the biggest venue in town and Gareth invited Robin... and Steve.

All he's trying to do is get Steve and Eddie to go backstage after the concert and become friends and then possibly more. Robin has been a good wingman for Steve but Gareth also had to do his part for Eddie. So his mind was filled with thoughts of 'what if I made Eddie more of a slut to impress Steve?' All Gareth has to do is tell Eddie that he would look good in something slutty and Eddie would go right for it... Right?

"Hey, Eddie!" Gareth walks into his apartment to find his best friend visibly shaking with excitement. "Gare bear! You edited for tonight?" Eddie can't contain his energy. "Yeah man of course. Um, so I was thinking that you would look great in fishnets... you should totally wear them tonight." The thought was abrupt and just tumbled out of his mouth.

Eddie is clearly confused by the random request thrown his way. "Um yeah, I guess. Maybe along with that, I should wear a fucking mesh shirt and body glitter." Apparently, Gareth sucks at sensing sarcasm because he responds with a big smile and a few nods. "Gareth I was joking! I'm not looking to get harassed today. Absolutely not." Eddie puts his hands up in a frustrated sigh and walks to his room, slamming the door closed.

"Damn it."

Eddies pov:

"How the fuck did he convince me to do this?!" Eddie scans his eyes over his body in the mirror. He is wearing mesh, fishnets, a thigh garter, and a small speedo. He looks away, from the fear of backing out due to embarrassment. His wandering eyes land on his old bloody Halloween mask from his shitty doctor costume from 5 years ago. As he picks it up he notices how bare it is. It needs chains and safety pins. So that's exactly what he does.

When he puts the mask on after the renovation he notices how fuckable he looks. The dark mesh shirt is brightened by his body shimmer and the deep black leather of his tight-fitting speedo showing the outline of his dick. The amount of skin he's showing is way too much for his liking so he throws on his leather jacket and walks over to the mirror to do his makeup.

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Eddie walks over the the Edge of Curtain to stare at the right side of the crowd. There is nobody in the audience who looks like they have intentions of trying to fuck him... at least that hes aware of, so why else would Gareth try to get him the dress like this? "Hey man! You read- damn Ed's you look hot." Eddie nods sharply to Gareth as their ear pieces start counting down from 10.

"10"

What if he gets made fun of for his outfit?

"9"

What if no matter how hard he tries people still see him as a dumb kid who couldn't graduate?

"8"

What if he gets booed off stage for dressing like this?

"7"

What if his voice cracks?

"6"

What if he fucks up the lyrics?

"5"

Gareth, Jeff, and Nathan walk onto stage.

"4"

The boys introduce themselves.

"3"

What if he can't do this?

"2"

What if his jacket ruins the outfit and fucks it all up?

"1"

Fuck it. He strips off his jacket and throws it on the nearest chair.

"0"

Eddie walks out on stage as confident as he can for someone who feels like their gonna shit themselves. The huge crowd cheers as he gets to the microphone. He moves his hair out of his face and peals off the mask revealing himself. He looks around the crowd with a smile on his face as he looks right in front of him.

As he lets his head lower to the front row he spots... Steve Harrington! He's wearing the most beautiful eyeliner, a bundle of silver necklaces, a cropped Black Sabbath shirt, and his hair of course looks better then ever. Eddie lets his mouth fall open out of shock from a sweaty star struck Steve fucking Harrington staring right at him.

They held eye contact for what seemed to be a long time but was probably only a few seconds. They both refuse to peal their eyes away from each other until Eddie feels a hand on his shoulder. It's Gareth. "Eddie. Take your eyes away from the boy and start the god damn song or i'm gonna do it myself."

Eddies eyes reluctantly drag away from the beautiful creature in front of him, and he begins to slowly move his finger across his guitar to start the first song. The concert moves slower then most. Each song feels like it's in slow motion.

On the rare occasion that Eddie is able to move his eyes over to Steve, they boy is already looking at him with the look of a shocked little teddy bear. No matter what, Eddie looks away again.

The concert slowly comes to a stop but right before he leaves he takes the mesh he's wearing on his torso and throws it into the crowd. He doesn't know where it went but at least Gareth can't convince him to wear it anymore and embarrass himself.

As everybody steps off stage he grabs Gareth's arm and drags him into the nearest room. "What the fuck were you thinking?! Why did you decide to make me dress like a fucking whore and then invite Steveeee?!" Gareth walks over to the chair in the corner of the room and sits. "Well first I invited Buckley and of course she invited Steve. I genuinely had no idea he was coming until Robin texted me an hour before the show. I just thought it would be cool if you guys could come back stage and fu-"

Before he can finish his sentence Robin bursts through the door and quickly walks over to Gareth with a shy looking Steve following behind. "Gareth. We need to talk. Right now... please." Not even giving him a chance to protest the grabs his arm and pulls him out of the room leaving just Eddie and Steve.

Steve looks incredible. His hair is as Lucious as ever and his tight pants that hug his thighs just right. Eddie notices himself staring at Steve and looks back up to find Steve also checking him out.

The awkwardness is heavy in the air. Eddie starts pushing up and down on the balls of his feet. "So..." Steve is the first one to talk. "Yeah. So." For some reason the space between their faces seems to shrink. Did they get closer or was he just imagining it?

Steve's lips part and he leans in closer and closer, leaving little to no room in between them. Steve's voice is soft and sweet as he speaks and leans into Eddies space.

"Hi."

"Hey."

Notes: I fucking hate this chapter but to be fair I wrote this at like 1am in one day so..... Punctuation also isn't my strong suit so just go with it. Tell me of you wanna be tagged

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[soyeahitsmiddleearth]

Multi-Dimensional Pt. 5

 In which you have a genius idea to take these suckers out, you accidentally do something you’re not supposed to, and you take the taller bit of your friends out. 

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And then, you realize, that it's getting deeper into October.

As it got deeper into October, the dwarves and hobbit remain in your house. It's been a total of 2 1/2 weeks, now, and you can tell they're getting antsy from staying in one place for so long.

Like, around halloween time.

An idea strikes you in the head like a bag of bricks, and right away you realize that you're a genius.

You're sitting on the couch with Bilbo, Oin, and Bofur when the lightbulb goes off in your head suddenly, and once it does you hop to your feet and run upstairs at top speed, successfully baffling everyone idly watching the nature documentary you put on.

You pass Dwalin and Balin while you zoom to your bedroom, and when they see you run past them like freaking Speedy Gonzales they're both super confused.

Right away you grab your laptop off your bed and pull up a window.

The keys of your compute clack softly while you type in your town as well as 'Halloween Festival' and the first few results as well as images on the Google engine prove your theory.

Every year here people dress up in advance and celebrate throughout the duration of the week leading up to it. Of course, the trick-or-treating only happens on the day of, but there are a plethora of other things for people to do during that week.

People dress up, children go on field trips, there's a festival, and even the grocery stores have little events they put on to promote their business.

You've never really gone before since crowded places aren't the most comfortable for you, but you actually feel a little giddy about taking them all to see the town with you.

Right away you know you're going to have to buy them all costumes, but for the last week you've been pet sitting this rich couples Rag-doll cat, Princess, and your going rate is $18/hr for a week... Do the math ;).

You're going to get paid later in the day today after you drop her back off at their house, and that's not even accounting for the other animals you've been watching for varying amounts as well.

So, essentially, you're gonna be perfectly fine financially.

Anyways, as soon as you're done doing your little bit of research there on your computer you close it and leave your room again, hopping down the stairs with a big bright smile on your face.

When you reenter the living room, everyone is gathered there and looking at you expectantly.

At first, you don't do or say anything since you're super confused, but when the silence begins to drag on for too long you ask hesitantly, "Uh... Is everything alright? What's going on?"

"Well, you left to your room very quickly." Bilbo comments, standing up from his spot on the couch, "But from the smile on your face, I'm assuming it wasn't because of anything bad?"

You nod your head and sigh, leaning down to pet Mittens who is rubbing herself against your legs, "Yeah, everything's fine. It's great, actually." You pause for dramatic effect, then add, "I just figured out a way to take all of you out! Like, to see the town and stuff!"

"You have?" Thorin asks, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

"Mmhm!" You stand up straight and nod your head quickly, bouncing on the balls of your feet, "See, I figured I'd probably be able to take you and maybe Kili, Bofur, and Dwalin out at some point... like, if some of you were to groom yourselves different or wear hats...," once more you stop your speech and realize that may be offensive, "N-Not that I think there's anything wrong with how you look-"

"Nobody is offended, I'm sure. Go on." Thorin urges, amusement present on their faces from your sudden frantic backtracking so you don't offend them.

"R-Right, uh... anyways, you guys are taller so I knew I could probably bring you along sometime, but I wasn't sure how to get everyone else to come along, and then I realized that this next week is the week leading up to halloween!" You say it like it will answer all their questions, forgetting that they probably don't know what halloween is.

Silence passes by for a few seconds as they wait for you to go on, and when you don't Kili asks, "What's 'halloween'?"

"Oh, yeah, it's like, a holiday where children dress up and go to peoples houses to get candy. And when I say dress up, I mean in costumes." You rub the back of your neck while you explain and add, "In my city, the place we are now, we celebrate throughout the whole week. There are games, festivals, and lots of events... and there are people running around in masks all of the time. So I can get some of you costumes and then I can bring you all along!" Your smile returns as you pick apart the details, and it seems your excitement is contagious.

"Wait, so we will get to walk around the town and see other things?" Nori questions, looking over at his brothers with a smile.

"Yeah, but I gotta get you costumes first. Like, ghosts and some masks of different things. But if we wanna make the most of our time then I should probably go now."

You turn after that and go to the counter to grab your purse, pausing when Balin asks, "So it's a holiday where people run around in disguises, getting candy, and playing games as a community?"

Once again you nod your head, turning around to look at him with the same bright smile on your face.

"So, anyone can be anyone?" The older dwarf asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Yeah, pretty much." You look down and go through your purse, making sure everything you need is in there before walking over to put on your tennis shoes.

"Even the man who was here the week before?"

Now that certainly gives you a pause.

Before you were never worried about it, but now with what's happened with him, you aren't so sure that it's so safe anymore.

"Um... yeah, I guess." You'd rather not think about it, so you start to tie your laces up. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Well, you already said that you can bring some of us, so why not do that now? Just to make sure?" Balin asks, though it's more of a 'you should really do it cause we're gonna freak out if you don't'.

You don't respond and instead finish tying your shoes first, thinking over his request.

When you're done doing up your shoes you turn and see that they're all looking at you with similar expressions of worry, and it makes you sigh, "Okay, fine. But whoever goes can't wear their normal clothes cause people will be weirded out. The halloween thing doesn't start for another day."

There's a moment of silence while some of them exchange looks before Thorin speaks, "You mentioned Kili and myself first. Surely that should be fine."

"Um..." You look between the two and tilt your head to the side thoughtfully, arms crossed over your chest. "Sure. But your hair is definitely going to stick out, Thorin."

He nods his head in understanding.

"And what about me?" Kili asks eagerly. It seems he's really excited about finally being able to leave your property.

"You're fine, I think. Am I taking both of you?" You inquire with furrowed eyebrows, walking a few steps forward.

"You might as well." Kili says with a big silly smile.

Well, you can't argue with that logic.

You shrug your shoulders and head up the stairs again, "Alright, go get changed into some of the clothes I gave you."

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Once they're dressed in t-shirts and sweatpants (you didn't know their sizes so you got whatever would fit at the time) you observe them both with narrowed eyes while rubbing your chin.

"Hm... On a scale of 1 to 10, I give Kili a 9 and Thorin a 6." You say after a moment, turning to look at everyone else and get their opinions.

"What is the scale referring to?" Fili pipes up suddenly, looking up at you.

"How convincing they are."

"Why do I get a 6?" Thorin grumbles, looking at you pointedly.

"Your hair." You reply simply, walking over with a hair tie stretched between your fingers, "Hold still."

You gather his hair over his shoulders and pull it back, putting his hair through it and wrapping it around until it's nice and tight.

As soon as you're finished, you step around him and look to see if it's made a difference, and when you've determined that it's good, you smile, "Okay, now it's at least an 8." You turn towards Kili and ask, "Your hair is fine, right? Or do you want me to put it up?"

He doesn't say anything and neither does anyone else, and when the silence persists you raise an eyebrow, "Hello? Earth to Kili, I just asked you a question."

"Uh, no, you don't have to, thank you." He shakes his head and seems to come to some sort of realization since he starts to smile at his uncle in that big teasing grin you've, unfortunately, become accustomed to.

You nod your head and skip back over to the counter, swiping your keys off of it before heading to the front door.

"Come out whenever, I'm gonna get my car started."

Once you're out of the house some of the dwarves begin to laugh, and Kili pokes fun at his uncle, "Thorin, you have quite a red face, are you sure you can go?"

Thorin glares at his nephew and replies coldly, "She meant nothing by it."

"Right, but is that disappointment I hear?"

The glare he throws his nephew is so withering it could suck the life right out of a flower, but Kili is no flower, so he only laughs more.

"She offered to do yours too, you know." Fili adds when he begins to feel bad for his uncle.

Kili pauses his laughter and glares at his brother, "But she didn't do it."

"She would've."

"Oh hush, you're just upset that she didn't ask to do your hair." Kili shoots back, glaring at his brother.

"I am not, because unlike everyone else, I knew she meant naught by asking." He shoots back with a smirk.

Kili huffs indignantly and glares at his brother, saying no more as he heads out the door after you.

Thorin turns to everyone before following and states, "Try not to destroy anything while we are gone." His voice is firm and he waits until he gets nods from them all before leaving after you.

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Once you're all in the car you put it into drive and go, turning up the radio so the car won't be completely filled with silence while you drive.

Occasionally, you'll glance at Thorin in the passenger seat or Kili in the back, and each time you do they're looking out the window at the passing scenery with awe.

"If you're impressed now, wait until we get into the big city." You comment suddenly, smiling to yourself while you watch the road ahead.

And when you do arrive in the city, they are impressed indeed.

The gasp that leaves Kili when you drive through the first big street draws a giggle from you, and when he presses his face against the window as you pull into the parking lot of the seasonal halloween store, your smile grows even bigger.

Even Thorin is impressed by all the wonderful things around, and when you turn off the car after parking you turn to look at them, "Thoughts so far?"

"It's wonderful." Kili breathes, looking at the bright, moving signs and huge stores all around.

"Yes, I don't believe I've ever seen anything so grand before." Thorin agrees, looking over at you with a smile of his own.

"Well if this impresses you, wait until we get inside the store. Try not to get scared."

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The three of you eventually make it inside, and when you do they are in awe once more.

The seasonal store is dark with black painted walls and bright white florescent lights, and there are various halloween and horror things everywhere.

When you walk in there is one of those electronic jump-scare things, and while you were expecting it, the poor dears behind you weren't.

The witch thing pops out and cackles loudly, saying one of her many phrases, and as soon as she does both Kili and Thorin freak out. And when I say freak out, I mean 'pulled out some small weapons they decided to bring and screaming' freak out.

Luckily there is no one around at the moment, so you step between them and the witch and laugh nervously, "Put those away please. We're gonna get kicked out if anyone sees you with those."

They look between you and the electronic woman a few times before slowly putting their knives away and relaxing their stances.

"Thank you..."

"What is that?" Kili asks, glaring at the ugly jump-scare machine while you walk past it.

"It's a halloween decoration designed to scare people. And it seems like it worked too." You reply easily, looking back at them with a more mischievous smile.

Kili looks around slightly nervously and grumbles defensively, "I wasn't that scared... Uncles screams are what startled me."

"My screams? Kili, let's not lie now, clearly you were horrified." Thorin says disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"Aw, you guys are cute." You purr jokingly, waltzing up to the kids costumes isle.

They stop arguing after that.

You browse through the messy shelves quietly for a little while, trying to find the best ones, when you see a doggie in the cutest ghost costume.

A squeal leaves your lips when you see the cutie pie and you cup your cheeks as an adoring expression comes onto your face.

Without hesitation you hop over to the owner and ask excitedly, "Where did you get that?"

The man with the dog looked up quickly upon hearing your excited yelp and when he saw your exuberant form he smiled too, "I bought it a week ago here. They're near the back."

His answer fills you with joy, and you continue to stare at his pupper for a moment before he says, "You can pet her if you want, she doesn't bite."

He doesn't need to tell you twice.

You kneel down right away and scratch behind her ears, and her tail begins to wag wildly at the attention.

It seems that she likes you just as much, because she takes a seat and leans into you when you scratch her all over like you do with your dogs. It's at that moment when you begin to wonder if she'll fit in your purse.

Before you can finish your calculations and plans on stealing this mans dog you hear someone clear their throat and you realize then that you forgot all about Thorin and Kili.

You turn your head and see the two of them standing there with amused expressions on their faces.

Upon realization that they're watching you, and have been for a little while now, you jump to your feet and feel your face heat up. "I-If you make fun of me I'll leave both of you here." You threaten very unconvincingly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kili starts to laugh but he doesn't say anything about it, looking at his uncle who also releases a few chuckles of his own.

You glance back at the man and see that he's looking at them, and you realize he probably thinks Kili's short stature is a little odd.

"U-Uh, thanks for letting me pet your dog!" You say quickly, heading back over to the two of them with a blush on your cheeks.

You turn back to the shelves of costumes and the man and his dog walk away, and once their gone you glare at the two of them half heartedly. "You guys are total meanies." There is faux bitterness in your voice when you speak as well, and it only brings more laughter from them.

"I only find it cute." Kili states, smiling good naturedly before continuing, "Every time you see an animal you get very excited."

"Cause I love animals."

"Yes, we can tell." Thorin muses, stepping up next to you to look at the spiderman mask in your hand.

You tap your foot against the ground a few times before putting the mask back.

A ghost costume for Bilbo; check.

That is all.

You literally don't have anything for anyone else, and honestly you're beginning to think that it's impo-

And then another idea hits you.

Class of middle/high-schoolers in a fantasy club. It's farfetched and barely believable, but most people won't say anything about it out of fear of being offensive, so it's perfect!

You don't have to buy them costumes at all (minus Bilbo), all you need is stuff to make them look less like dwarves and more like children pretending to be dwarves.

It sounds easier than it actually is, but you think you can pull it off. All you need is some netting, makeup, wigs, and nose and scar wav and you'll be set.

Once you get this idea you run away from the kids section with the ghost section and head toward the halloween makeup isle, seeking out the items mentioned previously without hesitation.

You find what you're looking for in minutes, and once you've got everything you zoom to the checkout since you're going to need to look up some tips on how to pull this off.

You're so excited you nearly forget to make sure Kili and Thorin are still with you, but once you see them you smile in relief and pay for everything.

Once you're all back in your car, Thorin asks, "I thought we were going to get masks?"

"Well, we were. But then I had an amazing idea consisting of pretending you're all students or something who invested in really expensive dwarf costumes. It's perfect, 'cause no one will ask and we'll get lots of compliments."

Thorin nods his head slowly and puts his belt on like you showed him, but before you go you turn and look at Kili expectantly.

The young dwarf doesn't say anything at first, but when your staring consists he asks slowly, "What...?"

"Put on your seatbelt."

There's more silence until he puts it on, raising an expectant eyebrow at you, "Is that better?"

"Much."

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Little miss starch here, back at it again. Actually, it's my birthday in 5 days (27th), so I have a special little request (or a big one I'm sorry for wasting your time). Can I get Evan, Frank, Danny/Jed, Herman and Michael and my request is this: plan me a birthday (or not planning, bc ig these are all murderers lmao) - so like, what they get me, is there a cake and what we doin that day - and if you want I can retweet this with my reactions bc I will love whatever you write let's be real here

(OMG!! HAPPY WOMB ESCAPE YOU CRISPY ROOT!! WOMB EVICTION IS SUPER GREAT DUDE LIKE WOW FINALLY MOVED OUT AND ARE LIVING IN A SHARE WOMB CALLED MOTHER EARTH. Wild. And heck yeah! Let me see those reactions! I’m glad you enjoy the writing! I’m trying!)

Evan Macmillan (The Trapper):

- Evan is a very classy and traditional guy. Get ready for a birthday party with a few friends, both survivor and killer. It’s a little awkward but it’s okay because it is your day and everyone understands that if they fuck it up, he’ll fuck them up. He’s probably got a nice ass cake he may have asked Sally and Bubba to bake, and a little present corner. He’ll also dress nice and make you dress nice too. No matter your style, even if he has to make you a stylish hobo. You’re gonna be the belle of the ball.

He’ll take you out on the town afterwards when everyone leaves. A sweet little walk in the park and a few awkward but sweet words. He isn’t great at expressing his total adoration for you, but you’ll get it anyways. He’ll melt if you smooch his cheek.

Frank Morrison (The Legion):

- Frank is the opposite of classy. First off, he’d start your birthday off with no cake. You and the gang go out for milkshakes or slushees and you can buy as many snacks as you want. Y’all just chill together for a few hours playing games, talking shit, playing with make up or outfits. This is the one time the only time that Frank will let you put makeup on him. So make him look ridiculous. Draw dickbutt on him, get that sweet sweet revenge for the time he drew on your face. After that, you two are sneaking up to the attic for some alone time. You guys can spend that time however you want (Lenny face), but after everything he’ll be giving you an entire talk about how glad he is that he’s met you and how important you are to him.

Probably made you a hand carved necklace piece. Something you hold dear to heart that you can wear all the time to remember him by and cheer you up when you’re down.

Michael Myers (The Shape):

- Michael doesn’t really do birthdays. He’s sort of been trapped in an asylum and he doesn’t have great memories. Now, if you told him it was your birthday, he might do some asking around about it. Expect to come home to a shitload of his hidden Halloween candy and fun activities you guys can do, like painting, cartoons, and paper mache.

Also get ready for him to carry you around on his back. A lot. He may seem like he is annoyed or doesn’t care, but inside he is actually really content because he hasn’t had this much fun before! He also loves you so there is that-

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface):

- Ah yes, Danny Johnson, a charismatically smug bastard and king of romance. We all know this doodoo head is a dork and is actually great at birthdays. As much as he loves the spotlight and loves popularity, he’ll actually give you a small surprise. Aside from a present, which would most likely be something he thought you might like so he stole it, he takes you out into the fleet with his camera. Just when you think you’re lost, he’ll sneak into some old, overgrown, ruined building you didn’t even know was there. He’ll make you follow him, and you’ll end up in a small clearing by a running river, right next to a sort of waterfall dip into a lake. It’s a very soothing and charming spot.

He then makes you take poses or just takes pictures of you doing whatever while complimenting and flirting the whole time. You two will end up under a willow tree somewhere while he tells you cheesy jokes and pick up lines. It’s a really calm day and he starts opening up about stories and telling you everything he loves about you. It’s really sweet and all about you!

Herman Carter (The Doctor):

- Herman is a wild man, we all know this. You probably expect him to serve you a still beating heart starched to a potato battery as a birthday cake. Honestly, any other time he would, but a birthday is important. At least, for him. It’s very rare for him to find something he feels anything towards, and the fact that he loves you is enough for him to make the effort.

He has no cooking skills, so he buys you your favorite flavor cupcake from a supermarket or bakery. He might even buy some extra treats for the both of you later on. He has a little stash of alcohol and music. He, like Danny, isn’t going to make a big gathering, mostly because everyone is scared shitless of him and also the Institute isn’t that great a place for party’s, you know, because of most of the rooms being bathrooms and what not.

He’ll play music on his phonograph and dance with you, read to you, and just overall be pleasant. This will also be the first time he takes off his head gear. And holy fuck, this man is so handsome when his eyes aren’t threatening to leave his skull.

[masc-reader-insertss]

carnival

@snekintheeye asked: Kia ora! Hi! Could I request an Alexei x reader, where reader is a cop (thought to be a toxic manly man) that finds an injured Alexei at the Carnival and just fluff accepting vibes all around?? S3 killed me, my dude :'))

this took much longer than it should have oof, here you go:>

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y/n could never seemed to catch a break. being a cop was a way to help people, and it hadn't been panning out like that so far, especially this summer. physical strength had always been one of y/n's advantages, he'd thought people would feel safe when they saw him. despite what his appearance gave off, y/n wasn't a tough guy. he cried at sappy movies, halloween was his least favourite time of the year, and he was still afraid of the dark. no one saw that when they looked at him, and y/n hated it. he hated the looks he would get when he was on patrol, he hated that no matter what he tried he always seemed to intimidate people. no matter what he tried, he could never shake the reputation of the intimidating cop that everyone seemed to be wary of.

he hadn't done anything to warrant this reputation either. he'd never never hurt a fly, anyone who knew him personally could vouch for that, people in hawkins just weren't used to seeing some tough looking big city cop in their small town. because of this unspoken reputation, he was mostly stuck with security, his presence was enough to ward off any would be delinquents easily, and today was no different. mayor kline's fourth of july fun fair. his task was simple enough, patrol around the ground and make sure no one was getting up to anything illegal, nothing out of the ordinary. he'd expected tonight to be like any normal night, and it seemed as if it would be, till he'd decided to take a quick look behind some of the stalls to make sure no one had decided to try and hide away from any prying eyes.

it was coming closer to the end of the night with every stall he checked, and y/n was getting ready to head back to his set round when he'd noticed someone propped against a food stall. "you can't be behind.." his voice trailed off as he got a better look at the person, a man, and he was clearly heavily injured, if the copious amount of blood staining his shirt was anything to go by. "shit- what happened to you?" y/n knelt down beside the man, pressing his hand against the source of the blood. how someone had gotten an injury like this at a carnival was beyond him, but that besides the point right now. "what on earth happened to you?" he asked, letting out a quiet sigh when all he got was intelligible mumbling from stranger. reaching for his radio, y/n went to call for backup a confused frown forming on his face when the injured man, who somehow hadn't passed out from the blood loss yet, grabbed his hand to stop him.

"i'm just calling for backup-" y/n didn't get to finish his sentence before he was being interrupted. "listening-" from his accent y/n could immediately tell this guy wasn't from around here, or anywhere remotely close to here for that matter, he probably didn't speak much english either. "who's listening?" y/n moved his hand away from the radio to place it on top of the already bloodstained one trying to stop the wound from bleeding, applying as much pressure as he could muster. the man pointed towards the wound, looking up at y/n, and he understood immediately. "the people who did this to you?" he asked, looking away for a moment when he got a nod in response. this was not how he'd expected tonight to go.

"okay.. i'm gonna get you help, alright? I'm not leaving you alone, and we can't use the radio, so.." they were fast running out of options, and y/b could see the stranger growing weaker with every passing minute. for a moment he hesitated, he'd never thought he'd have to deal with anything like this, but he knew he had to act quickly if there was any chance of this guy surviving. quickly he moved to pull off his uniform shirt, shivering a little at the abnormally cold summer night wind that hit him as he was left in just his singlet and pants. "you need to keep pressure on this, okay? i'll get you help, i promise" his words probably did nothing to calm the bleeding man since y/n was sure he couldn't understand him, but he was sure the other got the jist of it when he pressed the shirt against his wound and moved to press his hands against it before pulling away.

peaking his head out from behind the stall, y/n couldn't see any way that wouldn't draw attention to them, and he couldn't call for help either. if y/n couldn't find a way out soon, this man was going to die. y/n was starting to loose hope, until he spotted a jacket strewn across the back of a carnival stall. they might not have been able to get out without being seen, but they could get out without being noticed. reaching out to grab the item of clothing, y/n made a mental note to try and find the owner to replace the jacket, but there were more pressing matters to attend to.

slipping the jacket over the injured mans shoulders and pulling up the hood, he wrapped one arm around him, looking down at him. "think you can stand?" he asked, keeping his arm firmly wrapped around him so he could lean against him as he stood. "keep your head down and lean against me. the only way we're getting out of here is if no one spots you" the stranger let out more unintelligible murmurs and y/n took that as a cue to start walking, making sure to go slow enough to accomodate for the others injuries. despite being in such a huge crowd, the two were almost invisible, not a single person paid attention to them as they walked around, to ingested in the activities of the night. it was perfect for them, and after a painstaking five minuets of walking, y/n finally reached into his pocket to pull out the keys to his car.

with much effort, y/n was able to get the other into the car, and he'd never been so grateful for the sirens as he turned them on to excuse his extreme speed. who knew how much time they had left. "i'm guessing you have no idea what i'm saying, but could you at least tell me your name?" y/n asked, looking in the mirror to check back on the man slowly bleeding out in his back seat. when he spoke up, y/n almost couldn't hear him from how quiet his voice had gotten, but he was able to pick up "alexei" and y/n gave a small nod. they were less than two minuets from the hospital now, thanks to y/n's speeding. "alright then alexei, i'm y/n. mind telling me how you ended up in that situation?" there was silence, and y/n felt his entire body heat up with fear for a moment as he thought that they hadn't made it in time, but when he looked at the mirror again he realised that alexei merely hadn't understood him, and he let out a breath of relief. with that, they pulled up to the hospital, and y/n couldn't recall a time in his life where he'd run any faster, even during his academy days, but he'd burst through the doors of that hospital with such force it made his legs ache.

"we need help- he's been shot, he's lost a lot of blood" was all he could say, the adrenaline had really kicked in now, and it wasn't till he was left pacing around the waiting room that he realised he was covered in blood. there'd been an uncomfortable silence since the moment y/n had begun pacing, and he knew that all these people seeing him like this probably didn't do anything to help his reputation, but he really couldn't have cared less at that moment. it felt like hours had passed when someone had finally called out his name. he'd about paced a hole in the floor by that point. despite having known this man for less than twenty four hours, every passing minute without any word from him made him grow even more worried.

"how is he?" y/n asked, nails pressed firmly into his palms as he waited for any news, he was prepared for the worst, it had really seemed they'd gotten here with not a second to spare. "he's awake, very disoriented and, he can't tell us much but, he'll live" the doctor gave a soft smile as she spoke and y/n would have hugged her if he weren't covered in dried blood. "he's been asking for you though" those words made y/n look back at the doctor in front of him, eyebrows raised in confusion. "he has?"

she nodded, motioning for y/n to follow her as she lead him towards a room. "yes, you're all he's really talked about. i think he wants to thank you" y/n could feel a smile creep onto his face at that, and that smile stayed as he made his way into the room, taking a seat next to the bed. "told you i'd get you out" and it was clear that alexei still had no idea what he was saying, but he smiled none the less, and y/n thanked any higher power that was listening that he decided to look behind those stalls. "you're not from here, are you" y/n asked, leaning against the arm rest of the chair. there was silence again, and y/n took that as confirmation.

this was not how y/n had expected the night to go, and he almost couldn't believe that for the first time he'd actually /saved/ someone. y/n was startled out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his arm, and he looked up to see alexei giving a small, tired smile. "thank you" he spoke, his thick accent making it much harder to understand. y/n gave a smile though, looking back at alexei. "no need to thank me, i couldn't just leave you there. just doing my job"   of course y/n would have done the same thing regardless if it was his job or not, he hoped any person would. despite the language barrier, y/n could tell that alexei was truly thankful that y/n had stepped in when he had. both of them knew what very well could have happened if he hadn't decided to check behind those stalls, not that they wanted to think about it.

for the first time in his career, y/n felt like he'd actually helped someone, and for the first time y/n felt like his reputation didn't matter. he could only hope this was the start of something new.

[michaelneedssomefics]

Haloween

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: Smut, cursing, tiny bit of angst.

A/N: This is the first fic I've ever written, so please leave your opinion! Also you're more than welcome to send asks and requests :) I kinda want to try head cannons aswell.

You and Peter have been dating for the past couple of months, and you've went as far as sex before, both of you took each other's virginity and kept the sex pretty much vanilla.

It's October and Halloween parties are happening almost every night, both you and Peter knew about them and were invited to them, but Peter isn't really into the whole "partiying" idea and you'd rather spend the night with him if you were already free.

You were shopping for your costume for the Halloween dance when your eye suddenly cought a bright red on one of the racks. You walked towards it and saw it was a Victoria Secret angel costume. It had red stockings, attached to a full body red silk lingerie, a matching robe and white wings. 'Why not just try it on?' You thought to yourself. You took your size and went to the dressing room, tried it on (boy was it hard to get everything into the right holes) you looked at yourself in the mirror and damn you looked stunning. Your boobs were so complemented by this outfit, same goes for your ass. The robe ended barely after your ass, not really trying to hide it.

You would never even think about going like this out in public though, let alone a school dance. But then this idea popped in your head... you've been seeing these youtube videos of girls pranking their boyfriends, wearing scandalous costumes and telling them they’re heading out to a party, to see their boyfriends reaction. A smirk appeared on your face at the thought. You took the costume off, went ahead and paid for it and headed back to you place, too excited about the idea to wait.

When you got home you texted Peter, 'Hey, wanna see u, come over pls? xx'. A few minutes later you heard your phone ping, and saw a message from Peter saying 'sure angel, I'll be there in about 10'. You giggled at the irony of the nickname. 'Oh I'll show you angel' you thought.

After Peter arrived you two watched a horror movie, cuddling each other with a blanket wrapped around the both of you. You both didn't really watch the movie, more talking with each other, and you subtly changed the subject to Halloween, to try and bring up the party subject. "Oh, I was invited to this party tonight and I think I'm gonna go, do you want to come with me?" You asked him, knowing he's not into the whole party idea. "No, I don't really want to, but you have fun". Goody goody.

It was now around 6pm so you excused yourself, saying you need to go get ready. Peter followed you to you bedroom, and laid on the bed, scrolling through his phone while talking with you through your attached bathroom while you were styling your hair and doing your make up. You decided to go with simple waves, leaving your hair down. You did some of your make up as light as you could, so the attention would be all on the outfit. You closed the bathroom door so Peter won't see the outfit before it's on you, the action making him a bit confused since it's nothing he hasn't seen before, but he pushed the thought away, thinking nothing of it.

You were standing in front of the mirror with the full outfit, wings and everything, the robe closed. 'Pete would know I would never go out with something like this' you thought. 'Well, there goes nothing' . You open the bathroom door, walking casually to the full length mirror, as if everything is normal.

Peter was just... staring. 'Wtf?' He thought. Is this really what you're gonna wear to the party? You went over to your shoe rack, picking black high heels. You went over to sit next to peter on the end of the bed, putting on your shoes.

Peter was immediately standing, looking at you suspiciously. You put on the most innocent face you could, looking at him through your eyelashes, "What's wrong?" You asked. He open and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say. Is this ok of him to not want you to go out like this? Since when do you even go out like this? Let alone buy outfits like that one? "You're... you're pranking me or something right? You'd never go out like this". Shit. You knew he knows you too well. "What do you mean 'like this'?" You tried to sound irritated. "I, I mean wearing next to nothing. Are you really going to a party wearing lingerie??" He said in disbelief. Were you really that oblivious? " uh, yea. I'm a Victoria Secret angel, it's the outfit." You said bluntly.

Peter shook his head. "You're, you're not going like that! Are your parents really allowing this??". "My parents are out of town until tomorrow night, they don't need to worry about what I'm wearing. What, were you gonna nark on me or something? Who are you to decide what I wear and to where I wear it?" You said, both of you knew your parents would never allow this, putting aside the fact you would never go out like this. "(Y/N), just thinking about all the guys that would stare at you makes me worried sick! What if one of them tries touching you? I'm not letting that happen!" He says. "Then come with me if you're so worried about a guy staring!" You said, knowing fully well how he hates parties. "No, you know I'm uncomfortable with going to these kind of things (Y/N)" he says quietly. "Then it's your problem, not mine." You copy his tone. "(Y/N) how could you possibly think going out in fucking underwear to a party is ok?!" He half yells, "it's the same as going to the beach in a bathing suit Peter! Besides, I'm wearing a robe, no one will see anything!". "Come on a napkin would cover more then that robe! (Y/N) don't you get me?? I'm gonna be worried to death if you go out like this! No way am I letting any guy a chance to eye fuck you and those fuckers might do more than just looking at you!" He was yelling a lot at this point, and you've never seen Peter this angry and frustrated, and this would also technically be your first big fight, so you decided to stop before things get out of hand.

"Okay okay babe, I was just messing around, I'm not really going anywhere, no one's going to eye fuck me". You said calmly, cupping his cheeks with your hands and looking into his eyes trying to get him to relax. You could see Peter's disbelief at first, eyebrows shooting up, lips lightly parted, and a second later his eyebrows furrowed, his jaw clenched. "Pete-" he didnt let you finish, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you roughly, you gasped in surprise which gave him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, you kissing him back immediately after, you tongues fighting for dominance, you lost.

After a few minutes of one of the most passionate kisses you've shared with Peter, you both parted in need of air but peter quickly took off his shirt, then your whole outfit at the same speed, almost ripping your costume in the process, leaving you in nothing.

He picked you up and threw you on the bed, his eyes were so dark, and all you could do was stare at his bare abdomen, never failing to mesmorise you, but your focus was brought back to Peter's eyes as he started talking, "no one gets to see you wearing something like that other than me." He said while taking off his pants, leaving himself in nothing but boxers who left nothing to the imagination, his cock strained against the fabric. You felt yourself getting wet, he was so sexy when he was angry with you. You crawled towards him slowly, reaching up to rub his length through the boxers, pulling out a groan from him.

"Yes, right, no one gets to see me like this other than you baby. Let me make it up to you, make you feel real good", you said, slowly taking off his boxers. Finally, he steps out of his boxers, leaving you face to face with his fully erect cock, his tip a red as angry as he was, a tiny bit of pre cum leaking. You kissed the base, lightly biting and then soothing with your tongue. You then licked excruciatingly slow from the base to the tip, Peter moaning, you start sucking hus tip, each time you bring in you mouth more and more, swirling your tongue around. "Fuck" Peter says breathlessly. He reaches up to your hair, tugging it making you moan, the vibration sending more pleasure to him. You stop your movements suddenly, his cock still halfway inside you mouth, looking up at him, blinking innocently. He's confused at first, then realizing what you're implying he hold your head in place with both of his hands, and slowly starts thrusting into your mouth. He then speeds up, thrusting a little deeper, his head thrown back, moans and curses coming out of his mouth. "Fuck, feels so good, you're never going out like that, fuck, that ass is mine" you hum in agreement, the vibration almost sending him over the edge so he pulls out immediately, a string a saliva hanging from his tip to your tongue.

"Please tell me you're on the pill". He says, pushing you on your back, starting to circle your clit with his thumb while leaning over you with his other arm, "yes, yes, I am, shit" you moan, "good because I wanna cum inside you". He kisses you roughly, spreading your lips with his fingers, "you're so wet, just for me, tell me, would anyone else be able to get you this wet by just sucking their dick?" He asks, kissing your jaw, then your neck right where your sweet spot is. "N-no pete only y-you make me feel like this" you choke out, moaning so loud, you just want him inside you already. "That's right, only I can." He says suddenly flipping you on your stomach making you squeal. He grabs your hips pulling you up, kneading your ass with one hand and the other guiding his cock to your entrance. He slowly fills you up, both of you moaning loudly. Once he's fully in he let's you stretch out a bit, leaning over leaving marks on your shoulders.

Once you're stretched enough you wiggle your ass a bit, looking at him over your shoulder, saying seductively, "please, fuck me". And that's it for him. He pulls almost all the way out, thrusting back in quickly, he kept going like that, making you moan so loud you grabbed a pillow and buried you face in it to muffle your moans. After a while he snakes an arm around your waist pulling you up so his chest is to your back, while still thrusting faster and deeper he circles your clit with his other hands' finger, and you were screaming his name. "fuck (Y/N), gonna cum, gonna cum in that tight pussy, because it's mine, no one else's. Cum with me babe, come on". And that was it, your eyes rolling so far you saw stars, you were tightening around his cock, making him cum too, his thrusts sloppy as you both road out your highs, and you felt his cum dripping down your thighs.

He pulled out, you dropped on your stomach, breathless, and turned on your back to see peter walking over to the bathroom, coming back with a warm cloth, he gently cleaned you up, then him self, then threw the cloth on the floor and plopped down beside you on his back, and you snuggled up to him, his arm pulling you closer by your waist.

Damn. Peter has a whole other side of him you need to explore.

"You didn't... you wouldn't..." Peter tried to say, not finding the right words, "no Pete, I wouldn't, only you get to see these parts of me.", you said and he chuckled lightly, kissing your temple and pulling you closer, both of you exhausted, falling asleep almost immediately wrapped in each other's arms.

[loulougoingsolo]

"There's A Wiener on the Left!"

In Finland, when I hear someone talk about Easter (in Finnish, Pääsiäinen), the first thing that comes to mind, for me at least, are witches. It's a tradition here for kids to go around town dressed up as witches on Palm Sunday, and trade decorated branches of willow for candy. It's quite similar to trick or treating on Halloween, something not as big a deal around here. But because witches equal Easter in my mind, I find it very fitting that in today's GMM, Rhett and Link were joined by Gavin Leatherwood from the Chilling adventures of Sabrina.

I've watched the first season of Sabrina, but something else has always come up, and I haven't watched the rest yet. Of course, I have watched the og Sabrina the Teenage witch, but let's not bring that up. No, actually, let's: I'm not ashamed to admit that I quite enjoyed the show, even the stiff robotic cat. But even though some quite unusual animals and other oddities are kinda the theme of today's game, they actually have very little to do with witchcraft, and more with the magic of photoshop. It's time to spot the differences in some pretty wicked pictures!

Rhett starts the episode by instantly asking Gavin if he prefers leather or wood, (Rhett likes both) just because, Leatherwood. Imagine being a guest on the show, meeting these two dorks for the first time, and this being the first thing they ask you? And then, you end up playing a game where each round ends with someone putting a curse on themself? 😂

Okay, Disney should consider making a Mickey Mouse movie where all the characters' faces would be replaced with dog faces. That Mickey Dog looks amazing!

Buzzer wood would make a fun name for a Toy story fan fic, and I know my mind is pretty deep in the gutter to say that. It doesn't help when Rhett says things like "I like buzzer wood, it's soft."

After Rhett and Gavin find the differences in the koala mask pics, Link has to walk under a ladder and flip a fish to bring bad luck on himself. I had to find out more about the fish thing, and apparently it is a thing, only not while cooking the fish but when serving it.

I'm not very good at this game. I only thought about how my mom has the same green Ikea dish brush that is in the second picture, and then I started to think I should load my dishwasher. If I was playing along, I'd end up doing all the cursed punishments.

Opening an umbrella indoors is considered to bring bad luck in Finland, too, but this is the first time I've heard about Leonardo DaVinci inventing masturbation. Way to go, Rhett!

I spotted the nose in the stairs photo immediately, yay! Honestly, giving Link scissors and a hammer to smash a mirror with was possibly the worst idea ever. He didn't even know which hand to use with which tool! The horror on Rhett's face is very real, but somehow, the chaotic energy in this shot is also very much what GMM is all about.

I don't think the picture of the chickens taking a bath is that weird, but just pretty funny, but now I really need to see that freckle. I'm glad Link lost this round, so we get to see his yo-yo skills. This round was bad luck to whoever has to swipe the salt off the floor.

I made an eight-legged cat from clay last week, but the dog is way cooler. I don't know why, but I think Gavin just put a curse on that pretty little rainbow with his wicked eye. But, I have to ask with Gavin, why would Link imagine a little girl in a gown pointing at the rainbow instead of Gavin? Oh, because he's Link. Obviously.

In the last photos, I spotted the creeper, but not the other mistakes. I love how Rhett's first guess, after Stevie said women are more prone to spot the last mistake, was boobies - I don't believe that would apply to all women. When Link guessed there's a wiener on the left, I tried to take a better look at the creeper to see if it was a wiener and not a person. I mean, it's possible, I guess. The Try guys just posted a video with Zack's wiener, so it's not unheard of. But, gosh, Rhett really can't whistle. That was equally painful and hilarious to watch.

Rhett also loses the final round, and somehow, his punishment is to get serenaded by two guys while getting a foot massage? I love how Link harmonizes the Happy Birthday song, he's really good at that!

In More, the guys play Light as a feather, stiff as a board with different objects. I've never tried this, but I did once play with a Ouija board with my friends, and I may have tricked them to think we talked to the spirit of someone who used to live where my family home is. I feel a bit guilty for doing that, but at the time it seemed like a good idea. I just didn't think they'd buy it.

Link admitting to Gavin that he and Rhett are the most sheltered middle-aged men he'll ever meet is somehow quite adorable, and I think the part where Link is doing awesome yo-yo tricks while whistling Deck the Halls in the background as Rhett struggles with the cardhouse while Gavin observes the situation, is one of those moments where you could send someone who isn't familiar with GMM, without context, and see how they react. But Link with that yo-yo...😯���

Link may have shaky hands, but his reaction speed is phenomenal! I'm glad Gavin took his leather jacket off, it would have sucked if they spilled that orange juice on it.

Okay, I'm gonna stop now. They definately saved the best part of today's show to the end, because seeing Wushu sit on a pizza box up against the sky while the guys sing that song from Lion King is possibly the best thing I've seen in a while. And it's the perfect scene to end this post:

[thelangdoncooperative]

Looking Ahead (Halloween One-Shot)

She sat in front of her mirror with a steady hand and liquid eyeliner. She rarely got both eyes to be identical and it seemed like this was going to be another failure. She could see her boyfriend through the mirror fidgeting with his costume.

“Y/n,” he sighed, “I can't get it. Can you help?”

When she looked harder in the mirror to see what his struggle was, she smudged her eyeliner, “Fuck me,” she groaned.

He laughed as he came up behind her, “I'm busy,” she stuck her tongue at him through the mirror and continued to fix her face, “Just forget the eyeliner. You look pretty like that,”

She wiped the rest off before calling it quits. Turning to him, she could see that his buttons were all one off, “Perhaps your struggle is,” she began to unbutton his costume jacket, “that they're all off by one,”

He leaned down and kissed her nose as she adjusted his costume, “You're so smart. That's why I keep you around,”

She raised an eyebrow, “Is that the only reason?”

“Something about love too probably,” he grinned and she rolled her eyes.

He turned her in his arms so they were both facing the mirror, “How do we look? As good as they look on the package?”

She insisted on doing couples costumes when she found out her friends were throwing a Halloween party. They went through a few ideas (that Michael had shut down) before landing on this. She thought he looked beautiful in his prince costume. He had picked up a much darker version than the one she expected but it suited him. It was black with red stitching and his blonde curls made him look even more charming. In turn, her dress looked as if the fairies had turned Sleeping Beauty’s dress red instead. She didn't complain. She thought they could look cute but Michael wanted something a tad darker. He said it was called ‘compromise’.

“Listen, Princess,” he smiled, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, “Are we ready to go?”

Thankfully, Michael’s mom had let him take the car. There was no way Y/N’s parents were going to be that cool. They were staying overnight and while her parents were chill about a lot, drinking and driving were not one of them. They all but made Michael take a blood oath not to drink and drive with Y/N in the car. Of course he was able to put them at ease and they did trust both of their judgements.

When they pulled up to the house, it was already 11pm and the party seemed in full swing. The music was flowing out the windows and they could see it was packed just from looking in. As they walked up the steps, they saw one of their classmates puking off the side of the porch. Michael gripped Y/N's waist a touch tighter as they walked past and through the crowd to get to the drinks.

He leaned into her ear to speak over the music, “If you ever wanna go, just let me know. Don't feel like you can't say when,”

Pushing his curls out of his face, she nodded, “I know. We just got here though. It'll be okay,” she smiled and handed him a drink.

Y/N was known around school primarily for being Michael’s girlfriend. She was essentially his only and best friend. Before her, no one dared approach him. He sat alone most of the time, his only company were his thoughts. When Y/N moved to town their senior year, that changed. While Michael would tell you she forced her friendship on him, he'd always say he was glad. She made him a new person and he couldn't imagine a time without her. That being said, her friends were still apprehensive even now.

When her best friend, Sara, came over to talk to her, Michael was polite. He smiled at her but he did not speak. He could sense her uneasiness. He simply stood by Y/N, holding her waist as they talked and giving space when she needed it. When Y/N asked him to dance, he happily obliged. He would never tell her not to talk to her friends but he liked having her to himself. These social settings were not made for him. When he seemed to zone out, she took it as that but when she could not get him to pay attention to her she knew something was up.

“What is it?” She wrapped her arms around him, “What do you feel?”

He kissed her before speaking, “You're going to think it's cause I want to leave but...something's off in here. We should go,”

“What do you mean ‘something's off’? You have to elaborate more,” she replied.

He shook his head, “I can't, really. That's all I have for you,” He looked to the front door, frowning, “Okay, I'm sorry but we have to go,” he grabbed her hand and quickly led her out the front door. She stumbled a few times trying to match the strides of his long legs. Unlocking the car door, he opened her side and quickly helped her in.

“Michael, what is it?” She said out of breath but he did not respond. He rushed over to the drivers side and turned over the engine in a rush. As he drove down the block, she could see police lights in the rear view mirror. They stopped in front of Sara’s house.

He glanced over at her while he drove, “That was it,”

She took his hand in her lap, “Sara’s gonna be so pissed.”

He laughed, “We can go eat. Would you be up for that? It’s only-” he looked down at the time on the radio, “twelve-thirty”

She agreed and he pulled into a local 24-hour spot. The sign outside boasted of a famous cheesecake and that had Y/N sold. She was a sucker for desserts. She slid into the booth and Michael followed behind.

“Ew, Michael,” she laughed, “Are we really gonna be the couple who sits on the same side of the booth?”

He grinned widely, taking her face in his hand and planting a sloppy kiss on her lips, “We absolutely are,”

The waitress came and went. Y/N hadn't realized how hungry she was until she was waiting and the wait truly did feel like forever.

“Oh my god,” she dropped her head dramatically on his shoulder, “I'm so hungry” she whined.

He reached his arm behind her and pulled her body close to his, “You're like a toddler,” he laughed, “It should be out soon. It hasn't even been that long,”

“Are you sure? It feels like forever and a day,” she looked up at him. Taking advantage of the angle, he dipped his head down to kiss her. She laughed, trying to push his face away but instead felt Michael lick her hand. ��Disgusting. Why do you hate me?” She laughed so loud the old trucker at the counter turned to look at her.

Michael contained his laughter and put his hand over her mouth, “You're so loud. Holy shit. People are gonna think I’m doing something to you,”

She moved his hand from her mouth, holding it where it hung over her shoulder, “Okay, okay,” she took deep breaths to calm her laughter.

When the food finally arrived, Y/N was beaming. Michael was just glad he made it out alive. They were sharing a plate of fries and each had a milkshake. Michael had chocolate and she had strawberry.

“Here. Open up, big baby” he laughed as he fed her a fry. She sighed in contentment and laid her head back on his shoulder. They continued eating like this until Y/N looked up at him with a serious expression.

“Michael, can I ask you something?” Her eyes were wide but he saw no negativity in them.

He quickly washed down his fry with a drink, “Of course. What is it?”

“Do you love me?” She bit her lip.

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose, “Is this where I get in trouble for not saying it enough?” He continued eating.

“No, I just mean-...Well, I’ll be leaving for college soon and I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page. Because I do love you and I want you. I want to be with you,” she spoke so plainly but her words rang true. He felt the same way and to hear her speak them out loud was a comfort to his mind.

“I love you, little one,” he kissed her nose once more, “I'll be here as long as you'll have me. Okay?” He tipped her chin up so he could get better access to her lips when they kissed.

She beamed up at him, relieved at his response, “Okay, no more heavy stuff I promise. You can eat now. I won't bother you.” He picked up a fry and moved to feed her. She opened her mouth in anticipation and at the last second he quickly popped it in his mouth. “Rude!” She laughed and swatted his arm.

“Excuse me, ma'am. You said you weren't going to bother me anymore!” He laughed, almost choking on a half-eaten fry.

“That's what you get,” she chuckled as she cuddled deeper into his side.

[astudyinfreewill]

Halloween anon here and I don't mind at all! Your vision for it was really amazing so I'm not even let down lol. Ummm another prompt. Uhhh. Maybe when Pynch is older and Adam has a stable job and etc Ronan gets Adam (dreams Adam?) a shy little hound puppy with big floppy ears? Has that been done? Sorry! And I will definitely see what I can do about writing Blue dressed up as Gansey!

The morning Adam turns 27, Ronan wakes up at the crack of dawn and drives into town. It’s not a long drive – the house they bought is far enough from the centre to have its own plot of land, but still a reasonable distance from Adam’s office – but he still honks viciously at every single unfortunate soul that is driving too damn slow, fuck it, because he’ll be damned if he can’t get back by the time Adam wakes up.

When he arrives at the shelter, the woman on duty greets him sleepily and a little grouchily. He had to pay a hefty bonus to ensure she’d be there at ass o’clock in the morning, but it’s worth it. Of course, it would have been easier if he could just have dreamt the puppy, all set and ready to go in the comfort of their own home – but he knows it wouldn’t be the same. Adam would not go for a dream puppy when there are dogs already waiting at a shelter, abandoned and mistreated and mistrusting, but still so full of affection and loyalty, hoping for someone to adopt them. Adam would never pick the easy option, and Ronan loves him for it.

The hound puppy is, to be honest, ridiculously cute, even though it cowers fearfully when Ronan tries to pick it up. It takes some coaxing from the shelter lady before it relaxes in Ronan’s arms long enough that he can carry it out to the car.

As the sun rises in the sky, Ronan drives back home breaking every speed limit, and the puppy barks joyfully. Ronan thinks they might just get along fine.

He feels less magnanimous about things later, as he’s walking upstairs quietly, trying to shush the puppy’s excited and curious yipping.

“Be fucking quiet,” he tells it gently. “We’re surprising Adam, okay?”

The puppy yips even louder. Ronan groans, but he’s not actually worried, because Adam sleeps like a fucking log once he’s out, and if he’s slept through Ronan’s worst electronica mixes, a puppy dog’s barks are not going to wake him up any time soon.

Nor, for that matter, is the summer morning sun shining directly in Adam’s face, softly lighting his freckles and turning his brown hair shades of burnished gold.

Ronan sits at the foot of the bed and just looks at him, as grateful as ever that he’s lucky enough to call this amazing man his own. He waits for Adam to wake up, stroking the puppy as it, too, dozes on and off.

When Adam finally wakes – and okay, Ronan may have been nudging his foot for the past ten minutes, but how long can he keep a tiny dog still and quiet, really? – he smiles sleepily up at him, and Ronan’s heart flips into his mouth, which is just ridiculous, considering they’ve been living together for over a year now.

“Hi,” Adam greets, drawing the vowel out drowsily.

“Hi,” Ronan replies, smiling in what he suspects is a horrifyingly smitten way. “Happy birthday,” he adds, and turns fully around to reveal the puppy, which, with perfect timing, is waking up at the sudden noises.

“Thank—” Adam starts, but the ‘you’ dies in his mouth as he spots the puppy and his eyes instantly go saucer-sized.

“Oh my God”, he says softly, and then, even softer, repeats: “Oh my God.”

The puppy crawls towards Adam’s extended hands, tripping adorably over its own paws and the bedsheets, and Adam makes a pained, squeaking noise.

There’s a tense moment before Adam actually pets the puppy’s small head, when it looks as if the puppy might actually shy back, but Adam’s always had a way of dealing with lost, frightened fledgling creatures – Opal is living proof of that. Adam holds his hand above the puppy’s head for a few moments, letting it sniff it out, not pushing, not demanding anything, until the puppy gives it a tentative lick and a headbutt – and just like that, Adam’s gone, in a puppy-induced state of bliss.

Ronan might as well have left the room for all that either of them is noticing him, which is both amusing and a little upsetting but was, ultimately, the goal of this. Adam loves the puppy, and the puppy very obviously already loves Adam – which is not unusual, since dogs unfailingly take to Adam in a heartbeat.

“Oh God, Ronan,” Adam whispers reverently, his eyes glued to the puppy currently happily snuggled against his chest. “His ears are so floppy.”

“Jesus, you’re such a nerd,” Ronan replies, but he can basically feel his heart growing three sizes in his chest.

Adam waves the barb away, busy very gently petting the dog’s ears.

“What are we gonna name him?” he wonders, looking actually lovestruck.

“Jackhammer,” Ronan promptly replies.

“Like fuck. We agreed no more power tools.”

“Ugh. Fine, name him something lame then, see if I care.”

“I’ll name him whatever I want, thank you very much. Maybe I’ll name him Fluffy.”

“Fucking hell, Parrish, I’ve worked so hard to create a brand here and you’re just gonna destroy it like that?”

Adam rolls his eyes, somehow managing to look both bitchy and adorable at the same time. “Relax. I’m not actually naming him that.”

“I still vote Jackhammer.”

“Definitely not.”

“We can shorten it to Jack. Here, Jack! Good boy!”

“Don’t you dare train him to respond to that, Lynch.”

Ronan laughs, raising his hands in defeat and scooting up the bed to sit down next to Adam.

“You better not start loving this mutt more than me.”

“Impossible. I already love it a million times more than I’ve ever loved anything under the sun.”

“Ouch, fucking rude,” Ronan puts a hand to his chest, pretending to be wounded.

“But seriously,” Adam says, sobering up. “Thank you. This is… I don’t even know. I love you so much.”

“Love you too, birthday boy,” Ronan replies, fondly. Then adds, in a cooing voice: “And I love you too, Jackhammer.”

Adam shoves him off the bed.