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purple-phantoms · 4 years ago

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Happiest Place on Earth

Modern!Reggie Peters x Gender-Neutral!Reader, Luke Patterson x Alex Mercer

Based off of: #95 from my bucket list, Spend the whole day at Magic Kingdom

A/N: This was requested by @i-should-be-writing-my-own-fic ! This is mostly going to be based off of research and memory. I’ve been to Magic Kingdom before, but only when I was 7 so I barely remember anything. In school a couple years ago I used to plan out which hotel I was going to stay in and which rides I wanted to go on lol. It’s such a shame that the pandemic had to hit. Also I’m basing this off of Disney World in Florida because I’m more familiar with that one. This is super long and not great, but hope you like it!

Summary: Y/n, Alex, Luke, and Reggie spend the day at Disney’s Magic Kingdom. Y/n and Reggie stay together while Luke and Alex pair up. Both groups try to hide their relationships from the other, until everything magically unfolds.

Masterlist

For reference, if you’ve never been to Disney World and have no idea what the rides are, I’m including links to pictures I used to write this.

For “Peter Pan’s Flight”: Youtube video, Google Images link

For “Be Our Guest”: Disney World website, Pinterest image

For “Pirates of the Caribbean”: Youtube video

For “Splash Mountain”: TikTok from Pinterest, Youtube video

The warm sun rose on the concrete. Thousands of people lined up outside the gates to purchase their tickets for the giant themepark. Them and the boys waited anxiously. They were just about to get to buy their tickets but there was a giant family of 7 in front of them. It felt like years before they called the next people. It felt like centuries before they were allowed to enter the paradise. The four of them split up into pairs; Alex and Luke, and Y/n and Reggie. They wanted to go their separate ways and go on all the rides possible and occasionally meet up to get food and relax.

The first stop for y/n and Reggie was to Cinderella’s castle for pictures. Reggie dragged them by the hand to get as close to the castle, pushing past a lot of people in the process. In their bag was a polaroid camera. It probably wasn’t the best idea to bring something like that to a theme park where it could easily be misplaced or stolen, but memories, right? Y/n took pictures of Reggie first. He did some poses both facing away from the castle and facing the castle. Next was y/n’s turn. Now, y/n was smart. They bought some Disney related things way before the trip. They bought Mickey Mouse earrings and ears for their outfit. Y/n did the same as Reggie and took pictures facing away and towards the castle.

Next stop was to It’s a Small World in Fantasyland. Y/n and Reggie sat in the boat together and swayed to the music as they started moving in the ride. The animatronics were cool but really creepy at the same time. “What if one of those just exploded like in a sci-fi movie,” y/n laughed. Most times y/n was capable of correctly anticipating what would come next in a ride. They could tell that this was just a chill ride, but it’s always fun to imagine the unlikely.

“If that happens, you should just snatch one of them up, and then we just have to run,” Reggie smiled as they laughed. Y/n and Reggie were always the ones in the group who thought that way. Obviously, they wouldn’t actually do that, but that doesn’t mean that it wouldn’t be cool if they did.

Next they went to Peter Pan’s flight. Peter Pan had always been one of Reggie’s favorite characters because of his youth. Obviously before getting in line y/n had to take a picture of Reggie. God, he was gorgeous.

The wait was longer than what they had expected but it was worth it. The scenery was a beautiful sight. When they finally got to the end of the line, they gingerly entered their cart. The ride was chill like the one they had been on before. Reggie kissed y/n on the cheek before laying his head on y/n’s shoulder as they travelled through Neverland. All the animatronics looked so life-like and accurate to the movie. It would be crazy not to take just a few pictures.

The pair got off the ride and went on to the next one, then the next one, until they got hungry. Reggie texted Luke and Alex to find a place to meet up. They decided on the Be Our Guest restaurant. Once they all arrived, they felt underdressed. The restaurant looked exactly how you’d expect it to if you were living in the castle. The walls and tiles were yellow and blue, and the ceiling was painted with a renaissance-like picture.

“You guys seriously couldn’t have picked a more low-key place to eat?” Luke grumbled. This kind of thing had never been his style. He “hated” talking about the Disney princesses, he said they were too “feminine” for him.

“We came for the vibe, not the reality, loser,” Alex said. Reggie and y/n shook their heads. Sitting down for a little bit was quite refreshing. All 4 of them ate all the food they ordered, and it was a lot. But hey, they need their energy!

They sat in a little silence as they waited for their bill to arrive. They were all ready to go on more rides, but also ready for a nap. It’s too bad they were only spending the day there. A kick to the foot knocked y/n out of their daydream. “Ow,” they shouted.

“Oh sorry,” Alex said. “Me and Luke are going to be right back.” Y/n and Reggie looked at each other and laughed.

“Reggie, get your friends,” y/n laughed. Alex and Luke had been like this for a while now, and it was a little weird.

“I think they just went to take pictures,” Reggie shrugged. Y/n laughed.

“Yeah, of each other’s lips,” y/n said. Alex and Luke being a couple was always a theory that y/n and Reggie would talk about. After all, most times movie nights are with a group of people, not just with one person. Well it’s not like y/n and Reggie could speak on that either. They didn’t want Alex and Reggie to know about their relationship because they just wanted to keep it to themselves.

Then the couple pair came back. Alex looked completely normal while Luke’s shirt was super wrinkled.... like as if someone was grabbing at it.

“So where did you two go,” y/n asked with a smirk. Bothering Alex when he’s flustered was always a funny sight. He would never be able to say a single thing without chuckling or running his fingers through his hair.

“We uh-” Luke had to pause to think. “We went to go find a map.” Then he pulled one out of his back pocket, which he totally had way before. Le-let’s go on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride,” He stuttered.

“Thought you don’t like that stuff,” Reggie smiled.

“Well now I do,” Luke said as he grabbed his stuff.

The walk to Adventureland was long, but funny. Reggie couldn’t stop talking about that one time he dressed up as Jack Sparrow for y/n’s costume party last year. The same costume party where y/n and Reggie expressed their feelings for each other. The same costume party where they purposely hid in the closet so that nobody would know that they were officially together. The same costume party that nobody knew the full story about. “Guys, it literally was like 7 minutes in heaven,” Reggie beamed. “I felt like I could’ve gotten married right there.”

“Hey Reggie, do you remember how we agreed to not talk about that party,” y/n lied. They never had an actual agreement. Y/n just thought that neither of them would get close to exposing the truth.

“No, y/n,” Alex put his hand up. “I want to hear this one.” Y/n gave Reggie the look, hoping he’d understand and stop talking. He didn’t.

“Are you and this person still together,” Luke asked. Stop egging him on!!

“Obviously,” Reggie smirked as he put his arm around them.

“WHAT!” Alex and Luke yelled at the same time.

“I knew it, I knew it!” Alex cheered.

“Can you guys shut up?” Y/n grumbled.

“Yeah, are you guys going to get on the ride,” the operator asked. Woops.

“My bad, y/n,” Reggie whispered.

“It’s fine,” y/n said.

“It’s not fine,” Luke yelled. “This is huge, why didn’t you tell us?”

“You know what, Luke,” y/n turned around to face him. “In this ride there are probably real skeletons being used as props. If you don’t leave me alone I will donate yours to this ride when you die.” Luke sat back in his seat and fell silent. Saying things like that always worked with the guys.

When they got to the battle part, Reggie reached to hold y/n’s hand in his. Y/n squeezed his. They weren’t mad at him, they already knew Reggie was an airhead. This would have happened one way or another.

The four of them decided to go on Splash Mountain next. Y/n did this on purpose. They knew none of the boys knew that they’d get splashed on the ride. Perfect payback.

“Luke and Alex, I think you guys should sit in the front for this one,” y/n smiled.

“Why,” Alex asked.

“What, you don’t want to be the first ones to see everything,” y/n said sarcastically. The two boys shrugged in response.

They got into the raft with Luke and Alex sitting in the front and Reggie and y/n sitting right behind them. “So why are they sitting in the front,” Reggie whispered to them.

“It’s so that they’ll get splashed the most,” y/n laughed. And they did. On the first drop, they were moving their soaking wet hair out of the way of their eyes and screaming profanities. It didn’t help that there were little kids on the raft with parents yelling back at them to stop cursing. Y/n and Reggie sat back and laughed as their friends got soaked.

Luke and Alex were mad when they got off the ride and saw that y/n and Reggie were completely dry. “Y/n you did this on purpose,” Alex shouted.

“Yeah, I did,” y/n laughed. “So when were you guys going to tell us that you were dating?”

Alex and Luke’s jaws looked like they were going to hit the floor. “How did you know?” Alex asked

“You guys literally left us to go make out,” Reggie pointed out.

“Riiiiight,” Luke blushed.

“Yeah, so Reggie and I are going to go do ‘official couple’ things like go find Mickey and Minnie,” y/n smiled. “Let’s go, Reg.”

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uwua3 · 4 years ago

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Your writing is amazing! Like honestly! ✨ Can I request some yuki dating headcanons like with an s/o. If not I understand have a great day! 😊

thank you so much ♡ can i just say i love your support and enthusiasm for my writing 🥺 i always see you liking/replying to my posts and i am In Love With You i swear *thousands of hearts* thank you for everything~ but yes, of course! one super soft yuki hc coming up right away!!!

summary: yuki was yours and only yours, and he wanted to make sure everyone knew

author’s note: this was so sweet, it gave me multiple cavities! i’m sorry if it’s awkward, i’m not too experienced in the art of ~ love ~ even though i’m such a hopeless romantic! hope this was cute enough :D

i hope everyone knows relationships don’t make you whole, you are your own person. your s/o can help you improve to be the best version possible, but you are just as unique and interesting as an individual, never forget that ♡

word count: 1,803

music: Q&A – seventeen ft. ailee, hold your hand – lee hi

couple outfits.

🌻👘 rurikawa yuki

yuki didn’t just date anybody, let’s make that clear. in fact, yuki never dated anyone before you!

yuki liked you, so, so much. before he said anything, it physically hurt him to be so distracted by your presence when he had so many responsibilities

(it also hurt tenma when backstage, yuki forgot what he was doing and didn’t look where the needle was going when he became too entranced)

(“you idiot! stop staring at them for one second!” tenma yelped, not seeing yuki’s embarrassed blush before the two got caught in a petty argument once again. obviously, you had to play peacemaker)

but yuki was scared every time you looked at him and saw your stupid smile. you seemed so happy around him, and yuki could tell the signs before you even knew

you had to like him romantically, your hugs lingered and personality was made of sugar only around him

you were so obvious, you liked him and he was scared of messing everything up. it was so rare to find a good friend like you, was it worth it to risk everything?

before he even knew it, yuki was preparing a rejection because no person could come between him and his work (at least, that’s what he tried to reason it with)

but every time you looked at yuki, with all the affection in the world, he didn’t have the heart to say it

maybe, yuki didn’t want to say something he didn’t believe in

so the best solution was if he avoided the topic, you guys would be friends forever and nothing would have to go wrong

so when he confessed out of no where, yuki slapped his hands over his own mouth because he was such an idiot (for once)

you two were buying fabrics for the next mankai production, yuki happily browsing the store with the increased budget

yuki practically pulled you to the secluded corner, convincing you the store’s hidden gems were always in the piles of boxes about to be donated

when you found a discarded silk scarf hidden amongst the mixture, you looped it around your own neck and pretended like you were ali–baba, reciting the lines from water me! to get his attention

(you helped yuki practice his lines in the script so you were practically an understudy)

yuki already started ignoring your ridiculous tactics, about to tell you to shut up and help him find the perfect material when he turned around—you had it!

yuki rushed forward, unintentionally pulling you in close as he inspected the fabric’s qualities, not realizing how you were invading his personal space

“how did you even find this, you must be my...” yuki stumbled on his words, looking up to see you staring at him with such unmasked fondness, it made him become flustered

“your what?” you questioned, playfully smiling as you leaned forward, causing yuki to automatically pull back

(silly yuki! he forget he still had a death grip on the scarf as you followed him forward, holding out your arm on the wall nearby to prevent you two from falling)

yuki flinched, expecting the impact of the ground but opened his eyes to see you were leaning over him and was trapped between your arms

a beat of silence passed. yuki was about to let go before you moved in closer, innocently tilting your head as you had a cat–like cheshire grin

“tell me i’m yours, yuki~” you giggled, watching the way his face immediately turned red. any other person, he’d push off without a doubt. but he liked that you teased him so much, that you were so affectionate and open to him

yuki wish he didn’t like you so much

he knew you were joking, but,

yuki really did like you so much

“you’re mine. i want you to be mine.” yuki admitted, his expression forming one of shock as if he couldn’t believe what he said. how could he just confess that?! yuki shut his mouth, still against the wall as you blinked once. twice.

it didn’t take long before you fell back from laughter, bruising yuki’s ego as he crossed his arms and looked away, embarrassed

this is what he got for trying to be spontaneous and “in the moment”. yuki didn’t know what to expect, was he ready for this?

wait... what if he’s been reading all the signs wrong? oh my god, what if you didn’t even see him that way?!

“aish... don’t laugh... you’re so—” yuki felt the scarf get yanked around his wrist like a lasso and before he could react, it was you who pulled him in close this time

his hands landed on your shoulders, trying to balance himself but you kept him steady, putting your arms around his waist as you grinned like a little kid

“i like you, too.” you confessed, overwhelmed with happiness as yuki felt the same

yuki smiled and closed the distance, feeling like you two were in your own world

the fabric store was forever his favorite now, because it was the place he 1. found the perfect silk material for a costume (every time), 2. kissed you for the first time, and 3. had his first relationship start

from that point forward, you two entered a relationship full of mutual respect, care, and even love later on

(yuki said it first, surprisingly enough. but this time, it was on purpose)

yuki fantasized about being the dream couples he saw online in his pinterest board, reblogging couples outfits and creating a private folder he gazed at every once in a while

when you discovered this, you intentionally showed up wearing the same color scheme as yuki and the rest was history

once yuki saw you were just as excited and giddy to appear as a couple, yuki put his sewing skills to work as he made custom pieces he knew you’d love

you name it, you probably got it: matching berets with your signature color, pretty hair ribbons and bows, and for anniversaries/special events, yuki would work day and night to craft the outfit of your dreams

yuki loved expressing his affection through gifts because it was personally difficult to say he liked you without sounding like his default sarcastic state

every day was valentine’s day, by the way

so showing up with a huge, perfectly wrapped box or bag with colorful tissue paper that always correlated with the gift wasn’t out of the norm, yuki loved spoiling you~ (lucky you!)

if yuki saw something in the window on his way home that reminded him of you, he bought it without a second thought and watched your eyes lit up (so worth his empty wallet)

if yuki found a teddy bear that was the embodiment of all things soft and lovely, it was already at your door step with a handwritten letter he would never admit to writing

everything that made him happy started reminding yuki of you (you had to directly tell him to stop to prevent him from going broke)

any time yuki went out shopping, he took you because he liked seeing what your interests and dislikes were

yuki was very thoughtful and considerate, always paying attention to how you reacted to certain things outside of the fashion world as well

but you also watched him closely as well, and it allowed yuki to reveal his more vulnerable, insecure side when he found out you didn’t judge him and even, understood him

you also practiced doing couple’s PDA with him when you noticed how scared he got

you would initiate hand–holding, hugging, and doing small things like bending down to tie his shoes or any ribbon he had on his outfit; just casual contact to get him used to gentle touches that were more than just friendly now

it took a while, but yuki started returning the favor by fixing the accessories in your hair and even wore this tacky tenma bracelet you bought for him as a gag gift

(he hated it and the way tenma looked like some egotistical maniac, but it made you laugh every time. it was worth it) (maybe tenma’s dumb face was good for something)

it was also nice to hear genuine, real compliments everyday. you make it your goal to remind yuki of the small details you loved on his outfit, or how soft his hair was, and the way he presented himself just to show your attention was all his when you two were together

yuki would grow to trust you with his whole heart, feeling his own heart become candy because you were just so sweet

you stole his heart and never gave it back, and it was lovely to know you were taking great care of it and truly treasured him for him

between the two of you, you taught yuki how to trust and rely on other people despite his independent complex as he often put on a strong front

yuki would go to you first if he had a problem, which was hard at first but he got into the habit because he wanted to show you he cared

yuki would text you frequently asking about your day (newsflash, he actually does want to know) and would send you updates of any piece he was working on

you understood yuki prioritized his seamstress career and always proudly spammed his social media posts with heart emojis and adoring compliments

(he always had to hide and cover his face with his hands because he was so grateful you were so proud) (he never told you that, though)

even though he’d instantly get flustered and tried to deny them, you helped him believe them more and more everyday until he could confidently take anything on in the world

(“if my partner thinks it’s cute, i’m cute!” yuki loudly said to the mirror, hearing your laugh the next room over. oops)

you guys didn’t have to talk every single day, though, don’t get me wrong. you two always wanted the best for each other and defined healthy boundaries to allow both of you to flourish and prosper!

yuki, at first, always apologized for spending time on certain projects but you never accepted them, instead encouraging him even more and praising his work ethic

yuki still sent you links throughout the day of things to try and cute outfits he’d love to see you in

it was so thoughtful that throughout the day, you were always on his mind even if he was busy

but no matter what, you two always supported one another through your endeavors and did everything 100% with each other’s best interests at heart

you really liked yuki, and he liked you back just as much, maybe even a little more

(okay, definitely a lot more)

#rurikawa yuki #yuki rurikawa #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #a3! headcanons #act! addict! actors! headcanons #mankai a3!#mankai company #a3! x reader #a3 x reader #yuki x reader #a3! yuki #a3 yuki

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wakaoujisenhime · 5 years ago

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helloooo! Could I request a BNHA fic where the reader has a quirk similar to Eri's, so during the whole mission to rescue Eri the reader feels like it's hopeless and decides to try to get Overhaul to take them instead and let Eri go? maybe the reader is in a relationship with one of the heroes who were apart of the mission?

A/N: Hii! That’s quite the interesting concept you have there! I had some trouble thinking about who your partner would be and I didn’t want to specifically choose one, sooo I decided on choosing our two top future heroes Midoriya and Mirio! But here’s another problem…I initially wanted to include more people to the story (like Aizawa, Nighteye, Fatgum trio, …) as well, but then I decided to leave it at these two (for now). If you’d like to have a story for the others as well, make sure to let me know and I’ll make a part 2 so that they can also get some love! And just another small info: (H/N) means hero name

Have fun! ( ^_^)／

Tags: Midoriya x reader ✅ Mirio x reader ✅ SFW ✅ angst (like a LOT) ✅

image/art source: Midoriya -> Pinterest (sadly the original artist’s Twitter [mtk_pear] doesn’t exists anymore)

The setting will be around the time Mirio got shot and BEFORE the Ryukyu squad fell down, but it might vary depending on the character (I’ll specify it in that case)

☞ 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

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Midoriya:

Alongside your boyfriend Midoriya, his teacher Aizawa and his mentor Nighteye you were running like your life depended on it. The four of you had to hurry and meet up with Mirio who went on ahead to save Eri.

Since you and Eri shared a similar quirk a lot of the Pro Heroes were against your presence during the mission, simply afraid that something might go wrong and they’d have to lose another person who was able to rewind a person’s state. Luckily you as well as your boyfriend’s classmates were successful in changing their mind.

So here you were waiting alongside the three men for the perfect time to kick down the wall and make your entrance.

“We got this (Y/N).“

Midoriya had no idea just how much that silent motivational whisper meant to you and in order to show off your appreciation to him, you took his hand and gave his scarred knuckles a soft kiss. The two of you were interrupted by the raspy cough which came from Aizawa, signalizing that you guys had to get ready.

“You ready Izuku?”

“I’m ready!”

——

You guys were not ready.

Nothing the two of you would have said or done could have prepared you for what was waiting beyond the wall, Midoriya had kicked down some minutes ago.

Mirio, the upperclassman the two of you admired so much looked like he was on the brink of death. His symbolic red cape was lying on the floor, his hero costume covered in blood and tattered while the hero himself was stabbed by some spikes around him and behind him was none other than the small Eri, cowering in fear.

Almost instinctively you ran to where the young girl was, wrapping your arms around her so that she could at least feel a little secure. Nighteye followed you, but took care of his most precious student instead, praising his will and efforts in the process. Your boyfriend on the other hand was seemingly struggling mentally because of the current situation and no matter how much support his teacher was providing him, he was constantly having slip-ups.

And one of those slip-ups had almost cost him his life, had it not been for Aizawa who pushed him away from Chronostasis, just barely saving him.

Both Nighteye and you were feeling the desperate need to jump in and help them, but the two of you had other far more important priorities right now…or at least they were supposed to be far more important to you.

The pro hero next to you would’ve never expected to be looking at your back while you were actually walking towards Overhaul.

“(H/N)! What are you doing?!”

Everybody who was close enough to hear your hero name turned to look at you, curious or afraid of what you’d do next.

“Overhaul. Take me instead.”

“What?”

You weren’t sure who else except the main villain had asked you the same thing, but you knew that you wanted to avoid looking at Midoriya at all cost. After taking a deep breath you began explaining.

“You need someone who has the power to rewind a person’s former state, right?”

The masked man who was facing you was slowly but surely counting one and one together as he seemed to understand where this conversation was headed to.

“Is that your quirk?”

Before answering his question you did that one thing you wanted to avoid the most…look at your boyfriend.

You wished you wouldn’t have, because the moment you saw him it instantly weakened your resolve.

Midoriya’s face was the pure definition of horror, it even seemed to you as if he would start crying any moment now. You were sure that he would have never supported the idea of you joining them if he had known of your plans.

“(Y/N)…what are you doing? P-Please stop.”

Hearing his low and trembling voice almost brought you to tears as well, but for his and your own sake you held back.

“(H/N)! Stop playing the hero and stand back, you’re in the way!”

Their loud voices and statements almost succeeded in making you change your mind, but your wish to save the little girl behind you and keep everybody else safe was far greater than anything these men might throw at you.

You firmly shook your head in denial and risked another glance at your boyfriend, only to see him slightly shake his head as well, whispering barely audible pleas.

Overhaul observed your behavior as well as the scene that was playing out in front of him and then chuckled lowly.

“Fine then. I’ll be taking you with me like you wanted, but if any of you…”, he pointed at the rest of your team “…decide to follow us, then I hope you won’t mind me returning your precious friend here piece by piece.”

The villain knew what he was doing was quite the gamble, but he was also aware that after the heroes had found out about Eri’s identity they would risk any- and everything in order to get her away from him. But now somebody else with a similar quirk was offering themself to him, somebody who was apparently very close to one of the heroes who were present at the moment. He would be stupid to refuse now wouldn’t he? Especially when he actually knew about you.

You see…there were some percs to his temporary teamwork alongside the League of Villains and one of them was that the first thing he was told about the future heroes was that there was one among them who possessed a similar power to Eri’s. At one point he even considered aiming for you next, but he gave up on that idea rather quick since he thought you would be kept safe somewhere in UA. But now, seeing you offering yourself to him out of your own accord or even being on the battlefield amused him to no end.

Right then and there he decided to make that bet. He would use you and your quirk in the same way he used Eri…or even worse. And to top it all of he would use the first quirk-disabling bullet he’d extract from you on none other than your precious boyfriend…Midoriya.

Mirio:

This situation could not get any worse than it already was for your classmates, your mentors and for you as well. You had just arrived at the main battlefield where Overhaul and Midoriya were fighting at. A short glance around the area was enough for you to notice that somebody was missing. Somebody who was very important to you.

“…Togata”

You were so lost in your thoughts that you just barely missed the injured pro-hero who was crouched down on his knees and had just coughed up some blood, staining his fair colored clothes.

“Sir Nighteye!”

You ran up to him, carefully supporting his injured torso so that he could at least sit up and face you.

“(Y/N)…Mirio took Eri with him. T-They left not so long ago. Follow him, p-please.”

Leaving him injured on the battlefield was the last thing you wanted right now, but you were aware nonetheless that Nighteye wasn’t sending you off just because Mirio was your boyfriend, but also because he wanted to calm his own nerves down by knowing that thanks to you he would be in good hands.

So here you were, running as fast as you could, ignoring the painful screams coming from your lungs, demanding a break, but how could you? As soon as you had left the battleground through a hole in the wall you saw an alarming amount of blood staining the white floor and forming an excellent trail for you to follow.

At your speed it didn’t take you too long to reach the destination or better said the person you were looking for.

“Togata!”

Your boyfriend visibly tensed up, but after some seconds he turned around slowly looking at you with his big and shiny eyes.

“(Y/N)!”

If he wasn’t that injured he would’ve engulfed you in a tight and loving bear hug, but this time it was on you to initiate the embrace.

As careful as you possibly could be, you wrapped your arms around his injured body immediately feeling how he relaxed thanks to your touch. Happy to see him alive and well you couldn’t help yourself and kissed his lips, relieved that he at least had enough power to return your gesture.

And that’s when you noticed the slightly scared (but more curious than anything) little girl standing next to the two of you, fiddling with her dress.

“So you must be Eri-chan. Don’t worry, I’m here to help.”

She nods and continues playing with her dress. Suddenly you feel a gentle tab on your shoulder, you glance at Mirio who was trying to tell you something, so you carefully bring his body closer to yours listening to his silent whisper.

“I…can’t use my quirk anymore (Y/N)-chan…”

That statement was something that not only caught you off guard but also gave you a slight feeling of suffocation. You knew just how much effort Mirio had put into becoming a hero and seeing him so broken and…powerless, almost brought you to tears.

“Mirio, can you still walk?“

You told him to walk as far as his feet could carry him and take Eri with him.

“What about you…?“

He had stopped you right before you started running back where you came from. After taking a deep breath in order to calm your trembling voice down you turned around smiling.

“I’m just going to report back to Sir Nighteye and inform him that you’re…alright. I’ll be back, I promise!“

You avoided looking at his face as you started running back to the battlefield.

——

Mirio slowly opened his eyes. He wanted to get up, but a nurse was there to stop him. Not soon after he had woken up the doctor was called and the hero had to undergo a short routine examination.

“You may sit up, but I’d advise you to try and avoid any…unnecessary movement.”

The doctor exited the room, leaving Mirio with his countless thoughts and questions.

What happened with Overhaul? And what happened to Eri? Is she safe?

The second he started thinking about the mission, you immediately occupied his thoughts. He had completely forgotten that you weren’t by his side. That was actually something that rarely happened. Since the first day you had been in a relationship the two of you were inseparable, he was so used to you always being next to him, that he took it for granted.

“Mirio”

Aizawa was standing by the door with a gloomy look on his face, but then again that wasn’t anything new now was it? If it wasn’t anything new, then why was he getting more worried just by watching the teacher leaning on the doorframe?

With slow and heavy steps Aizawa closed the distance between the third-year and himself. He waited for a short while before he began speaking.

“Eri is safe. Some minutes after you had passed out, Fatgum found the two of you and brought you back to safety. Your mentor - Sir Nighteye was injured, but he is going to be alright since the injury wasn’t lethal.”

Mirio was a patient young man, but as of right now all he wanted to hear from Aizawa was where you were.

“A-And…(Y/N)? What about her?”

Judging by the slight change of attitude in the man next to Mirio, something had definitely happened to you. Your boyfriend was praying that it was nothing too serious or too life threatening, but he could’ve never been prepared enough for what he was told.

Since Eri and you shared a similar quirk, you had apparently offered yourself to Overhaul in exchange for the young girl and had even successfully persuaded him to take you.

After breaking the news to Mirio, Aizawa decided that he might need some time by himself so he left the room.

The young man buried his face in his hands and silently let his his tears fall down his cheeks, thinking about you.

The fact that his quirk was gone for now, appeared less important than it did some hours ago.

Your last smile that appeared so meaningless was now engraved into his memory.

He bit his lip until it began bleeding as he faced the window next to his bed.

“Why am I calling myself ‘Lemillion’ when I can’t even save the person who’s most precious to me?”

#bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha angst #mha angst #midoriya x reader #mirio x reader #━𝙱𝙽𝙷𝙰 #━𝙼𝙷𝙰 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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hcllisfm · 3 years ago

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HOLLIS OVERSEE, WALLFLOWER

❝ I became good at pretending. I became so good that after a while the lines blurred between my truth and fiction. And sometimes, when I did a really good job of pretending, I even fooled myself. ❞

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AESTHETICS

Hollis is an avid makeup wearer. He is no beauty guru but you will always catch him wearing eyeliner and dark eyeshadow (bright colors and glitter are for special occasions only) Think of him as a chic Jack Sparrow. It looks smudged but it takes time to perfect that look. Back home there isn’t a lot of vegetation so Hollis enjoys incorporating flowers and nature into his designs and his personal style. He can be seen wearing bright colors, though his fashion sense is not as costume-y as what the Capitol is used to he does tend to dress in a way that gets people to look at him. Skirts, dresses, jumpsuits, he doesn’t care as long as the clothes are telling a story.

He keeps his curly hair long and has a beard he tends to decorate if the outfit calls for it. REF

influences: Prince, Harry Styles, Cody Fern, Givenchy, Versace, John Galliano

( please bear with me since the gifs i will be using won’t reflect this and i’m very upset! )

BACKGROUND TW: death & bullying

You’ve always known what privilege is.

Your life on Eight was not perfect, but you had it much better than the other kids you went to school with. They made sure you knew that.

You lost your father at a young age, but your mother was a hard worker, so she made up for it. Every day after school you would find her at her little shop turning scraps and trash into beautiful garments that kept both of you fed and clothed. That was supposed to be it. You were a kid, maybe that’s why you didn’t understand. All you saw were pretty colors.

Those were the happiest days of your life. Even with your father gone, you cherish the memories of your mother teaching you the proper way to handle a needle deeply. Life was easy, simple. The pretty colors filled your days. It didn’t matter that no one wanted to play with you because at least you had her. Then the Capitol found you.

Well, they found your mother. You just came in a package deal.

You were so young you didn’t understand why her creations were so loved, why people seemed to fawn over every new piece she’d exhibit by the shop’s window. All you saw were colors, the textures. Your mother’s excitement confused you as well, because why would someone want to leave home? What about your father’s grave? You didn’t want to leave, but you loved your mother and you were barely eleven so you didn’t exactly have a choice.

You thought things would be different at the Capitol. The kids back home didn’t like you because you were lucky to be in a better position than them. Maybe now that your mother was part of the big leagues things would change. You never expected to be rejected again, this time because of where you came from. You begged to be able to return home, but your mother was on cloud nine and had stopped listening a long time ago.

Your only friends were the sewing kit you got when you were ten. You still have it, though it hasn’t been used for years. It’s a nice reminder of life back at Eight.

Even as you grew up and your mother and her shop became a staple of the Capitol, kids didn’t really pay attention to you. Maybe part of it was your fault too. You were quiet, preferring to observe them in an attempt to imitate them in hopes they’d accept you one day. That didn’t exactly happen, but it gave you something to do when you weren’t busy working for your mother.

Things started looking up when mother met Freesia. She’d stop by the shop every day, your mother the reason why she was there. Despite that, the woman would almost bring you a small gift. Sweets, drawings you’d later use to create a new outfit. Freesia knew that you were lonely and did their best to help with that. When she married your mother, you were the happiest you’d ever been.

Everything was perfect, but as you grew up, you noticed how the differences between your mother and her new wife were starting to affect their marriage.

Your mother seemed to be determined to forget all about her life back on Eight. In a way, you understood. She would go on and on about how wonderful life was in the Capitol, how they had blessed you with a chance to be someone else, someone better. And they saved you from the games too, which she would be eternally grateful for. As for you, even as an adult that is a source of guilt you can’t seem to shake off, especially now that you work for the very same terror you managed to avoid.

Freesia was the opposite. You didn’t notice it at first. It’s not until you grew up that you began to learn more about their beliefs. Every year during the games, Freesia’s usual jovial mood would change. She’d spend time alone in their studio, never telling anyone what they were working on. It frustrated your mother and there was nothing you could do except listen to her ranting.

When you were asked to join the games as a stylist, your mother was ecstatic. Freesia was the opposite. They weren’t upset but you could tell they were worried for you. That was what got her to open up to you and reveal what they really thought about your adoptive home. Then everything clicked.

The fights, the secrets. Your mother refusing to talk to the few friends Freesia had. It was almost ironic. There you were, living with with a Capitol born woman from a good family that rejected her own history and condemned their home, and a mother born on Eight that was desperate to forget her past and pretend the Capitol had always been her home. You moved soon after.

You still talk to both, of course. Despite her many flaws you love your mother, and Freesia is your biggest support system. She is good at helping you remain humble now that your budding fame as a stylist is keeping you busy. And maybe there is more to that. Maybe one in a while she shares her opinions with you and has managed to influence your thoughts. Not that you’d reveal what you really think.

With the climate being so heavy in Panem and people growing restless, you know it’s vital for you to follow your mother’s example and live your life pretending you finally feel like you belong. The Capitol seems to still have the upper hand, so you are in their corner, though Freesia’s arguments are good enough to make you consider leaning towards the other side.

Did the bullying leave a lasting effect on you? You want to say no, but you’d be kidding yourself. When people ask why you’re so quiet your only reply is to shrug and offer them a charming smile along with a compliment that will divert the conversation away from you. You mostly keep to yourself now that you’re older. It’s much easier than attempting to navigate the tempestuous waters of the Capitol, especially when you know how many enemies your stepmother has. So you keep your head down; learn and observe. You speak when spoken to, never allow yourself to say anything remotely controversial that could put your family at risk.

You’re a hard worker still, which has earned you enough leverage to be able to still have a place in high society. You’re not a top dog, but your talent cannot be ignored. Could you be bigger? Absolutely, but you’re content with what you have. You know very well what comes with notoriety and fear what could happen if people were to start looking into your personal life.

But, what scares you the most is the possibility of people seeing what’s behind your politeness, of ever finding out the inner turmoil you live with because you don’t know where you really belong. Or that you’re starting to agree more with Freesia than with your own mother.

#embersintro #abt

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rebelminxy · 5 years ago

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Santa Loves Pie

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1235

Warning: None except cute children moments and loving affection

Trope: Leaving Food for Santa

Rating: Teen

A/N: This was written for the @supernaturaltropecelebration Mini Christmas bang. It doesn’t correspond with the current events of the show, so please don’t chew me out because I mention two characters that shouldn’t be mentioned together at the same time, I beg. It's only for the fic and couldn’t help myself! :) And images used here are not mine. Found on Pinterest and Google so credit goes to their creators.

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“DADDY!!!”

You smiled as you saw your girls run towards Dean, wrapping their little arms and legs around his legs as he walked into the kitchen. He had gone out to the store to buy a few extra things for the current baking fiasco going on.

“Hey! What are my favorite bakers doing?” he chuckled as he struggled to reach the kitchen counter to drop off the paper bag in his arms.

“Mommy let us help make cookies,” replied your eldest daughter as she removed herself from her dad’s leg.

“And we gots to paint cookies!” exclaimed your youngest.

“Wow, will I get to see these painted cookies?” Dean asked as he kneeled down to the girl's level.

“They in the oven right now,” they answered in unison.

“Good,” he replied with a wide grin. “Now, why don’t you two go help Uncle Sammy, Auntie Eileen, and big brother Jack decorate the library? We need you two to make sure the tree is perfect.”

“YAY!” they screamed as they ran out the kitchen, still wearing their flour-coated aprons you had made a few weeks ago.

You chuckled at Dean as you finished the final touches on the apple pie you were making. You felt Dean wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder.

“Hmm, bet that’s gonna taste delicious once you’re done.”

“Mhm, but it’s not for you.”

“Who else here loves pie like me?” he questioned teasingly.

“The girls thought that maybe Santa enjoys pie just as much as Daddy does,” you giggled in response as he tickled your tummy. “Now stop before I ruin this beauty.”

“So, if this is meant for Santa….”

“I set up the Santa costume in the Dean Cave and locked the door to make sure the girls don’t see it. I really hope Santa enjoys the pie,” you teased as you turned in Dean’s arms, relishing the warmth he was emanating.

“Oh, I bet he will love that pie. I know I love your pies,” Dean smiled down at you as he pecked the tip of your nose.

“Now, be a good boy and put this pie in the oven since the cookies should be done,” you beamed as you turned to grab the pie and hand it to him. “And dinner will be ready in another hour so I suggest you go help the four out there with the decorations before Cass gets here.”

Dean chuckled deeply as he took the pie from you, moving to the ovens to take the cookies out to put the pie inside. He placed the tray of cookies on the kitchen counter right next to the already cooling first batch. He walked towards you and pulled you into his arms, placing a sweet and gentle kiss on your lips. Once he broke free from you, he smiled, caressing your flour-covered cheek.

“Love you and Merry Christmas, babe.”

“Love you too, and Merry Christmas.”

After dinner, Jack and the girls went to his room to watch Rudolph the Rednosed Reindeer while Cass joined them to see what the excitement was for a cartoon movie. Sam had taken Eileen to rest in their room, her second trimester being a little rough on her. It was just you and Dean in the Dean Cave, you laid across the couch, wrapped in a blanket with your head in his lap at you watched Die Hard, a Christmas tradition you both started after your move into the bunker. Even before Dean asked you to become his girlfriend, you both enjoyed watching the movie on Christmas, both sharing in agreement that it actually was a Christmas movie. Even when you were two months away from popping out your second baby after your marriage, you both couldn’t miss out on the set tradition.

And once the movie rolled its credits and Cass entered the room, the newest tradition was about to set in motion.

“The girls fell asleep in Jack’s room before the movie could end,” Cass told them as he sat across the room in the recliner.

“Jack needs help getting them to their room?” you asked as you were about to get up.

“No, he said it’s alright if they stay in his room. Plus, they are far enough to not hear Dean.”

“And, that’s my cue to get dressed!”

You giggled as you sat up, Dean getting up and heading to the closet. Inside was the Santa suit you had bought a few years ago as a joke. But after your first daughter’s curiosity involving Santa, the suit became a permanent member in the bunker.

“At least I won’t be the only one having to wear this thing soon,” Dean grunted as he got into the suit, not removing his clothes since the suit was huge.

“I mean, we may have to get Sam a whole new suit. He is too tall to fit into yours,” you replied as you wrap yourself in the blanket.

“Well, you and Eileen can handle that when the time comes,” he replied with a kiss on your forehead, putting on the beard and hat. “How’d I look?”

“Just like Jolly Saint Nick,” you responded with a giggle.

“Well, not really,” Cass interrupted. “By the images, I have seen everywhere, he has a round belly and red cheeks…”

“Alright we get it, Cass,” Dean replied in annoyance as he grabbed the velvet bag of gifts, throwing it over his shoulder. “Better had put that pie out because I plan on eating that whole thing.”

“Girls made me cut a piece out onto a plate, but it’s all yours babe.”

Dean walked out of the room with a huff, trying his best to walk quietly in the black boots. You got up from the couch and wrapped yourself tightly in the blanket.

“Let him know I went off to bed, baking and cooking took out all my energy.”

Cass nodded and gave you his typical kind smile.

“Have a good night Cass and Merry Christmas.”

“And a Merry Christmas to you, too.”

It was Christmas morning and you were waiting for the girls and Jack to finally wake up. Dean had made due with his promise about eating the entire pie, and you were thankful you had gotten a picture of it before since you didn’t want your hard work on the pie crust to disappear into his belly. Dean came into the library with two mugs of coffee in hand, handing one to you as he sat next to you. Sam and Eileen joined the both of you, sitting right across. Dean and Sam were in deep talk about a possible case and you were talking to Eileen about her pregnancy when Jack and the girls ran into the library, screaming for joy.

“PRESENTS!”

You laughed as they ran straight for the tree, Jack right behind them like the child he was. But your eldest looked over at the small table you had set up last night with the cookies, milk, and pie for Santa. She walked over and noticed the half-empty glass of milk, the few missing cookies and the empty pie pan and plate. She turned to look at you with wide eyes, the shock clear on her face.

“MOMMY! Santa ate all the pie!”

“Well, it looks like Santa loves pie just as much as Daddy does,” you replied with a wink and grin.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean x you #dean winchester x you #christmas fanfic #christmasmini #spntc #supernatural trope celebration

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mego42 · 5 years ago

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best of brio hitlist: 1x09

G O D I forgot how good this episode is. It has it all: comedy, drama, feeeeeeeelings, superb editing, top notch soundtrack choices, ridiculous misunderstandings that could’ve been cleared up with a 45-second conversation and saved everyone involved a lot of trouble.

It’s also funny jumping to it straight from 1x06 because I can confirm, Beth and Rio’s proximal intelligence has noticeably dropped. The war for the brain cell is beginning.

Since when does the Boland back yard include a gigantic playhouse I stfg that wasn’t there for whatshisface’s birthday like 3 episodes ago does this house exist in a wormhole is it a tardis I understand nothing

Annie: 😢 Eddie likes Mexican food

Ruby: We are crossing a li—

Beth: Cross it, I’m too pretty for jail

Number of flannels Annie wears this ep: 1

Number of girlfriends Annie has this ep: 0

🙃

I will forgive them however for the delightful I live here/kinda, it’s my house/kinda exchange in which Annie roasts Dean without even trying

I don’t really have much to say about this Rio scene beyond I am v sad that he has traded in his hoodies and honestly it’s no wonder he fires them later after this embarrassing do we or don’t we have a problem display

UGH GOD THE HILLS AND NELLY ARE THE TRUE SHOW OTP what cuties what perfection I love them so gd much

“If a bug has six legs it’s?” “Disgusting” Annie says, staring Dean down

S1!!!!!!! WAS!!!!!!!!! GOD TIER!!!!!!!!!!!

Violently detest the way Beth goes all gooey at Dean believing she’ll have a stash too it’s obscene and I reject it

“You’re starting to forget” “I’m not” “Then you’re starting to forgive him which is way worse”

ANNIE IS RIGHT AND SHE SHOULD SAY IT

“No? But it’s hot in here”

The way Reno delivers that line kills me every!!! single!!!! time!!!!!

I say every single time bc every time I watch this ep I rewatch the stoned Stan and Ruby scenes at least 11 times

Including this time

We have had two pooping Annie moments this episode and I don’t understand why or what it means

“For most people it’s 91%” “For you it was zero”

AN UNDERRATED GEM Retta’s delivery is 😘👌

UGH I LOVE THE TRUCK MONTAGE SO MUCH!!!!! The struts!!! The soundtrack!!! The editing!!!!! It’s so fun????!!!!?? The three trucks is absolutely ridiculous and you know they thought they were the shit for coming up with it

And then the cop pulling up behind Beth???? The way the music transitions?????????? I feel it in my stomach every time

OH GOD AND THEN BETH GIVING THEM A RUN DOWN OF HER KIDS LIVES SO RUBY AND ANNIE CAN TAKE CARE OF THEM

(Dean is literally worthless)

Beth: I’m probably going to jail so if I only leave you with one thing, just know that my husband sucks

I like that Rio pops his collar as he walks into the break-up scene

I know it’s probably the show’s increasingly sad and despondent attempts to acknowledge that Detroit has weather, but I like to also thing he’s doing it for The Aesthetic and his version of Beth adjusting her coat to show off her cleavage in 309

OOOOOFFF the keys

Gnnnyyyuugghhhh h a n d

E L I Z A B E T H

Serious question: did anyone at any point actually think the Rio was a threat here? I can’t tell how much it’s my shipping goggles welded to my face and how much I’m supposed to be reading it as Beth as leaping to justified but still unfounded conclusions but I’ve never actually thought that Rio actually would’ve killed the girls to tie up a loose end at this point

You know, if that is actually true and he weren’t so hellbent on being infuriating and mysterious and he’d told her one way or another, he could’ve saved himself a world of shit

COMMUNICATION WHAT A CONCEPT

“He just looked at me funny”

On the other hand, oh my god, honestly Beth????

The Blanket Me montage remains the best musical montage on the entire show

I cannot tell you how many times I’ve listened to this song since I first saw this scene

I am absolutely fcking feral for the juxtaposition of the lyrics and the calendar Beth’s making and the fact that it’s pinterested tf out

ABSOLUTELY FCKING FERAL

If Ruby and “I mean….how was it??” is my favorite show moment than this is my second favorite

I can’t even fully explain why I love it so much it just gets me right in my soft spot

AND ANNIE FILLING UP BEN’S VOICEMAIL

(I love annie and gregg so much I can’t help it I am who I am, their banter is unparalleled)

RUBY AND STAN AND THE CALL

In all seriousness, s1 really is god tier, the poignancy of these scenes is a lot

Also the costuming, Ruby’s white coat is 😍

who is this random older girl child who are the Boland kids I don’t understand this house or family at all and it haunts me

Beth’s good guys speech as much sense as Rio’s flipping my game speech

Disappointed in Ruby and Annie for eventually pretending they get it

Turning Rio in has nothing to do with good guys and bad guys and has everything to do about Beth being scared bc she came to a conclusion that may or may not have been based in anything

(Don’t get me wrong, if Rio wasn’t a threat to her he 100000% should have told her that and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a threat or hadn’t decided if he was or wasn’t yet)

(But like, he looked at me funny????????? Not a good enough reason to blow up someone’s life)

See my 1x06 note about Beth being the product of her teacher

My main takeaway from this episode is this is the show at its best, this entire ep was superbly put together. It def makes my top 10 list, possibly top 5

#best of brio hitlist #s1 was god tier #this episode is god tier #i love it SO! MUCH!#no hoodie!rio though alas the streak is broken #nbc good girls #shut up meg #1x09

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bobasheebaby · 5 years ago

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Costume Face-off (NSFW)

Pairing: Bastien x Olivia; Liam x Ellie

Word count: 3,284

Warnings: smut, Bastien’s abs

Summary: Beaumont Bash Halloween party and a couples costume bet...

A/N: @stopforamoment sent me the bottom center picture last year and said Baslivia, I promised her and a year later I have fulfilled said promise. I played around with the “prompt” a little. Thanks to @sirbeepsalot for graping and prereading. This is set in the future, 15 months from the beginning, 11 months from opening up about their relationship. Pic # 3 belongs to @metalslimer and @sintwisted, all pictures found on google.

“Ohmygod, look at that one!” Ellie exclaimed as she scrolled through Pinterest with Olivia.

Olivia rolled her emerald eyes. “That’s nothing.”

“Yea, Okay Liv, but we both know we’d never get the guys to agree to something like this. She kept scrolling through. “I mean they are fun, Mario and Princess Peach, Oh. My. God! Look at Jessica and Roger Rabbit!” She scrolled down further, blue eyes going wide. “I take it back! This Roger Rabbit and Jessica, look at her she’s freaking ripped! How the hell did these women talk these men into their costumes?!” Olivia arched her brow knowingly. “Ummm yea, that, but really that won’t here.” She pointed at a picture of seven guys all dressed as different Disney Princesses. “I mean…”

“You underestimate yourself if you don’t think you could get Liam in one of these.”

“Okay Liv, you really could get Bastien to agree to something like this.”

“I could, and I guarantee it would blow anything you and Liam came up with out of the water.”

“Of course you would make it a bet.”

“Does that mean you don’t accept the challenge?”

“Oh no, you’re on, best gender swap costume wins, the loser has to wear the losing costume to brunch the next morning and pay.”

“You’re on, and so going down. A Nevrakis never loses.”

Olivia pulled her long crimson hair back into a low bun, her eyes trailing down the rest of her costume in the bathroom mirror. Perfect. She smirked at her reflection, as she gently brushed her hand over the small bump visible in her tight white v neck. She turned to look at the shirt she discarded, still hanging on the hanger. No more crop tops for now. She grabbed her belt, adding the final touch. “You might want to cover your ears, Papa isn’t gonna be thrilled when he sees his costume.” As if on cue she heard the door to their suite open and shut. Even retired, he refused to give up on security, always double checking to ensure everything was secure. “Your costume is on the bed.” She gave herself one last cursory glance, straightening her black vest, before exiting the en-suite.

She stifled a chuckle as she saw him standing at the end of the bed holding the thin maroon material in his hand. She knew this wasn’t what he was expecting when she suggested they go as Han Solo and Slave Leia, she was certain of that by the way he had said yes before the entire suggestion left her lips. She was sure he had visions of her dressed in the barely there bikini, while he was a dashing Han Solo. Think again, I have a bet to win.

Bastien turned, a perplexed look on his face. “What’s this?”

“Your costume, like I said.”

“Livvy, you can’t actually expect me to wear this.” He looked up, eyes slowly trailing up her body. He took in her black knee high boots, skin tight blue jeans, white v neck, black vest. She isn’t kidding. “I can’t wear this.” He shook his head in dismay. There isn’t enough fabric to cover me.

She smirked as she crossed the room to him. “Sure you can.” She unbuttoned his dress shirt. “You certainly have the body for it.” She traced her hands down his firm chest and impressive twelve pack for emphasis.

He shivered under her touch. Don’t give in. “This won’t conceal much, if anything.” He held up the sheer maroon loin cloth.

“Relax, I got you a banana hammock.” She gestured to the small flesh colored material on the bed, sitting next to his collar and chain.

He looked at the barely there undergarment that more resembled dental floss than actual underwear with a grimace. Banana hammock? It’s a g-string! He knew she was only calling the flesh colored scrap of fabric by that name as a means to tease him for his dislike of bananas.

She teased her finger along the waistband of his pants, smiling as he sucked in a sharp breath. “I don’t beg...” Her fingers undid his buckle. “...but I’d be willing to get on my knees.” She winked, pulling down his zipper. She sank to the floor, settling on her knees before she pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, releasing his half hard cock.

He groaned as she wrapped her hand around his length, pumping it in slow, smooth strokes. She smiled as she watched him react to her ministrations, his cock becoming fully hard in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be the hottest Leia they’ve ever seen.” She continued to slide her slender hand up and down his thick shaft, feeling heat pool in her core. Later. “You have such a spectacular body; it would be a shame to not show it off.”

“You’re just saying that to get me to…” His words trailed off as she wrapped her plush red lips around his swollen head. His hand gripped the back of her head, steely eyes locked on emerald as he gently bucked into her mouth. “Fuck Livvy.”

She bobbed her head up and down his length, her tongue swirling around his shaft. She gripped his firm buttock with her other hand, giving it a hard squeeze.

He moaned, one of the things he fell in love with was her ability to take charge. He watched as his thick length disappeared into her mouth again and again. His mind swirled; he knew the second he saw his costume he didn’t really have a choice. She doesn’t play fair.

God she’s a goddess with her mouth. He felt his balls tighten and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Livvy.”

She nodded her head, her hand cupping his balls, rolling them in her hand. She hollowed her cheeks, creating suction as she increased her pace.

He fisted her bun as he bucked into her mouth. His eyes remained locked on hers as he came with a groan, spilling down her throat. He softened the hold on her hair as he watched her swallow every drop.

Olivia eased up her pace, gently licking his softening cock clean before releasing it from her mouth. She rose to her feet, wiping the corners of her mouth. “I still think you can pull it off.”

“It was never a question of could… it was more should.”

“You should always show off your impressive physique.”

Bastien laughed shaking his head. God I love this woman.

“So you’ll wear it?”

He looked at the costume in question, knowing it was too late to change costumes. “It’s not like I have another option.”

“Very true.”

“You know you didn’t have to…”

“I know.” She smiled trailing her hand down his bare chest. “I could help you make sure everything is put away.” She licked her lips suggestively.

He forced himself to focus on anything other than her soft hands ‘helping’ him conceal himself in the small undergarment. He knew what would happen the instant her hands were on his body again. God she’s more insatiable than ever. “Thank you for the offer, but we both know that we’ll never leave the room if you do.”

She bit her lip as she hummed her agreement. “You’re absolutely correct.” Her heated gaze scanned his chest, taking in the toned tanned muscle covered in dark chest hair. She felt the heat in her grow. “Go get dressed before I change my mind about going to the party.”

He chuckled as he picked up the small pieces of his costume. He’d much rather stay in the room all night wrapped in her arms, but if he knew one thing about his wife, it was she chose this costume for a reason, one he wouldn’t find out if they were a tangle of sweaty limbs all night. I’ll just have to persuade her to come back early.

Olivia nervously toyed with her rings with the pad of her thumb. Large cushion cut emerald and simple platinum band, the perfect mix of him and her, past and present. She smiled as he squeezed her right hand in his, his ability to understand her only growing over the course of their relationship.

“Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m a Nevrakis, we don’t get nervous.” Her voice falling flat, belying her feelings. She turned to look at him. “So few know…” Her hand grazed her visible bump.

“No one will notice, they will be stunned speechless by my costume.”

Olivia chuckled. “Blinded by your impressive abs.” She’d picked the costume before finding out, now she was even more glad she went so extreme to show Ellie and Liam up. Her emerald eyes scanned the front room as they descended the grand staircase. Now where are Ellie and Liam so we can win this bet?

She slipped her hand from his, sliding it around to his backside giving it a hard squeeze as they weaved through the crowd. He removed her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. “If you keep that up, we will have a wardrobe malfunction on our hands.”

“I’d rather not make Adelaide’s night, I’ll behave.” For now.

Adelaide bit her lip as Bastien caught her eye. She allowed her gaze to shamelessly roam his exposed form, her eyes slowly raked down his sculpted chest and abs. What I wouldn’t give to lick them. She shivered slightly as she allowed herself to imagine his chest hair brushing against her erect nipples as she ravished him. Why do all the young men of Cordonia believe a woman wants a smooth chest? A real woman wants a real man; rugged, buff, with hair on his chest. She tilted her head slightly to the side as she reached the sheer maroon fabric. Covered, what a pity. She licked her thin lips as she allowed her mind to wander. She could tell by the barely concealed bulge that he would be a sight to behold. Is it all length or does he have girth too? A shiver ran down her spine as she allowed herself to imagine his large hands manhandling her. She shook her head sadly before draining her glass of champagne. Another opportunity missed. She turned going off in search of another glass of champagne, there was no point in trying to speak to him, she knew Olivia had her claws in far too deep to let him venture off alone looking like that.

Drake’s chestnut eyes went wide and he quickly averted his gaze as Bastien and Olivia joined them. He nervously cleared his throat as he struggled to erase the image of Bastien from his mind. “I love you Bas, but I didn’t need to see so much of you.”

“Admit it Walker, you're just jealous you won't look this good in a decade.” Olivia looked Drake up and down, fighting back a chortle at his stay puff marshmallow costume. “Or ever.”

Drake went to run his hand through his hair forgetting the ridiculous hat on his head. Stupid costume! Next time I’m not letting Ellie pick what I dress as.

"Drake, it's no different than when we do laps."

"Really Bas? It’s a huge difference. I mean that's a speedo. This is…” His words trailed off as he reluctantly looked over Bastien’s costume. “I don't know what it is, but it’s not a speedo!"

“Drake, it really is no different.” Ellie stated. “I’m impressed Liv, getting Bas to show off his impressive form, he will be the talk of court for weeks to come.”

“Excuse me my queen?” Liam asked looping his arm around her waist.

“Relax Li, I’m just saying he has an impressive body and I’ve noticed several party goers checking him out as well.”

Olivia smiled, Ellie and Liam’s costume was so perfectly them, but she and Bastien had clearly won. Ellie wore a royal blue waistcoat, cut low almost like a corset and trimmed in gold. Her black locks were mostly down with two pigtails at the front of her head twisted to form horns, she wore minimal face paint, just a nose and a bit of lines to give the appearance of fur, but not too much as to conceal her identity. She nearly laughed at Liam’s long wavy wig. Instead of a dress he’d opted for a gold tailcoat and matching pants, complete with ruffles at the sleeves and collar. Both costumes were well made, clearly professionally made just for the royal couple, yet the idea wasn’t inventive enough. “Liam, I assure you, you have nothing to worry about, your queen only has eyes for you. But I just need to know, what do you think of Bastien’s costume?”

Liam easily slipped into his kingly persona. “Your concept is certainly... forward thinking”

Ellie and Olivia snorted at his polite answer. Even among friends he found it hard to be harsh.

Maxwell danced up to his friends, Olivia lost it at the sight of his gold lamé parachute pants, airbrushed tee and red, white, and blue jacket, topped off with thick gold chain. “Dare I ask who you’re supposed to be Maxwell?”

Maxwell clutched his hand to his chest as he feigned hurt. “Olivia, how could you not recognize Vanilla Ice?” She raised her brow in question. “He’s a rapper, you know ‘ice ice baby. He’s from the nineties...” He trailed off as his brilliant blue eyes fell on Bastien. “Be honest, do you think I could pull that off? I think I could pull it off.” Maxwell rambled to himself. “OMG WE CAN BE TWINS NEXT TIME!" He screamed excitedly.

The group erupted in laughter.

“It’s not that funny guys.” Maxwell pouted deflating ever so slightly.

“Lord Maxwell, I wanted to thank you for implementing the no mask or full face paint rule for costumes.” Bastien said, glancing at the nearby faces.

Maxwell nodded, he’d originally been upset by Bastien suggestion. He soon remembered how badly he’d taken finding out Justin wasn’t who he thought, especially after getting in trouble with Ellie for the cronut incident.

“Bas, you no longer have to use formalities, we are all friends here.” Liam stated.

“Sorry sir, force of habit.” Bastien replied to a chorus of new laughter.

Savannah rolled her eyes as Bastien and Olivia joined their group. Could she have picked a tackier costume? “Olivia, for a woman who was born into nobility and raised in the palace, you sure lack taste.” She wrinkled her nose at Bastien’s costume. “As Duke and Duchess shouldn’t you have less revealing costumes?” If you could call it that. I’ve seen more fabric on Penelope’s poodles.

“I have more taste in my pinky finger than you have in your entire body. You’re just jealous that your husband couldn’t pull this costume off in a hundred years.”

Savannah eyed Olivia up and down, eyes widening slightly as she opened her mouth to speak.

Oh no bitch, you don’t get to announce it. “You want to talk about taste and class, yet we both know you have none. Why else would you run off to another country when the father of your child turned you down?”

Savannah gaped at Olivia, stunned speechless by her words.

“You may have married a Duke and gained a title, but I assure you, you’ll never be worthy of the title you bear. I mean, all it took was a ring and you forgot everyone who was there for you.”

Savannah felt steam leave her ears. “What is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means your guest list seemed to be missing a key person in your life growing up. But I guess since you take after your mother that’s to be expected.”

“I seem to remember your own guest list forgetting a house.”

Olivia feigned a frown. She didn’t forget, maybe it was petty but she knew Savannah would feel slighted the way Bastien had. “I distinctly remember extending an invitation to every house. I even believe I sent two separate invitations to Ramsford.”

Savannah seethed, her hands curled into fists. “Lord and Duke of Ramsford, what about the Duchess?”

“Oh dear, must have slipped my mind like a certain invitation slipped yours. Not that it stopped you from showing. Bertrand really does need to revisit etiquette lessons with you; it’s very rude to show up to an event uninvited.”

“It’s not like you didn’t have enough food.”

“That’s because a good hostess is always prepared, even for the uninvited guest that may show up.” Olivia smirked at Savannah’s obvious anger. “But really I’m not sure what Bertrand was thinking when he married you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Savannah growled, she was sick of Olivia’s attitude towards her, she’d put up with it all her life, not anymore.

“I mean, after the stunt you pulled leaving the country with his child, taking money from his house, that the last thing he should have given you was a ring and a title. If it had been me I would have taken custody of the child.”

Savannah took a step forward. She’d spent her entire life trying to live up to the other nobles, now she was one, she refused to allow Olivia to disrespect her in her own house.

“Savannah!” Bertrand grabbed Savannah by the wrist, pulling her back to his side. “You will not attack a member of one of the oldest houses and tarnish the House of Beaumont.”

Savannah let out an annoyed scream. Of course he’s more worried about the status of the family than his own wife. “Fine.” She straightened, hands brushing the sides of her plain blue regency inspired costume. She spun before she stalked off, steam leaving her ears.

Neville felt his face grow hot with rage. The indignity! He straightened the jacket of his perfect recreation of his ancestral costume, the very first Earl of Cormery Isle, a man to be feared and respected. He’d stood idly by long enough watching nobles of so called higher houses make a mockery of his country by choosing so called love over duty to country and picking commoners.

He stalked up to the small group, his dark eyes alight with anger. “Duchess Olivia.” He sneered. “You and your husband,” the word fell from his tongue like acid, “are making a mockery of this party.”

Of course he would find himself important enough to interrupt his betters. “There are horses inside, I guarantee you this party was a ‘mockery’ well before it started.” Olivia turned her back towards Neville, signifying she was done speaking to him.

Bastien wrapped his arm around her back. “She means no offense Maxwell.”

Maxwell bounced on the balls of his feet like a small excitable child. “It wouldn’t be a Beaumont Bash if it weren’t a mockery.” He turned to the party, raising his hands in the air. “Let the revelry continue!”

Olivia rolled her eyes as Maxwell danced away being swallowed into the screaming crowd. She turned to Bastien, standing on her tiptoes to reach his ear, she ran her hand up and down his arm, her hot breath fanning against his neck as she spoke. “We’ve been thoroughly seen and you’ve been ogled by more than half the people here. Let’s get back to our room.”

He took her hand in his, eager to get out of the costume. He still had one question, one that he had hoped to have had answered over the course of the night. “Why this costume?”

“There may have been a bet but, don’t worry, we won.”

A bet?! His eyes went wide at her admission. “You soo owe me.”

“Don’t worry, there might be a small gold bikini waiting for you in Lythikos…”

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Skeleton Shindig

Kae & Sav’s Spooky Special | Masterlist

Warnings: Alcohol use, drunken shenanigans, one really bad pun, a brief confrontation

Word Count: 7173

Authors’ Note: This chapter is pretty long, I know, but there were a lot of little details we wanted to include. Regardless, we hope you enjoy the chapter! :) (picture credit)

Tyler’s POV

I finished emptying a bag of chips into a brightly colored bowl and set it in the middle of the counter among the rest of the snacks. My entire morning had been spent making spooky DIY snacks from recipes that Y/N, Josh, and I had collected off of Pinterest. Overall, I was pretty pleased with how everything had turned out, although what everyone else would think had yet to be determined.

My phone buzzed against the counter while I was throwing the chip bag into the trash. I hummed quietly as I wandered over to it and picked it up, scrolling through what messages I had missed. Similar to the morning before, Josh and Y/N had already started some conversation between themselves.

Y/N: what costumes are you dudes wearing tonight? i can’t decide :/

Josh: i haven’t decided on anything yet. i was thinking we could do a trio costume or something.

Y/N: a trio costume! that’s a great idea :)

By the time I was caught up with their messages, a plan had already formulated in my head. If I played my cards right, I could get Josh and Y/N into a couple’s costume without them even knowing. While it may not get them to admit their feelings, it definitely had the potential to give them a shove in the right direction.

Tyler: hey! what if we do the skeleton onesies from a couple years ago? comfortable, easy, and it doesn’t require buying anything new

Unbeknownst to them, I already had my own costume ready to go, completely separate from the old skeleton onesie. I tapped my foot impatiently against the wood floors, waiting for their replies. If one of them wasn’t totally on board with the idea, then I would have to do some serious convincing to make sure they ended up following through.

Y/N: ooh, why didn’t i think of that? that’s perfect! you in, josh?

Josh: yeah, i’m in!

I smiled, giving my fist a little shake of success. Now all I had to worry about was getting them to my house without either of them changing their minds or figuring out my master plan. Thankfully, that was a problem for later. Right now, my top priority was finishing all the decorations for the party.

That, and figuring out the next step of my plan.

* * *

A door towards the back of the house creaked as I was hanging some fake cobwebs over the fireplace. I immediately stopped what I was doing and listened, waiting to see if the noise would repeat itself. My doors were always locked at all hours of the day and as far as I knew, there shouldn’t be anyone at my house today until the party started. Deciding that it had probably been a sound effect from the music I had playing, I brushed it off and went back to decorating.

There was another sound a short time later, although this time it sounded more like my floors creaking than it did a door opening. Now a bit more paranoid than I was before, I set my decorations down on the mantle and walked into the kitchen where my phone was sitting. While there was still a chance it could be the music playing over the speaker system, something about the proximity of the sound gave me a feeling that it wasn’t. Once the music was off, I slowly crept towards the hall closet where I kept a baseball bat for situations like this.

With the bat in my hands, and my nerves somewhat calmed now that I had something to protect myself, I started to creep towards the source of the noise. I wanted to believe that I had worked myself up over nothing because of it being the day before Halloween and all, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, or something, was in my house.

Just as I was about to round the corner in the hallway, someone jumped out from behind the wall and scared me. I registered the bright red hair just in time to stop the bat mid-swing and avoid knocking Josh out cold.

“What the hell?” I said, bringing a hand to my chest. “How did you get in here?”

“I used my spare key to get in the back door and scare you,” Josh grinned. “Did it work?”

“Work? Josh, I nearly knocked you out cold.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

He gave me a pat on the shoulder as he walked down the hall. I took another moment to compose myself before joining him.

“Where should I put my bag? The guest room?” he called from the kitchen.

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

After some discussion, we decided that Y/N and Josh should spend the night at my place so that we could get an early start on our ghost hunting trip tomorrow. It was the grand finale of what Y/N had deemed our “Spooky Extravaganza” in order to celebrate Halloween this year. This was also the reason I had been talked into throwing a Halloween party.

While Josh put his things away, I wandered back into the living room to finish putting up decorations. There were only a few final touches and some food that needed to be laid out before the house was ready for tonight.

“Where’s your costume?” Josh asked as he wandered back into the living room.

My eyes went wide, but thankfully my back was to Josh so he wasn’t able to see my surprise. I quickly thought of a lie that I hoped would be believable.

“I haven’t put it on yet. I, uh, didn’t want it to get sweaty while I was decorating.”

“You’ve been hard at work, huh?” he laughed, a sign he had bought the lie.

“Yeah. Decorating is tough.”

“Do you need any help?”

I stepped down from the fireplace and glanced around the room, looking for anything that seemed out of place or under-decorated. If I was being honest, I was pretty impressed with the job that I had done on my own.

“I think I just have to get some more food ready, if you want to come help with that.”

“Sure.”

“How have you been since we last saw each other?” I asked as I began to grab food from the fridge.

“I’ve been ok. Mostly just sleeping, you know?”

“You mean you didn’t stay up until three talking to Y/N again?”

“No, not last night. They were tired and I wanted to let them sleep,” he said, barely containing a shy smile.

“Shocking.”

“Hey, not all of us fell asleep ten minutes into the movie last night.”

“I was exhausted! Being around two people who are clearly in love with one another but won’t admit it all day is tiring.”

“Shut up. We are not in love with one another.”

“Sure, Josh.”

“Although…” he trailed off.

I looked up from the platter that I was working on and raised my eyebrows at him. “Although?”

He reached up and rubbed at his neck, “Well, last night, when we were watching the movie… I got scared at one point and Y/N kind of… grabbed my hand, I guess? And held it for the rest of the movie.”

I took the dish towel that I had thrown over my shoulder and dramatically tossed it down on to the counter before resting my hands against its edge.

“Tell me again why you don’t think they feel the same?” I said.

“It didn’t mean anything,” he shrugged. “I don’t even know why I brought it up. They were just trying to comfort me because they know I don’t like scary movies. Y/N is way out of my league, anyway. It’s not going to happen.”

“Josh. Did you hear what you said to me? About them holding your hand?”

“Yes, and I told you that they were just being comforting.”

I sighed and pushed a hand through my hair. Though I was trying to hide my exasperation, I could tell that Josh knew I was frustrated with him.

“Listen, we have the party tonight and ghost hunting tomorrow. There’s going to be plenty of opportunities for you to hint at your feelings for Y/N. I’m not saying you have to admit anything, but can you at least try to be a little flirty?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know how.”

“It’s easy! Look, just watch me do it.”

Josh watched in confusion as I wandered over to the freezer. Inside were a number of rubber gloves that I filled with water the night before and left in there to freeze so that I could use them in punch at the party. I grabbed one of them and carried it back over to Josh.

“See, right here we have Y/N’s hand,” I said, gesturing to the glove. “Now, stay with me, Josh, say you two are walking, ok?”

Josh answered with a hesitant, “Ok.”

I started to mimic walking, making sure to swing the glove back and forth for added effect. “Ok, so you’re at the party or looking out for ghosts. All you need to do is turn your body a little and let your fingers gently brush against theirs.” I demonstrated. “Now this is the important part. If they turn their hand to catch yours when it swings back, then you know you’re in. If they don’t, then you pretend it was an accident and move on.”

“And how do you know this is going to work?”

I sighed as I started to peel the glove away so I could properly add it to the punch, “I don’t, but you’re never going to know if you don’t take a chance. Whether you think Y/N shares your feelings or not, you can’t deny that the two of you have a deep bond. I don’t want to see you pass that up because you’re scared, alright?”

Josh rubbed at the side of his face. “You’re right. I’m trying to make a move, I really am. I just get so nervous around them. Like, when they smile? And the whole room just lights up? It gives me butterflies every time and then I forget what I was trying to say because everything else fades out and I can’t do anything but smile like an idiot.”

“And that’s exactly why you need to pursue this. I’ve never seen you this in love with somebody. Y/N is special, Josh. Don’t lose that.”

“I know,” he said, snapping himself out of his lovesick daze. “Trust me, I know. Speaking of Y/N, when are they getting here?”

I checked the time on the stove. “Anytime now, although they did text and say traffic was worse than usual.”

“More time for me to amp myself up, I guess.”

“Exactly,” I grinned.

* * *

Your POV

You admired Tyler’s skeleton pumpkin as you walked up to his front door. Despite the mishap with Tyler cutting his finger, he still managed to end up with a decent looking pumpkin, It looked nice among the other decorations that he had taken the time to hang up outside his house, most of which were other skeletons.

You adjusted your backpack a little before knocking on the door. Josh opened it almost immediately, a bright smile on his face. You returned it as you stepped inside the house and kicked your shoes off by the door.

“Hey,” Josh smiled.

“Hi, how’s it going?”

“Great. I like your costume, by the way.”

“Thanks, I like yours too,” you giggled.

“You two wasted no time getting friendly,” Tyler said, arms crossed as he slowly wandered in your direction.

“I’d get friendly with you too if you actually had your costume on,” you retorted.

“I didn’t want to get it sweaty while I was decorating! I’ll put it on when people start getting here.”

“It looks amazing in here, by the way.” You took a moment to look around at all the decorations. “You really outdid yourself.”

“Thanks. I know you were really excited about this Halloween party, so I wanted to make sure it lived up to your spooky standards.”

“You definitely met them.”

“When is everyone else getting here?” Josh asked.

“Fifteen minutes or so. At least, that’s when they’re supposed to show up.”

“Are you going to get changed, Ty?” you chimed in.

“I will! I will.”

“We need to all match!”

You could have sworn you saw a smirk pass over Tyler’s face, but you decided to brush it off. He probably just had some crazy plan to scare everyone at the party later which, while concerning, was not something that you needed to immediately deal with.

“Also, where should I put my stuff?” you asked.

“The guest room is fine.”

“Ok.”

While the boys wandered off to the kitchen, you went down the hall to drop your belongings in the guest bedroom. You had always liked Tyler’s house; something about it being near the woods on the outskirts of Columbus had always comforted you and made it feel like a second home to you. Maybe it was the fact that the boys were always around when you were at Tyler’s too.

The boys were whispering hurriedly when you walked into the kitchen, but quickly stopped once they took notice of your presence. You simply smiled and took a seat in one of the stools next to Josh.

“This food looks really cool, Ty. You nailed the DIYs,” you said, admiring some oreo spiders he had made.

“Thanks. You should have seen me when I was working this morning,” he laughed. “The kitchen was a complete disaster of half-finished projects for a while.”

“I can only imagine.”

“Oh, I should probably go get dressed before people start showing up. Feel free to play darts or something while you wait. Just make sure not to get covered in paint.”

Tyler grinned at the two of you before disappearing down the hall. Josh was quiet for a moment before he turned to you. “Darts?”

“Sure.”

You got up and followed Josh into the dining room where Tyler had set up a game of what he and Josh had deemed “Spooky Darts”. A selection of water balloons were currently pinned to the wall, each full of red paint. Behind them was white paper, so that when the balloons popped, it would end up looking like blood splatter. You still remembered the proud look on the boys’ faces when they came up with it.

“You want to throw first?” Josh asked, holding a dart out to you.

“You know I’m not good at darts,” you laughed. “But I can try.”

“I can always help you, if you need it.”

You swallowed hard, unsure if you should take Josh up on the offer. Maybe you could really mess up this throw so you had an excuse to ask him for help the next time around. Yeah, that was definitely an idea you could get behind.

You tossed the dart at the makeshift dartboard, but ended up missing and nearly hitting the wall beside it. Your hand flew to your mouth to cover a gasp, but it quickly turned to laughter as you turned and saw the look on Josh’s face. He was smiling widely as he twirled his own dart in his fingers.

“This doesn’t even feel fair,” he laughed.

“I tried!”

“Here, let the professional show you how it’s done.”

You watched with crossed arms as Josh lined up a shot and tossed a dart at the wall, easily hitting one of the balloons and popping it. He turned to you with a proud smirk, making you shake your head.

“Alright, Mr. Professional, why don’t you help me out then?”

“Gladly.”

Josh wasted no time in stepping closer to you and wrapping his hand over yours, helping you hold the dart in what he insisted was the “correct” position. You tried to pay more attention than you had when he was explaining backflips yesterday, although a game of darts definitely had a lot less risk involved. Before you knew it, he was helping you toss a dart directly into a balloon at the other end of the room.

“See? That easy.”

“I guess you just teach me something new every day,” you smiled.

Josh bit down on his lip and turned away from you, probably in some attempt to hide the blush on his cheeks. You wanted to tease him about it, but decided that was a bad idea when there was a good chance you looked just as flustered as him. Instead, you wandered towards the balloons to pick up your darts. Unfortunately for you, Josh had other plans.

Just as you had collected your second dart, a balloon popped near your head and splattered paint in your direction. You had just enough time to register what was happening and jump back to avoid getting paint over the majority of your clothes, but you still felt a few splatters cover your cheeks.

“Josh!” you squealed, but it quickly turned to laughter. “What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t!” he joined your laughter. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“You’re going to pay for that!”

Without a moment of hesitation, you swiped your finger through a particularly large glob of paint and started to run after Josh. He tried his best to dodge you, but, not wanting to ruin Tyler’s carefully placed decorations, ended up backed into a corner. With a satisfied smile, you reached up and drew a line of red paint right down Josh’s nose.

“Ok, I think that’s deserved,” he laughed.

You hadn’t initially realized you were pressed up against him until he started to laugh and you felt the movement of his chest against your own. Every point of contact was immediately on fire and you quickly took a step back, not wanting to make things uncomfortable. Before either of you had a chance to say anything, Tyler finally emerged from his bedroom, wearing something that definitely wasn’t the skeleton onesie the three of you had agreed on.

“What do you think of my costume?” he… well, you weren’t entirely sure what expression he was making. He currently had a sheet thrown over his head, complete with uneven cut out eye holes and drawn on fangs. Around his neck was a classic vampire cape that flowed out behind him.

“Are you a… vampire ghost?” you asked.

“Exactly. I couldn’t decide which one I wanted to be, so I figured why not both?”

“Isn’t that, you know, not possible?” Josh added. “Since they’re both undead?”

Tyler sighed dramatically, “Because every other Halloween costume is so realistic.”

“Besides, what happened to our trio costume?” you frowned.

“Yeah, now it just looks like Y/N and I did a couple’s costume.”

A lightbulb immediately went off in your head. There had never been a trio costume in the first place.

“I wanted to stand out because I’m the host! Not to mention that the two of you make such a cute couple, I didn’t want to intrude on that.” You didn’t have to see Tyler’s face to know that there was a huge smirk plastered on it. “Also what did I say about you two getting dirty? You both have red paint all over your faces.”

“Yeah, I’m going to go get cleaned up,” you sighed.

You brushed past Tyler, making sure to give his shoulder a little bump, as you made your way to the bathroom. As soon as the door was shut behind you, you leaned against it and took a deep breath. Everything was fine, it was just a matching costume, not a confession of your feelings. Tyler had put you and Josh into far more awkward situations before and it had never been an issue.

Maybe it was holding Josh’s hand yesterday that was adding a whole new layer to the energy between you and Josh today.

With a sigh, you pushed the thoughts from your mind and bent down over the sink to carefully scrub the red paint away. Your focus tonight was going to be on the party, that was it. Between tour and your generally busy schedule, it wasn’t often that you got to have nights like tonight where everyone was together and you definitely weren’t about to let Tyler put a damper on that.

Josh had already cleaned up by the time that you finally emerged from the bathroom. The boys were once again in the kitchen, standing around the snacks but doing their best not to eat any before the rest of the guests arrived.

“Do you think it would be too cheesy to play some of our music at the party?” Tyler asked.

“Maybe a little, although I did see that Heathens got added to some Halloween playlists,” Josh answered.

“I think you could get away with two of your own songs, but not much more than that.”

“Fair enough.”

Your conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. The three of you turned in its direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of who the first to arrive was, until Tyler finally skipped off to answer it. A few moments later, Mark and Brad were standing in the entryway, proudly displaying their costumes. Or at least, Mark was.

“Mario and Luigi, I like it,” Josh laughed.

“No, no, no, you’re mistaken,” Mark grinned. “I’m Markio.”

“Do you have a clever pun for your name, Brad?” you asked once you finally caught your breath after laughing.

“No,” he deadpanned.

“Alright,” you nodded.

“We tried Bradigi, but it didn’t have quite the ring to it that we were going for.”

“You were going for.”

“Alright, let’s get this party started,” Tyler grinned.

* * *

The party was in full swing now. Tyler’s living room was full of your friends in a variety of spooky costumes, most of whom were also tipsy. You were currently on the couch, nursing your own drink and watching the partygoers try to hold conversations with their drunk friends as they munched on Tyler’s creative snacks.

Josh collapsed down onto the couch next to you without warning, nearly making you spill your drink down the front of your onesie. You held back an insult, knowing he didn’t do it on purpose, and instead braced yourself to listen to whatever message he had brought you this time.

“Some people are playing Uno, if you want to join,” he said, letting a silly smile grace his lips. “It’s a drinking game, but you can drink whatever you want. Doesn’t have to have alcohol in it.”

“Are you going to play?”

“Mmmhmm. And I want you to come sit next to me.” He leaned into you slightly as he spoke, making heat rise to your cheeks.

“Ok, I’ll play a round of Uno.”

You stood up and helped Josh follow after you. He grabbed two more drinks for the two of you as you passed through the kitchen, and even went so far as to grab an entire handful of spider Oreos. You had to hold back a giggle when he dramatically winked as he did so, as if he had somehow pulled off the greatest heist of the century.

“Come on, Josh.”

Tyler, Mark, Brad, and a couple other people were already sitting around the floor, preparing their own drinks for the start of the game. You sat in the empty space next to Tyler and Josh wasted no time in plopping down next to you and sitting close enough that his knee was practically on top of yours. Tyler shot you a look because of this, but you simply shook your head and picked up the cards that were being dealt to you.

“What are the rules?” Mark asked.

Tyler went over the rules of Uno: The Drinking Game - another of his and Josh’s creations - while everyone sorted through their cards. You were trying to pay attention, but Josh kept leaning over and bumping your arm. When you would ask him what he wanted, he would just respond by saying he didn’t want you to forget that he was sitting next to you; something about him being tough competition.

“How many Red Bulls have you had tonight?” you asked as you noticed Tyler taking a long sip out of a familiar blue and silver can. The “ghost” part of his outfit had long since been discarded - he said it had been too difficult to eat with it on - for the cape and a pair of plastic vampire teeth instead. This also, naturally, included Tyler doing his best vampire hisses at people when they passed.

“Four. Wait, no, five? I’ve lost track.”

“Are you going to be able to sleep tonight?”

“Do I ever sleep?” he laughed.

“Fair enough.”

You rearranged the cards in your hand so that it would be easier for you to play the game. Just as it was about to start, Josh nudged your arm yet again, although this time he had a gift.

“For good luck,” he whispered with a dorky grin as he tried, and failed, to slyly pass you an Oreo.

“Thanks,” you said, pressing your lips together to avoid laughing too loudly. When you didn’t immediately eat the Oreo, he raised his eyebrows and pressed your hand closer to your mouth.

“Alright, Brad, you start.”

The game ended up going pretty well, although Josh was now considerably more drunk than he had been at the start, if that was even possible. He was now leaning on you completely shamelessly and reminding you how cool you were at every opportunity. You would be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it.

“Where are you going?” Josh whined as you started to stand up. The game had long since ended, but your group had decided to stay sitting and swap stories over drinks.

“I was just going to get some water.”

“I’ll go with you.”

This, of course, required you to help Josh stand back up. As soon as he was on his feet, he wrapped an arm around you - insisting that it was to help him balance - and walked with you into the kitchen. Even when you reached up to grab a cup, he kept one arm firmly around your waist.

“Wait, no way!” A familiar voice cut through the noise just to your right. “I had no idea you guys were dating.”

You sighed and turned to face the figure, playing nervously with the cup in your hands. “We’re not.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “You’re not? So… that’s not a couple’s costume?”

“It’s not,” you said, forcing a smile and making a mental note to chew Tyler out later. “And the only reason he’s hanging on to me is because he’s drunk. He has a habit of hanging onto people when he’s drunk.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Yeah.”

You were glad when she finally walked off, and also when Josh decided to keep his mouth shut. Once you had taken a second to calm your breathing back down, you refilled your water and walked back into the other room. Tyler helped Josh sit back down on the ground, though he did have a mind of his own when it came to where he was sitting. Rather than sitting next to Tyler, which had been Tyler’s intention, Josh ended up cross legged across from you.

“Hi, Josh,” you smiled.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said, giving you one of his famous crinkly-eyed smiles. His nose scrunched a little too, making you nearly melt on the spot.

“How are you feeling?”

“Wonderful. In fact, I feel almost as good as you look.”

You ignored the stares of everyone else sitting in your makeshift circle and kept your eyes on Josh. Sure, he could be a bit of a flirt when he got tipsy, but you had never experienced anything quite like this.

“Thank you.”

“Mmmhmm.” He paused for a moment and then craned his neck so he could look at Tyler. “Hey, Tyler.”

“Hey, Josh.”

“Hey, hey, did you know that your voice is really nice? I like when you sing.”

A shy smile passed over Tyler’s face and he mumbled a quiet thanks. Josh, obviously pleased with this reaction, then turned back to you.

“I don’t have a nice voice,” he shook his head while maintaining very serious eye contact with you. “I just play the drums and then I get calluses all over my hands. Look at this.”

He held a hand right up to your face. You gently grabbed his wrist and pushed it away from you so that you could actually see what he was trying to show you. His eyebrows knit together in confusion for a moment before relaxing again.

“You don’t have that many calluses, Josh. Your hands are very nice.”

“You think my hands are nice?”

You held back a laugh, afraid it might upset him. “Yes, very nice.”

“But look at your hands.”

He somehow managed to wriggle his one hand away from your grip and grabbed yours. You ignored Tyler’s stares as Josh very delicately picked up your hands and rested them on top of his fingers so that he could look at them. His thumbs ran gently over the backs of your palms, just barely ghosting against your skin.

“See? You don’t have any calluses. And your hands are so much smaller than mine. Look.”

Once again, your hands were being pulled in all different directions by Josh, this time to press your hands together so that he could see how much bigger his hands were. He very carefully lined up the bottoms of your palms for the most accurate depiction.

“My fingers are so much longer than yours!” he grinned, obviously pleased with himself. “Can you feel all the calluses on my hand?”

“Yes, I can.”

“What about now?”

You tried not to jump as Josh slid his fingers between yours and closed his hand. Slowly, yours did the same until you were essentially showing off your hand holding to the entire group. Josh, of course, didn’t mind, but you could practically feel every set of eyes that was watching you.

“I still feel them.”

Josh sighed dramatically and let your hands fall, though he kept your fingers interlaced. “That’s not fair. I don’t want you to feel my calluses when we hold hands, that’s embarrassing!”

“It’s not a big deal, Josh.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Hey, you know who has really small hands?” he smiled, changing the subject in an instant. He answered his own question before you had a chance to. “Tyler.”

“Hmm?” Tyler asked.

“Bro, let me see your hands.”

Tyler reluctantly held his hands out and Josh finally scooted away from you to investigate. He did the same thing he had with you where he delicately held Tyler’s hands in front of his face, but you took notice of the fact that he wasn’t gently running his thumbs over the back of Tyler’s palm. That made you smile.

“Your hands are so small and soft,” Josh said. “I wish my hands were small and soft.”

“Thanks, I think?”

The room went quiet as the song that had been playing came to an end. You immediately recognized the beginning of the next one that played, considering you had heard it at countless concerts. Tyler was already looking at you when you went to shoot him a look.

“You really did it,” you laughed.

He shrugged, “Just the one. I couldn’t resist.”

“Tyler!” Josh gasped, squeezing his friend’s hands a little tighter as he looked up to meet his eyes. “This is our song!”

Josh dropped Tyler’s hands in an instant and began to air drum in time with the song, much to the amusement of everyone around him. You sighed and took a long sip of what was left of your drink.

It was going to be a long night.

* * *

People finally started to leave around one in the morning. Josh was still drunk and following you around like a lost puppy, though he had sobered up somewhat. You were just glad that he hadn’t ended up puking in the middle of the living room, which had been a concern at one point.

“Ok, I think it’s time for us to head out,” Mark said, clapping his hands together. “Brad, you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Wait!” Josh called, pulling his head up from where it had previously been resting on your shoulder. “I have to say goodbye.”

“We all do,” you laughed.

You watched as Josh walked up to Mark and firmly placed his hands on either side of his face.

“Mark, I love you so much,” he said. “Thank you so much for taking awesome pic- videos of our concerts.”

“It’s no problem, bud,” Mark smiled, giving Josh a firm clap on the shoulder.

“And Brad!” Josh continued, doing the same to him as he had done to Mark. “Wow, your beard is so nice. I love you, man.”

Brad nodded, his lips firmly pressed together. “Sounds about right.”

Once they were out the door, it was finally just you, Tyler, and Josh left. You were exhausted, but the house was a mess and you didn’t want to leave Tyler to clean up everything by himself, especially since you knew Josh wouldn’t be any help.

“Where do you want to start?” you asked, turning to Tyler.

“I say we start in the living room and work from there.”

“Good plan.”

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Josh’s POV

“Y/N!” I called.

“What?” they answered from the other room.

“Will you come sit on the couch with me?”

I listened as their footsteps grew steadily closer. When they appeared around the corner, my face immediately grew into a smile.

“I’ll come sit with you once Tyler and I are done cleaning. If you want it to go faster, then you can help.”

“I am helping! By eating these chips,” I grinned, holding up the bag for added effect.

Y/N shot me a look before they turned and walked back into the other room. I could hear them and Tyler quietly talking, but I couldn’t make out anything they were saying. The crunching of chips echoing in my head was doing nothing to help that, either.

The bag of chips was nearly gone by the time Y/N finally joined me on the couch. I immediately laid down and rested my head in their lap, eager to be close to them. Normally I would be too scared to even graze their hand on accident, but something about the alcohol in my system was giving me all the confidence I needed.

“Is this ok?” I mumbled.

“Yeah, you’re fine.”

“Good, because I didn’t want to move.”

Y/N laughed and rested a hand on my head. They slowly started to brush their hands through my hair, nearly lulling me into a sleep. When Tyler started to talk too, I knew there was no way that I would be staying awake for more than a few more minutes.

I floated in and out of sleep until Tyler finally shook me awake for good and told me I should move to the guest room. When I started to protest, he shot me a look and nodded in the direction of the hallway.

“Are you going to be ok getting dressed?” Tyler asked. He was leaned in the doorway while I stumbled my way towards the bed.

“I’ll be fine,” I mumbled. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Josh, I know you…” he turned and looked over his shoulder, “...love them, but you don’t need to be with them at every waking moment.”

“Yes, I do!”

“I’ll be right back. You get into pajamas.”

Tyler shut the door and walked off before I had a chance to say anything else. While I waited for him to return, I slowly shuffled around the room to grab my pajamas and get changed into them. I felt a lot more comfortable once I was in sweatpants and a t-shirt instead of my skeleton onesie.

I was about to call out for Tyler when I heard him talking to Y/N just outside the door. Letting my curiosity get the best of me, I slowly crept towards the door and put my ear up against it.

“Where did you want to sleep tonight? I can take the couch, if you want me to. Tomorrow is going to be a long night and I know you already don’t sleep well away from home,” Tyler said.

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind taking the-”

I suddenly pulled the door open, making both Tyler and Y/N jump. They watched me with raised eyebrows while I took a moment to process what I had just done.

“They can sleep in here with me.”

“Josh,” Tyler sighed.

“I need them to protect me! Tomorrow is Halloween which means there will be scary creatures out.”

Tyler looked to Y/N, who simply shrugged. “I mean, it eliminates the problem of who has to sleep on the couch.”

“If you’re cool with it, then I won’t stop you.”

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Y/N smiled.

“Alright, I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“Goodnight, Ty.”

“Goodnight!” I chimed in.

“Good luck with him,” Tyler laughed.

“Thanks, I’ll need it.”

I smiled as Y/N walked into the room with me and Tyler walked off down the hall. While Y/N dug around in their bag for pajamas, I collapsed back down onto the bed. It creaked a little from the sudden weight.

“Damn,” Y/N muttered.

“What?”

“I’ll be right back.”

I watched as Y/N quickly opened the door and disappeared from the room, hopefully not to tell Tyler that they wanted to sleep on the couch, after all. The mere thought of it was upsetting.

When Y/N returned, they were wearing an oversized t-shirt over a pair of sweatpants, much like me, although I was sure that it wasn’t their shirt. They tossed their skeleton onesie down onto their stuff and started to scroll through their phone.

“Whose shirt is that?” I asked.

“Tyler’s?” they said, looking up at me. “Why?”

“Why are you wearing Tyler’s shirt?”

“Because I forgot pajamas and didn’t want to sleep in the onesie.”

“Why don’t you wear my shirt?” I frowned.

They finally turned off their phone and slipped it into the pocket of their sweatpants. “Because you don’t have any extras here and Tyler does. Is somebody jealous?”

“No,” I huffed, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. “I just think you would look better in my shirt.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Here, take it.”

Y/N tried to stop me, but it was too late. My shirt was off and sitting in a small heap next to the bed. When they raised their eyebrows at me, I simply gave them my sweetest smile.

“Now you can wear it.”

“I’m not going to wear your shirt, Josh.”

“Why not?” I whined. “I took it off just for you.”

I could have sworn that I saw a hint of a smile cross Y/N’s face, but they were too far and my vision wasn’t quite clear enough for me to be able to tell.

“I’m already in Tyler’s shirt and I’m not going to take it off just to put yours on.”

“Do you like him better or something?”

“No, I-”

“Are you in love with Tyler?”

“I’m not in love with Tyler,” they sighed. “He’s my best friend and nothing more.”

Y/N slowly wandered over and took a seat next to where I was laying on the bed. They were close enough that I could feel the body heat radiating from them, but not close enough that I could move to touch them without making my intentions obvious.

“I’m in love with someone.”

“Who?” they asked softly.

“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.”

“You’re such a tease,” Y/N laughed, shoving at my leg. “I really thought you were drunk enough to tell me your secrets.”

“I’ll never tell you my secrets,” I grinned.

“I’ll get them out of you someday. Now, are you ready to go to bed?”

I stuck my bottom lip out, “I want to talk to you more.”

“We can talk tomorrow.”

“Please, Y/N?”

“I’m really tired after tonight. Can you please not make this difficult?”

“Ok.”

I got under the covers while Y/N got up and flipped the overhead light off. There was still a lamp sitting on the bedside table, casting weird shadows onto the walls, especially when Y/N walked around the bed.

“Are you comfortable, Josh?”

“Yep.”

“You don’t feel like you’re going to puke, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Ok, then I’m going to turn the light off.”

The room looked different in the dark, and my drunk state wasn’t doing anything to help the weird patterns that were dancing on the walls. I pulled the blanket up a little closer to my neck, hoping it would help me feel a little more secure. Just as I was about to shut my eyes, an idea popped into my head.

“Y/N?” I whispered.

“What?”

“I’m cold.”

“That’s probably because you threw your shirt on the ground. I’m the perfect temperature.”

I sighed. This wasn’t going as planned.

“Will you cuddle with me?”

“Josh, I’m not going to cuddle with you. Just put your shirt back on.”

“I don’t want to. I like sleeping shirtless.”

“Then get another blanket and stop complaining.”

“No, Y/N,” I whined.

“Joshua Dun, drunk or not, it is not my job to baby you.”

“Please, I just want to cuddle with you. It’s cold and I don’t like the dark.”

“Well if you would actually close your eyes and stop talking, you might fall asleep so you don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

“I’m not going to be able to fall asleep, I’m too paranoid.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment. At first I thought they had finally given up and decided to ignore me, but then they shifted closer to me, bringing their pillow along with them.

“Where do you want me?”

“Could you just like… wrap around me, maybe?”

Y/N hesitantly slid one of their arms across my chest. Their hand went up to rest on my shoulder, sending familiar tingles down the length of my arm. I used one of my arms to wrap around them and rest on their hip, holding them close to me. They laid their head just above my collarbone, making it so that I could feel the steadiness of their breath against my skin. I was suddenly very glad I had decided to take my shirt off earlier, even if it had been for a dumb reason.

“Is this helping?” they asked.

“Yeah. Are you comfortable?”

“Mmmhmm. Are you?”

“I’ve never been more comfortable in my life.”

“Me too.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Josh.”

I was asleep within minutes.

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bleach-your-panties · 5 years ago

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My bad, for Armin Arlert letters are W, X, and Y. For Shoto Todoroki the letters are C, G, and L. 👻😈

Armin Arlert: W - Werewolf: Yellow eyes, fangs as long as your arm, and fur all over. Which side are they on and why? You and Armin were sitting in your living room doing your homework when he suddenly stopped, put down his pencil, and looked over at you. Feeling his gaze, you turned to meet pensive cerulean hues. Raising an eyebrow in concern, you asked, "Everything alright, Armin?" "Werewolves are superior for multiple reasons. Their strength and abilities are unmatched because they literally gain all of the abilities of a wolf. The gray wolf is one of nature's apex predators and-" You stopped him by putting a hand on his arm, a warm smile covering your face. "Okay, I get it; you win, werewolves are superior, my little human dictionary." You leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I, um. Sorry about that." His cheeks took on a rosy appearance. You giggled.

X - X-Ray: What's Halloween without a little naughty fun? It's a day where you can be anything or anyone that you want to be. So, what's under that costume? ;) "That was the most lit Halloween party that I've ever been to." You laughed as Armin closed the door to your house behind himself. "It was pretty fun. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, then kissed your cheek. Giggling, you turned around and wrapped your arms around Armin's neck. "You were a star out on the dance floor." His cheeks turned a little pink and he let out a small laugh. "All thanks to you. You're a great teacher." It was your turn to blush now. You put down little broom that came with your witch costume down on the coffee table. "Um, my parents will be out until morning. Some Halloween gala at their job or something. Do you want to to...spend the night?" You asked cautiously, not knowing how the blond boy would respond. "Sure, I'd love to. I'll take the guest room. The library your parents have installed in there is-" You cut him off by grabbing him by the ruffled white shirt of his pirate costume and planting a deep, suggestive kiss on his lips. Immediately, he knew what your plans for the night included. Armin picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Your room?" You shook your head. "I was thinking of something...more...spontaneous.” Your black and purple corset hit the hallway closet floor after Armin nimbly undid its multiple laces. Next, your black tutu hit the ground, followed by your purple lace panties. " Tell me why we're in the closet again, (y/n)-chan?" He asked between nibbling on your neck. "I felt like we needed to up our spontaneity." You reached into his skull-and-crossbones-covered boxers and massaged him, receiving a moan in return. "Right. Spontaneity." Y - Y. O. L. O - It's Halloween night, and you only live once. So release your inhibitions and do something wild! They won't judge, they promise. In fact, they'll probably be right there along for the ride. "I don't think this is a good idea, (y/n)-chan..." Armin said hesitantly as he followed after you, carrying an entire 6-pack of double-rolled toilet paper with him. "You're right, Armin. It's not a good idea, it's a great idea." You laughed maniacally as the two of you approached the first victim's house. Yes, you had concocted the diabolic plan to TP some of the houses in your neighborhood and you were dragging innocent, wide-eyed Armin along with you. "The first house on our list is Mrs. O'Reilly. She's always hated me and her stupid cats are always bothering Peanut." Peanut is your loving, adorable Chow Chow. He's very playful, loving, and gets along with most other animals. Except for those demon cats from hell. "So this is a revenge run?" Armin asked, stopping in front of the house with you. It was currently 7:00 pm in the evening, and he'd much rather be at home reading or something else productive since it was a school night. "Sure, whatever you want to call it. Now, we have to be quick so nobody sees us and so the old bag doesn't wake up." You took two rolls of the toilet paper and threw each one at the roof where they caught on the storm gutters and rolled down, giving the front porch a nice ghost, pumpkin, and bat-printed banner. "Haha, yes! Pass me some more toilet paper, Armin!" The hesitant blond looked around, trying to make sure that no one was watching him participate in criminal activity. As soon as you'd decorated the house with the other four rolls of toilet paper, a light in the house flicked on. "Oh shit! Run, Armin!" You dropped the empty toilet paper rolls and grabbed his hand, pulling him down the street towards your house. Nothing else could be heard except for the thumping of your Converse-covered feet down the pavement and your laughter. Oh, and Mrs. O'Reilly's threats of calling the police. Shoto Todoroki: C - Costume: What costume would they pick to wear? Are you guys going for a couples' theme? *Pics included* "Okay, so you're definitely going with this one, right?" You asked Shoto, referring to the costume you currently were holding up for him to look at. Shoto looked at you with a deadpan expression. "No." "Oh come on! This one is perfect for you!" He shook his head. "No, it's perfect for me to look like an idiot in and for you to laugh at me in." You thought about it. "True. Very true. Okay, so what about this one then?" Shoto groaned. "(y/n)..." Almost doubling over in laughter, you waved your hand in surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll be serious. Look, I have an idea." Halloween Night Your costumes:

Mina approached the two of you outside of your house as you and Shoto were preparing to head to Momo's house for a huge Halloween shindig. "Oh my God, I LOVE you guys' costumes. That's really creative!" She squealed. You beamed. "Thanks, they were my idea. Want some gum?" G - Graveyard: So you decide to spend the night in a graveyard because you think it'd be fun. Right.. How did your night turn out? Shoto usually had sense enough to not follow along with most of your silly ideas and antics, but for some reason he'd decided to go along with your idea to spend the night sleeping in the city cemetery. Also, Bakugo calling him a pussy and betting half the class $20 that he wouldn't do it was also a motivator. Nighttime: You'd come prepared with a tent, sleeping bags, snacks, your laptop and a portable charger so you guys could make the most of your little escapade. "Let's watch a scary movie!" You suggested, popping open a bag of nacho cheese Doritos while Shoto opened a bottle of juice and took a sip. "Fine, but don't even think about crawling into my sleeping bag when you get scared, (y/n)." A ghost of a smile covered his face briefly. "Psh, me, scared? You've got to be joking-" A rustling sound outside your tent made you pause. "D-did you hear that, Shoto?" "Hmm, hear what? Pass the chips, please." "T-there's something out there...what if it's a ghost or a...zombie..." You whispered the last part. "If it is, tell them that it was your idea to come and disturb them." He said, taking the bag of chips from you. Rolling your eyes, you sat down on top of your sleeping bag. "That's not funny Shoto, I-AHH!" You jumped and screamed when you saw two big shadows outside of your tent. "ZOMBIES!" You screamed, unzipping the tent as fast as you could and preparing to run for your life. "Oh my God! I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna-" You stopped when you heard laughter behind you. Shoto had slumped to the tent floor on his back, an elbow covering his eyes as he struggled to breathe. "Good way to wimp out, (l/n)." Bakugo cackled, along with Eijiro, who were crawling into the tent. "You guys are assholes!" You steamed as they continued laughing at you. L - Lantern: Take a walk on a lantern-lit path late at night or maybe make homemade ones with a pumpkin and candle. However you decide to do it, do it together. Shoto sat with you at your kitchen table, the two of you carving the insides out of your pumpkins so you could make lanterns with them. "I've never seen anyone do this before." He commented, dumping some more pumpkin guts into the silver pan you two were using. "Yea, I know right. I saw this on Pinterest." You finished up with yours, so you went to the sink to wash your hands. Shoto finished soon after you. You had carved a heart with the two of your names in it on the front of yours and he had carved a flaming heart with your hero name inside of it on the front of his. You snuck a peak at his pumpkin, smirking. "So does that mean that I set your heart on fire?" Returning the smirk, he shrugged. "Something like that." That made you blush and giggle. "I'm going to go grab the candles from my room." He nodded as you headed for the stairs. When you returned, you placed a candle in each of your pumpkins. "Okay, I need the lighter." Rummaging around in the kitchen junk drawer, you came across some mini light bulbs, a bottle opener, and some stamps, but no lighter. "Dammit.." You mumbled to yourself, slamming the drawer shut. "What's wrong?" Shoto asked, noticing the distressed look on your face. "I don't know where the lighter is..." You looked at him, getting an idea. "No, (y/n). The dollar store is right around the corner, we could-" "But why go all the way to the dollar store when you're right here, Toki-kun~" "I thought I told you not to call me that..." His cheeks tinted the least little bit of red. "Pleaseeeeeeee..." Later: "Our lanterns look really nice, don't you think, Toki-kun?" "Mhm..." The two of you sat outside on the porch swing in your charred school uniforms while the firefighters put out the fire in your kitchen. "Yea, my parents do not need to know about this." Shoto nodded, agreeing.

#armin arlert #shoto todoroki #happy halloween #mhascenarios #aotscenarios

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 5 years ago

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A Magic Kingdom Love - CH 4

Title: A Magic Kingdom Love

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Destiel

Tags: fluff, just so much fluff. It gets a little heated at one point but that’s it.

Summary:

This is based off a picture I saw on Pinterest (which I’ll post below) with this prompt attached…

“An AU where Dean and Cas are both working for Disney and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not makeout under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.”

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A/N: Soooooooo.... I know I promised y’all that I would have this fic posted yesterday but for some reason my computer decided to be a giant dick and deleted the entire post I had scheduled to post yesterday and then wouldn’t let me fix it afterwards. So I gave up and decided I would make sure it got posted today and that everyone who wanted to be tagged, got tagged. So without further adieu, here it is :D

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Chapter Four:

The first couple of weeks of Dean’s dream job as a prince at the park was going by fairly well. Yes, Dean absolutely loved his job. He loved playing a prince all day, he loved being a role model to the kids and even some of the older visitors, and he loved being part of such a monumental step for the park in their journey to represent the LGBTQ community. But this thing with Castiel still had not changed, and he was starting to worry that it may never get any better. And it was not for lack of trying on Dean’s part.

He’d been doing what Sam had told him. He’d tried to talk to Cas, to pull him into casual conversation, even suggested texting if it would make him more comfortable to ease into it, but he hadn’t gotten much of a response. He mostly just nodded or completely ignored Dean.

And it’s not that Dean needed Castiel to like him, but it wouldn’t be so bad to at least get along. But at the very least he was worried that it was going to start interfering with the job. He didn’t want to lose this job because they couldn’t get along.

Cas was good for hand holding in public, though he didn’t say much when it came to the kids, Dean did most of the talking, and rarely did he see Cas smile. Dean was starting to think Sam was wrong. It was getting less likely that Cas was shy and more likely that he was really just a dick.

It wasn’t until one day in the park that Dean was certain Cas was for sure a dick.

They were out in the park, making their rounds, when they were both surrounded by a group of very excited kids.

They were jumping up and down, asking all sorts of questions and getting pictures taken with the two handsome princes. When one of the kids, a little blonde girl, grabbed Dean by the jacket and asked, “Can you kiss?”

Dean felt Cas’s entire body tense in his hold, felt Cas clutch the back of his jacket where his arm was around Dean, saw him turn his head away from Dean.

It was just a kiss, a little peck to make the kids smile and giggle, what was the harm.

But since Cas was clearly turned off by the idea of kissing Dean, with his head turned completely away, he decided to just wrap his arms around Cas and pull him in for a kiss on the cheek. The kids were still happy with it, running away giggling back to their moms, but Dean was not happy with it at all. Even less so when, after the kids were gone, Cas moved even further away and all Dean could do was sigh, completely defeated.

“Does that look like chemistry to you?” Ellen asked Bobby from their place on the sidelines, watching Dean and Cas as she spoke between pieces of popcorn.

“Maybe in another dimension.”

She hummed, popping another piece in her mouth, “I thought they would do well together, and I still think that, but I’m worried that if this doesn’t move forwards we might have to make a casting change.”

“Maybe you should have a chat with them,” Bobby suggested, “maybe help them along. I know Dean’s trying but Castiel seems a bit on the shyer side then I thought he’d be.”

She nodded, “I’ll call Dean in first, see if we can’t come up with a plan to get Castiel out of his shell a bit.”

The two nodded to one another then continued on through the park.

~~~~~~~~~~~

A knock came at her door and Ellen looked up from the paperwork on her desk, “Come on in.”

Dean popped his head in first, then he slowly walked inside and shut the door behind him, “Is… is everything alright?”

Ellen closed the file in front of her and folded her hands over it, “You tell me, Dean. How’s things with Castiel?”

Dean closed his eyes and sighed, this was exactly what he was worried about.

She gave him a sad smile and gestured to the chair across from her, “Have a seat, let’s see if we can’t work this out.”

He shuffled his way over and plopped himself down in the chair, smacking his hands on his thighs, “I… I don't know what the problem is. Is it me?!”

She shook her head, “I don't think it's you, Dean, I really don't. I think we might just have a little case of stage fright. We’ve helped many of our other actors get over it, sometimes it just takes a bit of time and coaching.”

“I thought that too, or that he was just shy, but,” he shook his head, “I’ve tried everything I can think of. I've tried talking, and most of the time I feel like I’m talking to myself, the most I get is a curt nod. I've tried suggesting we meet outside of the park to get to know one another a bit better, he usually ignores me when I talk about meeting up. I even said we could start with texting if that made him more comfortable but nothing seems to be working. I don't really know what else to do here, but I don't want to lose this job, I waited two years to get it!”

She raised both of her hands in a calming manner, “Dean, sweetie, you’re not going to lose the job. Bobby and I picked you and Castiel as the actors to play these princes because we thought you were both perfect for the roles, so we are not about to give you up that easily.” Dean breathed a sigh of relief. “What we are going to do is help you guys figure this out and get everything running smoothly, alright.”

Dean smiled for the first time since he entered her office.

“Now we only have two days until Mickey's birthday bash,” she said, running a hand through her hair, “you and Castiel just keep it together for two more days until the party is over, in the meantime I’ll talk to Bobby about everything we discussed today and see what we can come up with to help, and once the birthday bash is over we’ll start. How does that sound?”

Dean nodded, “Yeah, I’m sure we can manage a few more days.”

“Great! Now, you head on home and I’ll see you in the morning.”

He flashed her a smile then headed for the door, turning back before he opened it, “It's…” She looked up at him. “It's not that I don't like Cas cuz I do, I really do, and I’m sure he’s a great guy once you get past his outer shell. But I do want this to work between us, I want us to be close so that we can do the role’s justice. So I hope we can help him get out of this shell, and whatever you or Cas need from me in order to do so, I’ll do it. I want to help him.”

“You’re a sweet kid, Dean,” she regarded him with a warm smile, “I’ll get started on a plan with Bobby right away. We’ll get you two in shape in no time.”

With one last smile and a thanks, he left and headed for home.

~~~~~~~~~~~

With the conversation he had with Ellen running on a constant loop in his mind, the two days leading up to the birthday bash crawled by agonizingly slowly, but finally the night had arrived.

He was in one of the change rooms with Cas, both finishing up the last details on their costumes before heading out. They had spent about an hour in silence as they got dressed, and Dean was starting to get annoyed but he tried to push that feeling down and remain calm.

“You excited for the party?”

Cas made quick eye contact with him before just as quickly averting his gaze and merely giving Dean a nod.

“How was your day off yesterday?”

“Fine.”

Fine… just fine? That’s all he got?

That was the last straw for Dean. He had been trying and trying and was getting nothing in return but short, and quite frankly, seemingly snarky responses. He finished fastening the clasp on his cape then turned to face Cas, eyebrows furrowed, “Seriously, man, what is your-”

“Y’all ready?!”

Before he could really lay into Cas, Ellen walked in, stopping him before his anger could really get the better of him.

“The rest of the characters are getting lined up backstage by the balcony,” she waved them on to walk with her, and they followed her out, “just follow everyone else when they head out, stand and wave at the crowd, and once were finished with that you’ll head down to mingle with the guests. Alright?”

They both nodded and lined up with the rest of the characters. They remained silent, neither even so much as bothering to look in the others direction as they waited. Once Ellen got on the balcony and announced the characters, they followed everyone forward, Dean not even offering his arm until they were a step away from the curtin.

They stood on the balcony with the other characters and waved at the crowds below, and Ellen wasn’t kidding when she said this event always drew in a full house, it was even more crowded then when they held Dean and Cas’s event.

Soon enough Ellen called Mickey out onto the balcony and the characters plus the crowd below all came together to sing happy birthday. A very large, multiple tier cake was brought out in the process and everyone clapped as Mickey blew out all the candles with the help of his friends Donald and Goofy. And shortly after, the characters left the stage with the promise of joining the crowds below for the rest of the evening's festivities.

And to no one's surprise, especially Dean’s, as soon as they were back stage and the curtains closed behind them, Cas let go of Dean’s arm and took a very obvious step to the side and away from him. It really pissed Dean off.

They were just about to head out, Dean getting ready to put on his happy face for the remainder of the night, and pretend like he and Cas were oh so in love, when they were stopped by a kid walking past them.

“Why aren’t you holding hands,” the little boy asked, pointing to both Cas and Dean who were feet away from each other at this point, “I thought you were in love?”

Dean didn't quite know how to respond to this question, and clearly neither did Cas since he practically turned and ran away.

The kid looked to Dean, partly concerned and party devastated that Cas had just left like that, so Dean leaned down and tried to bullshit his way out of this without getting fired. “Prince Cas isn't feeling very well right now, I think he ate too much cake,” the kid giggled when Dean made a face at him, “I’m going to go check and make sure he’s alright, you go ahead and enjoy the party, I think the fireworks are about to start!”

That seemed to satisfy the kid just fine, and Dean ruffled his hair before he ran off. Then Dean turned to chase down his ‘sick’ prince.

He caught up with him just outside the tunnel under the Magic Kingdom bridge, grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him inside, pushing him against the wall of the tunnel.

“What the hell-”

“Yeah, what the hell is right, Cas!” He shouted, making Cas blink in confusion, “I’ve had enough of this. We've been working together now for over a month, we should be able to communicate with each other by now but I can't seem to get a handle on you.”

Cas just blinked at him as Dean continued to hold him against the tunnel wall as he spoke, “You’ll hold my hand and smile in public, but as soon as it's just us you completely change. You won’t talk to me, you barely look at me, and as soon as there’s no one else around you’re pushing me away. Am I that repulsive to you?!”

“I…” Cas stammered, searching for words, “It's not that-”

Dean shook his head, “I have been trying to make this work between us, but you don't seem to wanna try in return. This is my second time trying for this job. The first time I was rejected before the interview even started, so this is my second chance at a job I have always wanted. I just want to make the kids happy and have a good time, to enjoy getting up in the morning because I love my job. But for some reason that I can't figure out, you don't want to be a part of this partnership. You’re so god damn closed off, and if you don't start opening up and actually making it seem like we’re as in love as we are supposed to be, then one or both of us is going to get fired. And I don't wanna lose this job! I had to wait two years for this second chance and I don't wanna blow it!”

He waited for Cas to say something, anything, but he was met with the same silence and the same stoic stare he seemed to always get from him.

“Look,” Dean breathed deep, trying to calm down, “I need you to tell me now, before we get into this any deeper than we already are, whether or not you want to keep doing this. So do you? Do you want to keep being my prince?”

It was no surprise to Dean when Cas just continued to stare at him, though he would admit he was a little disappointed.

Dean let Cas go, taking a step back from him and just shook his head. This was it. He had waited two years, two goddamn years for this job and now he was literally watching it all go down the drain. He was going to lose this job and all hopes of ever getting another one the same, all because this guy couldn’t get over himself.

“Forget it,” he waved Cas off, “maybe I can try again in two years if another position opens up-”

Castiel’s actions had long since stopped shocking Dean, but when Cas suddenly grabbed him by the front of the jacket and pulled him into a long hard kiss, he had to say he was both shocked and thrilled at the same time.

When Cas pulled back, but still had a grip on Dean’s jacket, it was Dean’s turn to merely stare at Cas. For the first time in his life he found he didn't Quite know what to say.

“I…” Cas took a deep breath then looked Dean straight in the eyes as he continued with a new found confidence that Dean had to admit, he found slightly sexy, “I do not find you repulsive, Dean, it's quite the opposite actually. I am extremely attracted to you.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot into his hairline, and still he couldn’t find the right words to say.

“I just… I am afraid that I may look the part of prince but I have no idea how to act like one,” he sighed with a shake of his head, '' I was recommended this job by my godmother, Amara, who thought I looked the part and could easily get the job. I only did the interview to humor her, but it turns out she was right. But I am so extremely socially awkward, I never know what to say, and when I do seem to say something it comes out wrong. And I was trying to avoid being affectionate with you because I didn't know where your feelings stood, or even if you were interested in men. I didn't want to get too close to you and end up breaking my own heart in the end. I just… I don't know how to do this, I don't know how to open up to people.”

Cas turned away from Dean, and Dean brought his face back to look at him, “This is a good start, Cas. And I can help you with all of that, all you have to do is ask. I’m here for you.”

Dean held out a hand between them and smiled at Cas. Cas smiled back and took Dean’s hand, “Thank-you, Dean.”

“And if you ever get stuck or don’t know what to say you can lean on me, we’re partners, we’re in this together.”

Cas nodded, a small smile creeping across his face.

“And as for the rest, I’ve never had an interest in a man before,” Cas looked down at his feet, trying to hide the disappointment in his eyes, “but I guess that’s because I just never came across the right guy, never met anyone that I thought was worth giving a chance, now I have.”

Dean took Cas’s chin between his fingers and pulled his face back up to his, pulling Cas in for another kiss, this one he eagerly returned with as much passion as Cas. The two found themselves quickly tangled together, arms wrapped tightly around one another as Dean lifted him slightly against the wall. Their tongues met tentatively at first, but soon enough they were both ravishing one another under the Magic Kingdom bridge as the fireworks started going off over the castle beside them. It was the best night of Dean’s life.

He let Cas slide back down to the ground, moving his lips from his and along his jaw, down his neck to suck on the skin there. Cas tilted his head to the side to allow Dean better access and groaned when Dean slid his thigh between Cas’s legs.

A particularly loud firework pulled Cas back to reality as he remembered exactly where they were, and pulled gently on Dean’s hair where his fingers had at some point ended up. Dean hummed against Cas’s skin as he continued to suck and rub his thigh against Cas, pulling more moans from the already breathless man.

“Dean,” he panted, “we should stop before someone sees, we are at a family park after all.”

Dean chuckled into Cas’s neck and murmured into the skin there, “Yeah, you’re right,” he placed one last kiss on his neck before pulling back to look Cas in the eyes, “we should head back, I’m sure people are wondering where we went. And if we stay here any longer we might not be able to turn back.”

Cas nodded, tightening his hold around Dean’s neck, “We don't want to get caught making out under the bridge, or worse.”

Dean hummed and leaned into Cas’s space, “If I’m going to be a proper prince, I should really ask you out on a date first, at least take you to dinner.”

“Are you asking?”

“Are you saying yes?” Dean asked with a raised brow and a smirk.

Cas leaned in and captured Dean’s lips in a quick kiss, “Yes.”

“Good. Tomorrow's our day off, so you can finally give me your number,” Dean pecked his lips, “and I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six.”

“Can’t wait.”

They tangled together for one last passionate kiss before parting and heading back to the party hand in hand.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“I haven't seen them since we left the balcony.”

“They can't have gone far,” Bobby said as he looked around, then tapped Ellen’s shoulder and pointed, “there they are.”

They stood and watched as Dean and Cas came strolling in together from a pathway off to the side, arm in arm, “Are… are they smiling at each other? And talking?!”

“Seems like,” Bobby smiled at the two as Cas giggled at something Dean whispered in his ear.

As they continued to watch them in complete shock at this turn of events, a small group of kids ran past the two princes bouncing a balloon between them. The kids hit the balloon high into the air and it floated over to Cas and Dean. Dean chuckled as it blew into his face then hit the balloon back in the direction of the kids, which then started a small game between them as the kids continued to hit it back wanting them to play.

Cas took a small step back, not quite sure what to do, and Dean just wrapped his arm around him and pulled him back. He gave Cas a small nudge and whispered, “Play, it's okay, Cas.”

Cas nodded to Dean then knelt down on the ground as the balloon came his way and hit it back to the kids. They were more than thrilled that Prince Cas was playing with them, and Dean stood back with an adoring smile on his face and watched as Cas laughed and played with the kids. Becoming more and more comfortable as they went, and Cas found himself really enjoying the game and the happiness of the kids.

After a few rounds Dean decided to join in and knelt down behind Cas, wrapping his body and arm around him and placing his chin on his shoulder. As the balloon came closer, Dean reached out to try and beat Cas to it and ended up hitting the balloon backwards and into Cas’s face. The two burst out laughing, and the sounds of Cas’s genuine full body laugh had Dean’s gut doing flips. He loved the sound and never wanted it to stop.

He stared fondly at Cas for a few moments, basking in the sound of his laugh, then moved in to place a soft kiss on Cas’s cheek, then his neck, then leaned his face to rest in the crook of Cas’s neck as Cas rocked them gently back and forth.

The kids ran off soon after to play together, waving to them as they did. Dean stood and pulled Cas along with him and kept him as close to his body as he could possibly be.

Bobby and Ellen watched with slacked jaws as Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’s waist, and Cas his arms around Dean’s neck. And as the second round of fireworks went off high in the sky above them, Dean leaned in and kissed Cas long and sweet. Definitely not the kind of kiss one would see between two actors playing a part, but rather one filled with a passion between two lovers, two soul mates who had finally found one another.

“What… what the hell happened?!” Ellen turned a shocked look on Bobby.

“I have no idea.” All he could do was shake his head.

“Seriously, what the hell happened?!”

Bobby looked between Ellen and the boys, who were still locked at the lips, then back to Ellen, “I am honestly just as confused as you are here.”

“I mean, not that I’m complaining, this is great!” She gestured to the boys. “But I just spoke with Dean two days ago and he told me things weren't going too well between them. I was starting to worry that this might not work out, but this… this is excellent! It's perfect!”

As his initial shock wore off and Dean and Cas parted just enough so their noses were still touching, Bobby was able to see the pure bliss on his nephews face as he looked at Cas. Bobby nodded once, a smile creeping its way onto his face, and said to Ellen, “That they are.”

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A/N: So there you have it my friends, tis the end! Buuuuuutttttttt..... don’t forget, I do have an epilogue still planned and waiting in the winds if y’all would like to read it and see what’s next for our two beautiful princes XD Just let me know in a comment or an ask, or feel free to shoot me a message, I would love to talk to you!

And, I would just like to say thank-you to anyone who read this and who made it to the end, you’re lovely. And to anyone who commented, you’re also beautiful! <3

If anyone would like to be tagged in any of my other destiel fics, please let me know!

I do have two that are currently WIP’s, you can check them out below...

The Thing About Blind Dates

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kumkaniudaku · 6 years ago

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Trick and Treat

A/N: The first of two Halloween one shots. Enjoy.

“C’mon and ease on down, ease on down, down the road! Don’t you carry nothing that might be a load…”

Songs from “The Wiz” oozed from the Bluetooth speaker positioned at the edge of your vanity as you put the finishing touches on a simple scarecrow makeup look from Pinterest. From the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of Micah attempting to mimic Michael Jackson’s iconic cross foot shuffle only to get her feet tangled before crashing to the ground with an amused giggle.

“Mommy’s sorry she passed down her two left feet to you, baby. Trust me, it gets better.”

“For her, sure. The jury is still out on you.”

You rolled your eyes with a small smirk as Chadwick rounded the corner into the closet carrying the co-star of the Halloween Night Show in his adorable costume. For months you spent time brainstorming the perfect family costume that would proudly stand next to the couple’s costumes that Chadwick planned for the adult parties. Separate events saw you and Chadwick as Dwayne Wayne and Whitley Gilbert before transitioning into outfits that resembled Michael Jackson and Iman’s ‘Remember the Time’ get up. Though your husband had set the bar high for the family costume, you knew just what to do.

Micah had been obsessed with The Wiz from the moment she heard ‘You Can’t Win,” often begging to watch it multiple times a week. So, it came as no surprise when she was firm in her decision to be Dorothy for Halloween at school. The idea carried over into the house, and with four members of the family, the idea fit like a glove.

“Hush, Tin Man. How’s my mean ol’ lion,” you cooed, allowing Chadwick to carefully place Noah in your arms.

“He’s been mean alright. He refused to take a nap while you and Mikey went out for candy, and now he’s cranky.”

“Not my baby. He’s never cranky. Can you give mommy a biiiiiig lion’s roar?” Noah stirred in your arms, peering up at you through hooded eyes before opening his mouth to let out a long yawn and whimper that let you know he was close to tears if he couldn’t go to sleep soon.

Chadwick released a hushed snicker at your expense, “Yeah, that was a huge lion’s roar. Good job, AJ. Maybe we should just, you know, stay home.” Chadwick’s suggestion came with a tug at the uncomfortable collar around his neck. He was attempting a last ditch effort to stay at home to avoid being seen in public as a six foot, dark-skinned tin man.

“I don’t care if he sleeps the entire time, we’re taking Micah Trick or Treating for at least an hour.”

“But, baby -”

“Don’t ‘baby’ me!”

“Okay, then I’ll Tasha you. Look at me. I look like a baked potato. I can’t go out like this.”

“You look shiny like a pretty diamond, Daddy,” Micah chimed in. The thought of her father not holding her hand as she pranced down the street in her custom, ruby-colored shoes forced the corners of her lips to sag into a frown. “Don’t you wanna go get candy with me?”

Chadwick looked between his twin and you, shooting you a glare when he caught you wiping a satisfied smirk from your face. He was no longer in a position to back out, and both of you knew it.

Releasing a deep breath, Chadwick kneeled down to speak to his pride and joy.

“I don’t wanna do anything else but take you to get candy, Princess. Are you excited?”

“Yes! I wanna get all the candies! Especially the chocolates!”

“Especially the chocolates,” he laughed. “Hey, how about you go grab your bag and wait downstairs for me with I talk to your Mama? Can you do that for me, Dorothy?”

“Yes, sir!” The soft click of her hard bottom ballet flats striking the hardwood floors faded with each second until only silence hung in the large walk-in closet. The sweet twinkle in his eye from seeing Micah smile was quickly replaced by a hard glare in your direction that tried to ignore.

“You can stand there and pout all you want, Coffee Can. I’m not giving you any attention,” you warned him with your back turned as you secured Noah’s noise-canceling headphones against his sensitive ears.

“It’s all good, Co. One day, you’re gonna wanna take a sip of this coffee and the answer will be no.”

“Yeah right! You know you want a little cream for your coffee!” Turning to face him, you found him ending his visual journey across your backside with a smirk.

“That’s tempting, baby, but I’m vegan. No cream in this coffee. Coconut milk only.”

“Oh so, you’re Michael now. You’re canceled. Get out of here.”

If not for the barrier covering his ears, Chadwick’s boisterous laughter would have startled Noah from his sleep.

“You can’t cancel this black man, T!”

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“Micah, what are the rules for trick or treating,” Chadwick asked as the group approached the first house on the block.

“Stay close to Mommy and Daddy, don’t eat the candy until we get home, and say please and thank you every time.”

“Good job. That’s my girl.”

Your usually quiet Los Feliz neighborhood was now teeming with youth of every age dressed in a range of costumes from adorable to downright scary.

As a child, your mother never allowed Halloween themed activities. If you and Tiana weren’t stuffed in the back of her station wagon and carted off to the nearest Hallelujah Festival, you were forced to stay at home and watch your friends return with buckets overflowing with treats. With that memory in mind, you promised yourself that you would give your children the opportunity to at least experience the cultural activity.

What you hadn’t accounted for was the type of neighborhood you would live in. Never did you imagine to be the ethnic minority on your street. The amount of full-sized candy bars casually left on doorsteps with instructions to only take one was astounding. Even more shocking were the looks you all received as one of a few black families in search of spooky treats.

You and Chadwick would’ve welcomed family photos with open arms if he meant that it would replace the occasional shocked stares from your neighbors further down the street.

Approaching the first house seemed to set the tone for the evening. With her afro puffs swinging in the wind, Micah nearly drug her father to the front porch to test her award-winning trick or treat song and smile.

“Oh, and look at you,” the older white woman gushed. “I’ve never seen a brown Dorothy before! And look at your hair. So wild!”

“Excuse me,” you blurted, earning a look from Chadwick.

Before Chadwick could offer the woman a much more civilized response to the woman’s ill-mannered remark, Micah took the lead.

“My Daddy says my hair grows to the sky like a crown made by God. This is how it’s ‘posed to look.”

All within earshot stood with their mouths agape at the class exhibited by a child that was missing most of her front teeth and not old enough to understand the ignorant undertones directed at her appearance. You, on the other hand, stood tall. All of the confidence you and Chadwick had worked to instill in her from the moment she was born had manifested into a reality tv show caliber read.

“Well...I guess your Daddy is right. Would you, um - would you like Snickers or Twix,” the woman asked, obviously flustered by Micah’s response.

The six-year-old gladly accepted the shiny gold wrapper housing two sticks of chocolate before adding a chipper thank you and grabbing her father’s hand for the journey to the next house.

Four houses down with no mishaps gave you hope that things would turn around for your first Halloween as a parent. Noah was now awake and receiving attention from every mother and grandmother on the block. Micah dazzled with the charm she inherited from her father dialed up to the highest notch. Several families provided extra candy for their cuteness while others requested pictures with the family as a whole to be thrown up on their personal social media channels.

Arriving at a beautifully decorated house swarming with underaged visitors, you noticed a few disappointed faces retreating down the long driveway to other houses. Still, you passed it off as unhappiness with the amount of candy received and followed Chadwick and Micah to the front step.

“Trick and Treat,” Micah exclaimed before she could reach the homeowner.

“A trick and a treat, huh? My kind of girl! Who are you, lovely?”

“I’m Dorothy from The Wiz! My Daddy is the Tin Man, Mommy is Michael Jackson, and my brother is a baby lion.”

The confusion on the young man’s face reminded you and Chadwick that you may have forgotten to inform your oldest that not everyone had seen The Wiz. She assumed that everyone knew Michael Jackson as a scarecrow, but judging by the blank look in his eyes, it was evident he was unaware that there was a more urban version of his childhood classic.

“What she meant to say is I’m the scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz. Sorry for the confusion.”

“That’s great because I was just about to tell you that this is the worst Michael Jackson costume I’ve ever seen!” His attempt at a joke made Chadwick tense for a moment before catching your eyes pleading with him to calm down. At thirty minutes into the adventure, you both were starting to wonder if this was a good idea.

“Where are your candies,” Micah asked, craning her neck around the porch in search of the plastic bowl she’d grown accustomed to.

“No candy here, little one! Candy is bad for your teeth. But, I do have these!” Reaching into the Hello Kitty backpack that accompanied his Deadpool costume, he presented an apple to Micah with a smile. “Here you go, my friend. One Fuji apple just for you and a Koppleman Family Dentistry business card. Feel free to come by and see us for the post-Halloween cavities. Would you like one for the cub in the stroller?”

Chadwick reluctantly accepted the card and the apple meant for Noah. “Uh, thanks man. We’ll make sure check you out when we get a chance.”

“Mommy, I thought Halloween was for candy!”

“Micah Noelle! Hush!”

“But, you said-”

“Have a nice night, man! Dope costume by the way. Let’s go, Munchkin!”

Scooping Micah under his arm, Chadwick led the mad dash for the street to prevent any more comments from his daughter.

From that point, strange happenings seemed to follow that family at every stop. Word got out that Chadwick Boseman had been spotted in the area, drawing families without Halloween goodies out of their homes and into their front yards for a glimpse at the Black Panther.

A family dressed as the Justice held Chadwick on their front porch for several minutes in an attempt to convince him that he should make the switch to DC and play The Green Lantern. Two doors down, a lively bunch of mimes made Noah scream bloody murder at first contact, leading you to stand at the edge of the driveway while Micah asked questions that they would not verbally respond to.

Rounding out the night, perhaps the strangest occurrence you had ever witnessed would prove to cap a bizarre experience.

“Mommy, look, a red balloon,” Micah shouted as she pointed to the object floating in mid-air on the dimly lit porch.

A sign on the home’s mailbox read, “We’re not home, but there’s candy in the bowl. Take IT.”

“Take the whole bowl? That’s dumb as hell,” Chadwick remarked, reading the note a second time for clarity. “It must be a typo.”

“Whatever it is, make this quick. My makeup is starting to sweat off and it’s getting dark.”

“Can I eat some candy tonight? Pleaaaaaase? Pretty please?”

“Two pieces and that’s it. C’mon so we can grab your last one and get back home for a bath.”

Micah nodded with the same level of enthusiasm that she started the evening with. Her hair bounced in the wind beside her father as they took the short trek up the driveway and to the front porch. An eerie silence greeted the pair, and the closer they got, the more Chadwick sensed something was wrong.

“Stay right here, Boop. I’ll grab the candy and bring it to you.”

Though disappointed, Micah followed her father’s instructions and remained in place.

Chadwick approached the step on the defensive, putting you on edge once you noticed his calculated movements. One step at a time, Chadwick approached the bowl to grab the desired sweet treat for his daughter.

“You’ll float too.” A voice spoke, tiny and almost too quiet for comfort.

“Oh hell nah,” Chadwick spoke to himself. “Aye, baby, let’s go. It’s some weird sh- AYE WHAT THE FUCK?”

In the darkest corner of the porch stood a terrifying version of Pennywise the Clown sporting a morbid smile and glowing yellow contacts. The figure, clearly a member of whatever family lived in the house, stepped from his shadowy hiding place to “greet” Chadwick.

“If you need help, Don, help yourself to a balloon.” The clown never dropped his smile as he walked closer to Chadwick with his hand outstretched.

“The clown is gonna get Daddy,” Micah screeched during her full sprint to find you at the edge of the driveway. “Daddy, make him stop!”

“Hey, man, she has enough candy. We’ll just go home.”

“Want a balloon?”

Without warning, the person behind the costume made a move that startled Chadwick. Quick and misplaced reflexes ended the interaction with a swift jab to the nose and a pained groan from whoever dared to use a demon clown as a welcoming committee for a neighborhood event.

“My nose! Fuck, dude, my nose!”

“Trent,” Chadwick questioned, finally recognizing the voice.

Trent, your neighbor three doors down and a respected pediatrician, slumped against the railing of his porch to allow the blood seeping from his nostrils to fall into his manicured bushes.

“Shit, man, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Baby,” he called out to you to get your attention. “It’s just Trent. I think I broke his nose.”

“You what?! We can’t afford a broken nose? Ask him if he wants a band-aid.”

“No, I do not want a bandaid,” Trent answered before Chadwick could ask the question. “It’s not broken, but I have a hell of a headache. You should have those hands of yours registered as weapons. I’ve never seen anybody move that fast.”

“You scared the shit outta me, man. How can we make this up to you?”

“My wife really loves Tasha’s green apple pie. You think she could make us a couple to impress the family with for Thanksgiving?”

“Baby, he says if you make them some pies he’ll forget the whole thing!”

“I got you, Trent! Sorry my husband punched you in the face!”

“Don’t mention it, Tasha! Thanks!” Standing from his slouched position, Trent pinched the bridge of his nose before heading toward the front door. “Wait until Julianna hears this. She told me it was a bad idea.”

After a final apology, Chadwick led you and the kids back to the safety of your home. Bedtime routines and a brief candy extravaganza at the kitchen counter put everyone in a good mood before the kids were tucked in for the night.

Chadwick stood on your right in the bathroom, brushing his teeth while you finished applying night cream to the area under your eyes.

“I can’t believe I punched someone in the face tonight.”

“I can’t believe you let a clown scare you like that,” you laughed.

“Co, don’t go there. You were afraid of Harry Potter.”

“Not the same! Them spells and shit were demonic. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Chadwick watched you tie your head scarf around your edges before opening his arms to receive the hug you were initiating. “For the first time, it wasn’t so bad, right?”

“This was horrible, baby.”

“Good. We’re on the same page. Let’s never do this shit again.”

“I ain’t say allat, now!” Chadwick dropped his arms along to match his scowl as he followed you into the bedroom to finally get into bed. “I talked to ‘Vonne and she said that Trick or Treating is way better in her neighborhood. You know she lives around black people. We should try over there.”

“I probably don’t have a say in this, do I?”

“Of course you do, baby,” you answered, adding a kiss to his bottom lip. “You can say yes.”

A bitter chuckled left Chadwick’s mouth before he took his spot behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Good night, Michael Jackson.”

“Good night, Ali.”

Peaceful silence enveloped the house, setting the mood for quality slumber after a stressful string of events.

That was into an ear piercing scream from Micah’s room down the hallway, making you and Chadwick’s eyes shoot open. Seconds later, Micah’s fist pounded at the door before she abandoned the rule of waiting until she had permission to enter, and ran into Chadwick’s arms.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“The balloon! It’s outside!”

Chadwick turned to look at you only to find you up and heading out of the door in record time. Sure enough, when both of you entered the room with Micah cowering behind Chadwick’s legs, you found a single red balloon floating past Micah’s window and to an unknown destination. Neither you or Chadwick spoke a word. A non-verbal cue to take Micah back to your bedroom answered all of your husband’s question, and a trip to retrieve Noah was swift.

Crowding into the California king, you made sure to double check the locks and the security system from your bed.

From the corner of your eye, you found Chadwick burning a hole in the side of your head with his intense stare.

“I told you we should’ve stayed home.”

Rolling your eyes hard enough for them to cause a mild headache, you turned on your side to end the conversation before it could start. There was no way he would know he was right. There was also no way you would ever trick or treat in this neighborhood again.

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generalhofferson360 · 6 years ago

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Some Things Are Just Meant To Be.

I just read a tear-jerking post about what Httyd meant to someone, and I decided to write my own journey with this amazing series, one that has sadly come to a close.

Now, I’ll admit, I don’t have the most life-changing story. This franchise didn’t magically make my life perfect, but it did fill it with so much happiness.

I saw the first movie when I was in third grade, a few months after it came out. I immediately fell in love with it, insisting that my family watch it every single night for what must’ve been two weeks. That movie ignited my love for dragons, which was a very large part of my life when I was younger.

Then, as most kids do, I moved on. I forgot about the amazing movie about a boy and his dragon that started it all. I hadn’t thought about the movie in years.

Years past, and still not a thought about vikings and dragons. Until halloween in ninth grade. One of my best friends showed up to school in a Toothless costume, talking nonstop about his love for the dragon. Initially, I rolled my eyes.

The only memory I had of the movie were select scenes of Stoick in the Great Hall. I brushed it off as simply a children’s movie - something that I don’t normally do, because of my love for animated movies - and I’m forever grateful that opinion didn’t remain in my head for long.

I had seen some posters for the third movie floating around Pinterest, me not even having seen a trailer for the second, and once again another eye roll. I judged the movies without so much as seeing them.

Flash forward another month, and I’m at the theatre to see Ralph Breaks the Internet with my best friend on opening night. So, as you can imagine, the theatre was completely filled. The trailer for the Hidden World came on, and the theatre fell silent.

By the time it was over, I was sobbing. This trailer made me cry for characters whose names I no longer remembered. And that’s what drew me to this franchise.

I knew that, if the trailer affected me that much, I absolutely had to see the movies. So, I went home, and watched the first movie, and I remembered why I fell in love with it all those years ago. As soon as the dreamwork logo flashed across my screen, it inexplicably felt like home.

But my story’s not done yet. I then saw the second movie, spending over an hour mourning the loss of a great chief, and even longer celebrating the rise of a new one.

I was desperate for more content, and knew I couldn’t wait until February for the next, and final, chapter in this amazing viking’s journey. So, like many others, I turned to Tumblr. Coincidentally, the first time I searched the Httyd tag on this website, was on Snoggletog.

I had to know what the hype was, so I watched Gift of the Night Fury, four times in one day, to be exact.

I recalled seeing glimpses of the show ROB on tv, but never paid much attention to them. Since I knew Netflix had a show more readily available, I decided to start there.

Okay, unpopular opinion time, I hated most of season one of RTTE. It seemed to drive me away from the franchise, not recognizing the characters I had come to know and love.

Reluctant and desperate, however, I returned. I chose random episodes that caught my interest, most of them involving the twins. I found a renewed appreciation for the show, but the episode that really sold me was Buffalord Soldier. I remember beginning it around 2:30am, and I couldn’t stop watching. I finished the rest of that show, not daring to skip an episode within that very week. I was in love with the show, and proceeded to watch earlier episodes that I had previously skipped.

I read an article online, identifying each show and short film available, and knew I had to see them all. I used most all of my Christmas money to buy ROB and DOB on DVD, and loved most of the episodes almost as much as RTTE, along with the shorts on Netflix.

Finally, the third movie premiered, my anticipation growing with each day it drew closer. I went to the theatre alone, my first time doing so, since none of my friends seemed excited to see it. I remember standing in line, my hands shaking as I held my ticket stub. I walked into the dark room, actually I was early, being terrified of missing a single moment.

It first hit me that this was really happening when I sat down, my heart practically beating out of my chest. To say I loved this movie would be an understatement. I sobbed throughout the entire thing, and left it knowing that Hiccup and Toothless would forever have a place in my heart.

I also left it knowing that I loved Tuff’s earrings, but that’s not the point.

This movie affected me so dramatically that I couldn’t bring myself to watch RTTE for over a week, not bearing to see the gang and their dragons together. Come to think of it, I didn’t eat or leave my house for over 24 hours after the movie. Dang, I’m eccentric.

I then proceeded to drag my friends to this cinematic masterpiece, three times. Y’know, along with buying every single piece of merch and book available.

Hiccup has taught me so much kindness and love, and that is how this movie changed my life.

#httyd #httyd 2 #httyd 3

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sorenmarie87 · 6 years ago

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Howlin’ for You

Summary: Winnie and you talk Garth into throwing a Halloween party, but when you can’t find Garth all night, you start worrying.

Pairing(s)/Character(s): Garth x Reader, Sam x Eileen, Castiel, Dean, Charlie, Winnie (OFC)

Word Count: 2,051

Warning(s): Lots of fluff. Alcohol mentions. Sexual comments.

This is an extra chapter in the Anything For My Lady series. It’s gonna make more sense if you’ve read it beforehand.

A/N: I need to thank @fictionalabyss and @coffee-obsessed-writer for all their help and listening to me ramble on about this story.

I do not own any of the pictures used in my story aesthetic. I found them on pinterest. I also hate to say this but if you’re reading this fic - please be over 18.

Forever Tags - @lovetusk @coffee-obsessed-writer@mirajanefairytailmage@kazosa@soythedemonqueen@docharleythegeekqueen@holyfuckloueh@ellen-reincarnated1967@ravenangel33 @buckyscrystalqueen@clockworkmorningglory@lefthologramdeer@disneymarina

SPN Tags - @underestimatemethatwillbefun @nyxveracity

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup for your costume. Halloween had always been one of your favorite holidays, and with the help of Winnie, you convinced Garth to let you throw a party. Anyone else would find it strange - werewolves throwing a Halloween party with their Hunter friends but your family managed just fine. There were never any urges to go out looking for human hearts - you lived off of animal hearts, so everyone would be safe.

You heard tiny feet run into your room and with a smile you turned around to see Winnie. “Mommy does this look right?” You placed the brush down in front of the vanity, taking a glance at your daughter’s costume. The three of you had binged on The Musketeers recently. You were going as Constance, Garth was going as D’Artagnan of course, and Winnie decided to go as King Louie. Her costume looked correct but there was something missing. “You look fantastic your highness, but your hair is wrong. Let’s fix that shall we?”

Like her father, she loved whenever you would play with her hair. However tonight - she was wearing a black wig to bring her costume together. Plugging in the curling iron, you called her over to the seat in front of the vanity and waited for it to heat up.

“Are Uncle Sam and Dean coming tonight?” Winnie asked as you worked on curling her hair.

“Of course they are. Uncle Sam is bringing a special friend with him, is that okay?”

“Does that mean I can't marry Uncle Sam when I grow up?” You chuckled and paused.

“I hate to tell you kiddo, but I think you might have to find someone else.” Someone age appropriate, you thought to yourself as you watched her expression change in the mirror from disappointed to happy.

“As long as he's happy, I'm happy.” She wiggled slightly and you had to remind her stay still. You told her that she could downstairs once you were finished but she shook her head and clung to your side. “Wanna go together.” You heard voices coming from downstairs and you felt Winnie take ahold of your hand.

“Okay, let's go.”

It had been an hour and you couldn't find your fiance. Garth wouldn't just vanish, so you made your rounds. Sam and Eileen were chatting with each other on the love seat. She must've signed something inappropriate because you watched Sam's face turn beet red.

You practically squealed in approval when they showed up. Sam was dressed as Hercules, and Eileen was beside him as Meg. You excitedly signed to Eileen that her costume was perfect and you watched as her cheeks flushed. Cas arrived behind them and you giggled to yourself.

“Father Castiel, how are you doing?”

“My child, I am doing fine.” You snorted and watched as Castiel gave a curt greeting to everyone he saw. Both Sam and Eileen chuckled as they made their way into the house.

You smiled as Winnie ran over to Charlie and practically tackled her to the ground. “What did we say Winnie?”

“Mama, she's my queen though.” You watched as she sighed and Charlie smiled at the younger girl as she moved her into her lap. “It's fine, Y/N.”

“You should see her when she hasn't seen the boys or her father in a while.”

“I can only imagine..”

“She doesn't look like much but that girl is super strong.”

“Y/N, hey Y/N…” You turned around and Dean was standing there with a glass of scotch in his hand. You got a good look at his costume, and you snorted. He was in a solid black suit with a matching tie and you let out a low whistle.

“Looking good there, Winchester.” He grinned as he stepped further into the light and his usual sandy blonde hair was pitch black. “I hope that isn't permanent.”

“God no… “ You chuckled as he ran his free hand through his hair.

“Hey Dean, by chance have you seen Garth?” He took a sip from his glass and shrugged. “Thanks for nothing.”

Winnie was passed out on the couch so you picked her up and took her upstairs where it was quiet. You laid her down in your bed and sat down beside her. “Where is your father Winnie?” You brushed a stray curl away from her face and sighed. As she flipped over, he wig started to come off. You chuckled to yourself and took a picture before something caught your eye. There was a garment bag hanging from the closet door with a post it on it. You smiled at Garth’s handwriting but raised an eyebrow. ‘Put me on and meet me in the backyard.’ You gasped as you unzipped the bag and peeked inside.

The dress was beautiful. It had a deep sweetheart neckline with spaghetti straps and a fitted waistline that flows into an intricately beaded lace overlay with a floor length skirt. You were trying to remove your costume as quietly as you could but you were having some trouble. “Mama, do you need some help?” You glanced over your shoulder at Winnie and laughed to yourself.

“Mama’s arms are kind of short, so I can’t reach the zipper. Think you can unzip me?” Winnie nodded as she wiped her eyes and carefully made it to the end of the bed. Her little fingers fumbled at first, but when you heard the zipper going down, she smiled. “Thank you Winnie.” She watched as you slid the dress off and it pooled at your feet. You carefully remove the new dress from the hanger, unzipping it first and carefully slide into. Winnie helps zip your dress and kisses your cheek once she’s finished.

“You look beautiful mama, but I need to go change now..” She jumps off the bed and practically rushes out of the room. With the door left wide open, Charlie peeks in with a giggle.

“I thought you might need some help, but I guess Winnie took care of everything.” You chuckled as she entered your bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“Well not everything.” You smoothed down the front of your dress and made sure everything was in the right place. “How’s my makeup?” Charlie reapplied some light pink lipstick and looked you over once again.

“Looking good mama. However…” She moved behind you and unpinned your hair. You watched her in the mirror as your hair cascaded over your shoulders. “There we go. Garth is one lucky man.”

“He really is.”

“Okay, you ready?” The two of you made it into the hallway as Winnie ran past you in a hurry. ‘Sorry mama!’ You heard her call out and you chuckled. Dean was waiting at the top of the stairs with a grin on his face. “You look beautiful sweetheart. Garth won’t know what hit him.” He winked and extended his arm out to you. “I know it’s usually the father’s bride who walks her down the aisle but…”

“I’m actually grateful it’s you and not my father..” He was the reason you were a werewolf in the first place. He was also the reason your mother wouldn’t be here either. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the negative thoughts as you made your way towards the patio doors. As you put your hand on the door handle, Dean stopped you from opening it. He handed you a bouquet of Fall colored flowers and smiled.

“On three, okay Y/N?” You heard him count to three, as the two of you opened the doors, your jaw dropped. How did Garth have time to do this? Sam, Eileen, Charlie, and Winnie were each holding a little jack o lantern that lit up as you walked up the aisle towards Garth and Castiel, who you found out was officiating the wedding.

Dean released you from his arm with a kiss on the cheek and Garth took your hand into his.

“I was not expecting to do this tonight but we are gathered here tonight to join Y/N and Garth in holy matrimony. Garth has prepared something special for Y/N, in place of vows.”

“Thank you Castiel.” You smiled as Garth took hold of your other hand. “Y/N, there is no doubt that I love you, I mean I have loved you since we were kids. We have an amazing daughter and a life together that I wouldn't trade for anything.” You met his eye and he smiled. “You are the only one for me, everyone would agree. I will spend the rest of my days loving you, and our children - however many we have. You make my life so much better.”

You felt him wipe away a tear and he smiled at you, his own eyes misty. “I love you too.”

“Get on with it!”

“Put a cork in it Unca Dean!”

“Okay Garth, do you take Y/N to be your wife?”

“I do.” You watched as he slipped a band that matched your engagement ring onto your ring finger.

“Do you Y/N, take Garth to be your husband?”

“I do.” Winnie pressed something into your hand and you thanked her. You slipped the ring onto Garth's finger and grinned.

“With the power invested me by Heaven and my father, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Garth, you may now kiss your bride.” The kiss only last a few seconds, but as soon as the two of you broke apart, Winnie ran up to the two of you and almost knocked you over.

“Mama, can I spend the night at Aunt Charlie’s ?”

“You don't want to stay with Uncle Dean for the night?” She shook her head and the two of you chuckled. “Aunt Charlie can watch you, but only if she says yes, okay?”

‘'Kay!”

You knew this playlist and you laughed as Howlin’ for You started playing. Garth wrapped his arms around your waist and the two of you swayed along with the beat. You felt his mouth right by your ear and you blushed as he told you what he was planning after everyone left. The song changed and Winnie pulled Garth away to dance, and when Dean approached and asked for a dance, you agreed.

“I never thought I would see the day when Dean Winchester asks for a dance.” He spun you in a circle and pulled you back in. His hand was resting on your back and you grinned.

“This is a special case.” He looked away from you and you heard a low chuckle coming from him. You watched Sam and Eileen dance in the corner, and even Charlie and Cas were swaying along to the music. It was your turn to chuckle and it warmed your heart as your eyes landed on Garth and Winnie. She was standing on top of his feet as the music played on. “So any special plans for tonight?”

“You know damn well what’s going to go on after all of you leave.” You wanted to stop there but your mouth and brain decided against it. “I’m going to tap him like a maple tree, Dean.”

“Gross, why did I even ask that..” Dean blanched pulled away and you chuckled.

“YOU ASKED WINCHESTER, remember that!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pull him back towards you. “Hey Dean?”

“What?”

“Garth is going to put piece A into slot B and repeat vigorously. There’s going to be so much going on tonight that I won’t know where I end and Garth begins. We are going to hump like bunnies…”

“Stop, for the love of God just stop.”

“You started this train Dean and guess what? The fuck train has no breaks.”

“PHRASING Y/N.” You kissed Dean on the cheek with a giggle after the song ended and made your way back over to Garth. There weren’t many guests but when one trickled out, the rest went with them. Charlie had Winnie’s overnight bag on her shoulders and Winnie made sure to get a hug and kiss from the two of you before they took off.

“Alone at last, Mr. Fitzgerald. What should we do?”

“How’s about I carry you upstairs and show you, Mrs. Fitzgerald?”

#SPN One shot #Garth x Reader #Sam x Eileen #Garth Fitzgerald IV #Garth oneshot #SPN #Supernatural

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