#I'm in such a mood to play something spooky tonight

[becca-e-barnes]

becca i can't believe i found your blog again!! i lost it a few months ago and ran into it yesterday <3 i loved reading the recent blurbs and it made me think of subby!bucky being a hardass but when in the bedroom he just wants you to humiliate the shit out of him

I haven't talked about how great subby men are in so long and I've really missed it 🤤 and I'm so glad you've enjoyed catching up on my stuff!!

I love to imagine the way a submissive Bucky lets himself give in to you entirely. If you want him to beg, he'll beg. If you ask him to degrade himself, he'll do that. He gets off on how pathetic he feels and realistically, he gets to the point where he thinks he might do anything just to please you.

And I think he'd adore having you take what you need from him, while almost minimising his pleasure because imagine grinding yourself on him without letting him inside you.

Your sex is so slick with evidence of your arousal and while it would be fun to just touch yourself and make him watch, the throbbing length of his thick erection tempts you. There's no harm in working him up, after all. He whines so much sweeter when he's desperate.

He's got no objections to you placing yourself on top of him. His dick is heavy, leaking precum and you almost consider abandoning your plan in favour of feeling him lose himself in your mouth instead. As delightful as that sounds though, you're desperate for some control and this is how you want to take it.

The first few rolls of your hips help to coat his length with your arousal. The glide gets easier with each pass and very soon you realise you can focus on the pleasure, rather than just the logistics.

The way his dick rubs your clit is heavenly. It's luxurious, almost decadent and nothing inside you feels guilty about being selfish. Not with Bucky's strong hands on your hips guiding your movements.

"You're so wet." He whispers, eyes wide, watching you in wonder. You're so lost in your own pleasure and he lives for it.

"I know." You don't feel embarrassed in the slightest. It's true after all. "This is all that dick of yours is good for. You're just a warm toy for me to use." Blunt fingernails bite into the meat of your hips at the same time your partner stifles a moan.

"Did you think you were anything more than that?" You notice his hesitation before he shakes his head. "Good. I don't even care if you cum tonight. In fact, I'd prefer you didn't. The mess is such an inconvenience but I hope you realise that I'm going to cum over and over. I think it's only fair. I'm being so kind to you, giving you something to dream of when you touch your pathetic cock later."

He can hardly control himself. This is everything he's been so desperate to hear and now he's getting it, it's almost a relief. He doesn't need to think for himself. He can give his body over to you, someone that he trusts and knows that by the end of the evening, he'll have cum until he physically can't anymore.

"I need to feel you." He whimpers, kissing your neck and shoulders. "Please. I miss being inside you."

His cheeks are blazing, flushed with arousal and embarrassment as one of your hands tangles in his hair, forcing his mouth off your skin. His eyes meet yours and your cunt flutters at the power you have over his man. He makes you feel desired and it's entirely addictive.

"Don't be stupid." Your voice is steady, carrying the confidence that he instills in you. "You don't deserve to fuck me. Why do you think I care about what you need? This isn't for you."

Lust bubbles over, his hands planted either side of your waist to stop them from trembling and although you know that you'll give in later, it's fun to watch him unravel at being denied what he needs most.

[oneforthemunny]

all dressed up |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie won't come to a halloween party with you, so you decide to go by yourself... in a costume you know he won't approve of. based off of this prompt :) thank you to whoever sent it in! you can read the rest of my spooky stories series here!

contains: smut. minors dni. language. dom/sub themes- really dom/brat themes lol. all pre-consented ofc. spanking, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex. daddy kink. eddie's a little more of a hard dom in this. mafia themes but nothing graphic.

You saw the mess of curls move behind you once, then again, snapping towards your frame with a fury that had you fighting back a shiver, trying to remain casual and unbothered, applying your lipstick on in the large vanity mirror.

"What are you wearing?"

Your lips pursed, rolling them to keep your own triumphant grin back. His tone, the sharpness and snapping of his words, eyes still boring at you through the mirror; you had him right where you wanted.

"A costume." You hummed, so casual it made Eddie's head spin. Your eyes finally met his in the mirror, calm and vacant of the usual bratty, defiant glare he was expecting. "It's Halloween, Ed. You're supposed to wear a costume."

Eddie's snort follows before you can finish your sentence, posture straightening just enough to look menacing, his own expression still calm but entirely unimpressed. "So you chose to wear that, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, dramatic enough that you were sure he saw it- you wanted him to. "What's that supposed to mean?" You eyes narrowed, meeting his challengingly through them mirror, though you didn't turn around to face him.

Eddie nodded slowly, no signs of aggravation, or irritation even at your snarly mood. "Stand up f'me." His voice hardened, slipping into commanding that had your body jolting, eager to please. "Let me get a good look at you. See the whole thing."

You scoffed, despite the rush of excitement that was flooding red hot through your entire body, pushing your small stool back from the vanity. The dress barely covered your ass, resting just below the swell- dangerously short. Eddie's chest roared with possessive furious heat at the thought of you bending over, showing anyone what was between your legs, what belonged to him.

"You look pretty, baby." He didn't miss the way your shoulders fell, slumped with shocked disappointment. "What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm an angel." You batted your eyes sweetly, a purr to your tone that had Eddie's heart jumping.

"You sure are." Eddie matched your tone, effortlessly flirtatious, lips curling in a half grin.

"I don't have my wings and my halo on yet." You smoothed the white material of your dress down, smoothing out a wrinkle.

"You don't have your dress on either, do you?" Eddie cooed, his tone soft and light. You almost missed his question.

"Yeah I do." You frowned, looking down at your dress. "This is what I'm wearing."

"Oh, baby," Eddie laughed softly, shaking his head. "That's cute, but you're not going out in that."

"Yes, I am." Your voice was fierce, already snapping with fight.

"C'mon," Eddie scoffed with a slight smirk, rolling his eyes lightly like you were so silly, like it was a teasing joke you were playing on him. "You're not wearin' that out, sweet thing. Especially not with me not around. Go on and change into something else."

"I'm not changing." You huffed, nose scrunching with annoyance. "I'm wearing this, and if you don't want me wearing it without you, then you should come. Like you said you would."

Eddie nodded slowly, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek. "I told you, baby, I can't come tonight-"

"-You don't want to come tonight." You snapped. "There's a difference."

"Hm," Eddie hummed, exhaling slowly, eyes still on you so fiercely you were beginning to squirm.

"You said you would come, Ed." Your voice teetered off into a whine, turning to him with pleading eyes.

The same fight you'd had for the past week, since Eddie pulled out of going to Nancy and Jonathan's Halloween party with you, claiming he was "too busy". You knew the truth. That he was uncomfortable being around your friends, people who might judge him, side eye him with fear when he came in.

"No one's going to care that you're there. You're coming with me." You pleaded, trying to rationalize with him.

"I told you, I'm busy." Eddie's tone clipped with harshness, eyes scanning over your frame.

Your lips pressed together, arms crossing over your chest in fury. "Fine." You snapped. "But I'm not changing."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not." You growled. "I like what I'm wearing, and I think other people will like it too." It was a low blow, one that you knew was risky, might send Eddie over the edge and break his calm exterior- which was exactly what you wanted.

He knew that, which is why he swallowed back the commanding bark in his throat, though you didn't miss the way his nostrils flared.

Nails tapping against your folded arms, your lips twisted. "I thought you'd like what I had on, too." Your tone was still harsh, but filled with an edge of a sultry purr at the end, hands sliding down your hips suggestively. "I thought you liked it when I dressed up for you."

You were definitely playing dirty now, you both knew it. But Eddie allowed it, allowed you to walk towards him, straddling his lap, legs spread and on either side of his spread thighs so your dress rode up, exposing the tiny, lacy white g-string underneath.

"Thought you liked it when I wore a little costume, hm?" Your nose was brushing his, lips tickling when they ghosted over his.

His jaw clenched to keep himself from breaking, to keep from kissing you and pinning you to the mattress, fucking you until you were a pliant mess under him, knees knocking when you walked afterwards, still leaking him down your thighs.

"I do like it." Eddie's voice was strained, swallowing back a flustered shake. "Love it when you dress up f'me, you know that."

You hummed, soft and airy, your hands wrapped around his neck, nails raking over his skin. "So come with me tonight. See me all dressed up." Your lips brushed over his, just light enough to drive him wild, have his hands twitching.

"You don't even have to dress up, Ed. Just come with me." You grinned, nipping at his bottom lip, smug at how his breath hitched. "I'll be dressed up enough for the both of us."

"Not in that dress, you won't." Eddie's eyes met yours, hard with challenge. "Told you, you're not wearing that dress out."

You blinked at him, scoffing before pushing back, sitting back on the tops of his thighs. Eddie couldn't help but look under your parted legs, lacy panties fully on display and barely covering your slit.

"Yeah? You won't be there to stop me from wearing it." You snarled, pulling your legs down onto the red carpet beneath you with a stomp.

"I'll wear whatever I want." You growled, standing between Eddie's legs, pushing the dress back down and into place, smoothing out the wrinkles. Your gaze met his, eyes narrowed with anger, a gentle snarl on your lips that told him your were about to say something mean.

"Maybe I'll find someone there who actually appreciates my costume." You turned with a scoff, barely stepping out from between Eddie's legs before a strong hand caught your wrist, yanking you back towards him.

A gasp tore from your chest, shocking realization flooding your system as Eddie hauled you over his knee, pinning each of your wrists to the small of your with his hand effortlessly.

"Wait! Wait! Eddie-" You squirmed frantically, trying to loosen his grip while he wasted no time shoving your dress up, leaving you bare in your tiny panties.

"Wait, no, I-I'll change, Ed. I was just- oh!" You squealed at the impact, his hand leaving a stinging impact on your left ass cheek.

Eddie didn't lecture you, didn't coo at you until you were sniffly and babbling while he spanked you. Instead, he stayed silent. delivering thundering hits to your backside, heavily focusing on the underside where your thighs met your ass- where he knew people could see the lasting handprints in your dress. It was calculated and mean, left your sniffling and wailing with each hit, shamelessly soaked and grinding onto his leg.

"I'll change! I'll change my outfit!" You wailed, hips lifting and thrashing to the right, trying to twist and avoid his burning assault on your ass.

"Stop it, Ed! I said I'll change!" You huffed, stomping your foot onto the ground, bratty and demanding. Eddie's cock strained behind his dress pants at the sound, delivering another hard spank to the center of your ass, that echoed through the room with a resounding clap.

"Stooop!" You whined, high pitched and nasally, wriggling in his grip. "You're gonna r-ruin my makeup!" You could feel the prickling of a sob threatening to take over, a floodgate that would be much worse than the few tears that had already slipped out.

"I'll be good! I'll change my dress! Ok? I will, Ed!" You howled at the next two blows, leaving your spine arching, lifting off the silk sheets.

"Look at me." Eddie finally spoke in a gravelly growl, his free hand catching your jaw, holding you up to look at him. Your eyes shifted to his, blinking back tears and fighting back wet, pitiful sniffles.

"You gonna listen to me now? Ready to be good for me?" Eddie's voice still wasn't in it's usual coo, but softer than before, leaving your lip wobbling.

"Yes," Your voice squeaked, teary though you tried to fight it.

"What do you say to Daddy?" Eddie lifted a brow, sternness still in his features. "For being so mean before, what do you say? Hm? What do good girls say when they've been mean and bad?"

"'M sorry." You muttered, eyes dropping from his gaze with bashful shame.

"Look at me." Eddie growled, hand tightening around your jaw lightly. "You know better. Need me to take you in the office, hm? Go get the paddle?"

"No," You tried to shake your head, stiffened by his grasp.

"Then what do you say? Let me hear you, loud and clear. And you better keep those eyes on me when you say it. You know how you're supposed to do it." Eddie's voice was harsh, enough to leave you shaking with fear and pleasure, throbbing between your legs. He didn't miss the way your hips rocked down on his leg when he spoke to you.

"I-I'm sorry." Your pitch raised, voice wobbling when you spoke up, your eyes locked on his. "I won't be mean anymore, Daddy. I'll be good. I-I promise."

Eddie hummed, satisfied, his grip loosening on your cheeks, letting go of your hands. Your arms ached, wrist rubbed sore from the chafing of skin on skin. Eddie settled you back, perched on the edge of his thigh, fighting back a grin when you hissed at your raw backside touching his pants.

"That's a good girl. That's my good girl." Eddie cooed softly, pulling you into his chest, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. "You know I hate having to be mean to you like that, but you have to listen to my rules, baby."

"I-I know." Your hiccupy voice was soft, chest heaving with a cry you were still trying to swallow. "I just... I really want you to come with me tonight, Ed." You squeaked, tilting your head back to look at him.

"I know you don't want to, but... it would mean a lot to me if you did." You whispered, fingers nervously toying with the edge of his shirt. "I just want to be with you and my friends. I don't-I don't like it having to be separate all the time. I just want one night where- where it feels normal."

Eddie's chest ached, pulling you closer to him. He was going soft, he was sure of it. Soft and ruined completely by you- not that he minded.

"I'll go with you tonight." Eddie hesitated, eyes flickering down to yours carefully, watching yours fill with excitement, lighting up at his words. "But, I'm having Gareth and Max wait outside. In case any shit happens-"

"-It won't-"

"-Just incase." Eddie cut you off, giving you a pointed look that had you nodding, curling back into his hold. "And, you're still changing."

You bit back a smile, nodding. "Yeah, probably can't wear this now." You giggled lightly. "Kinda ruined it."

"Oh, sweetheart, I haven't ruined it yet." Eddie grinned, hand squeezing your waist just to hear you squeal before he flipped you back onto the bed, hovering over you.

"I do like this costume." His lips hovered over yours, curls from his bangs tickling your own forehead, leaving you squirming.

"But I think I want it," His lips pressed to yours, a full kiss that lasted far too shortly for your liking, eyes barely closing in pleasure before he pulled back.

"All," Kiss.

"To," Kiss.

"Myself."

You whined into his mouth, his thigh strategically moving between your legs, bumping with your clothed pussy, teasingly.

"You think you can do that for me?" Eddie's breath ghosted over your lips, dragging over your cheek, pressing a hot, wet kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Think this can be just f'me, baby?"

"Mm-hmm." You whimpered, hands sliding over his shoulders, pulling him back towards you, closer and closer. "Just for you."

"Just for me." Eddie grinned, pressing a kiss to your jaw, teeth grazing barely, leaving you jumping with excitement.

"You do look so pretty though. My pretty girl, always." Eddie praised softly, pushing off the mattress to look at you fully. You whined, fist balling around his shirt, trying to keep him close, flush to you.

Eddie batted them away gently, his hands sliding down your frame to your legs, wrapped around his waist, spreading them gently. "I do think you should keep on these," Eddie rasped, finger tracing over your clothed slit, down the seam of your panties while you arched into his touch, desperate for more.

"Please, Ed, please." You begged, mind already spacing with needy pleasure.

"Shh, I got you, baby. I'll take care of you." Eddie soothed you gently, hands cupping under your knees, pushing your thighs back to your chest. "I've got you, sweet thing. Just hold your legs up f'me. Can you do that?"

You nodded eagerly, shaking hands grabbing at your kneecaps, jerking them towards your chest in a tight grip. Eddie grinned, sliding down your frame, knees sinking into the carpet. "Good girl." Eddie growled, hands on your waist, dragging you to the edge of the bed, grinning at how you gasped.

His fingers ghosted over your slit again, pressing in and giving a gentle, teasing rub over your aching clit that had you crying out, nails digging into your skin before he finally hooked your panties to the side. Tongue tracing down one lip, down the other, then right to the middle, just a featherlight, teasing that had you squirming in frustration.

You were close to voicing your frustration, the whine caught in your throat when Eddie's face pressed into your cunt, nose brushing with your clit, tongue lapping at your folds. Your hands moved to his hair, pulling him in closer and closer, hips swiveling down, pressing further and further into him. He didn't stop until you were crying out, breathy and broken, babbling on and on, "'m gonna cum, E-Eddie, I'm- oh!" music to his ears.

"Look at you," Eddie cooed, stilling himself when he filled you, stuffed full of his cock, grinning at the glassy, love stricken look in your eye. "You are an angel, hm? The prettiest fuckin' angel I've ever seen."

Nails sinking into the mattress, you balled the silk sheets in your hand as he started to move, slow but deep rolls of his hips into yours. "I-I don't have my wings on." You babbled brainlessly, mind spinning and reeling with pleasure. "O-Or my- oh! Right there, Ed- Or my halo."

"Don't need it." Eddie sucked a breath in between gritted teeth, his strokes coming faster now, sending your eyes rolling back.

"You're always an angel. Prettiest- fuck- prettiest angel in the world. My pretty angel." Eddie reached for your chin, grabbing it so you looked at him through fluttering lashes. "You're my pretty girl. You know that? You know it, don't you, baby?"

"Ye-Yes." You clenched at his words, and for a moment, he saw stars, letting out a deep groan of pleasure.

"Let me hear you." Eddie's grip tightened around your jaw. "I wanna hear you say it. Say you're my pretty girl."

"I-I'm yours, Ed." Your head tilted back, tummy tightening as you teetered closer and closer to your orgasm.

The small slap to your cheek had you gasping, attention pulled back to Eddie. His brows furrowed, lips in a tight, concentrated line. "That's not what I said." Eddie shook his head. "Thought you were gonna listen to Daddy?"

"I-I am." You whined, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling Eddie in closer to you.

"Then do what I said." Eddie tilted his head towards you, looking down the slope of his nose at you. "Say it. I wanna hear you."

You bit back a whimper, gasping at a particularly perfect stroke that had your vision blurring. "I-I'm you're pretty girl."

"Who's pretty girl?" Eddie coaxed, the pad of his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. His breath ragged, chest starting to heave- you knew he was close too.

"Y-Yours." You choked out, tears of pleasure brimming your waterline.

"That's right." Eddie growled, folding himself over top of you, lips catching yours in a sloppy kiss. His hand slid between your bodies, circling your clit just right until you were writhing, scratching down his skin as you came undone, his own release following shortly after.

You were late to the party.

Not that either of you minded, really. And it wasn't like anyone there dared to say anything either. Even Nancy, who just gave you a wide smile when she opened the door.

"You made it!" She squealed, pulling you into a hug.

"Yeah, sorry. We had to take the dogs out." You lied easily, eyes cutting over to Eddie's with a small smile.

Nancy's brow raised gently, though she said nothing. "H-Hey, Eddie." You didn't miss the way her grip tightened on the door, opening it wider so you two could walk in. "Glad you could come."

"Yeah. Thanks for havin' me." Eddie nodded, stiff with an unusual uncomfortableness. He felt awkward being in his street clothes- ripped jeans and chains, a band tee (a Dio shirt you claimed would be perfect- "a devil and an angel!"), instead of the usual designer wear he'd grown so accustomed to. He felt truly back in high school, just as nervous as he was then.

Your hand slid down the leather of his jacket, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "Um, well, drinks and snacks are in the kitchen- you know where the kitchen is." Nancy looked at you with a nod, the music growing louder and louder as soon as you entered the house.

You followed her through the house, passing by the numerous people, ignoring how they'd stop, still, eyes wide and stare when Eddie passed, whispering in shushed tones behind your back.

"Help yourself to whatever." Nancy smiled, motioning to the array of alcohol. "I got you Bacardi Breezers, a whole pack." She gave you a teasing smile.

You laughed back, shaking your head, giving a slight shiver. "Oh, great. It'll be just like senior year all over again." You smirked. Eddie's interest piqued, though he kept his gaze nonchalant, scanning the room, making a mental note to ask you about that later.

"I'm gonna go make sure no one's broke anything, but I'll be right back." Nancy nodded, giving your arms a gentle squeeze, before shimmying through the crowds of people.

"You want anything?" You asked, reaching for the colorful glass bottle out of the pack.

"No." Eddie shook his head.

"Not even a beer?" You lifted a brow, turning back to him. "They have Miller."

"I'm good, baby." Eddie nodded sweetly, eyes catching with a guy who was staring, narrowing his gaze just barely before he looked aways. "You get whatever you want."

You looked over at him, twisting the bottle in your hand. "Can you open this?"

Eddie obliged, of course, cracking it on his belt buckle- a trick he learned from years ago, from when he still saw half of these people every day in the hell that was high school.

You took him to the living room, finding a corner tucked away from the beer pong set up in the middle, the people drunkenly dancing and chatting.

Eddie sat down in the small arm chair, hand around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You hissed, face crumpling for a moment, wiggling to a comfortable spot.

"You hurting?" Eddie frowned, head ducking towards you.

"No, I just forgot." You muttered, bashfully. "I'm fine."

"You'd tell me if you weren't?" Eddie lifted a brow.

"You know I would." You smiled reassuringly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I think I like this dress better." You looked down at the long, silk, white dress you'd swapped the other out for. "Looks more angelic."

"Anything you put on looks angelic, baby." Eddie grinned playfully, positively sweet and silly. His face fell after a moment, scanning the room, looking to make sure no one was watching- he couldn't dare have someone see him like this, boyish and silly and so, so in love.

You giggled, pressing the bottle to your lips, taking a quick swig. "Thank you for coming with me." You hummed, leaning your head on his shoulder, the feathers of your halo headpiece tickling chin.

"C'mon," Eddie muttered lightly, squeezing your hip. "Do anything for you, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Eddie nodded, looking down at you. "You've ruined me. Made me soft."

You giggled, pulling back to look at him. "Is that a bad thing?"

"For you? No." Eddie grinned softly. "Best thing that's ever happened to me. You know that."

You beamed under his praise, hands grabbing his cheeks, pulling him into a sloppy make out right there in the corner of the party, and Eddie felt like he was sixteen again.

"You're so sweet." You hummed, starry eyed and airy when you pulled apart. "So good to me."

"You deserve it." Eddie muttered, cheeks pricking with a heat he couldn't fight off. "Plus, this isn't all bad. Better than I thought it would be." He looked around the room. You both seemed to blend in, get lost in the crowd now, everyone else doing their own thing while you watched.

"Really?" You grinned widely. "Told you it would be fun."

"Yeah, you were right." Eddie nodded, eyes rolling down your frame. "Plus you were right, I do love to see you in a costume." He growled, leaving you squealing with giggles.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Sweet Amber, How are you doing? I know its Curtis and Honey week going on and I might sound selfish and I'm sorry for that but I really want to know how does halloween look like for Alpha Steve and LO?

What do they do in spooky season? I have a feeling LO craves for pumpkin latte and pumpkin pie. and Steve would bake her some pumpkin cupcakes from the scratch.

Ahhh, yes it might be Curtis and Honey month, just because they are domestic bliss and Honey LOVES fall even if Curtis isn't as fond of it. Lol.

BUT I am always open for talking about Alpha Steve and Little One as long as you guys all want to hear about those two! I love them heart and soul. They will always live with me.

I was just saying last night about how I can picture Steve making the woods around the lake into a pumpkin walk for the pack, but mostly for his Little One because he just knows she will love it.

They would play with each other, chasing one another through the forest while the Jack o Lanterns were all lit up.

I did write this little image back in 2020 (Omg how have I been on here working on Alpha Steve and Little One for so long?)

But Steve would go all out for Halloween, because his Little One was denied it for so long that all holidays are gonna be big and special for them. Both in private and with the rest of their pack.

All the wild bonfire dances, dressing up and trick or treating with the kids in the nearby town, at home Little One and Steve make all the fall themed desserts and drinks till they are unable to have anymore. Then they share with everyone. Sara will just randomly come over and raid Little Ones cookie jar.

Scary movie marathons, pumpkin carving contests and telling each other spooky stories in the nest. On Halloween night Little One can be found standing on the back deck, admiring the moon and claiming she can feel the magic of the night while Steve is hugging her from behind, rumbling he will keep her safe while kissing and nuzzling her.

Halloween becomes a time of playfulness for the wolves, hunting one another in the bond and while shifted through the autumn forest- darting through colorful piles of leaves and snapping at them while they are floating down to the forest floor. The harvest moons are so bright that all through the night the wolves sing their songs, making the night a little more wild feeling.

But let's get in our soft Alpha Steve and Little One feels-

Steve thought of himself as a decent cook. He could make a mean breakfast on the stovetop, whip together a meal on the grill, and in times of necessity from his howling commando days, he could make something on the fire that could feet a whole troop.

But baking wasn't exactly his area of expertise. But when you rolled over to him in the nest, nuzzling up against him with that sleepy satisfaction that you went into at times, usually after the two of them had completely wrecked each other, you muttered something about craving some pumpkin chocolate chip muffins, like the ones in town.

That bakery was closed, but Steve was a determined wolf and with the encouragement of the Alpha and the Little Wolf, he scooped you up, making you giggle while wrapping your bare thighs around his waist and arms around his neck, nuzzling in against his neck and nibbling with touches of your tongue rasping along the column of his neck. "What are you doing Alpha?"

"You're gonna teach me to make you those muffins." He informed you while perching you onto the edge of a counter, biting your shoulder playfully before reaching for your mouth, kissing you enough to make you whimper when he pulled away.

"You gonna cook for me naked?" You teased as he pulled away and Steve rolled a shoulder while opening up the pantry. His muscled back and tight ass making you tilt your head and bite your lip.

"Snack and a Show Little One. Tell me what we need."

So you did, listing off ingredients and going step by step, watching as Steve was meticulous in following your instructions. All while you taste sampled whenever he held up the spoon to double-check the taste, teasing one another with little playful quips or quick little touches that made Steve constantly growl at you while he was trying to concentrate.

Never serious though, cause he would sneak you looks with encouragement for you to continue. In your bond the Alpha and Little One chased at each other, disappearing from each of your consciousness from time to time.

You just let your lips wrap around Steve's thick calloused fingertip, sucking off the pumpkin muffin batter while humming. His eyes flashed dangerously glowing blue at you. "Mmhh, more spice." You leaned over towards the jars of spices lined up nearby and plucked one up, popping it open and inhaling. "Mmhh, yup, needs more this."

Steve sniffed at it, his nose curling at the strong spiced scent. "You sure? I already added lots of this."

"Oh I'm sure." You plucked the bottle from him and gave a generous shake. "And now, the second best part. Besides the pumpkin."

"Ahhh, the chocolate." Steve dangled an open bag in front of you, allowing you to shove your hand in and grab some of the rich morsels of chocolate.

"The chocolate. Dump them all in Steve!" You held a frozen chip out to him, and he opened his mouth for you to pop it in for him while he did as you requested.

Finally, Steve was very carefully placing the muffin tin into the oven and pushing aside the dirty dishes away from you, he stepped into your embrace, your legs wrapping around his waist again and your hands sweeping up his hairy muscled chest while you stared at him with hooded eyes.

"You know the way to your mate's heart, chocolate chip pumpkin muffins. I should thank you."

You felt his hands sweep along your back and lay claim to the globes of your ass, pulling your center into himmmm. "How you wanna do that Little One?" He rumbled and you started placing kisses along his collarbone.

Chirping out "I got 25 minutes, I got some ideas." You pushed at his chest to push him back and hopped off the counter, twisting to lay your upper half against the cool counter while your ass pushed out for Steve.

The rumble of approval behind you made you grin. "24 now Steve."

[ladyzerodark]

May take a break from spooky month tonight. My mood has been not great since yesterday and I honestly don't think Amnesia is a good idea tonight. In talks with Claire to see if she wants to play something, but I'm probably going to move Amnesia to Saturday and keep Bendy as a backup.

[bree4]

i know who killed me chapter 3

"today marks the one year anniversary of the mysterious death of Charlie Summers, a fourteen year old boy who was in the eighth grade, he loved Halloween, and all things spooky. on this day his school is celebrating him by wearing the colour orange to mark the day he was murdered." the news reporter explains what is happening at school today, it's our final year of middle school for Olivia and i, Ethan started as a freshman in high school this year. he kind of drifted away from the two of us and Olivia started to drift away from me. it was tough year. we barely keep in touch, Olivia became popular on Tiktok for lip syncing and telling stories about our friend group for the world to hear. i miss Charlie, i did a summerween this year i asked the others if they wanted to join both promising to come but never did in the end.... 

Thursday August 31, 2017 : Summerween

"okay let's start with hocus pocus then we can watch some horror movies", Olivia suggests she's wearing a angel halo and some wings with white jean shorts and a white crop top, Ethan is wearing a shirt that says 'this is my costume' on the front, with pj pants with jack o lanterns all over, i decided on wearing a sheet to look like a ghost and Charlie decided to wear a Vampire costume and of course he went full out.

his room had orange lights and little jack o lanterns hanging from the wall he has fake pumpkins on the floor, a witch cauldron on his vanity desk, and the room smells like pumpkin spice latte, it's cozy. the movie starts and we all sit on the floor in front of the Tv, the film begins and our attention is focused. Charlie sits next to me and i get those butterflies again, he's so close that i can smell his pumpkin spice lotion he gets at bath and body works it's such an amazing scent. the film is playing and we are all watching but i feel Charlie's pinky finger wrap over mine and i get nervous not because i don't want it to happen but i'm nervous of Ethan and Olivia to see. i link my pinky finger with his and lean closer to him. the butterflies come again, and i allow it. 

Wednesday October 31, 2017

i'm sitting on the bus it's quiet i have my headphones  in to ignore everyone else, the school is a sea of orange, everyone wore something orange ; ironic because Charlie liked the colour yellow more than he did orange. Olivia is sitting with her new group of friends at the outside lunch table she gives me a nod as i pass by. she became popular and everything Charlie would have hated, because when it was the four of us we never cared about being cool. Ethan also stopped taking art and posting on tumblr, changed his style and became an athlete at anoka high he started volleyball this fall than he plans on wrestling in the winter, i don't recognize either of them. 

Thursday August 31, 2017 

the first film ends and we decide to make halloween cookies so we head down to the kitchen. Ethan and Olivia are preparing the baking sheet i started to grab the bowl and Charlie grabbed the ingredients. we play a fall playlist to set the chilly mood. it's how we always been and how i think we always will be. the core four and the halloween spirit will never end. 

Wednesday October 31,2018

the school day drags on and normally i would have been so excited for tonight but it doesn't feel right, not without him. 

"Liam?" Mr.Kutcherson was speaking to me this entire time but i wasn't paying attention. 

"sorry what?" i don't care.

"i was asking how are things? do you need anyone to talk to? i know this can be a tough time for you three." 

"three?" i chuckle we haven't been a 'three' in a year.

Thursday August 31, 2017

The timer goes off meaning the cookies are ready, Charlie and Olivia race to the kitchen Ethan behind them and i'm just behind Ethan. the kitchen smells of brown sugar and delight, i know it's only August but i swear the smell has a scent only Autumn can own.

Wednesday October 31,2018

"i'm fine." i lie.

"if there's any-"

"yep" i cut him off because i can't do the pity, not today. i open the office door and almost bump into the person on the other side of the door, it's Olivia. she looks like she's about to talk but i walk past her. rushing into the bathroom i need to get to a stall. i can't let people see me cry.

Thursday August 31,2017

"So i was thinking when it gets dark we can go take pictures in the park, have a fun halloween photo shoot?" Olivia is asking us.

"Charlie that's what i was thinking we can do, we can post them to Tumblr and  Instagram too." he's excited and i love how his cheeks turn flushed with colour.

later that night we walkover to river front memorial park to take pictures Charlie packs his yellow Kanken bag full of props and we head out, people give us funny looks as we pass them on the main street. but we don't care, it's our day. the park is beautiful it's near the water and you can see the field and stage where the town holds events and memorial day for veterans. it's smaller than the other parks but it should be okay this time of night because there shouldn't be a ton of people there. we set up on the path nearest the trees take a few pictures than take one some on the open grass area. Charlie brought his tiny jack o lanterns and small bat decorations. we pose and it's a blast. after that we lay on the grass and stare at the night sky. 

"what do you think will happen when leave this place?" Charlie asks the group.

"what do you mean?" Olivia responds.

"like when we are older and we go to college and move away from Anoka, do you think we will still be friends?" he seems worried.

"duh" i say.

"i can't think of a life where it isn't the four of us." reassuring myself and him.

"i think we will go to college Liam will probably go to UCLA for a degree in Film and Art, Ethan will go to MIT and become a huge science nerd."Olivia says.

"hey!" Ethan shoves her.

"haha, and i think i will probably want to go to Harvard and study law, but you Charlie i think you will be bigger than all of us. like a fashion designer or something. maybe even be a huge you tuber one day and live in New York and London, maybe Even Montreal if you can speak french."

"Oui, Oui." Charlie says and we all laugh. i reach over and i hold Charlie's hand staring at the sky i smile in admiration.

Wednesday October 31, 2018

i finality calm down but my eyes burn from crying they are red as i stare in the mirror.

"it's okay to cry you know." i hear his voice.

"i know." i respond but i quickly look around because i swear that was Charlie's voice i just heard. i'm going crazy. i leave the bathroom and i see the cops at the end of the hallway near the principals office. why are they here?

[archived-and-moving]

Reading textbook chapters can be so ugh dude (is in the middle of reading stuff for his and had to stop in the middle. whoopsies.) However I've been trying to like. plank or do push-ups for one paragraph then rest while reading. Idk why but it's like as soon as I sit down to read informational text my brain is like alrighty boys deploy as much energy as you can. Make him want to run a 5k. But this works pretty well! (except for the fact that I Cannot plank very long. started out on every two paragraphs then off one but my arms got tired.) but i feel like those dude bros in the movies, working out and getting smort.

Ada;lkj bestie congrats on your last semester, that's such an awesome thing to be able to celebrate!! And also tacking onto that. How could you not brag about six associates degrees. That's incredible! I'm having trouble arranging my core classes around two. Six is awesome!!! Literally so excited for you to graduate w/ seven whole degrees in your hand.

And oh yeah yeah yeah Ori and the Blind Forest!! Saw those giftsets you rbed and sent a couple to a good friend of mind who's obsessed w/ those kinds of indie games. She'd already played it, but she Highly recommended it to me, so it's actually on my list of games to play. And ough Omori!! I haven't heard too much about it, but I really like it's art style and score! Super spooky!

I'm glad you're doing alright, all things considered!

I myself and doing pretty good as well. Our school for some reason makes us go on break and THEN has midterms a week later, so I finished up some mid-terms/finals last week and am starting some new classes this semester. Taking speech to get it out of the way so that I (hopefully) won't have to take it in college. But oh man is my teacher an interesting one. The way she formats her class it's easy to pass, but we quite literally have a quiz! Every day! Until late february!

Just finishing up some homework for that and another class. (Trying to get ahead since she posts the videos we listen to ahead of time, but it is terribly disinterested so that's incredible. /s) Other than that though doing good myself. Sport is starting up again soon, and I'm overall enjoying life.

Hmm artistic endeavors. I've been doodling a lot. I haven't really done much digital stuff since I haven't been able to get into the mood, did do a finitar drawing in pen which. Disappointed and proud of myself at the same time. I'm also planning a kotlc pride month and Other Weeks that I really hope to create something for. But yeah! Lots and lots and lots of doodles.

Thenn writing side I haven't done too much either. Wanted to write something tonight but idk if I'll have time since I have to finish up studying, take a shower and do other house hold stuff. But I've been researching stuff for a fic that is like. My special interest. I LOVE researching about a very specific topic that I will not disclose for...mysterious author reasons.

Though now that you've been talking about games, my mind wandered to Stray, which is probably one of my favorite games I've played. I'd say I'm probably around a third or fourth of the way through, and it's just. incredible. I love dystopian worlds and incredible art, but I also like balancing the stress fight scenes with exploring stuff. Which this game does really well in my opinion. (also. you are a kitty. which I think makes it 17 times better.)

But yeah overall!!! P good! Stressed but like that classic kitten poster, I'm hanging in there.

hiiii quil i was JUST thinking bout you then BOOM you're on my dash. how's your day bestie. how is Life.

hiiii Tobi *twirls hair* *twirls hair* *twirls--

Very sweet of you to ask, I have been doing alright. Had to read three textbook chapters in two days to do an assignment (each chapter takes about an hour) which was OUGH but I did it. And it's a subject I'm interested in so it's okay I forgive the professor. Also got another material sorted (had a bit of a Situation with an access code for a thing, but it's good now)

Basically life has been me getting into the swing of the semester. Final semester! I graduate in April, so that's pretty cool! Doing things a little out of order though because I already have six associates degrees (2 year college degrees) and will just be tacking a high school diploma on the end, but I think that's very impressive of me so I may brag a little bit.

Also been playing some lovely video games lately. Finished Ori and the Blind Forest and am now going for the completionist things and getting all the life/energy cells and such. And started Omori, but haven't gotten very far yet. Adoring it so far though!

I am doing alright, is the summary! How is your day and your Life, Tobi? Read anything good recently? Done any fun artistic things? Drank water? I hope your life is being kind to you :)

[thegayfromrulid]

Since you're mood for writing...

SAO gang x reader in a spooky event!

The gang must survive the haunted house as they prepare for a challenge. Will the gang survive the night, or they'll forever lost from the headless knight, The Hallow Echo

I apologize for the wait! I'm wrapping up a really big paper this October, but I wanted to get this one done before Halloween! I hope that you enjoy! Link to AO3 version below, and Tumblr version below the cut!

AO3 Link: The Hallow Echo

         “I-I don’t know if I can do this any longer!”

         “I-It’ll be fine! Just a b-bit longer, guys!”

         “A-are you sure?”

         “Kyaaaaaaa! Something touched me! Something touched meeee!”

         “You’re fine! Just bear with it! You’re fi–aaaagh!”

         Perhaps, at this moment, you’re wondering how it got to this point. All of your friends are trying their best to find one another in the pitch-black space while also keeping their guard up; this certainly wasn’t how the morning started. In fact, it had been a normal Saturday morning of just lying around in bed until a very excited text game through the group chat.

         Kirito: guys! theres a horror event happening tonight!

         Lis: waaah Kirito why did u wake me up for this

         Kirito: we should totally do it!

         Asuna: Kirito-kun, you *know* I don’t like this sort of thing…

         Silica: im not scared!!!! i have pina! <3

         Lis: ofc u would say that Silica

         Silica: ;-;

         (Y/N): ig im down. what time?

         Klein: yeah, deets kiri-bro!

         Sinon: wth are we all yelling about @ 10 on a Saturday???

         Silica: spooky event…

         Kirito: starts 10pm and runs til bout midnight. meet at the house in 22 @ thirty til?

         Asuna: Kirito-kun! Come on!

         Sinon: you don’t have to join, Asuna

         Lis: ofc she does!!! dont wuss out Asuna heh

         (Y/N): haha yeah, ill be on. see ya then.

         Since Kirito had been a bit sparse with the details, you did yourself the favor of looking up what he meant. Alfheim Online was hosting a single-day event for Halloween that took place on a special map. Players could enter the space in groups to take on the challenge, giving each group their own scrambled map. There was no chance they’d run into any other groups during the challenge, so it wasn’t a fight for a single prize. Basically, it was a haunted mansion that was being disturbed by a field boss-level enemy called The Hallow Echo. No description was provided about what this mysterious boss looked like, but players would enter the house and be trapped inside of it for the duration of the event. They had two options for completion: survive the time limit without dying (flight) or defeat The Hallow Echo and escape (fight). The rewards were different for the two completion styles, with defeating the boss as having more desirable prizes.

         The intensity of the quest mentioned that it was somewhere between medium to very hard depending on the overall stats of the party that entered and whether they chose fight or flight. It was designed in a way that ensured that the players who chose simply to play the evasion game could still get something out of it, even if higher level players wanted to challenge the difficult boss monster and reap the rewards of a battle well fought. You assume that the group will likely be trying to defeat the boss monster; if Kirito suggested it, then there’s definitely a cool prize he wants from the rewards. It’s an exciting event to look forward to.

         At a little before 9:30 PM that evening, you log onto ALO and confirm that you’re in the log cabin. You typically log out there, but every so often, during a big quest you can’t be peeled away from, you’ll stay at an inn in the closest town over night so that you can get back to it faster. You’re relieved to find that you did, in fact, log out from within the cabin. Kirito appears to have already beat you there. He holds up his hand for a high-five. You grin and give him one.

         “Glad you could make it, (y/n)!” he says.

         You let him know that you’re excited to start the quest. It’s been a while since something big has happened that everyone could show up for. The others start appearing, the chatter in the little player home increasing until the last member, Agil, shows up. He had to wrap up some things at his café and bar before logging on, but the gang is finally all here. Asuna opens up a map with an uneasy look on her face and shows everyone where the haunted house appeared. Everyone checks their inventory to make sure they have enough potions, and then you’re off.

         The haunted house itself it about a ten-minute flight from the cabin. It doesn’t take long for everyone to get there, and a small crowd of players has already started to gather around it. There’s a timer display in front of it, counting down to when the event will start. A few people are trying to shove their way to the front, but you know there’s no reason to do this. After all, every team will get their own map separate from the others. There’s no limit on how many people can enter at once; if that were so, they’d have to make more than one version of the house. The exterior is dark and gloomy, and the weather around it seems to have turned from a clear, moonlit night into a stormy one, with flashes of lightning cracking close enough to the top of the house that it might sound rather alarming from the inside.

         “Ohhh, this is gonna be so good!” Lisbeth exclaims.

         Asuna awkwardly chuckles.

         “You don’t think there are any astral-type monsters in there, do you?” she mutters.

         Kirito reaches down and grasps her hand, giving her a soft look.

         “I’ll make sure they don’t come after you,” he says.

         Sinon rolls her eyes.

         “Get a room, you two,” she says.

         Lisbeth laughs and smacks Asuna on the back.

         “We’ll be fine!” she says.

         The timer finally hits zero, and players all dash forward to enter the haunted house. Each party is sent into a separate map, so there’s no worry if some members are faster than the others. They’ll all end up in the same map as long as they’re registered in the same party. The speedier members of your party arrive first, so when you enter the space, Kirito, Asuna, and Leafa are already taking a look around the dimly lit hallways. Sinon trails in right on your tail. Lisbeth practically pushes Silica into the space, and Agil and Klein trot in behind her. Alice, for some reason, is bringing up the rear, her hand perched on the pommel of her sword as if expecting something to attack the group from behind. An NPC appears out of the shadows when there’s been about thirty seconds of no new entries to the space.

         This NPC is an elderly woman with spindly grey hair sticking out of a tightly wrapped bun. She’s wearing clothing that you would expect to see the proprietress of a traditional Japanese inn wearing, which seems a bit out of place for the fairy world setting. It isn’t quite accurate, though; the cut of the fabric is wrong for a kimono or yukata, making it more of what one would imagine a quick, from-memory sketch of Japanese traditional clothing looked like from someone who’d seen it perhaps once. The designs on her dress also could be European in nature. Its coloring is either a dim blue or a grey, but it’s hard to tell in the low lighting. She bows at you all, and Kirito walks up to her. She starts to talk as soon as he initiates with a “hello.”

         “Weary travelers, I’m afraid that this abode isn’t the friendly stay that it used to be,” the NPC says. “For years, I offered beds to those traveling across Alfheim, and I fed my tenants enough to fill their bellies for the road ahead they had to travel. As of late, however, there’s a disturbance in this house that keeps me from keeping adventurers overnight, so I’m afraid I can’t arrange beds for you this evening.”

         It was a natural enough way to start a quest. Kirito prompts her for more.

         “What kind of a disturbance?” he asks. “Is there any way we can help you out?”          The old woman scrunches up her forehead and sighs.

         “There’s something haunting my home,” she laments. “It’s too much to ask of you, but if you would be willing to check it out for me, I’d be willing to pay you quite handsomely if you can get rid of it.”

         A quest menu popped up in front of Kirito. He clicks the button to accept the quest, and then a darkened map appears in the corner of your vision. It seems like the map needs you to walk around in order to see the pathways. You suggest splitting the group in half. Everyone else agrees that this is a good plan, since the goal of the party is to locate The Hallow Echo and defeat him. You go with Kirito, Asuna, Silica, and Lisbeth. The other group of Sinon, Agil, Klein, Leafa, and Alice goes to the left, while you all go to the right. Along the path, there are smaller monsters that don’t take too much work to defeat as a team.

         But things change when the lights all go out.

         An echoing, guttural voice laughs in the halls. You can’t tell from which direction it’s coming; it’s all-encompassing. A light flickers in front of you for a moment as Kirito, you think, holds up a torch. In that moment, you lay eyes on its form—The Hallow Echo, a knight decorated in a dark armor that soaks up the blackness around it, with a sword hovering dangerously close to your own neck that is dripping with something wet and thick. A lone detail stands out in the center of the light; a gaping, dark hole sits where the knight’s head should be. As soon as you note this, Kirito’s torch is extinguished with a sizzle and a hiss, as if something licked its fingers and pressed them against the tip to put it out. The group lets out a collective scream, and they all leap backwards to avoid possibly getting hit by the knight’s weapon.

         “Was that it?!” Lisbeth shouts.

         Metal clangs against something solid in the dark, most likely the wall.

         “That’s DEFINITELY it!” Kirito shouts back.

         A yelp comes from your left. It sounded like Silica.

         “Headless…why did it have to be headless?” Asuna mutters.

         “How the hell are we supposed to defeat that thing in the dark?” Lisbeth asks.

         Another clang slams down. It sounds like it hit the floor this time. Silica shrieks and you hear her jump up to her feet and start running. She winds up bumping into you.

         “S-sorry, (y/n)!” she stammered.

         You tell her it’s all right and give her a gentle pat on the head. The same echoing laugh as before greets you again, still feeling as though it’s all around you.

         “Listen to the sound of its footsteps!” Asuna cries out. “When it’s close enough, attack it! If you hear it stop for too long, then it’s getting ready to use one of its attacks. Jump back if you hear no footsteps for more than six seconds!”

         Despite her fear of the ghastly, Asuna takes full charge of the fight immediately. Her prowess as a leader always comes out in situations like this. Her methods work well for a bit, and as the group fights, you run into the others, who join in on Asuna’s strategy. Everything seems to be working well, up until you see The Hallow Echo’s HP fall into the last bar. Suddenly, his footsteps vanish all together, and his echoing laugh zooms around as if he’s floating through the air around you.

         Suddenly the battle changes from a physical one to a true test of courage. You can feel things making grabs at your body in the dark. Touching the walls often renders a slimy, unpleasant texture. More than just the one laugh surrounds you; other voices echo in the halls, and sounds of chittering or scurrying accompany it. Now in an astral form, The Hallow Echo flies around you and sometimes through you, sending a cold chill inside of the space he passes through.

         “I-I don’t know if I can do this any longer!” Asuna finally wails.

         There’s a grunt from Kirito as he swings at the specter flying past him. You can hear a metal “clink!” as his sword hits the core inside of the ghastly figure.

         “I-It’ll be fine! Just a b-bit longer, guys!” he reassures you all, though the words were most likely directed at Asuna more than anyone else.

         “A-are you sure?” she stammers back.

         Another thud comes from behind you.

         “Kyaaaaaaa! Something touched me! Something touched meeee!” Silica cries.

         Someone else hits the core.

         “You’re fine!” Leafa cries. “Just bear with it! You’re fi–aaaagh!”

         An arrow whizzes past your ear and hits The Hallow Echo’s core. The light from the arrow gives you enough space to swing at it. Your sword connects with the core inside, and this time, instead of just hitting it, it slices through it with a sound like glass shattering into hundreds of tiny pieces. White light bursts from the spot, and everyone can see The Hallow Echo in his full form once more as he dissipates into a black mist and gets swallowed up by the center of the light where the core burst. Everything is pitch black for a moment, and then the hallways light up with the same dim candles that you’d first seen when entering the haunted house. Right on cue, the elderly NPC walks up with her hands clasped together.

         “Oh, thank you!” she cries. “How ever can I thank you for taking care of that monster for me?”

         Kirito lets out a strained laugh.

         “I-It’s our pleasure,” he says.

         A few of the group members chuckle at his statement. The NPC waves her hands and points them at the group.

         “Will this be enough?” she asks.

         You all get a dialogue box showing you the quest rewards for beating The Hallow Echo. The prizes, as mentioned in the notice for the event, are quite handsome. A large sum of yrd is given, as well as some crystals that are useful in smithing. Everyone receives a weapon in their specific class that has quite high stats. Some rare potions are present as well. As you all leave the haunted house, high-fives are shared for a job well done.

         As you log off for the night, you know you can rest well, as The Hallow Echo has been defeated, and the limited time quest didn’t escape your grasp.

         Well, that is, unless he returns for revenge next year…

[thebreakup]

Requested by @triplexdoublex "I was thinking like a friends to lovers type thing where Colson and reader are best friends and they’re at like a carnival or arcade and colson wins a candy necklace choker from the candy claw machine and gives it to reader and she puts it on and later they go back to one of their houses and our watching a movie and she’s like snacking on the necklace stretching it from her neck to nibble on it , and innocently Colson’s like hey save some for me and goes to eat some and his lips graze her neck and she accidentally lets out a moan and it ends up leading to smut"

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Colson pulled his car up into the gravel car park of the carnival, in the distance a brightly lit Ferris Wheel was visible illuminating the dark October sky. Quickly he jumped out of the car and opened your door for you. "M'lady." He said with a joking bow of his head as he took your hand. "Goofball." You replied with a mock look of disappointment on your face which was quickly wiped away as your date for the night dragged you to the entrance of the fair like an excited kid. The scent of burnt sugar from whatever sickly treats were being cooked filled the air taking you back to your past couple birthdays. You were an October baby after all, your last couple birthdays spent in similar ways, you could tell today was going to be extra special though. Thanks to your reminiscing you didn't notice Colson had handed in your tickets and was tying an entry band around your wrist with haste as he rambled on. "We gotta try win something tonight, I'm a master at those ring toss games! Oo- remind me to take a candy apple back to Rook too!" You giggled up at him and leaned up on your tippy toes and pecked him on the cheek, enjoying the distinct scent of his cologne and a hint of weed still managing to power through. "I will, can't be having you two fighting again, now let's go before it gets too busy!" You slapped him on the back as you raced towards the Ferris Wheel. "Last one there is paying for the sweets!

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Now at a claw machine you were both taking turns attempting to win something, you were spending more money than what the prize was worth for sure but it was the journey not the destination in this instant. "Got it!!" Colson exclaimed with triumph, as if he just won the Olympics. "Take that!!" It was a background noise as you felt your heart swell when you saw a candy choker fall into the collection bay of the contraption. Colson immediately swiping it and pulling you into a hug. "Wouldn't this look just beautiful on Rook?" You laughed as you looked up at him. "Gonna do the honours of putting it on me?" You watched him through your eyelashes as you turned around and moved your hair out the way. You felt him press up against you from behind and clip the sweet treat to your neck being careful to not get it in your hair. "Why thank you." You said teasingly as Colson was red in the face and changed the subject quickly. "Let's g-go grab those candy apples before they run out and get back to my place!- It's getting late, the creepy crawlies might come out." He added confidently at the end once again grabbing your hand and dragging you to another stall.

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Now both of you were cuddled up on Colson's couch watching a plethora of spooky Halloween movies, even though it was 2 weeks until the holiday the mood felt right. Bloody Birthday, Freaky, Coraline and Child's Play were playing one by one on a Dvd Player, Colson exclaiming it was better the old school way. You didn't mind though, perfectly content spooning with him while you suckled on your candy choker he had won for you earlier in the evening. "Save some for me huh?" Colson chuckled as he licked the ball of candy that was half hanging out of your mouth. The action took you so off guard you shuddered and let out a squeak as his warm tongue dragged over your sticky syrup coated lips. "Mm. Cherry.." He mumbled to himself as he looked up at you with a smirk. Obviously a murder attempt on his part, those eyes cutting through you like a hot knife through butter as tension in the room rose. The screams of Chucky's last victim blurred out. Colson suddenly seemed very interested though as he quickly turned his attention back to the screen. You blushed furiously as you let the candy slip from your mouth it's stickiness resting itself on your clavicle. Determined now to get your own back you pushed back into Colson as he was the big spoon quickly managing to nestle your cheeks up against his crotch unsubtly. He still seemed determined to ruffle your feathers though as you took an even more drastic measure as you stood up and threw your striped tube top off revealing your lacy bralette. That certainly got his attention as he let his eyes drag up your body as he sat up in front of you. "Wow, you're really this desperate huh? Well since you started this you better finish this angelface." He chided you as he made quick work of getting his pants and vest off. "What are you waiting for?."

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Notes: I didn't know how to continue the smut so if it comes to me in the future I'll edit it and add it onto the end! Also a reminder I'm British so some of these words might be unfamiliar to American readers, I tried to use the American words for alot of this but some of them just really don't sound right to me so some of them may be different! <3 And I don't really have a taglist and typically tag people I know are part of the fandom and that I read their work so if you want to remove yourself from this you can just message me and be removed!

@triplexdoublex @cosmicbash @hollywoodxwhore @draculakells @blxxdyvalentine19xx @i-think-i-did-it-again @jaxbreaker

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24

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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨

This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌

The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.

First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...

Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.

Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.

As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.

The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.

In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.

"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.

"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.

Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.

Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.

"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.

"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.

"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.

"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.

"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.

"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.

Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.

"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.

Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"

"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.

The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.

Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.

"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"

"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?

"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.

"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"

"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.

"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.

"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.

"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.

Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.

Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.

Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.

Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.

A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.

"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?

"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...

"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.

"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.

"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."

"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."

"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.

I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.

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[sleepiedames]

imagine...

Our first Halloween together, granted its now November 1st but the mood is still here. So why don't we imagine a little game. I've got the room to myself don't I? My roommates occupied with their partner, my other roommate out sight and out of mind. So, why don't we have some fun right? Take all the alone time we can get. It starts off innocently enough, a scary movie marathon or even rewatching some scary game lets plays. Your pick love. Our suspense grows, tension created and retained by the atmosphere. Inching closer and closer to the edge of our seats as we watch together. Intermission. I come back from refilling my drink and grabbing another snack, I look up to ask if you're ready for me to hit play. "Sweetheart?" "Yes?" "Grab it for me and get it situated." my heart pounds against my chest, blood rushing in my ears. Grab it? what the fuck does that me-- .... Oh. Grab it. Got it. "Yes sir."

sitting back down in my desk chair with the toy adjusted against myself how you instructed, shaking a little with anticipation as you tell me to hit play. I'm too distracted to notice you grabbing your phone. I'm too distracted to notice that when the build up starts to reach it peak that your grin sharpens. Like clockwork, the first scare -- click. The first moan of many tonight is ripped from my lungs -- louder than I intended due to the shock of both the vibration on my clit and the adrenaline from the scare. So that's the game you've decided to play tonight. Fuck. "A win win isn't it?"

"I get something other than the scariness to focus on, and you, my little pet, get to have a little more fun than just watching something spooky on the big day." Fuck. I can't even muster much more than a whimper right now -- not that you're surprised, It's taken less to get me to be a whimpering mess for you. You can't even imagine how far gone I must be by the first scare. "hit play, pet." my hand is shaking when i go to grab my mouse "Ah ah ah, manners." I swallow thickly. My voice is so weak and shaky already I don't even know if I could get the words out coherently.

"Y-Yes sir." That took more willpower than I'd like to admit but the shudder that goes down my spine as you utter those two special words is so fucking worth it as my finger clicks play. This continues throughout the night, keeping me on limbo. Every scare is a new setting sometimes higher, sometimes lower, sometimes a new pattern entirely, keeping me strung out and tense and on edge all night as your grin only gets more and more smug. I'm shifting every few seconds now. You've got me strung out on your finger and you could allow me to slip at any second. But that's not the game. Or is it. You're in control now. and I'm yours, Master.

[lu-undy]

Chapter 99 - SBT

Here it is!

"Right, the Maravilhoso…" 

Mundy parked the motorcycle and removed his helmet before getting inside. 

"Oh, hold on…" As he passed in front of the facade, he caught a glimpse of his reflection, the light of the lamp posts helping. He thought of Perle and adjusted his hair and his bowtie. Last time he had done that, it was before entering Lulu's room and he had a ponytail… 

"Right." He pushed the door and entered. "Oh, wow…" 

The atmosphere inside the restaurant was completely different from the dark and relatively silent streets. The lights were golden, yellow and red inside of the Brazilian steakhouse and the music was… exotic. Mundy didn't exactly know what the style was called but it was soothing while people were dancing at one end of the large room. An orchestra was playing live, and it reminded Mundy of the Queen Victoria days, only more colourful and tropical.

"Evenin' Sir, how may I help?" A waiter broke Mundy's train of thought.

"Oh, uh, my partner's booked a table, I think…"

"What name would that be?" They both shifted to the stand with the register. 

"Uh… Beauregard, or Turner." 

The waiter frowned as his eyes scanned the large book. 

"Uh, Beauregard is a French name, spellin's quite odd." Mundy started spelling it out loud and the waiter's eyebrows jumped. 

"Ha! Gotcha! Yes, of course! Alright, follow me."

Mundy did as he was told and was taken to a table and seated. Lucien wasn't there yet, evidently.

"Here is the menu."

"Ah, thanks." Mundy took it and the waiter faded away. 

Lucien wasn't there yet so why not have a look at what kind of food was served in that establishment? Mundy knew the place by name, the name on the outside was flashing in bulbs of yellow in the night, blinking and dancing. There was no way one would go through the street and miss it. Besides, the smell inside was very appetising, grilled meat was largely dominating, but the Aussie could perceive a hint of foreign spices through it all.

"Good evening, handsome..." 

Mundy's eyebrows jumped at the feminine voice. He raised his eyes from the menu and saw a woman pulling the chair opposite him and sitting down as easily as just that. 

"Uh, hey there, I-I'm actually waitin' for someone, sorry." 

"I'll go when they show up, don't worry." The lady put her hand on the menu in Mundy's hands and pushed it down. That's when the Aussie noticed her long, dark blue, velvet gloves that went all the way to her elbows. Her slim arms were white as snow and her dress matched her gloves, or the other way around. "May I?" 

"You're already sitting at my table, eh?" 

"Oh, then I guess it is a yes…?" 

She looked older than Mundy, her hair was long, salt and pepper, like Lucien. She wore beautiful make-up, not too much, but just enough to enhance her features, her eyes in particular. A touch of mascara and eye-liner to give her light blue eyes a feline look. 

"You're here alone?" He asked her. 

"I was waiting for my companion and got bored." She answered. "I saw you alone and thought we might spend a bit of time together, instead of each being in their own solitude…?" 

Mundy's ears twitched at the word: solitude. He frowned for an instant. 

"Hm." 

"So," The woman cocked an eyebrow. "What is your name?" 

"M." 

"Just M?" 

"Yeah." 

"Fair enough." She chuckled. 

"Why're you laughin'?" 

"Quite mysterious you are, M, hm? Even though you don't look like the mysterious type."

There was a subtle accent in the woman's voice, nothing that Mundy had heard before. She was a native alright, but there was a very light twist in her words… 

"Although you do look very handsome, tonight." She poured Mundy and herself a glass of water and drank. 

"You flirtin' with me?" Mundy asked. 

"Why not? You said you were waiting for a friend, not your wife, hm?" She cocked a cheeky eyebrow. 

"Well, uh, I said friend but uh…" 

"Is she more?" 

"I mean…" Mundy scratched his cheek nervously. 

"I don't mind some competition." 

The Aussie started to sweat. 

"Look, uh, y-you're very nice and all, but uh… huh?"

The woman stood off of her chair and got closer to Mundy before half sitting on the table itself, her thigh dangerously close to the Aussie's forearm. Mundy couldn't help but look at it. His eyes went from her high-heeled black boot, wrapping her thin leg tightly to her black stockings under her dress. The only reason he could see all that was because the slit on her dress went all the way up to the top of her thigh… Mundy blushed and looked away, feigning to look for Lucien as he gulped down hard.

"The shy type, are we?" She put her index finger below Mundy's jaw and pulled him to face her. "I like it." She winked and Mundy's heart beat twice as fast as the music playing in the restaurant. 

"W-wow, alright, uh, listen, sheila… I-I'm really not lookin' for-"

"You might not be looking, but I am. And I now have my eyes on a very pretty one…" She bit her lip and Mundy saw a shy flash of her pearly white teeth. Gosh...

"Pff, you should meet my, uh, friend. He's the king of pretty…" Mundy tried to divert the conversation away from him.

"Oh, should I? What is his name?" 

"L." 

"Just L?" 

"Yeah." 

"Such a concidence…My name also starts with an L…" She bent down and got her lips closer to Mundy's ear. "Bonsoir, mon loup."

[Good evening, my wolf.]

Mundy gasped and turned his head to face her again. Their faces were a few inches apart and she smiled as she pushed back a lock of her long hair. 

"W-what?" 

"It's me, mon amour. Have you not recognised me?" Lucien chuckled and broke the voice acting for a second. 

"What?!" He repeated and Lucien sat opposite the Aussie whose jaw had dropped. "Why are you…? I mean why the…?" 

"Surprise…!" Lucien answered with a wink and slid his hand on the table to hold Mundy's. 

"It's really you? How can I be sure?"

"Who else would call you mon loup?" Lucien smiled, resuming the feminine voice. "And I can tell you the exact number of scars on your back, I have kissed them all…" 

Mundy blushed again. 

"Bloody hell, ok…! Woah…" Mundy pulled on his collar to let more air through. "But why are you dressed… like that?" He asked, confused.��

"Someone once said that they wanted to be able to hold me close in public, but couldn't because I was a man. So I reused a spooky skill of mine." He explained nonchalantly. 

"You… You've already done that before?" 

"Occasionally, oui. But I never enjoyed it. Today might be the first time I do." 

"Oh, really?" Mundy asked, still digesting it all. "And the beard's gone? And your voice, your accent…? How the hell can you sound like a sheila?"

"I was that good at my job, and for the beard, it would have looked very odd, non?" Lucien winked. "Besides, seeing that blush on your cheeks when you looked down my thigh was worth every minute of me trying to hide my masculine aspects." Lucien chuckled. 

"I…" 

"You…?" 

"I don't know what to say…!" Mundy was at a loss for words even, he leaned back on his chair and exhaled the breath he had been holding.

"Then hold my hand, and say nothing." Lucien gave him a slow flap of his eyelashes and it was enough to tame the hunter, who obeyed, and slid his fingers between Lucien's gloved ones.

"Gosh…" Mundy blushed.

"Is something the matter?" 

"I… I never thought I'd…" Mundy looked left and right at the other patrons in the restaurant. No one was giving them any odd looks. Why would they? Mundy was but holding a woman's hand.

"Hm?" 

"Never thought I'd hold your hand out in the open… Feels… Feels amazin'..." Mundy raised bright shining eyes to Lucien. "Feels like… We're really together, like…" 

"Weren't we before?" Lucien tilted his head on the side and gave a lopsided smile. 

"Course we were. Just feels… stronger, somehow…" 

They exchanged a dear grin before they dived in the menu and placed their order. 

"So, uh… Why all this?" Mundy asked. 

"Because you have been feeling low as of late, as I thought I might try to do something about it." 

Mundy lowered his head yet ginned shyly. 

"I'm… I'm sorry." 

"What for?" 

"Must've been shit livin' with me for the past few days." Mundy raised ashamed eyes. 

The conversation cut when they both received their meals and thanked the waiter, before he disappeared. 

"Non, Mundy, you are a delight to live with." 

"Even when I wake up every night?"

"Even when you wake up every night." 

"Even when I look like shit and am in a low mood?"

"Even when you look like shit and are in a low mood." Lucien answered with a chuckle. "Are you hungry?" 

"Yeah, quite a bit…" Mundy answered, looking down at his plate. 

"Then, please dig in, and bon appétit." 

"To you too, luv'." 

They started going at their plates. 

"Mmh, that's some good steak right there… How's yours?" 

"Divine, but not as good as the sight you offer me." 

"Oh, hm…" Mundy blushed and smiled. 

"Look at this now…!" Lucien said. 

"What?" Mundy felt put on the spot seeing how intensely Lucien was staring at him. 

"It has been a long time since I last saw one of those." 

"One of those what?" 

"One of those smiles." Lucien answered. "The shy ones, the ones from the beginning." 

"W-well… Feels like the beginnin' again, but different." Mundy answered. 

"How so?" 

"I…" Mundy looked down at his plate, it was hard enough to find the words, let alone say them. "I'm… I'm fallin' in love with you… again… but as a sheila." 

Lucien put one of his gloved hands on his chest and smiled while tilting his head.

"Mundy…" 

"I know. Makes no sense. 'm sorry, should've shut up…" Mundy dived as deep as he could in his steak to avoid Lucien's gaze. 

"Mundy…?"

"Anyway, forget it. How d'you find the uh, the rice and uh, stuff?" 

"Mundy, please, look at me." 

Lucien's feminine voice was something. It made something tremble inside Mundy, who obeyed, albeit timidly. 

"What you said is far from ridiculous. I… I appreciate it, dearly." 

"I mean… I didn't mean like… As in… You just look gorgeous, male or female… I…" Mundy averted his eyes. "It's even harder to look at you now…! Not that it was easy before but I kinda got used to it. Now it feels like I'm startin' all over again." 

"Mundy…?" 

"What?" 

"Finish your plate, I have another surprise for you, before we get some dessert." 

"Okay… Sorry again. That-that was uh, awkward to say…" The Aussie scratched his head nervously. 

"Non, it wasn't. I find you charming." 

Mundy eventually raised his head and was welcomed by Lucien's irresistible smile.

"Thank you, luv'."

They went on invading their plates steadily. 

"Have you ever been to Brazil?" Mundy asked. 

"Non, I have not. I have been in Guinée Équatoriale though."

"Where's that?" 

"At the Northern frontier with Brazil is a territory that belongs to France. I have been there, briefly. It was hardly long enough for me to get well acquainted with the local life there, unfortunately." 

"Oh, ok… Didn't know France had a border with Brazil…"

"And it is its longest with any neighbouring country." Lucien answered. 

"Really?" 

"Oui, France's longest border in the world is shared with Brazil of all places."

"Woah… Quite wild, eh?" 

"Not half as much as you are, mon loup." 

They shared a chuckle. 

"And you, where have you travelled to?" Lucien asked. "I remember you telling me that when you were chasing down poachers, you had been sent in quite a few places outside of Australia." 

"Yeah," Mundy nodded. "Mostly America, though. Not every reserve has the money to spare to pay for flights and hotels for a hunter comin' from the other end of the world."

"Mmh, I see Monsieur's fees were high, hm?" Lucien smirked. 

"Well, I just didn't have the money myself so either they paid for everythin' and I'd come, or they didn't and I stayed here." 

"I see. Whereabouts in America?"

"The US, New Mexico and Texas mainly, the Australia of the US…" 

"I have heard of it the other way around." 

"What d'you mean?" 

"I have heard British people say that Australia is the Texas of the United Kingdom." 

Mundy chuckled. 

"Sounds about right, I guess. We're a wilder bunch than the Brits, but eh…" 

"Not so hard to achieve if you ask me…!" Lucien raised his glass of wine and Mundy imitated him. "To us, mon loup." 

"Yeah, to you and me, Lu'."

Their glasses met in crystal sounding clink and they both took a sip. 

"That was one hell of a good bit of meat…" 

"Admitting defeat already?" Lucien cocked an eyebrow. 

"Defeat? What am I fightin'?" 

"Me." Lucien stood up and held his hand out for Mundy who frowned, confused, but put his hand in the gloved one. The Frenchman pulled him and Mundy stood up. 

"Where're we going…? Oh…" 

Lucien had led the way to the dancing area and looked up at Mundy. 

"Do you know how to dance to this kind of music?" 

"No clue, but I'll dance with you." 

Lucien bit his lip and smiled. Anytime Mundy pushed his own limits in favour of him, the Frenchman could feel his knees weaken. 

"Humour me and try. Bear in mind that as the man, you will have to lead." 

It was a slow bossa nova, something that wasn't usually danced but the people in the restaurant didn't mind much for it. On the dance floor, the lights were lower, a few spots of yellow, orange, red and pink shone on the floor and traced circles and loops as the couple danced around. It was about a dozen couples or so there, among which Mundy and Lucien. 

"Right…" Mundy laced a hand around Lucien's slim waist and held the other one in front of him, like an invitation. Lucien raised his eyes and saw his lover's oh so sweet grin. He placed his gloved hand on his and Mundy started to move. 

He led the dance slow and mellow, small steps that Lucien appreciated dearly. The point wasn't to dance per se, but to hold onto each other for a moment, in the dimness of the dancefloor, blend in, and forget that they were different. To the outside eye, they were an ordinary couple, a he and a she, prim and proper, well dressed and even better loved. 

Mundy looked down and stared with half-lidded eyes at Lucien who was looking up at him. He seemed head over heels for the Aussie, lovestruck by a lightning bolt. The Aussie blushed again and bent his head down until Lucien met his forehead with his own. 

"You look amazin', Lu'..." 

"Mh, so do you, in your suit… I am actually surprised."

"Why?" 

"First, I didn't have to adjust your collar or bowtie, they are perfect. Secondly, you aren't shy at all to dance in the middle of other people." 

"Well, Pearl told me off cause my hair was… well… not that great." 

"Did she?" Lucien chuckled.  

"Yeah… Had to go back and fix it, and I took advantage of my bein' there to fix the rest too." They shared a laugh before Mundy resumed his speech, still gently rocking them left and right. "But then, I thought that she was right. If you wanted me to wear a suit, then you needed me to look good, or as good as I can get. So I tried…" 

"Mmh… You look absolutely divine…" Lucien purred.

"And for the dancin', I uh… I don't know… I just want to hold you and… move with the music, gently." 

"Mmh…" Lucien leaned his head against Mundy's chest, on his vest, and the Aussie blushed to his ears. 

"Y-you alright?" 

"Oui… This is a dream come true for me." Lucien answered, with his eyes closed. 

"What? I-I'm sorry, I've lost you there…"

"Being held in strong arms, by a tall and virile man…" Lucien bit his lip and looked up. He opened his eyes slowly, his eyelashes rose to reveal his crystal clear irises. 

"Woah…" Mundy whispered and his pupils blew wide. "I… Hm…" He put a hand behind Lucien's head and pulled him to lay it back under his jaw. Lucien obeyed and splayed his gloved hands flat on Mundy's chest, left and right. The Aussie's other hand was at the bottom of his back, pulling him closer still. "You smell amazin', you look amazin', pfff… I'm the luckiest bloke on Earth." He kissed Lucien on his head, through his hair, and he heard him pur in delight.

"I feel like a God…"

"A Goddess I guess, eh?" 

Lucien chuckled.

"I guess so, oui. Oh…?" 

Mundy's hand shifted from the bottom of Lucien's back, sliding up along his spine. The Frenchman's knees weakened as the rough hand set shivers everywhere in his body. He bit his lip to smother his whimper as he clawed his gloved fingers on Mundy's smooth vest, and rolled his eyes. Mundy's hands travelled up and up until they were each on Lucien's smooth cheeks.

"You look gorgeous without your beard too." 

Lucien heard the hoarse whisper, the husky voice, but not the words. Whatever Mundy said, it flew above his head, his brains were jelly, his eyes lazy and his eyebrows arched high up. Mundy held his head like a priceless crystal sculpture. As the soft and slow bossa nova wrapped them, he bent down and delicately dropped his lips on Lucien's, which ended the Frenchman. Such courage, such madness from his lover was yet another proof of how strongly and deeply he craved the kiss. 

Mundy, who was usually shy, prude with his feelings, awkward even, was holding Lucien's face between his palms, his thumbs brushing his clean-shaven, smooth face. He pushed a silver lock of hair away from his eyes and went for it. Lucien didn't see it coming. His lips were just met with the Aussie's, as simply as just that, and the Frenchman lost his mind…!

He clung to Mundy, pulling his vest down because his legs had given up. The Aussie quickly caught the hint and laced an arm back at the bottom of Lucien's back, to support him. When he broke the kiss, Lucien's eyes refused to open again for a few seconds. Eventually, the mascara-lined eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings.

"You alright?" It was barely a whisper of Mundy's voice and Lucien's eyes lowered to Mundy's lips again. The spell was cast, Lucien was as liquid as he could be in Mundy's arms. 

The music stopped for a second in the background during which Mundy got very self-conscious. He quickly looked around them but still, no one was staring at them. The band started playing again and it was as slow as a bossa nova.

Mundy's eyes shifted down to Lucien. He was still staring at him as if he was the only person in the room, and for him, he was. Lucien had eyes only for Mundy. He let himself utterly fall and be ridiculous, he let himself show his love for Mundy without restraints, something he usually only does in the sheets. But now, as Mundy looked down, he saw a version of Lucien that he didn't know no one else had ever seen. He was looking at Lucien deeper in love than he ever was, eyes dreamy, crossing on his lips, lips parted, eyebrows arched.

"Gosh… You look…" And Mundy's instincts kicked in again, seeing Lucien so defenseless, so vulnerable, in a crowd of people. He pulled him close and held him safe in his arms. No one would get close to him, no one would touch or even speak to Lucien. It was Mundy's responsibility to protect him and by God be would! 

Lucien rolled his eyes in bliss as he closed them against Mundy's chest. The Aussie was gently rocking him left and right, in rhythm with the slow music. The Frenchman was possessed. A force stronger than him had turned his body, his will and his mind to absolutely nothing. All he felt was the possessive attraction to that tall man in a beige suit, the one with the impeccable hair, the iconic sideburns, the rough skin and large hands that were holding him from his hip and his head. Lucien curled his upper body in Mundy's arms and felt a peck gently land above his head, on his hair. 

Oui, oui, Mundy, please… Please, hold me. I don't want anyone else but you. I can't even see anyone else but you. I feel so incredibly safe with you, it's… an addiction, this sensation. I crave to be held safe and only you manage to do it so well. Only in your arms do I feel that none of my problems are mine. Only when your hands are laced around me do I feel that whatever rises in front of me, you will help me defeat it. You are my strength as much as you are my weakness. Je t'aime. 

Lucien screwed his eyes shut and frowned against Mundy's chest. 

"Love you too, sweetheart." 

[angelbabyszn]

In My Feelings (Cesar X Reader)

OMB Masterlist

B/F/N: Best Friend

If this isn't love, why do I feel this way?

You were bopping to Kehlani with your headphones on your head while walking to school and quietly singing.

It was finally May and you were in a good mood since summer was almost here. Just two more weeks.

A few moments later, you felt your headphones taken off of your head. You stopped walking and turned around quickly to yell at the person who took them off of you. Nobody wasn't there.

"Looking for these?"

You quickly turn back around and your eyes widened in shock to see Cesar Diaz. The boy you have a personal history with that was smirking at you while dangling your headphones on his left point finger. .

What you mean by personal history, you mean by liking him for a long time. Your feelings for him are tangled and all over the place now.

"Oh...hi Cesar." you said shyly as you felt heat on your face.

"What did I tell you about not listening to music while you're outside? You know how these streets are." said Cesar and he handed over your headphones and you took them back.

"I'm sorry okay? I just love music too much. I need to listen to it everywhere I go." you said as you continue to walk with Cesar joining next to you while folding your headphones to hold them in your right hand.

"I know that, Y/N. You're always in your own little world." said Cesar and he glanced at you with a smile. You give him a shy smile back while both of you started walking together.

It's still surprising how Cesar knows you when you barely talk to him. It's one of the things that made you fall for him.

"No. No. Feelings, you're not returning today." you thought as you shake your head. You turn away from Cesar going into your own mind, causing Cesar to gain a grin as he looks at you.

-

A few minutes later, you and Cesar walked through the front doors of Freeridge High. You see students out in the hallways chatting and being on their phones while waiting for first class to start.

"Hermano!" shouted Jamal as he came up to him with Ruby next to him.

You felt somebody gripping your arm and pulling you away from the boys. You turned your head quickly and realized it was your best friend, B/F/N..

"Y/N! You didn't tell me you're with Diaz!" said B/F/N a bit loud as she pulls you to the side a few feet away from Cesar.

"I'm not!" you said a bit loud. You turn your head to see if Cesar heard you but gladly he didn't.

"Can you keep your big mouth quiet?!" you whispered shouted at B/F/N.

"How dare you call me such a word!" said B/F/N being fake offended. They have their mouth wide open and left hand over their heart fake shocked. You roll your eyes by her being extra. 

"Also nobody can't hear us. This hallway is as loud as a concert. Watch this." said B/F/N and wink at you. She turns her body to the crowd of students.

"Y'all! I slept with Ruby!" shouted B/F/N. Your eyes widened and scared by what she just said. You looked around but you see nobody taking notice of her announcement.

"See?" said B/F/N with a smirk and her hands out gesturing as she looks at you.

"You're lucky Jasmine didn't hear that. Cause she would mess you up right now." you said, knowing how Jasmine is about Ruby.

"Bring her. I'll take her down. That boy is mine. Whatever she likes it or not." said B/F/N with a serious face and her arms crossed against their chest. 

"Y'all crazy for him."

"And you're crazy about your Lil Spooky." said B/F/N and you felt heat on your face again after you heard his little nickname. It was so hard for you to not blush right now.

"No, I'm not. I'm over him. Or at least I'm trying to." you said shyly and looked away from her face.

"Yeah, okay Y/N. Everybody believes you." said B/F/N sarcastically, not believing you. You quickly gave them an insulted face.

"Hey! I am! Getting over somebody doesn't happen overnight." you said a bit louder than usual and the warning bell rang.

"Yeah, I know." said B/F/N as you start to walk beside them to go upstairs to go to your first class. 

Cesar turned his head from his friends to see if you were still beside him. His face fell when he saw nobody next to him.

"Cesar, you coming?" asked Ruby, and Cesar nodded quickly start to walk with him and Jamal to class.

-

I'm a savage (Yeah)

Classy, bougie, ratchet (Yeah)

You stopped walking with your lunch as you hear the song playing with a sight that was kinda out of normal. A moment later, you continue to walk but weirdly as you walk up next to B/F/N.

You see her staring at Jasmine with a weird face like you were at the moment. Jasmine was doing the savage challenge on her phone in front of the core four trying to ignore her and eat lunch.

"Did I miss anything?" you asked and Jasmine stopped dancing with an upset face.

"You messed up my video, Y/N. Thanks a lot." said Jasmine annoyed and she sits right between B/F/N and Ruby.

You rolled your eyes and you sat down between B/F/N and Jamal.

A few minutes later, you heard a girl giggling. You turn your head and your heart burns inside of your body. 

You saw Cesar having his arm around Monse as she giggles at something Cesar said in her ear. You start to stare until you turn back to a concerned B/F/N. 

 "Y/N, you're okay?" asked B/F/N as she touched your right shoulder and you quickly put on a fake smile.

"Yeah. Totally fine. Um, Ruby, there's a party tonight. Right?" you said as you shift your head to look at Ruby trying to avoid the conversation. 

"Y/N, you forgot? It's Cesar's birthday." said Ruby and your eyes widened because you completely forgot about it.

"Oh my gosh, Cesar! Happy birthday." you said quickly and Cesar turned to you smiling. 

"Thanks Y/N. I was wondering when you were going to tell me. I thought you were going to be the first person out of my familia." said Cesar and your heart started to beat fast.

He wanted you to be the first person to tell you happy birthday? Why? Why you?

You felt your heart beating fast and you quickly put your right hand over your heart area to calm it down. Your feelings for Cesar started to creep on you again and you were not going to go down that road again. Abort. ABORT!!!!

"Um...guys I really got to go." you said as you quickly start to pick up your trash from your lunch and put it on top of your tray.

"Y/N, where are you going?" asked Cesar with concerned eyes as he slowly took his arm off of Monse. 

"I got to go." you said as you got up with your tray and went to the trash to dump your trash from your lunch. Cesar was following your movements.

"But where? Do you need anything? I can help you." said Cesar as he starts to get up and tries to go after you.

"No! Um, it's nothing important. I just need...to talk to one of my teachers." you said lying as you look back at your group while backing up.

"Oh...okay." said Cesar and he looks back at you still with concern.

Just seeing him like this hurts you inside. It's best for you to run away and not have feelings for him for your future self. You quickly put your dirty tray on the rack and quickly jog out of the cafeteria.

-

"Happy birthday to you!" shouted everybody and Cesar makes a wish, blows out the candles, and everybody claps and cheers.

You were looking at Cesar with a shy smile and clapping slowly with everybody else clapping until the music resumed again.

"Y/N!"

You turn around quickly to see B/F/N and Ruby dancing on the dance floor.

"Woo! Go B/F/N!" you shouted back at your best friend. At least she was having fun and spending time with the guy she likes.

You walked over to the buffet and drinks table to refill your drink. You were wearing a cute short black crop top with your favorite jean shorts and vans.

You went to the side and drank as you saw people dancing and having fun. 

A few moments later, you heard people shouting and screaming as they started to crowd something; You quickly dropped your drink and tried to get inside the circle.

Once you got into the front, your eyes widened to see B/F/N and Jasmine shouting at each other. 

"What the h*ll you dancing with my man?!" shouted Jasmine angrily.

"Having fun. Soon, he will be my boyfriend." said B/F/N with a smirk, making Jasmine furious.

"Why you son of a..." mumble Jasmine underneath her breath. A second later, Jasmine starts to swing at B/F/N and it turns into a fight, causing people to shout and start recording with their phones.

"Hey! Hey! Stop!" you shouted at them trying to get close while trying not get hit. 

"Hey! Yo! HEY!" shouted Spooky after he finally got inside of the circle and separated them apart in one move.

"¡No habrá peleas debajo de esta casa! Los dos, vete ahora!" shouted Spooky angrily, causing everybody scared to their knees.

"Let's go." you said as you tried to pull B/F/N away from the party by holding her hand.

"I have a nice time with you, Ruby! Until this puta ruins it!" shouted B/F/N as you pull her out. Initiating: run mode.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" shouted Jasmine angrily and you quickly started to run away while pulling on B/F/N’s hand. Both of you ran out of Cesar's birthday party as Jasmine was pouncing towards B/F/N.

-

A few minutes later, you and B/F/N arrived at her house and both of you stopped running and started to take a deep breath.

"You're lucky I'm wearing my favorite jean shorts I'm able to run in or I'll kill you right now." you said as you tried to catch your breath.

"Oh really? Can't we talk about the fact that Jasmine tried to kill me like a f*cking panther just now?!" shouted B/F/N as they tried to catch her breath.

"Come on, let's go inside." said B/F/N, waving you to come in as she starts to walk inside her house.

"I'll stay outside. My mom will be here soon." you said.

"Okay. Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight." you said and B/F/N went inside her house and closed the door.

You walked over to the small stairs in front of her door and decided to sit on one of them as you waited on your mom.

You got a notification on your phone and your face dropped in disappointment to see a message from your mom not being able to pick you up.

You look at the time and you groaned in stress. You know this is usually the time B/F/N is knocked out for the night.

You start searching online on your phone for a way to get home until somebody comes unexpectedly.

"You need somebody to take you home?"

You look up from your phone and you see Cesar a few feet from you with a grin on his face as he was looking at you.

You nodded and gave him a shy smile. You got up from sitting on the steps, walked up to Cesar, and both of you started to walk down the sidewalk in the night.

"So...what are you doing on  B/F/N's street?" you asked and you turned to him curiously.

"Oh um...after Jasmine and you guys left, Spooky decided to end the party since that fight went way out of handed." and Cesar and he puts his hands in his pockets trying to think what else to say.

"Well, that's too bad. I hope you have a good fifteenth birthday." you said and turn away as you felt heat on your face again.

"Thanks. What made it better was..." started Cesar and he turns his head to look at you. You turn your head back to him so he can finish his sentence.

You and Cesar stopped walking and turned your bodies to each other. You felt such a connection with him as you start to stare into his eyes and him looking back at yours the same way.

You completely forgot about your feelings coming out again until you felt your heart beating fast again.

You quickly turned away from Cesar's eyes and saw your house on your right.

"Oh, we're here. Um...thanks for taking me home, Cesar. I appreciate it." you said looking from your house back to Cesar.

"No problem. Goodnight Y/N." said Cesar as he stares into your eyes with a grin on his face. 

"Goodnight." you said shyly and you walked up to your front door. You start opening your front door until you hear somebody calling your name.

You turned around and saw Cesar coming up to you. Once he is in front of you, you look up into his eyes wondering what he has to say.

Cesar stares deep into your eyes and slowly wraps his arms around your waist. He starts to lean in and you close the gap. Cesar is surprised but he immediately responds by kissing you back.

As the kiss continues on, you put your arms around his neck and push his head towards you gently to become even closer to him. 

After the kiss, you and Cesar slowly separated from each other.

"That was the best gift I got today. Can I have another?" asked Cesar with a smirk. You giggled and Cesar pulled you in again to give you a sweet kiss 

"Goodnight maravillosa." said Cesar with a huge grin on his face as he slowly backs up from you. 

You smiled at him and looked at him one last time before entering your house.

Once you lock the front door, you place your back on it and slide down all the way down to the floor as blush comes on your face, heart beating out of your chest, and a huge grin on your face.

"I think I love him now." you said and even more blush than ever before came on your face. You tried to hide it by covering your face with your hands.

On that night, you and Cesar dream about each other being together and eventually the dream became a reality.

[katzenhaus]

A Managerial Position

2029.01.12

The young man wanders out from the bowels of the castle.

Siren finishes the incantation of Incendio right when the corridor door shuts, a flame brightening the landing

Linus Delaney trails out after Demian and blinks at the brightness.

Demian bounces into the center of things. He sees the light and covers his eyes. "So bright," he teases. "Hallo Siren. Wotcha got?" he laughs. Not sure why he's in such a good mood with a rumbly tummy.

Siren chuckles with her wand in hand. "Eh I was working on more transfig. Seems like Fire and Earth are my stronger suits." she points at the lit braizer. "And the shock spell we did earlier. How are you with Transfig Linus?"

Linus Delaney nods in agreement with Demi and smiles then taps his chin as he thinks about Siren's question. "Mate... I dunno! I know I am right rubbish at the one we were castin' at the skeleton paintin's... But I think I'm awright at some of the other transfig charms. How about you both?"

Demian Katzen grins as they talk about what was becoming is favoured class. "I do alright with the shock spell and a few others. We set up this spooky doll and it was smoldering by the time we got done," he bragged a bit.

Leilani Tamriel looks between the two. Hearing Kyla she crosses her arms and gazes to the Eagle "What are you planning?"

Kyla Freyja tilts her head and thinks "I'm not sure, but surely there must be SOMETHING we haven't tried yet. Maybe sneaking into the headmistress's office? Or what about going into the library and trying to break into the room of requirement? Or stealing all the books and making our OWN library!" she whispers

Siren Resling nodded her head towards Demi. "He's being modest. We tried this other spell the other day, I landed maybe one hit on the doll. He had strong form throughout." A pink hue coming to her cheeks as she talks. "I uhm, yeah. I'm better at other spells." She comments quickly after. She hears talking upstairs but can't make out the words of the conversation. "Wait, mate, You're the one with the band right? How's it going and all?" Siren asks the older snek.

Linus Delaney nods and raises his eyebrows. He too is impressed by this. "That sounds... kinda rad, Katzen!", he says picturing it. He beams at Siren and adds "Yeah, mate. We all went home for the holidays, yunno? So, haven't practiced in... ages. I wrote a new song but... yeah, basically. Yeah." He chuckles slightly. "You play keys, right?" Linus hears some whispering. He cannot make anything out.

Demian Katzen feels his ears warm as they talk about spells. Welcoming a subject change he adds, "Wunderbar! I dabble here and there. More that I like to listen. I will be your manager," he teases. He notices the voices, but his attention is drawn back to the girl in yellow. "Anything fun going on tonight?"

Noelle Weaver "wow' she stared at her friend her mouth agape "ummm" she thought " well I was already looking for the Room of Requirements" she smiled , " we could do that" trying to keep Kyla out of trouble.

Leilani Tamriel "The headmistress office is a bad idea. Though I do know what painting its behind. But its password protected and we probably shouldn't try to get ourselves expelled..." shifting uncomfortably at the suggestion she plays with the hem of her skirt.

Siren Resling looks up to the talking to see is she can see who's on the stairs, but unfortunately can't see too far without her glasses. Looking back at the sneks she gives a nod. "Yeah, I've never played an electric keyboard, but I can try if you're ever in a rut!" Chuckling a bit at the manager joke. "You'd need to give them all hair conditioning tips." she winks at the long hair'ed katzen. "Was gonna practice some more on the dummy, but it's getting almost to curfew already. And I really don't want to change again and do rounds."

Kyla Freyja looks at the girls and shakes her head. "Who says anything about getting expelled? All we have to do is make sure we aren't caught right?" she asks, still whispering. Looking at Noelle, she responds "Nah we've been there already. I still think the library idea sounds cool. Or we can try sneaking out to hogsmeade" she whispers thoughtfully

Noelle Weaver looks around before asking "dp you even know how to sneak out of the school?" placing her hands on her hip , signaling that a challenge has been made

Linus Delaney follows Siren's gaze and looks up. If only he could hear what was being said, maybe he could avert possible disaster. Unfortunately he can't and only waves up in a casual manner, like an oblivious fool. Which, in this case, he is. Looking at Siren he smiles and nods with enthusiasm. "Rad! You're in, Resling!" He turns to Demi and says "Mate, we ain't got a manager... but if you want the job, I reckon it's yours!"

Leilani Tamriel "We'd be stuck outside then. There's been a lot more Werewolf attacks as of late. We could get /killed/ literally" she informs her friends in a hushed tone "Do you guy's really wanna get locked out with crazy wolves around?" she gives them both an incredulous look.

Demian Katzen smiled a little and rubbed the back of his neck, as he realizes that almost all of his friends are prefects. The smile widens as the offer sinks in, "That /would/ be ra-had," he says as he tries the English accent to no avail. Not knowing that anything else was going on, he was stuck in his own bubble of a world dreaming up managerial tasks for himself.

Kyla Freyja looks at Noelle like she has a second head. "Uhh you do know that windows exist for a reason right?" she asks Noelle in a tone that suggests the other raven should have known that already. Glancing at Leilani, she shrugs. "We should be ok as long as we keep away from where they normally hang out." she answers, her voice still at whisper level

Lani's mouth pops open "They are literally attacking people right in the town. There is no avoiding where they normally go." her whispers urgent and almost a hiss

Noelle Weaver stares blankly at Kyla at her suggestion, snapping out of it , she shakes her head " windows, you wanna climb out the windows??!! " she confirmed , her voice coming to a squeak

Siren Resling wiggles uncomfortably as more whispers are heard above her, but still can't make out any words. "Alright! Never been in a band. Can I recruit some Rodeys? Is that what they're called?" she laughs looking to the guys, not really knowing how bands worked.

Kyla Freyja giggles, pleased that Noelle finally got it "Yep!" she answers, her voice a little louder with excitement. Then she blushes and lowers her voice to a whisper to answer Lani "I guess, but I suppose we can do it another night. When the werewolves aren't about. Unless you guys happen to know where we can get some nice rare steaks?"

Linus Delaney nodded to Demi and offered his hand to shake. Whether or not they needed a manager was besides the point. He liked Katzen. Katzen was rad and legit, among other things. "You're hired, mate.", he said spontaneously without consulting with anyone else in the band. "And you too, Siren... if we need keys for a song here and there, we'll bring ya in! And... we might need 'em.... strong people, yeah? Or good with leviation charms an' that." He looked up again... curious.

Leilani Tamriel shifting slightly "I mean its not a full moon so they aren't changed...they can't maul us to death, they can probably curse us though. I can light them on fire well enough but..." chewing her lip with vigor she was getting more and more nervous. How was she meant to stop two determined Eagles.

Demian Katzen reached for the hand to seal the deal with a firm shake, "It's a deal!" He bounces a little until he'd realized that Siren was into it, as well. He gives a laugh at her excitement for the band. "I see you are looking for a big strong guy to carry your piano?" he grins. In tradition, he'd make his biceps pop as he held his fists up, arms bent, and turn to kiss the left and then right one. A wink for the girl, if she say his goofyself.

Colin Holbrook silently appeared from the dungeons, moving behind Linus as quiet as a mouse. "What is a rodey?" He would ask softly, staring with empty orbs at Siren and tugging on the back of Linus' sweater as his meek voice came out of no where it seemed.

Noelle Weaver "im not any good climbing out windows " her voice cracking loudly on the the climbing part clearing her throat she whispers again " Lani's right , even if it isn't a full moon, I don't want no parts of no werewolves " look to her friend as if she was purple with pink polka dots when she mentioned steaks " Steaks? ...ummm no just no" shaking her hand and head in a no manner while backing up a few steps

Siren Resling clapped her hands together. "Oh! I'm great with levitation actually." she says a bit enthusiastically and then watched in absolute giddy-ness when Demi kisses his bicepts. "Oh my merlin, put those away!" she chuckles and nudges him playfully. "You know they have wheels right?" Seeing little Colin pop out from behind Linus she makes a huh sound. "Oh, Uhm, I think they're like Fans.."

Kyla Freyja rolls her eyes at the girls "I was kidding about the steaks." she tells them. Looking at Noelle, she smiles "That's what rope is for, my fearful eagle." she tells her in a low voice

Linus Delaney nodded. "Yeah, mate... multitaskin' jobs in this time of grecession... you can be our manager /and/ crew.", he chuckled. "But yeah. Done. Welcome to the Meaniez, Manager Katzen! And piano lifter!" He gives Siren a small friendly wink and claps Katzen on the back then feels a tug at his jumper and hears Colin. "Oh, hallo, mate! Awright?" He smiles at the boy and adds "They lift stuff, mate... for a band. Move stuff around an' that." Turning back to Siren he says "Oh, that's groupies... I dunno if we should have those..."

Noelle Weaver "Merlins Beard " Noelle giggles " I just don't know what to do with you " She laughed louder at the idea of using ropes. I mean she didn't know many facts about werewolves, but she could assume ropes would not help in the slightest. "I think we should just out past curfew" she weakly suggested knowing it would deter Kyla from getting into trouble of some sort

Demian Katzen sort of laughed as he put the big guns away. "Ok, ok," he grinned and gave the girl a wink. There was another smile for the timid boy, as he watched the sweater tugging. "Hallo Colin - how goes it?" Katzen's face drops when he hears that there might not be groupies. His hand to his chin in thought, "I think you do have groupies. I'm sure of that." He nods to himself in silent reflection. A band must have groupies, right?

Leilani Tamriel "I don't think any of the windows actually open." she actually wasn't sure if they did or not but it might deter Kyla.

Linus Delaney - OOC: hahah Demi xD

Colin Holbrook peels his gaze from Siren and looks up to Linus, still holding onto the edge of the jumper as if he would have gotten lost if he wasn't holding it. "Oh.." He said softly, then offered a smile. "If rodey's lift things, what do groupies do?" He asked curiously, pausing to look at Demian, his smile fading the moment he looked away from Linus. "Hello Demian.." He said softly with aboslutely no tone to his voice.

Kyla Freyja tilts her head "I'm sure they do." she tells Lani. After all, why else would they have windows. "If not we can go to the astronomy tower and climb down from there." she says, her voice a whisper again. Looking at Noelle, she smiles "Rope is a good way to climb down you know." she whispers to her

Siren Resling hears the chiming of the bells, and the time of curfew coming upon them. Hearing the whispers still above her, she heightens her voice a bit, and turns towards the group of girls. "Anyone on the stairs would know that curfew is now... So you can stay up, but you can't stay here." she looks back to the boys and gives a nod to Demi and Colin. "Sadly that means you sneks as well." She says sadly as the night was her favorite part of the day. "Thanks for the band talk guys it was fun. Groupies are well.. They're like fans that are cute girls usually.. I think.."

Leilani Tamriel hearing Siren raise her voice and inform them it was curfew she almost breathes a sigh of relief "Whelp looks like curfew is here so we gotta go back to our common rooms." she says in an almost too chipper tone

Noelle Weaver "its a long way down from the top of the tower and I don't know the extension charm to make the rope longer.," she look at Kyla trying to beat her at her own game" and we would have to use a spell, because long ropes are quite heavy and the 3 of use could carry the length we need" she reasoned with her, when Siren voice echo up from below " it s curfew anyhow now" she stated flatly

Kyla Freyja has heard Siren as well and nods reluctantly before replying "OR we could go to the astronomy tower. and go forward with the plan." she suggests, "I bet the house elves can help with the supplies needed."

Linus Delaney is becoming a tad more curious, if not yet suspicious, of the younger ones nearby but out of earshot. But he is not aware of the time until Siren points it out. Saved by the bell. He looks between Demi and Colin and little nervously and says "Yeah... they're... that. What Siren says. Like fans... but a bit more intense or somethin'. And good talkin' to you too Siren, mate."

Leilani Tamriel "There's a caterwauling charm on the astronomy tower it'll alert my head of House right away." she gives another reason "Plus that courtyard is completely enclosed it doesn't lead outside. Tat's why we can still go there after 8."

Colin Holbrook blinked at Siren as she spoke, still unwaivering in his stance. The little snake would not leave unless Linus was with him, that much was obvious. Tilting his head at Siren's explanation of groups, he would look up to Linus. "Does that mean I can't be a groupies because I'm not cute.." He asked dryly, apparently not concerned about the girl part, just the cute part.

Noelle Weaver "im not sure they would help with rule breaking" Noelle said shaking her head, not really wanting to climb down the tower in the freezing cold night air

Demian Katzen hears the chimes but didn't move along too fast, his gaze lingering on to the golden haired girl. He looked up to see who all was speaking up the stairs, but really could tell who it was or was not. He'd look over to Colin for a moment, with his question, "Who said you aren't cute. You making good groupie. No worries about that, Ja?" He sort of stood there, pacing a little. He lifts one foot and totters to the other, as the conversation had not really ended yet.

Kyla Freyja taps her chin and thinks before brightening "I know! We can go to that broom closet and use the brooms! Then we wouldn't have to climb down!" she says, looking excited.

Noelle Weaver give Kyla a stupefied look " umm the broom closest to out on the grounds ...Outside the castle walls already" she said looking dumbfounded

Noelle Weaver - OOC: kyla is diabolical

Siren Resling smiles at the pair of Linus and Colin, and nods when Demi speaks up. "Who says you're not cute? I'll hex em." she jokes and moves closer to demi so she can give a quick nudge and side hug. "I'm off to my commons, I need the sleep. Goodnight mates." She says softly before letting out a yawn" Swishing her wand to turn on the other braizers on ther way to the huffle commons.

Leilani Tamriel "And all the doors are locked to the outside. We would have had to already been outside. I mean I have my Quidditch broom in my dorm but do you guys have brooms stowed away?" she shifts to the side and looks between the two Eagles

Linus Delaney looked at Demi and Colin a little baffled and shook his head as he said "Mate... mate... nah. /Please/, for the love of Merlin, don't say you're one of them okay? Just a regular fan. You can be cute or whatever. And a fan. Those things don't need to go together though. Ever. For anyone, mate." He looks to Demi again and says "We can talk more in the commons... if ya want? Ain't my time to patrol yet." If only it was... he might be able to stop some kids getting into serious trouble... But of course, he doesn't know what is brewing only meters away. "Night, Siren!", he says to his fellow prefect.

Kyla Freyja thinks hard before grinning. "I know!" she exclaims, looking at the two girls before quickly lowering her voice, we can try and borrow brooms from our peers!" she whispers, her eyes twinkling

Dawn Rothenberg walking up to get some practice she looked to lani and noel and Kyla and just blinked. "Hello?" she asked the trio of trouble.

Demian Katzen grins and leans into the side hug. "Gud Nacht Siren," he smiles. "Be seeing you tomorrow," he promised. He gives a nod, "Ja, time to get back to the commons." He looks down and moves his toes over the brick as if drawing in the dirt. "Hate this time of night," he mutters still looking down.

Noelle Weaver shakes her head no in reply to Lani's question " I don't have one, and I really don't know anyone who would lend me theirs either" giving Dawn a wave and an imploring face of 'help us'

Colin Holbrook smiled softly at Demi and Siren, really liking the idea of being a groupie, even though he still didn't quite understand what it meant. He would then look back up to Linus and blink his dark, soul-less eyes. "But why can't I be a groupies, Sir Linus? Madam says they are cute. And Demian said I was cute. I don't understand.." His voice faded some, wishing he was surrounded by animals right now. They were much easier to understand. He would just stare silently and wait for Linus to lead him back to the commons.

Leilani Tamriel "Well if we want this to be successful at all we should move to a different spot. Before a Prefect comes up here." she nods towards the 3rd floor door

Dawn Rothenberg looking between the three seeing the looks of help. "Erm... I got a place.." she motioned still 'very' confused.

Noelle Weaver "good idea" Noelle nodded

Kyla Freyja grins at Dawn "Hi! Wanna go on an adventure?" she asks with a bright smile. Thinking hard, she perks up again "I know! Let's ask the house elves!" she whispers. Then she nods at Lani "Yep, let's get out of the staircase!" she agrees

Dawn Rothenberg she eye'd the paintings and silently motioned everyone to follow

Linus Delaney nods to Demi. "S'awright, mate. I get it. I wanna be up late too... explorin'... whatever. Speakin' of..." Linus looks up the group above and gives them a small salute. "Time to turn in, you lot. Patrols'll be startin' soon... if ya wanna avoid gettin' in strife, better head back to your commons. Night night and sleep well!" He is still unaware of anything going on so turns to Colin and says "Mate, I'll explain when we get back, yeah?" and he goes to head off with Demi and the lad.

Demian Katzen kicks the stone floor with the tip of his shoe as the golden girl skips off. He sighs and then grins to the two, "Ja, let's hit it," he agrees and turns on his heels to follow back on down into the depths of this wonderful and very haunted castle.

Colin Holbrook would follow the two snakes but also continue to ask question after question to Linus about groupies as they walked.

Linus Delaney went to the commons and retrieved a box of Muggle sweets, bringing it out for the lads to share. "Should we sit? We chill here a bit."

Demian Katzen nods and grins when he sees the treats. "I'm up for it. I can study later," he laughs.

Colin Holbrook was already reaching for the box to take for himself before Linus even opened it or sat down. He followed his mentor to the couch and continued reaching for the box.