#Michael never needs to try ever again at his Halloween costume

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thriller | mark webber

90s au

summerween series

Working the closing shift on Halloween night was the worst thing ever. Who would want to work on the spookiest night of the year? Working wasn’t Y/n’s original plan. She was already in her Wendy Torrance costume when she got a call from her manager saying she was needed last minute to close the store. She had no choice, she needed the money to get out of her crappy town.

She showed up still in costume, it was Halloween after all. When she got to the store, a small line of people were waiting outside. Why? Apparently everyone wanted to rent a horror movie at the same time. . .

“We’ve been waiting for an hour!” Some guy dressed as Dracula complained as Y/n started to unlock the door.

“I can make you wait more.” She replied with an eye roll. She let everyone in and walked to her spot behind the counter. Since it just her working she got to pick the music. She went through the CD rack until she found Bloody Kisses by Type O Negative.

As the music played, she went around the store turning on the orange and red string lights, helping customers and arranging tapes in their rightful place.

“Wendy, darling, light of my life!” She heard a familiar Australian accent. She turned to the voice and saw Mark.

“No costume? I’m afraid I’m going to have to kick you out, Webber.” Y/n joked, walking back to her usual spot behind the counter.

“I’m in costume! I’m dressed as the guy who’s going to take you out on a date.”

Y/n smirked. “Nice try. I have work.”

Mark was always a flirt with y/n. It was nothing new. Half of their friends thought they were dating.

“Dates can be wherever,” Mark watched as she helped a customer. “Could be fun.”

Y/n finished scanning the vhs tapes for the customer. “A date in my workplace on Halloween night sounds fun to you?” She gave back the customer their items in a bag and their change.

“Anywhere is fun with you.” Mark really knew how to make a girl blush.

Y/n sighed, having completely given up on saying no to Mark. “Fine. But you’ll have to wait until my shift is over.”

That’s shouldn’t be so hard. Of course every time a customer would leave, another would enter. It was like that for two hours. Mark was beginning to think their date would never happen.

“Thanks, happy halloween!” Y/n said to the last customer, shutting the front door and locking it. Finally! Her shift was done. She checked the clock on the wall. 11:56 PM. Not bad . . . “It’s still Halloween.” Y/n said to herself.

Somewhere in the store, Mark was looking at the slasher section. Friday the 13th, Halloween, Scream. . . He needed something new.

“Hey, find something interesting?” Y/n questioned as she took off her name tag and placed it in her pocket.

Mark shook his head. “We’ve seen them all multiple times. I don’t know how long I can watch Jamie Lee scream while she’s being chased by Michael.”

“Hey! Jamie Lee is my final girl for life.” Y/n said. “I think MTV is showing the thriller music video at 12.”

“You mean the music video that made you have nightmares and sleep with a night light for two years?” Mark chuckled.

“I was seven, that’s a perfectly reasonable.”

“Don’t come running into my arms when zombie MJ starts haunting your dreams again.” Mark added.

“As if!”

“Just you wait, sweetheart.”

[ingravinoveritas]

Just saw a clip of the Staged bloopers and cut scenes and it made me wonder if you'd ever written a post about David saying "you're the Debbie McGee to my Paul Daniels". Non UK people might know that Paul Daniels was a stage magician who was very popular in the 80s and might even know that Debbie McGee was his assistant but they might not know that they were married for 28 years until Paul Daniels died in 2016. David is calling Michael his wife, or at the very least his glamorous assistant 😳🤣

No need to post if you've already written about it, I went quite a way back through your blog to try and check but, well, you've written a lot about Staged 🤣

Hi there! Oh gosh, I have not actually written a post about David saying that, mainly because being a non-UK person, I did not actually know who Paul Daniels or Debbie McGee are, or that they were married (I think the other part of the reason I don't know them is that they were both a bit before my time). So thank you so much for this delicious tidbit/insight! Let's get a visual up here as we start to talk about it:

The first thing I will say is that I have seen the Staged outtakes, and what makes me love this moment so much is that this was very definitely not part of the script, but rather something David said himself, without prompting. He says it so earnestly as well, as if this particular reference is one that is specifically for them but also one that he does not mind other people hearing. David had to know that this could have made it to the final cut, so the fact that he said it despite that fact seems to speak volumes.

Again, could this just be David joking and calling Michael his sidekick/assistant? Absolutely. But it's incredibly hard not to see the deeper meaning potentially at play, especially when we consider that David has called Michael his wife on at least two other occasions. The second instance in particular is still so remarkable to me, because it wasn't in a promotional or media context, but to a private audience. It's further bolstered by Rob Wilkins referring to Michael and David as "the loveliest couple," which again is a specific choice of words. So it does make one wonder if David and Michael have quietly been calling themselves that for some time, at least to their personal circles (a long time, even, given that Staged 2 aired at the beginning of 2021).

Regardless of whether David's comment was meant as a joke or as a sly allusion to the nature of his and Michael's relationship, what I love most about this (and what I think we could all agree on) is that David is saying that Michael is the person he makes magic with. Magic we saw in Good Omens, and then subsequently in a few seasons of Staged, and again in GO season 2. And with any luck, magic we will get to see Michael and David make together for a long, long time to come.

Also, for those who have never seen what Paul Daniels and Debbie McGee look like (as I hadn't), I need to share this picture:

...And also say that I really would love to see Michael in that outfit and headpiece on the left. His hair is as curly as Debbie's, so we can definitely see how lovely that headpiece would look on such a head of hair. Not to mention the pink sparkly I Dream of Jeannie-esque outfit and coordinating eye shadow, which Michael would absolutely slay in. I will never know peace until we see a picture of him in that outfit, and I think he would love to wear it, especially given how much we know Michael loves drag. Couples Halloween costume this year with David? We can only hope...

Again, thank you for sharing this most excellent information, which I hope my followers will also very much enjoy. Thanks for writing in! x

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BTS Halloween party – Bite me

Non-idol!Jimin   x   fem!reader

Summary: You have been friends with Jimin for a while. But now at a Halloween party together, things go further than ever before. Will either of you stop?

Themes/warnings: smut with a bit of plot at the beginning, alcohol, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, nipple play, friends to lovers

Wordcount: ca. 2.5k

Disclaimer: 18+, DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER 18

I do not own BTS. They merely inspire me. None of this is related to their persons in real life.

You’re dressed as Scarlet Witch for the Halloween party Taehyung is throwing. You love Marvel.

“I bet Jungkook will be dressed as Iron Man”, one of your friends says and giggles. She’s had a crush on the guy for ages.

“99% sure”, you agree.

You walk up to the house the party is taking place in and ring the doorbell. When Taehyung called you and asked you to come, you couldn’t say no. He throws amazing, tasteful parties with just the right amount of casual fun.

Someone you don’t know opens the door and lets you in. Probably one of Taehyung’s friends. He has so many. You and your friends follow inside.

The decorations are black and gold with a hint of red and orange. Very elegant, exactly Taehyung’s style.

“If you want anything to drink, Yoongi is manning the bar at the moment. Feel free to eat, drink, dance, whatever you want. See you later”, he winks at you as the door rings again. A smooth system to keep the party going.

“I’m going for a drink first”, you say. None of your friends follow. One heads off to find Taehyung, the rest drift off to chat with people they recognize. You shrug your shoulders and head to the bar.

Yoongi hands a pretty cocktail to a woman dressed like Supergirl. You feel like you’re interrupting a moment and hover in the background until the women leaves.

“Ah, y/n, what do you want tonight?”

“She’s probably out for blood. But only my blood.” Chuckling, Jimin sidles up beside you. He’s dressed up as a vampire with fake pointy teeth, dark make-up around his eyes and a black button-up that is sinfully wide open.

“Red wine as usual, y/n?”

“Yes, please.”

You’ve known the guys for nearly decade, so they know you well. Yoongi pours you the wine and refreshes Jimin’s drink. The two off you walk away after to make room for all the people who suddenly are in need of a beverage.

“Nice costume”, you say.

“Yours is good as well.”

Jimin looks you up and down.

“Thanks.”

You feel strangely tingly all of a sudden.

“Oh, y/n! Hey!”

Taehyung comes up to you and slings his arm around you. You hug. Jimin’s face looks a bit sour when you pull apart again.

“Please, y/n, dance with me. I’m trying to dance with every woman tonight.”

You glance at Jimin, but he averts his eyes.

“Alright. I’ll dance with you. See you later, Jimin.”

“Later”, he grumbles and slinks off.

“Is something wrong with him today”, you ask as Taehyung leads you to the dance floor in the living room.

“Nothing more than usual, I think.” You hit Taehyung in the arm. He smiles in his cute, boxy way. “You should go check after the dance, maybe.”

“Maybe.”

The two of you have a blast dancing to Thriller by Michael Jackson and then a song you’ve never heard before. After four songs, you remember that Jimin was being weird. You do one more song and then push one of your friends at Taehyung. He doesn’t seem to mind, even though a slow song has come on.

You head off to find Jimin. He definitely isn’t on the dance floor. Next you check the bar and snack station. No trace of him there either.

You’re about to head out of the kitchen, where all the snacks are, when you spot a lone figure on the terrace. One with a slim waist and thick thighs that reminds you of Jimin. You open the terrace door, which doesn’t creek. Jimin still turns around.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey.”

You step up next to him. A chilly breeze blows around the house, making goosebumps erupt all over your arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are we okay?”

Jimin doesn’t answer immediately, so you look at him. It’s very hard to say what he’s thinking.

“Do you like Taehyung?”

“Of course, I do. He’s my friend.”

“I meant if you like him as more than a friend.”

“No, I don’t.”

You say it without hesitation or second thought, because it’s the truth.

“Okay. Just asking.”

“Come back inside, Jimin. It’s cold out here.”

Jimin smiles at you.

“Can I bite you before we go inside?”

“Bite me?”

You’re taken aback. Jimin laughs at your surprised face. But not in a mocking way.

“I’m a vampire, remember? I have to bite people to get energy. And I’m feeling a bit drained right now.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. You and your friends truly are a weird bunch.

“Go ahead. I hope my blood tastes like strawberries, for your sake.”

Jimin puts his arm around your waist and pulls you closer. He pushes your hair to the side, exposing your neck. You shiver, but it’s not because of the cold.

His lips are gentle when they touch your skin. When they move away a heartbeat later, you feel naked. Cheated.

“That was you biting me? What kind of a vampire are you?”

“Sorry, wrong spot.”

His lips come down on your neck again, with more pressure. You feel his tongue on your skin. You hold your breath. Without your brain consciously deciding to do so, your hands land on his chest. Thanks to the many opened buttons, you get to feel some warm skin.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

Jimin moves along your neck, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses. You melt into him.

When he stops and comes face to face with you, your mind starts working again. Somewhat.

“You lost your pointy teeth, Count Dracula.”

“As a modern-day vampire, they only come out when I’m out for blood.”

You smile at him. He smiles back. The cute, one-sided dimple smile that makes his eyes almost disappear.

“May I kiss you, y/n?”

Instead of answering, you grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer until your lips meet. His lips are soft, warm and he tastes of Coke.

You pull back again.

“You weren’t drinking alcohol?”

“No. I wanted to be able to drive people home if they needed it.”

“I like that you’re so kind and considerate.”

Jimin bites his lip. They are red from the kiss.

“I think we should kiss again.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. With one arm tightly around your waist, Jimin backs you against one of the pillars that holds up the terrace’s roof. Your bodies pressed together, he kisses you like there is no tomorrow. Your hand finds its way inside his shirt. You can feel his strong chest muscles, the beating of his heart under your palm.

You slide your other hand down to his belt, to hold him as close as physically possible. A few more seconds, then he draws back, running a hand through his beautiful dark hair.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

You frown at him.

“Uncomfortable? I was very comfortable, actually.”

Jimin, his cheeks slightly flushed, points downwards. Your eyes easily find the dent in his jeans, which seems to be growing by the second. You smile as you keep looking at it.

“I didn’t notice. I was too focused on feeling up your chest and enjoying the kiss. And I’m not uncomfortable at all.”

You grab Jimin’s arm and pull him closer. His body heat envelops you again, which feels nice.

“If a kiss is all you want, that’s okay. I personally wouldn’t mind taking it further. But only if you are comfortable with it too.”

“It’s not weird for you? We have been friends for so long.”

“No, it’s not weird. If we want to be more than friends, why shouldn’t we?”

It’s like a switch is flicked inside Jimin. His eyes turn to molten chocolate and his lips relax into a sexy smile. You swallow hard.

“Thank you for making me feel at ease.” His arm goes around your waist, pulling you so close again, that you can feel his hardness against your stomach. “If you want to stop at any point, tell me.”

His lips brush along your neck again. You sigh. With one hand, you tug free his shirt from his pants and slide your hand under. The muscles of his stomach are hard and warm under your hand. Your other hand goes to his ass.

Jimin claims your lips in another kiss. This one is less rough and messy, more measured and much more intense. His free hand slides up your side until he can brush over your nipple with his thumb. You whimper into the kiss. He repeats the motion until you feel like you might implode. You cling onto his ass for dear life.

Jimin finally draws back again. His hair is messy and his pupils are blown out. He looks absolutely stunning.

“I, uhm, live just down the road. Should we go there and continue this? I’d much rather do this with my mouth than my fingers.”

“Let’s go.”

You grab his hand and drag him along.

“Also, I know where you live. I was there literally last week, silly.”

“Right. And you helped me look at it when I thought of buying it.”

“That too.”

The ten-minute walk you spend mostly talking about life. Talking has always been easy for the two of you. You never run out of topics. Twice, you stop to make out some more.

As soon as the door is closed and the light is on in Jimin’s house, you pounce on each other. A trail of clothes follows you to the bedroom, which you helped him repaint and redecorate last year after a break-up.

By the time Jimin gently lays you down on his bed, you’re both naked. You reach out and run your hand along his shaft. His breath catches when you move up to the frenulum and head. A pearl of precum leaks out. You lean forward and lick it off. You blink up at him, your hand still wrapped around the satiny skin.

“Baby, please. Take it slow, okay? I don’t want to be the first one to cum tonight.”

“Okay.”

You let go and lie back down, spreading your legs in the process.

His eyes dart back and forth between your perky nipples and pussy now on full display. You smile. Finally, he settles on your boobs and covers your body with his to reach your nipple. He plays with it with his tongue a little first, driving you near insane.

Then he takes your nipple into his mouth and performs literal magic. You cum way too quickly, pulling on his hair as if your life depended on it.

His smiles up at you once he’s unlatched. You only manage a sleepy smile in return. Jimin moves lower, trailing kisses along your stomach, down your thighs. He leaves tiny suction marks on the insides of your thighs. It feels wonderful, being worshipped this way. Your mind is clearing up a little right when he dives in to suck on your clit.

He’s not playing around. He keeps attacking your clit in the best possible way and with barely a moment to breathe in between. Your thighs want to squeeze shut around his head, but he keeps them apart with his arms. Your heels and fingernails dig into the mattress. You whine and moan, unable to form a coherent thought.

The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens until your eyes roll upwards, your toes curl and you cum again.

Jimin, quick at learning to read your body, stops his ministrations as the waves stop rolling through your body and you slump into the mattress, exhausted.

He crawls up the length of the bed and lies down next to you.

“You’re really good at this.”

You turn your head to the side and look at him.

“You look a bit tired now.”

“I mean, yeah, a little.”

“Do you want to sleep?”

“Soon.”

You yawn. Jimin kisses the tip of your nose. You’re asleep before he manages to pull the blanket up around you.

You wake up enveloped in warmth. The clock on the bedside table reads 5:36 AM. Jimin’s arm is draped around your waist. You can feel his soft, even breathing against your neck.

Against your lower back, you can feel his hardness. Memories of the previous evening replay in your mind. The way he took care of you. The skilled ways of his tongue and mouth. How you got off, but he didn’t.

You still haven’t felt him inside of you. The thought makes you squeeze your thighs together. The soft, satin skin of his head when you licked it last night. You let your hand wander between your thighs to craw circles on your clit. You know you’re too horny to go right back to sleep.

You keep as quiet as you can, trying to not move your hips. The orgasm comes quite quickly and you bite your lip so you make no sound.

“Anything I can help you with, baby?”

Jimin’s voice is a sexy, sleepy whisper, his voice low and smooth like honey. He runs his hand down your side to your hip.

“Sorry I woke you.”

“I think it was more my dick that woke me.”

You let out a giggle.

“What is off-limits”, you finally ask.

Jimin is silent for a moment. Probably thinking.

“Nothing.”

“Anything right now?”

“I’d prefer not to get out of bed right now.”

“Ditto.”

Both of you laugh.

You spread your legs, reach for his dick and position it at your entrance. Then you slowly push your hips back towards him. Jimin lets you, his breath hitching a few times.

“When you asked me if anything was off-limits, I thought you had something wild in mind.”

“Just wanted to be on the safe side.”

He is fully enveloped in your warmth now, filling you nicely. Jimin takes a few deep breaths.

“You feel good, baby.”

He kisses your shoulder. Then, he sets a slow pace. While you play with your clit, he hits just the right spot.

The occasional low moan of Jimin turns you on even more. If this isn’t the perfect way to spend the early morning, you don’t know what is.

Though he still moves at the same slow pace, you notice when Jimin’s movement becomes sloppier. You arch your hips a little more, taking him even deeper.

“Jimin, harder, please.”

He complies. And has you seeing stars with a few hard thrusts. The orgasm washes over you, having you contract around him repeatedly. Jimin lets out a grunt and spills within you.

Despite the position, you’re both breathing heavily. It takes a hot minute until your pulses return to normal. Jimin slings his arm around you, resting his hand on one of your boobs. You lie like that for a bit.

“I really like you, y/n.”

“I really like you too.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.”

Jimin gives you a kiss on the cheek before letting go and slowly easing out of you.

“Stay like that, baby. I’ll bring a washcloth and towel to clean up.”

A few minutes later, as you cuddle into Jimin’s chest, your hand above his heart, you think that this is the best Halloween ever.

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[daphnebowen]

hsmtmts season four episode four

Zac efron in baywatch is CRAZY BRO

richard Bowen: the French fry and the funnel cake

why does Mike suck at shopping? How do you buy cooking oil instead of tanning oil??? How do you do that???

HOW DOES RICHARD NOT KNOW MARY POPPINS ON SIGHT COME ON NOW Gina needs to educate him BADLY

”Ricky and Gina are just friends” yes Mike. Thank you for your input.

five nights in a row?!?!?!?!?!?

ricky is ranting to miss Jenn and Mike is crazy

MAKE GOOD CHOICES??? NO PROMISES??? What is he planning on doing tonight?!?!?!?

this song is really disturbing but also an absolute bop

spooky indeed…

okay I totally thought Ashlyn was going as ms Darbus too!!!!!! I never would have gotten Eleanor roosevelt??

”for the low low price of one of my cats for the day. That’s fine right?” No. No it’s not.

BATMANNNN I WANNA SEE JOSH DRESSED UP LIKE BATMANNN

” WOW YOU LOOK GREAT!!!”

”let’s get this starty parted!!!!!!!!! Nope wait let me come in again”

”Bowen as baywatch???” Honey you’re not the only one who’s confused this is too hilarious

“I’m scared 😟”

HANDSOME MR MAZARRA IS CRAZY

AND KOURTNEY JUST BLOWS RIGHT BY IT AS IF HER MOM DIDNT SAY ANYTHING AHAHAH

again, ten reasons why kourtneys mom is the best parent

”wait. You think mr mazarra is HANDSOME?!”

“dude. Can’t say that.”

mike. Mike Mike Mike. Why would you only get one bag of candy on halloween??? Have you never had halloween before???

the fact that Mack knows EVERYONES NAMES except for Ricky’s that seems blatant right there tbh like how does he know jets and not Ricky’s???

”g-force”

”wow guy! The one who almost ruined the take!” “Wow.” “Yeah, like that!” Ricky is so over Mack I swear

“oh good, spark is here.” “His name is mark and you know this” they said with fake smiles and wide eyes

”sister slayed the remodel” “indeed she did”

”you got it… buddy” the most unconvincing thumbs up ever!

gina trying to hide her mark and spark poster board but it keeps bouncing back PKEASE DONT BE FORESHADOWING

kourtney is SLAYING

Ricky mocking jet is DEFINITELY josh “gotta play it cool tonight bro”

”call. 9. 1. 1.” YES HELP KOURT NEEDS A COSTUME

BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA RICKY SPITTING IN MACKS DRINK I CANT THE MOST OUT OF POCKET THING HE HAS EVER DONE seriously though I would literally do the same

”iS tHaT fAbRiC?”

”jetty’s got a cruuush!”

only candy, Michael? Omg he’s so dumbbbb it’s giving “its only a song” “a song can mean everything”

he got her a bottle cap?? Tacky.

he’s a little bit too full of himself.

asking “who is it “ ON HALLOWEEN BRUH like it’s definitely not gonna be little kids looking for candy which, by the way, you don’t have! ����🏼‍♀️

I wanna be called “cutie” :(

“bestie of the week” so degrading

omg this is so chaotic I can’t even Dani is like confronting Ricky about his costume and Gina is so confused and Ricky isn’t sure what to say… this is messy yall

RICKY JUMPING INTO GINAS ARMS AWW

omg Maddox is dying

“AS A FRIENDDDD” girl just admit it already she’s so shook

Mad and mad are… bad YES THEY ARE MADLYN FOR LIFE

NO SEBLOS IS NOT OVER FIGHT ME CARLOS

oh crap Mack why you have to go and say things like that

Ricky is so over it lmao the whole time Dani is talking he’s like “shut up shut up shut up” POOR GINA THOUGH

“Troy and Gabriella are characters, not a couple!!” - Kourtney

ricky: “well…”

”WHAAAAT???” The excited squeal is literally me every time something rina-y happens ♥️

the way Mack was like oh shiitake mushrooms and Dani’s look of astonishment - no, you two will not be cheating on each other with the best couple in history TODAY 😝

jet is a VIBE BRO- “I’m so glad this is out in the open, it was getting exhausting” honestly SAME

oh no. Gina’s mom. (She doesn’t deserve a name)

buddies. Always a bad sign 😳

richard just got friend zoned after him and Gina admitted they were a couple in front of all their friends. Oof. Can’t say I don’t blame him for running

”I like to dress up as Mary poppins and you like to give over the counter pharmaceuticals to children.” Yeah Jenn that’s probably a bad sign…

PREACH MISS JENN PREACH YOU AND MAZZY ARE WAY BETTER I think

i agree mike and miss Jenn got together way too soon after the divorce it was like BAM and idk how to feel about it

maddox’s hair looks so cute curly!!

lowkey wish Emmy and Jet would have gotten a duet

sharing songs with each other is literally the first step in any perfect relationship you can not prove me wrong

SEBBIEEE!!!! He really is a knight in shining armor

”not harder than you not talking to me!” Oh, um, think again… BOMBSHELLS

awww ash’s voice is so good

RINAS POLAROID PIC IS SO ADORABLE PLEASE

ashlyn and Maddox’s chemistry is honestly super good they are both absolutely gorgeous and can sing like no one’s business (but technically ash and big red are still together, right? So… wouldn’t Ashlyn be cheating if anything were to happen??)

pause. Richard. Please don’t break up with Gina. That would be the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. I have faith in you tho.

the way pumpkin guy awkwardly climbed thru the window

i still can’t believe Seb cheated

jarred is literally the worst at reading social cues like bro can’t you see Seb and Carlos are going through something over here? Take a chill pill and let them figure it out before you jump in ugh

hes not even that good looking either LMAOOO

Poor sebbie! But he shouldn’t have cheated imo

yes Ricky. Unleash all of your problems on miss Jenn. She will help you. She will use her magic powers and fix everything.

Ricky looks like he has a unibrow BAHAHA

yes miss Jenn call in those reinforcements

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC is Half-Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Part 2!

Part 1 Lessons 1-5 Lessons 5-6 Group Retreat Lessons 10-12 Lessons 13-15 Part 3 Part 4

Okay, They’re Your Cousins but You’re Not Sure How They’re Related to You...

(Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, and Luke)

(It’s mostly Luke)

Barbs likes smol Lucifer. Smol Lucifer likes Barbs. They bake together with Luke. MC nearly set the kitchen on fire. MC needed to learn to cook.

MC is forever delegated to mixing duty because they refuse to admit that they don’t know how to work the oven.

Simeon is the one telling MC embarrassing stories about Lucifer and the rest of the Student Council from when they were all angels. Lucifer never hated Simeon more than when he found out that Simeon told MC about how hard Lucifer cried when he got to hold baby Mammon for the first time. MC was sworn to secrecy.

Well... sworn to secrecy, but if Uncle Mammon just happened to find out through a series of coincidences it wouldn’t be MC’s fault, right?

Simeon also tried to help teach MC to fly... but he kept distracting them with stories about Lucifer and Michael learning to fly.

“So my father was even WORSE than he told me he was?!”

“Yes, he actually challenged Michael and Raphael to a race at one point. Lucifer ended up slamming directly into a wall because he didn’t know how to stop.”

“SIMEON!”

Solomon was absolutely fascinated with MC. How did their half demon half human nature affect their reaction to certain spells and potions? Do half demons have more or less magical strength than normal demons? Can half demons make pacts with humans? Wait- Lucifer why are you taking MC away they were talking- Lucifer!

Immortal troll needs to troll. MC is the unwitting victim of many of Solomon’s shenanigans.

“Why must I speak in rhymes?! This is the end of times!”

“MC, just stop talking.”

“Father, I don’t mean to be a bother but-”

“So the rhyming spell works the same on half demons... interesting...”

“Solomon...”

“I’m leaving, Lucifer. I’m leaving!”

Aw! Two kids in the Devildom! They were fast friends. Sure, Luke was a little annoying and MC was a bit of a dick, but their mutual smallness and desire to impress their parental figures brought them together.

“Michael’s just so cool and amazing! The way he flies, the way he commands everyone... I want to be just like him someday!”

“Is that why you’re making a cake?”

“Michael has a sweet tooth, and I want to impress him.”

“I wonder if Lucifer likes sweets...”

“Why would you want to give HIM sweets?”

MC just gave Luke a toothy grin and started making the dough for the cake.

Remember back in Lucifer’s section where I said MC would keep their lineage a secret to freak people out? Yeah... they kept it from Luke. At first it was a joke! They were going to tell him! They just uh... it got really awkward. They planned on revealing it to Luke right after they learned how to properly fly so they could swoop in, pick their angel buddy up and zip the two of them to school. It’d freak Luke out at first, but it was meant to be funny! MC would have even sung the song from Aladdin! It um... didn’t turn out that way.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” MC growled at the lesser demons that were crowding Luke.

“O-oh... uh... nuh-nothing...” a few of the demons backed off, mumbling a few harried apologies to MC as they scurried away. The remaining demons seemed a tad more... hmm... they say there’s a fine line between bravery and stupidity.

“M-MC! You can’t fight demons! I’m an angel I-I c-can...” Luke sniffled, but tried his best to step in front of MC.

“Oh please, the little half-breed and the lowest ranked angel are going to put up a fight?” One of the demons jeered, a few of the remaining demons joined in.

MC’s eyes narrowed, their glare as cold as the worst winter storm. “I’m going to tell you once, and once only,”

Their wings sprouted from their back, horns now fully grown and on display, teeth sharper and glistening in the light. Hm, it seemed half demons could make their eyes glow too, how delightful.

MC gave the other demons a sweet smile, it would have been comforting if it weren’t for the amount of teeth they were showing off. They lazily placed their hand on Luke’s head and lightly moved him out of the way.

“Leave, or I will make you regret ever crossing us exchange students.” MC’s carefree smile couldn’t mask the malice that coated every single word that left their lips. “Run along now, you’re not needed here.”

The demon that had started the taunts stiffened, he looked from MC, to Luke, to the other demons, before scoffing and shaking his head. “Whatever, the two of them aren’t worth it anyway...”

When the offending demons weren’t leaving fast enough for MC’s liking, they snapped their fingers and shot a fireball right behind the fleeing demons’ feet. They cleared out pretty quickly after that.

“Luke?” MC turned to look at their friend. “Are you...”

Luke was backing away. That look in his eyes, he was... scared. Scared of MC...

“Y-you’re a d-demon?” He whimpered, taking another step back.

“Half demon, actually.” MC let their demonic elements disappear. “I meant to tell you, I really did! It just was never the right time-”

“You lied to me! You said you were human! But you’re a demon like the rest of them!” Luke shouted, he wiped at his eye with his sleeve and sniffled. “I tried to help you, but you just..! I thought you were my friend!”

“Luke- hang on!” MC took a few steps forward, but Luke was already running away. MC felt something twist in their gut, something awful. That ball of innate pride twisted and practically screamed, filling MC’s head.

“He’s not worth it!”

“You’re above him anyway...”

“If he can’t understand how perfect you are, he doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Don’t grovel for his forgiveness. He’s beneath you.”

“Your help was rejected. Let him hate you. You’re the child of one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, who is he to make you upset?”

The thoughts filled MC’s head as they desperately tried to shut them up. They were their father’s child, their pride wouldn’t be easily combated.

“Just be quiet!” MC clawed at their head.

“You’re better than this. You’re better than this. You’re better than this-”

“Luke!” MC called out again. “I’m sorry!”

It truly was a shame that their friend didn’t understand how much an apology from MC really meant.

They guessed Luke was right, wasn’t he? Demons were nasty awful liars. MC was no different...

That hurt.

Lucifer noticed his kid was moping around, not even Detective Toe Beans could cheer them up. Mammon even came home covered in mud from a failed money-making scheme and it didn’t even make MC crack a smile! He needed to get to the bottom of this.

Upon hearing the reason for his child’s woes, he was fully ready to break down the door of Purgatory Hall and throttle the little chihuahua, but Lucifer came to his senses and realized that MC probably didn’t want that.

He teamed up with Simeon and Solomon the things he did for MC... And managed to get both Luke and MC to the Demon Lord’s Castle to hang out with Barbatos.

It didn’t take a genius to realize that Luke missed his friend too. Sure they called him a chihuahua sometimes, but they were still the bestest friend he had made during his time in the exchange program... maybe ever...

Maybe... just maybe... he overreacted. MC did protect him after all, and they never tried to hurt him...

Barbatos was fully ready to fulfill his role as Luke’s second dad and help his angel-son make up with his friend.

It may have been awkward at first, but the two had to join forces to stop Solomon from getting within a hundred metres of the kitchen. Nothing brings two people back together more than fear for your tastebuds.

Mission success. Lucifer could relax knowing that his kid and the chihuahua were back to being friends. Maybe MC could convince Luke to quiet his infernal yapping... Lucifer was trying to work here!

For some extra fluff, after many days of asking and asking, Lucifer and Simeon agree to take Luke and MC up to the human world for Halloween. They got to go trick or treating, and everyone complimented MC and Luke on their ���costumes’.

*insert sitcom laugh track here*

Sure, it may have been a little immoral for MC to use their powers to manipulate the humans into giving Luke and MC more candy but... candy...

Oh shit would you look at the time- they had to get back to the Devildom for Diavolo’s birthday party- MC STOP WITH THE CHOCOLATE! THE SIGN SAYS TAKE ONE! DON’T BE LIKE MAMMON.

The exchange year had been a success. Well... sort of. MC wasn’t exactly the average Joe human the Student Council expected, which is why after a lengthy break where MC went back to the human world to visit their other parent and human friends, the seven rulers of Hell (+MC) were sitting and waiting for the new exchange students to arrive.

Unlike the previous year, the entire student council was present. That included Levi who they had to physically drag there, Belphie who was carried there and had to be placed in his seat because he was completely passed out, and finally Mammon, he just had to be threatened.

“Father,” MC pouted from their seat next to Lucifer. “Why isn’t my chair as big as yours?”

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Because you’re much shorter than me. You can have a bigger chair when you grow a few more inches.”

“Mmm...” MC murmured, crossing their arms. “Are the students going to get here, or what?”

“Can you be patient?” Lucifer asked. “They’ll be here any moment now. I can trust that you’ll behave, right?”

MC looked scandalized, placing a hand over their heart and gasping. “Father! Of course! I’ll be the most polite person these humans have ever met!”

Not so deep down, Lucifer severely doubted that.

“Come now, Lucifer and MC!” Diavolo said from his elevated seat. “It’s almost eight am!”

Right on schedule the portal opened, two sets of screams followed.

“The next big priority should be making the trip more comfortable.” MC huffed. “It’s demeaning getting dropped straight down like that and just slamming into the floor.”

“Hm.” Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Perhaps instead we can just teleport them up to the Celestial Realm, start a war, and have them crash through not one, not two, but all three barriers between the realms with no portal.”

“Father...” MC matched Lucifer’s eye roll. “That has the same energy as ‘when I was your age I walked to school 100 miles through a blizzard!’ The polite thing to do for the exchange students is to not let them hit the floor at 100 mph and possibly give them a concussion.”

And slam straight onto the floor the two other exchange students did. Well, one of them slammed right into the marble, the other had tried in vain to use their wings to slow their decent or fly back up.

Wait...

WINGS?!

WAIT THE OTHER HAD HORNS?!

THEY BOTH HAD-

Oh and would you look at that... one looked like... and the other looked like-

Shitballs.

Lucifer had to keep himself from actually shouting in frustration. One normal day... one day of no exchange student issues was all he asked for...

“Out of over ten million candidates out of over eight billion humans...” Lucifer grumbled. “How in my father’s name did this happen again?”

(OOOOOOOOOO SEQUEL BAIT!)

[mike-wheel]

here’s my byler autumn event one shot i kinda hate it

Drunk on Halloween

inspired by the song “drunk on halloween” by wallows

⚠️TW: drinking/alcohol consumption⚠️

Michael Wheeler was being dragged to a high school party that one of Lucas’s basketball teammates were throwing. It was a halloween party and the rest of the party had begged Mike to dress up as the Mystery Gang with them but he refused. Ever since Will had moved away 3, now almost 4 years ago, it was hard to spend Halloween together, especially because of the distance but they did, every year. Except for this one apparently. And Mike didn’t like celebrating without him, so for the first time ever, he didn’t dress up this year.

This year El had come into town to celebrate Halloween with them. Will had come to, but he wasn’t at the party. He didn’t know where he was and even if he did, Will probably wouldn’t want to see him, not since last Halloween.

“Mike!” Max called to him from the back door, “We’re gonna go out back and play a quick game of basketball, wanna come?”

He just shook his head, resulting in Max rolling her eyes and heading out the back door. Mike stayed in the corner, leaning against the wall, drinking his can of coke. He didn’t like parties. He didn’t like being around all these people, yelling, dancing, just so many people. He couldn’t just go dance and drink without thinking about if people were watching him and if they were, what they were thinking. So he stayed in the corner. Away from everything.

Usually he and Will would be in the corner together. Laughing and talking about people’s costumes and dance moves. Drinking soda because neither liked the feeling of alcohol, and waiting until their friends would say it’s time to go. Usually they’d be together, this time was different.

Well only for about 10 minutes when Will bumped into him in the corner.

“Sorry I hope you don’t mind I’m here with you, it’s just loud and I can’t find my sister, she said we’d only have to be here- Mike?”

“Will. Hey” Mike said awkwardly, tugging at his hair a little “I thought you weren’t coming to the party”

“Yeah well El made me, my mom too. Said it was important to come, see my friends again, you know the same stuff. But I was tired and didn’t want to go, so El promised only for an hour, I don’t know where she is though” He shrugged

“Yeah totally” But Mike knew he didn’t want to come because he didn’t want to see him. “You didn’t come with us though?”

“Robin dropped me off”

“Oh” Even though the party was loud as all hell, the silence between him and Will killed him. “Are you drinking?” He asked, pointing to the cup in Wills hand

“Ha no, you know I don’t like alcohol, it’s just sprite.” He smiled for the first time he’d seen him that night.

And Mike smiled back. And it stayed like that for a little, both smiling with each other in the corner, like old times. And Mike took a risk. He got the confidence to bring it up. He finally got it in that moment.

“Will about that night, last Halloween,” And he fucked it up. Because the smile immediately disappeared from Wills face and his eyes became wide with panic, as he looked around the room for some kind of escape.

“Will I, I’m sorry okay-“

“No Mike, just forget it okay? I want to forget it, we’re fine”

“Will I know we aren’t, I just want to talk about it. Please”

“You had all year to talk about it. I wanted to talk about it, but you chose to forget it, and now i want to too.”

Mike opened his mouth, searching for some kind of response, any reply to make it better, but he couldn’t think, he couldn’t find one.

“I should go Mike.” He sighed “Tell El I went home. We’re staying at Dustins, make sure she gets home safe.”

“Okay” And he got that same feeling he got when he watched Will bike away that summer of ‘85. The guilt, heartbreak, anger at himself all coming back. And then the music felt louder than normal. It hurt his head and he just wanted to leave. And as babyish as it sounded, he wanted to be in his moms arms.

He threw his coke away and went to the front, and took a seat on the porch steps. Putting his head in his hands, trying to block out the sounds, the loud music that gave

him a headache. He just wanted to talk to Will, to be with him, talk to him, make things right. He wanted to try it, he didn’t want to be scared. He knew what he wanted and wanted to go through with it.

“Mike?” Dustin and Max were in front of him now, “Are you okay? What happened?”

———————————————————————

“Are you drunk?” Mike laughed as Will slumped his head on his shoulder. They were sitting on the bathroom floor. Will said it was too loud for him and Mike took him to the bathroom. He had a red solo cup full of something. He didn’t know what, but Wills breath smelled a little like alcohol.

“I’m not drunk! You know I only drink soda” Will said smiling up at Mike

“I think you mistook some alcohol for soda William” He teased, brushing some of Wills hair out of his face. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired”

“Do you want to go home?”

“No I like being here with you. Do you like being here with me?” He asked, eyes closed now

“Of course I do. I’ve missed you a lot Will, I’m really glad you came home for Halloween”

“I’ve missed you too. My friends don’t like Halloween” He pouted a little

“They sound crazy”

“No were crazy remember?”

“Ha yeah we are. Are you feeling a little crazy Will?” He asked looking down at Will who was playing with Mikes jacket zipper

“Yes”

“How come?”

“I like someone”

“Really? I never thought this day would come” Mike chuckled “Who?”

And to Mikes surprise, Will sat up, looked him in the eyes, and placed a soft quick kiss on his lips. And for a couple seconds, Mike kissed back and then he felt a snap of reality and pulled away.

“Will..”

“Mike” He smiled

“You’re drunk, you don’t mean that.”

And his smile fell

“Yes I do, I like you Mike.”

“Will cmon this” he motioned between them “It wouldn’t work”

“You kissed back, don’t you want it to?”

“I- I don’t know. I mean the kiss was nice, but it wouldn’t work. It couldn’t. We’re both boys Will, what would my family think? Our friends?”

“They might not care, our friends love us, and your mom and nancy cares about you so much.”

“That’s a big might Will. And I cant trust my family. Nancy maybe but my mom? My dad, holly even.” He started tugging at the back of his hair. He really needed to stop doing that.

“But Mike-“

“I don’t want to talk about this Will!” Mike softened his voice “I just, I don’t want to talk about this, please” He put a hand on Wills shoulder, but Will pulled away.

“Fine Mike. But maybe you should try facing your feelings, instead of running away from them all the time.”

————————————————————

“Can you take me to see Will, Dustin?”

“Sure”

The car ride was quiet as everyone kept giving side eyes to Mike. They didn’t know what was wrong, but knew if it was about Will, it was important.

Dustin dropped Mike off at his house, saying the rest of them were gonna go get some dinner and bring some back.

“Will?” Mike said knocking on the guest room door, “I’m gonna come in okay?”

“Okay” he called from the other side of the door

“Can I sit?” Mike asked, pointing to the second twin bed, next to Wills.

“Sure”

Mike took a breath of relief, “Okay, I want to talk about last halloween. And before you say anything I know I made the choice to not talk about it. And that’s my fault. But I’m sorry. I really am. I was just scared of what people would think of me. I said stupid shit and I should’ve been worried about you. You were brave and took an insane risk, and if I’m being honest. I loved that kiss. I think about it a lot, well all the time. And that night. I would’ve done that night completely differently if I could. And I’m just really sorry Will.”

And Will laughed. A laugh of relief and Mike laughed with him.

“Thanks Mike, and I’m sorry too. I was kind of a jerk. I know facing your feelings is really hard. Shit it took me like 2 years, and I just put so much pressure on you. And that was super unfair.”

“Yeah we were both kind of stupid that night huh?”

“I guess we do make each other crazy”

“Yeah we do.” Mike smiled at him

“So you loved that kiss?” Will teased, “Want to do it again?”

“I- I uh yes” Mike laughed awkwardly as he moved over to sit next to Will, “Is this okay?” He asked, placing a hand on Wills cheek

“Yes” Will smiled brightly as he put a hand on Mikes waist and leaned in a little

“Are you sure about this Mike? I want to make sure you’re okay with this”

“More than okay” He smiled and closed the gap between them.

“Happy Halloween Mike” Will whispered as he put his forehead against Mikes

“Wow both our ‘first’ kisses with each other on Halloween”

“Yeah, I guess it’s kinda our holiday hm” Will laughed

“I guess so”

[buttercupfckyp]

So, this was started as a discussion between myself and my best friend after seeing a post about the collector and his 🍑 being out in almost every physical altercation is the movie, and then about the possible lack of a belt to keep up the pants. This spiraled into us having a discussion about the possibility of pantsing the slashers and running away and if that would maybe be a ticket to becoming the final girl/boy. It has gotten way longer than planned, but still only includes my fave slashers. I also found their "government" names and think they are hilarious.

Bubba Sawyer Leatherface (The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, 1974):

He’s wearing an apron. Also, I’m pretty sure he’s wearing a belt, and if not, the aforementioned apron will keep things up I'm sure.

William Edward Billy Lenz (Black Christmas, 1974)

I mean… idfk tbh. Pants him for all I care, it’d sure be fun to see.

Michael Audrey Myers (Halloween, 1978):

He’s wearing a fashionable one-piece you dumdum, no way in hell that one’s gonna fall.

Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th, 1980):

He has worn dungarees, he has worn tool belts, he has worn pants probably with and without belts. So I’d say it really depends on the day if you could pants him or not.

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine, 1981):

Yes, a belt on top of a one-piece. Not gonna happen.

Frederick Charles Freddy Krüger (A Nightmare on Elm Street, 1984):

He could be, he could not be. I couldn’t find any pictures or clips with a visible belt, and I also think that yes it would be hilarious to pants him and see his bacon looking face kiss the asphalt a 100%. Please do.

Pinhead (Hellraiser, 1987):

No. Just don’t even think about it or you will never have to worry about wearing a belt yourself ever again.

Charles Lee Chucky Ray (Childs Play, 1988):

He’s a doll, in dungarees… why the hell are you reading this? You can kick him like a football. There is 0 need to tamper with his pants.

Ghostface (Scream, 1996):

It doesn’t really matter if belt or no belt, you can’t get a hold of the pants due to the long cloak of the costume. You’re grasping at straws. Also, they’re falling down on their own a lot already, you don’t need to put in any effort to make them tumble to the floor.

Sinclair BrothersTM (House of Wax, 2005):

Bo: Of course, he’s wearing a belt! He’s a handyman, he’s got stuff to do no time for sagging pants here, not even in his fancy dress up. Dream on buttercup. Fat chance.

Vincent: He’s seen wearing an apron over his clothes, which makes sense since his work is quite messy and you wouldn’t wanna mess up all of your clothes. There’s no chance you’d get to his pants. But for his actual pants, there is a slim chance that there’s no belt.

Lester: HOW DARE YOU WANT TO PANTS THIS PURE RAY OF SUNSHINE?! Be ashamed of yourself! He’s wearing a belt, move along and leave him be.

Asa Emory (The Collector, 2009):

Dude’s the one who started this whole ordeal, so while I do firmly believe he has to be wearing a belt with his getup, and he is seen wearing at least a toolbelt on top of his sweater in The Collection, he has some troubles otherwise his ass wouldn’t be out in almost every fight, right? Please pants this asshole if you have the chance and make him fall flat on his face with his pants at the back of his knees and laugh at him, it’s what he deserves <3

Jesse Cromeans Chromeskull (Laid To Rest, 2009):

I’m a 100% sure that with a suit like his, a belt is a requirement. So don’t try it if you wish to live.

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy, 2016):

He might not be wearing a belt, but he is wearing suspenders, so this one is also a big no. Not a chance of making him fall.

The Man (Hush, 2016):

He is wearing a belt, which can be seen in his final scene, so this one is a no again. But come on, don’t pants the short guy, that’d be very mean.

So in conclusion, if you're a slasher and don't want to end up embarrassing yourself to the max, invest in a good belt.

[lildevyl]

Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic Chapter 2: Nuke and Ender

Summary:  Tubbo and Ranboo make their Vigilante debut as Nuke and Ender on a grand scale.

AO3 Link Here

Idea for Tubbo and Ranboo's Vigilante debut inspire by Tommy's Ultra-Important Keychain by SeriouslyCalmitous

TW: Bank Robbery, Guns, Mild Gun Violence, Hostage Situation, Mild Explosions. (I think I got it all let me know if I missed any!)

To say Tubbo was excited would be an understatement!  Not only did all three of them (himself, Ranboo and Tommy) have off today and were planning some epic Mario Kart Tournament.  But Tubbo finally has the last piece of his costume!  A Reusable Respirator Mask that he was able to get from Attic Treasures, a second hand discount store in East Side.  Tubbo smiled at the mask. It did cost a bit but it was worth it!  It reminded him of the mask he wore when he went as the Warden that one Halloween.  Tommy did his best to try and scrunge up any material he could use to help make Tubbo his costume.

Speaking of which, Tommy should be coming home from the Craft Store with a bundle of materials that Tommy was going to help make Michael and his two friends their costumes and make something for Michael’s Birthday.  Tubbo's smile grew as he looked in the bag.  Michael was going to turn eleven here soon and start at East Middle come fall.  Tubbo managed to get the last copy the store had of the Heroes vs Villains video game that Michael was a huge fan of.  Tubbo rolled his eyes at the game, it was basically a game where you could easily create your own Villain or Hero and Create Storylines around it.  But it was for Michael so Tubbo had no problem in getting him one.

A shrill alert rang from Tubbo’s phone nearly had him jumping.  Fishing out his phone from his pocket, Tubbo saw the emergency alert and quickly clicked on it.

Emergency Alert:  Bank Robbery at Rutagbag Ville Bank with Hero Arachnid and  local Gang Members with Mercenary Covetous.  Hostages have been reported and confirmed.  Avoid the area at all costs.

Tubbo saw that there was a news van across the street and sure enough there were at least a dozen people taken hostage.  Employees and regular civilians all on the ground while Arachnid was engaged in a fight with Covetous.  The other robbers were quickly working on the Bank Vault while a couple of others were keeping the hostages from interfering.  From the looks of it, a few phones were smashed, probably trying to call the authorities for help.

Tubbo quickly ran into a nearby alleyway, and clicked on the first number he could think of.

“Tubbo?”

“Ranboo!  Did you see the alert?”

“Tubbo, you’re not thinking about doing what I think you’re thinking about doing are you?”

“Ranboo, Arachnid needs help!  Not only did the gang hire Covetous, but there are at least a dozen hostages!  We can help!”

“Alright, I'll be there soon to teleport you out.  Just be careful though!  Covetous can temporarily suppress any powers no matter what!”

“I will!”

“And Tubbo?”

“Yeha, Boo?”

“Good Luck!”

With that Tubbo ducked behind an old dumpster and dragged his Vigilante Costume out it’s time for their debut!

(Rutabag Ville Bank):

After putting on his Vigilante Costume and making sure his backpack and bags were securely hidden behind the dumpster.  Tubbo put on his voice changer that he found on EBay and switched it on.  Tubbo then pocketed his phone, earpiece still intact so he could hear the live news report.  Then Tubbo took off towards the Bank.

Huffing and puffing, Tubbo already felt the beads of sweat starting to spill down his neck and back.  He’s never going to make fun of Tommy for wearing that ridiculous hoody in the middle of summer ever again.  No wait, that’s a total lie - Tubbo will totally still make fun of Tommy for that!  The Newscaster, told everyone that Arachnid after being hit by Covetous’s Power Suppressor was holding his own against the Mercenary.  

Tubbo picked up his pace upon hearing that.  Covetous Power Suppressor may be temperamental.  But that doesn’t stop the other Robbers from taking advantage of it.  Tubbo ready his power upon seeing the Police Barricade.  Feeling the familiar heat in his hands - Tubbo launched a small yellow-orange ball of energy at the Barricade - exploding on impact with the metal barricade.  Dodging the Cop, Tubbo ran right to the front doors.

“Besides,” Tubbo heard Arachnid say.  “I’m not alone.”

Tubbo took that as his cue and burst through the front doors - launching a small explosive at Covetous.  Knocking him completely out.  The playing field just became a little more even now.  Tubbo could tell Arachnid wasn’t expecting a Vigilant - a new one at that - not looking a gifted horse in the mouth.  Arachnid took charge.

“Get the hostages out!  I’ll get the others!”

Tubbo nodded and turned to his right.  Three armed gunmen and at least a dozen people were held hostage.  Sprinting forwards, Tubbo knocked out the one on the far right that was the closest to him.  Grabbing the next guy’s gun that aimed at him, Tubbo used his powers to heat the gun up.  The guy screamed and dropped the gun that was burning his hands.  Tubbo then uppercutted the guy with the butt of the gun.  He then threw the gun to the ground and ready himself to take out the next guy with a small explosion.

Only to have the guy pointing a gun right at Tubbo’s head, seconds away from pulling the trigger.  But before the guy could do anything, purple particles filled everyone’s vision.  The particles disperse and to everyone’s shock, a new Vigilante was standing there.  Knocking the gun out of the guy’s hand and then knocking him out in two quick fluid moves.

Tubbo, then took charge.  Ushering everyone out of the building.  When all the hostages were out of the building.  Both Tubbo and Ranboo went to the three gunmen and tied them using the banks retracting barricade it uses for the line of the tellers.  And then zip-tied the Robbers hands together.

Arachnid came back with the other Robbers and their weapons all tied up in his webs.  Arachnid then saw the two new Vigilantes.  One that just saved him, he was shorter than Arachnid, with dirty blond close to light brown hair, a Painter’s Respirator Mask, a dark green trench coat with a Snowchester, Radioattive and the L’Manburg’s Flag Patches sewn on it.  Black pants and steel toe combat boots.  The other one was closer to Arachnid’s height.  Wearing a black shirt, a yin-yang tie, white suit jacket and pants, with dress shoes that were white with black toes and heels.  Wearing a half white-half black face mask, sunglasses and streaks of white in his black hair.

“Thanks for the assist, um?”

“Nuke,” the shorter one with the green trench coat said.

“Ender,” the taller one with the white suit said.  “Well, it’s been an honor, Arachnid.  Call us if you need us.”

And with that, the two disappear and a cloud of purple particles.

****

Characters:

Nuke - Tubbo

Ender - Ranboo

Covetous - Punz

Arachnid - Spyder (OC)

Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @nightfuryobsessed, @isa-ghost, @septic-dr-schneep, @tracobuttons, @a-humble-narcissus, @ashedflower, @nastiiuu, @iamliteraltrash1, @bonesandthebees, @m4delin, @juju-on-that-yeet

[dreamties]

Slashers x S/O W/ Red Angel Wings

A/n- Y’know, when I first got this request I thought it was awfully specific, but after watching Carrie it’s making a lot more sense lol 

Decided to add a few other characters just for the heck of it! :)

Let’s just ignore the fact that wings probably don’t work like this,, at all. 

Characters: Carrie White, Billy/Stu, Norman Bates, Michael Myers, and The Lost Boys.

T/W: None that I know of- just let me know if you’d like me to add any! :)

Carrie White

You know Carrie from around school. About her overtly Christian mother, and how shy and secluded she was. And how strange and weird other people saw her. You never bought into that schoolwide belief- you just thought no one took the time to get to know her. 

(part of you related to that- though most people would have thought you were cool to start out with...and then have less than kind reactions when they saw what you were hiding)

You’d interacted with Carrie only a handful of times throughout your high school career- mostly in group projects, or letting her know she had dropped something, or simply trying to spark conversation. She had always been very nervous around you though- almost more so than others. (You’d later come to find out it was because she liked you)

It’s the first time you see each other alone- outside of class. It’s after class and Carrie’s been held behind- by one of her teachers asking her about this and that. While you’re hanging out at the back of the school, there’s no sports that day, so you don’t have to worry about any onlookers. Except Carrie, who decides to head out the back way. Thinking there would be less people she’d run into- less of a hassle.

And she doesn’t know what to do. 

The way you're framed in the light, you look like you're glowing. You look unreal, and so holy and beautiful. You’re so beautiful. but then she spots your wings. They're fitted tightly on your back, flitting open, and spreading out so beautifully- you're standing centered as they flare out. And she's shocked and unsure.

 Oh, she'd be mighty frightened.

 She's shaking and crying, and she's got her mama's voice running through her head. This is what happens when you don't follow the rules exactly. When you come into this world so impure.

And oh, your wings! She let's out a gasp, eyes widening. They're colored crimson- the Devil's color. And she's sure you've come down from the Heavens or- or come from down below...come to mock her. To punish her

She knows you know what she's done. What unknowing sins she's committed. [ my poor girl hasn’t actually done anything though :( ]

 And you look at her, confused. Then your eyes soften, and your wings slowly close behind you. You gently smile, “I’m not here to harm you, Carrie.”  

She begins to calm at the soft sound of your voice, and your pleasant aura. She’s still shaky all over, and part her says to run and hide- but you have your arms out wide, offering her to join you. And she gulps down nervously- maybe this was her accepting her fate. She slowly walks over to you, allowing you to wrap her into a hug. It’s feels so good to have your arms wrapped around her- she feels overwhelmed by the amount of positive emotions sprouting from your actions. You let her stay there, crying in your arms. “It’s okay, Carrie.”

After she gets passed the initial meeting, and the two of you start dating- which takes a lot of time for her to get used to you. Not because she doesn’t think you seem like a good person, but she’s skeptical, given how people have treated her in the past- plus she’s still dealing with the after effects from all the religious abuse with her mother :( 

She starts associating you (and your wings) as almost...protection!

Her favorite thing is to have your wings wrapped around her as she sleeps. She feels safe in them.

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

Y’all meet at a Halloween party.

It’s Billy & Stu’s favorite holiday, and they always go all out for it! With the costumes, the decorations, etc- maybe even a bit of hidden bloody fun for just the two of them.

You’ve always kept your wings well hidden- folded against your back, underneath big coats. But tonight? Ohh, tonight! You’re able to have them out, allowing them a good stretch. When people ask, you can pass it off as just crazy good mechanisms.

And well, the boys see your “costume”, and they get wicked excited about it! They’ve never seen someone with a costume like this before- it’s so realistic! And the fact you chose blood red, over the standard angelic white? Very impressed by your talent and ideas.

They start asking all these questions about it, cause it’s like, legitimately one of the coolest costume they’ve ever seen. How can you not think giant wings- that move- aren’t cool?? 

But then like Stu excitedly asks if it would be okay to touch it- and you get oddly quiet after that one. “Well, they’re fragile, y’know?”

Stu pouts, “I can be careful.”

You give him a skeptical look, “I mean- just be careful, like you said.”

“Woah, they feel so real!” Oh, if he only knew. “Billy, ya gotta check this out!” He says, nearly shouting, as he nudges his shorter friend.

Billy rolls his eyes, but gives you a look to see if it’s alright. You simply nod, smiling at him- feeling more at ease. As Billy’s admiring them, and finally leans in to touch them- another guest at the party harshly bumps into you. The force of it accidentally knocking their drink out of their hands, drenching your shirt. 

“Aw shit,” you mumble to yourself. “I’m sorry, I’ll have to leave for the night.”

Stu frowns, not liking the idea of you leaving quite yet. He’d been enjoying your company quite a lot, and he’s certain that Billy did too (even if it didn’t seem like it). “You can borrow one of my shirts,” he all but blurts out.

You can’t help but laugh at his offer, “Are you sure?” Stu eagerly nods.

 You’re in Stu’s bedroom changing, and you’re about to slip on his sweater, when the door is knocked open (not on purpose, of course). “Dude!”

They quickly apologize, but then take notice of your wings- exposed as what they truly were. They stare in awe and bewilderment. You’re still freaked out, and yet still try joking your way out of the situation. “Just, really good prosthetics?” 

It takes a bit of explanation on your part, but the boys accept you for what you are pretty quickly. As strange as this all might be. Stu will have a lot of questions for you, and Billy’s somewhat unsure of it for a while. 

Established Relationship Fun:

Okay, okay!! Soft idea!! When cuddling, sometimes you’ll wrap your giant wings around the three of you. so warm and cuddly.

when watching horror movies together, Billy’s always intensely focused on the screen(almost scarily so- but then again this is one of the faces behind Ghostface we’re talking about so...not too surprising), to the blood and carnage. But he always finds his hand idly playing with your feathers, even if you have them closed behind you. He’d never admit it, but he finds them comforting and extremely calming. He can just forget about all his little problems, and just stroke your feathers (plus, you enjoy it when he does that!! And he likes that it makes you feel good!!)

Norman Bates 

You’d be really nervous at first to tell him, because early on in your friendship/relationship, he introduced you to his hobby- taxidermy. And it kind of scared you seeing your feathered friends in such a state. But...Norman would never harm you. 

(Now...his mother on the other hand? Would be more than willing to discard this freak of nature)

(Norman won’t let that happen to you though- he promises) 

Norman is such an absolute darling. He couldn’t judge a single soul for who or what they are- and yes, that does go for your winged-body, too.

He’d be extremely surprised and intrigued though- he’d be all blushy and happy though that you felt safe enough to tell him!

He finds your wings just absolutely gorgeous though.

He’ll often get sorta shy about handling your wings at all. But he’s very careful with them.

And if you get hurt, he’ll be more than glad to help you patch up (while also being upset you got hurt :( ) - since you can’t really,, go to hospitals at all. Who knows what the general public would do if they found out something like you existed.

On that note- Norman will always be there to help cheer you up when you feel bad about having them. Like, it’s gotta be strange being the only being with wings surrounded by humans- and only humans. Norman’s very good at cheering you up though! He’s very soft and sweet about it. One of the few times he’ll touch your wings. He treats them delicately, as if they’ll break upon his touch if he’s not careful enough. Presses gentle kisses to them, and reminding you how much he loves you.

Michael Myers

You meet Michael during one of his hunts.

You never bring out your wings, unless you absolutely have to.

He’s surprised and a bit confused when he sees you, standing in the streets, giant red wings splayed out. The street lights reflecting your wings into pools of red on the ground. He watches intently, as you push yourself into the air with a loud whoosh. He nearly startles.

But besides this initial reaction, he’s fairly indifferent.

Michael knows no human should have wings like that, or even wings at all. And part of him is curious to know more, so the next time he sees you, he doesn’t try to attack you.

The Fun Stuff??

Michael would definitely be a little rougher with your wings than some of the other slashers. 

Mostly because a part of him recognizes you’re not entirely human, so he equates that to you’ll be able to handle more.

He’s still pretty careful though- because he would never want to hurt his S/O.

Michael enjoys killing alone, and he sure doesn’t need protection- but sometimes, when you convince Michael to bring you along, he finds he doesn’t actually mind your presence there. He kind of enjoys it. And, again, he doesn’t need your protection- but you can’t help to be worried about him, okay? You’ll use your wings as a shield when his victims try fighting back. If you get hurt a bit? Then I guess Michael will just have to help you patch up afterwards.

The Lost Boys

Aww, they are so hyped about it!

Most of the other creatures they interact with are human, so it’s so cool to them when they find out you’re a fellow supernatural being! They’re not,,, entirely sure what you are (neither are you, tbh), but that’s okay.

They get to fly around with you, which they wouldn’t be able to do with you if their S/O was a human or some flightless supernatural being.

Paul would love playing with your wings!

I mean, they all do to some extent. But Paul will play with them whenever. Even if you’re out in public. Like,, if anyone sees your wings they have ways of dealing with that, y’know?

Y’all sleep in the same bed together- kind of just like,, a constant cuddle pile lol. And you don’t always do this, but when the boys are feeling especially in the mood for it (like,, maybe they’ve had a long night, or they just really need to be as close to you as they can)  and you’ll just outstretch your wings, covering the four of them. The soft, familiarity of your feathers calming even the rowdiest of the bunch

They accidentally stay out too late, and you’ll use your wings to help shade them from the sun, as you make your way back to the cave.

[jay-and-dean]

Sweat and Dirt and Cum

Demon Dean x Reader

Summary : Calling Demon Dean because you miss Dean... Bad bad idea.

Warnings : SMUT (yeah you read the title), like kinda dark (it’s Deanmon !), hair pulling, Dom!Deanmon, total marking kink, mh... blood ? A hint of dirty talk and anal play ? I think that’s it. Swearing of f*cking course.

Note :  This is my part of @holylulusworld​‘s 11k Celebration. I know it’s a big drabble... I promised you a round 3 Lulu... I wasn’t kidding. Congratulation again.

Also this is my first Demon Dean fic.

Wordcount : 1.2k

My MASTERLIST

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Tugging at the too short dress of your angel costume, you shiver. The night is cold and, out here on that parking lot, you can barely hear the loud music playing inside of the bar so no one would hear you call.

“That was a bad idea” you mutter to yourself, licking the liquor on your lips and looking in the dark surrounding you in a mix of fear and excitement. “Bad… bad idea.”

It was the worst idea indeed.

You Miss Dean painfully, yes… But he is not himself anymore, he is not your boyfriend. He is the monster he always fought now. And he proved it when he abandoned you, like Sammy, with that stupid note : “Let me go.”

“An angel, Y/n… Really ?” a voice makes you jump and your phone falls on the floor in a cracking sound that makes you hiss.

Then your eyes eagerly search the shadows behind the reach of the pallid street light above your head. Your body is shaking and a cold drop of sweat is running down your spine.

Dean is dangerous, a trained killer with torture skills. You never really thought of it when he was human, because he was a good man, but now, he’s a knight of Hell. And you texted him your location…

“Where are you ?” you ask shakily, not knowing in which direction to talk.

A shadow moves, black on black, and his silhouette tears itself away from the dark, entering the street light.

Your body shivers, your stomach is hurting with terror, but every cell of your body is screaming for him. Your love, your obsession, everything you have been missing for the pass months.

“You didn’t invite me to your little Halloween party… Angel” he smirks with an expression on his perfect face that you never knew before.

“Why would I ?” you say, trying to swallow the tears in your trembling voice. “You left.”

“So why did you call ?” his eyes turn black.

That’s when you notice the blood on his sleeves, the blood on his shoes, fresh… Everywhere.

“Oh God…” you let out a terrified sob. “What were you doing…”

“Angel, why did you call ?” he insists, taking a few steps closer that look totally threatening.

“I don’t know” you cry, honest. “I was at that party and drank a little and…”

Now standing in front of you, he lets his hands gently go up your naked arms, and touch, with the tip of his bloody fingers, the feathers of the white wings you’re carrying in your back. You sigh at his touch, tears still rolling down your face.

You missed him so much, and you need him like crazy, so you lean on his caress, ignoring the pitch black monstrosity in his eyes.

But all of sudden, his hand fists your hair brutally, making your head go back in a pained gasp.

“Why. Did. You. Call” he groans, closer to your ear.

“I…” you sob with no more tears, but his strong arm tugs even harder at your hair, so much that it hurts your neck. “I MISS YOU !” you finally let out in a desperate scream.

“Oh I miss you too Angel” he chuckles darkly, his tongue darting out to lick at your neck. “Put your little hand on my cock and feel how much” you don’t really move. “Hand on my cock, now.”

Not able to look down because of how hard he’s holding your hair, you let your hesitant hand grab his crotch, and feel liquid fill your panties.

“On my cock, Angel, not on my jeans” he groans, biting your pulse point hard with his perfect sharp teeth.

You cry out, tugging at your own hair to get free of his cruel grip, but he won’t let go.

“Dean…” you whimper, torn, scared and needy. “Stop those games, take me please… I miss us…”

A dreadful laugh comes out of his chest.

“How fucking desperate” he mocks you, his other hand playfully spreading blood on your cleavage.

You open his belt with trembling hands, push the zipper down and slip inside of his pants, finding no underwear, only his hard cock pushing at the rough fabric of his jeans.

“Dean…” you moan, your walls clenching around nothing, again and again, begging for him.

“Make me want it, Angel” he smirks, forcing your mouth open with his bloody hand to lick inside it.

You start pumping his length, moaning at the feeling of his veins and silky skin, going down to his balls occasionally. He groans in your neck sucking a hickey somewhere it can’t be hidden.

“More” he orders as he crushes you against the cold and soot darken wall behind you.

Your neck still slightly angled back, you close your eyes, trying to ignore the blood on him and the pain in your scalp, to focus on the smell of Dean, his skin, and everything you ever loved. Your other hand joins the one working to focus on the head of his twitching cock.

“Fuck yes” he moans. “You want me that bad, you’re pathetic.”

When he lets go of your hair, you gasp in relief, the burning feeling wetting your eyes.

He turns you, crushing your face on the tiles, and once again your inner walls throb in anticipation. His hand roughly cups your sex.

“I feel you fucking clench through your panties !” his bloody fingers start rubbing from your entrance to your clit harshly, sending your craving body close to the edge already. You can feel his nails scratch the wet fabric against your swollen clit and you know you’re soaking his hand.

“Please…” you whine, panting with your face against the dirty wall.

A cold feeling on your butt makes you look back and you jump in sudden fear. The First Blade.

“Sh… I won’t kill you, Angel” he lets out with a vicious chuckle. “I want you alive…” the blade cuts your panties easily, and they fall at your ankles. “I want you to walk back in that Halloween shit” his fingers come back to your folds, spreading your wetness from your aching clit to your asshole. “And I want you to walk funny when you look for my brother” his fingers tease your entrance and you try not to think of who’s blood it is on it. “Your pretty wings and dress all bloody, skin bruised and covered in hickeys” he moves to tease your other hole, making it pulsate under his expert fingers. “All filthy with sweat and dirt and cum.”

With that, and without any other warning, he bends you more and pushes his so desired cock inside of you in a sharp and brutal thrust that makes you cry out loudly.

“W-wait…” you gasp, needing a second to adjust. “D-dean.”

His face comes closer to yours, eyes flashing black again. Your thighs shake hard as you try to delay the orgasm already threatening to crush you.

“There is no waiting” he thrusts again so hard your body bangs on the dusty wall, a feral growl makes his chest vibrate on your back. “You take me, Angel. You take me everywhere and in every ways, then you can sit in my car, dripping on the seats while Sammy drives you home.”

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[elianamarie-blog]

could you maybe do an eric forman x reader where they go to a halloween party and the reader dresses up as Leia from star wars and eric absolutely m e l t s it can be spicy or fluffy or both lol i’m deprived of eric content

 I’ll be so happy to do that for you! :)

Eric x Reader

October 24, 1977

Point Place, Wisconsin

Eric Forman’s Basement

“What’s everybody doing for Halloween?” Donna asked as she sat down next to Eric and Kelso.

“Oh, probably going to eat a lot of candy and cry myself to sleep,” Eric commented. “Being alone on this holiday isn’t fun.”

Y/n was sitting in the lawn chair adjacent from him and set down the magazine she was reading on her lap. “What do you mean? It’s not like it’s Christmas,” she laughed.

“Yeah, but with Halloween, girls can dress up as slu-aaaa--” Eric stammered while staring at an amused y/n.

“Like what, Eric?” Y/n asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Uh,” Eric stuttered once more and cleared his throat. “Like, uh, slugs. Girls can dress up like slugs.”

“Nice save,” Hyde chuckled. 

“Yeah, but Halloween is better,” Fez piped up. “You get all kinds of free candy.”

“Well, Fez, people get candy on Christmas too,” Jackie mentioned and sat on Kelso’s lap.

“Yeah, but my host parents don’t allow me to eat as much candy on Christmas and since they don’t celebrate Halloween, I have to hide it from them,” Fez replied sourly. 

“Well, that’s sad,” Y/n said. 

“You know what’s sad?” Hyde asked, sitting from his usual spot with his feet up on the table and arms crossed. “Halloween is on a Monday this year, so we can’t do anything.”

“Well, we can still have it the weekend of,” Donna suggested. “Like, this weekend?”

Everyone looked at each other,

“Yeah, that sounds good,” they all agreed.

“Saturday night, here in the basement?” Eric asked, looking at everyone for approval.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good,” everyone agreed, except for y/n.

“Y/n?” Eric asked, causing y/n’s heart to jump in her chest. “You coming?”

Y/n’s brain jumbled for a minute with Eric’s doe eyes staring at her. “Y-yeah,” she stuttered. “I’ll be there.”

“Great!” he exclaimed. “Saturday night it is!”

“Yayyyy,” Y/n mumbled under her breath as she turned her attention back to the magazine.

                                              --Time Skip--

Later that week at the Halloween store, y/n, Jackie, and Donna were shopping around for their costumes.

“What are you guys wanting to go as?” Jackie asked as she picked up a French maid costume. “I think I’m going to go as this and Michael will be my lord.”

Y/n and Donna snickered. 

“What?” Jackie asked innocently. 

“I think Kelso might expecting a little bit more than a house cleaning,” Y/n giggled and laughed when she saw Jackie’s face blush a deep crimson.

“What are you going as, Donna?” Jackie asked, quickly changing the subject. 

“I don’t know,” she answered absent-mindedly. “Casey is going to be there, so I have to look foxy.”

“You’re still going out with him?” Y/n asked, not hiding her judgment. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with him.”

“I know, but he’s so dreamy,” Donna responded with a smile and pulled a sexy devil costume out. 

“That would look good on you,” Y/n commented. 

“Thanks, I might go as this,” she said off handedly and looked at y/n. “What about you? What’re you going as?”

“I don’t know,” she responded and pulled out a sexy nurse costume. “I don’t see anything that sticks out to me.”

“Maybe you should get that one costume we talked about,” Jackie said with a suggestive smile.

“No,” Y/n said quickly with wide eyes and shook her head. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“What? What isn’t going to happen?” Donna asked excitedly.

“Nothing,” Y/n said and walked away.

“Oh, c’mon, y/n. We’re best friends. You can tell me anything,” Donna badgered. 

“No, really, it’s nothing.”

“I think we should tell her,” Jackie agreed. “She was bound to find out sooner or later.”

“No, I’d rather not do this right now,” Y/n begged. “Please, please drop it.”

“Okay, now I need to know!” Donna said with a wide smile.

“C’mon, y/n, just tell her. It’s not like it’s a big deal anymore,” Jackie said.

“It kind of is,” Y/n said quietly. 

“What is?!” Donna almost shouted, causing some people to turn to look at them.

Y/n looked around her for a minute, contemplating saying anything before finally throwing in the towel. “Okay, fine. But, before I do, please promise me you won’t get mad at me.”

Donna knitted her eyebrows together. “Why would I be mad at you?”

A nervous noise came out of y/n as she wrung her hands together before nervously looking at Jackie who signaled for her to continue. “Well, um...okay, it’s uh--” she looked over to Donna who was staring at her with wide and curious eyes, “Okay, here’s the thing--”

“Oh, for the love of God just spit it out!” Donna said impatiently. 

“Okay,” Y/n said, starting to sway a little. “It’s, uh, Princess Leia.”

Donna giggled. “You were nervous about telling me you’re going to go as Princess Leia?”

“Well...yeah.”

This time Donna laughed. “That’s funny because Eric would really love--” she gasped. “Oh my God. You like Eric?!”

Y/n made a face as she just stepped on a bug and heard a nasty crunch. “Yeah.”

“For how long?” Donna asked, all humor gone.

Y/n sighed and rubbed her forehead. She wanted to run out as fast as the flash out the door. “Not very long,” she admitted. 

“When you mean not long, do you mean after me and Eric broke up?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, sort of.”

“What do you mean sort of?”

“Sort of as in yes,” Y/n answered quickly and nervously. 

“What--? How--?” 

“Well, after you two broke up, Eric really needed someone to talk to and I was the only one that would listen without getting annoyed,” Y/m defended. “And during that time, he was vulnerable and just really sweet and it made me look at him in a whole new light.”

Donna was quiet for a moment making both Jackie and y/n nervous. 

“I’m really sorry, Donna,” Y/n said. “I didn’t mean it for it to happen. It’s just that--”

Donna giggled making y/n to stop talking and stare at her in confusion. “Y/n, it’s okay.”

“Wait, really?” Y/n and Jackie asked in unison.

“Yeah,” Donna answered. “We broke up months ago and I’m dating Casey now. And the fact that you hesitated to do anything really means a lot to me. You’re a great friend.”

“Oh, thank you,” Y/n said, sighing in relief.

“And if you want to pursue anything with him, you have my blessing,” Donna said.

“Wow, Donna. Thank you,” she replied and gave her a hug. “You’re the best.”

“It’s no problem. Besides, now you’re the one has to deal with all the Star Wars references,” Donna sang-song as she walked passed y/n to go buy her costume.

                                      --Time Skip--

The party’s music was blaring from the Forman’s basement that night. Kitty and Red had gone over to the Pinciotti’s house for their Halloween--much against Red’s will. A lot of people showed up, making the basement loud. Donna went as a sexy devil, Jackie went as a sexy French maid, Kelso was dressed up in robe playing lord of the manor, Fez as Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show...again, and Hyde didn’t dress up, because, well it’s Hyde. Casey surprised everyone by actually showing up and could barley keep his hands off of Donna. And Eric, of course, dressed up as Luke Skywalker. 

Donna and Casey sat in the lawn chair, her in his lap while he whispered sweet nothings. Jackie and Kelso hung around the washer and dryer machine with Hyde, drinking beers and talking. Eric was hanging around with Fez, a Darth Vader, and a Tinker Bell. Eric was trying not to look at Fez’s pale legs while geeking out with Darth Vader and Tinker Bell. The only person missing was y/n.

“So, when Luke Skywalker blew up the Death Star--” he continued his story, but stopped when Hyde clapped a hand on Eric’s shoulder.

“Hey, man, you’re girlfriend is here,” he joked.

“What? I don’t have a girlfriend,” Eric said confused.

Hyde pointed to the door. Eric’s gaze followed to where he was pointing and could feel his heart stop for a moment. Y/n was standing at the door dressed as Princess Leia. If he was being honest with himself, she looked stunning. He never knew someone could look more beautiful than she did right now. He had always thought she was attractive, but he was always in love with Donna, but ever since they broke up, he found himself liking her more than just a friend. Even though y/n wasn’t as big of a fan of Star Wars herself, he still loved that he was able to be himself and geek out with her and not feel judged by it.

She made eye contact with him and made her way over to him.

“Hey!” she greeted cheerfully. “We match!”

“Uhhhh...y-yeah,” he stuttered. “You, uh, you-you look great.”

Y/n curtsied making Eric chuckle. “Thank you, Mr. Skywalker. You look great yourself.”

Tinker Bell had gotten bored and walked off while Fez and Darth Vader stayed to ogle at y/n.

“Hey, so what cha doing later?” Darth Vader asked.

Y/n looked around the party with a mild confused look. “Uh, this?”

Darth Vader chuckled. “I meant after the party.”

“Going home,” she stated.

Darth Vader nodded his head. “Got it.”

“Thanks,” she said, grateful that he wasn’t going to push her. He walked off, leaving the three of them.

“And I’m going to go find a drunk girl,” Fez said and sauntered off.

Eric and y/n stood alone; Y/n’s heart beating out of her chest. “So, nice party. A lot more people showed up than I thought.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Eric replied, a smile growing on his cute face. “Thanks for coming.”

“Oh, you know I wouldn’t miss it.”

Eric couldn’t stop himself for staring at y/n from head to toe. “You really do look great tonight though.”

She smiled shyly at him. “Thank you.”

“Hey, Forman!” Hyde called from nearby the washer and dryer. “Keg is here. Help me do a keg stand.”

Eric pointed his thumbs over his shoulder. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied nodding her head. “I’m going to get a drink.”

“Hey, I’ll catch you later?”

Y/n nodded. “Okay.”

She watched him walk off and hold Hyde by the ankles as he drank straight from the tap. Y/n chuckled to herself as she turned to the shower and grabbed a beer. She popped it open and went over to Donna and Jackie to talk to them.

“Wow, look at you,” Jackie gushed. “Looking sexy.”

“Awe, thanks Jackie,” she said, blushing.

“I saw that you caught the attention of someone,” Donna said seductively and subtly glanced over at Eric who was too into making sure Hyde didn’t fall on his face to notice y/n sitting on the couch. She had purposely had her dress hiked up to expose her right thigh, but still covering to be decent.

Eric wanted to look but he couldn’t take the chance of being distracted. 

“Okay, Forman, your turn,” Hyde slurred as he was lowered down.

“Wait! I have something better,” Kelso called out and brought out a funnel and a tube. “Gotta do this right.”

“Hell yeah!” Hyde whooped and connected the tube to the funnel.

Eric got down on one knee and put the tube to his mouth as Hyde started quickly filling up the funnel with cans of beer.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” everyone at the party chanted as Eric successfully drained four cans of beer. 

Eric stumbled back up and burped as he swayed a little. “I’m going to feel that buzz here in a minute.”

Y/n laughed as she watched the guy she liked come over and sit beside her. “What cha talkin’ about good lookin’?”

Y/n squinted her eyes at him while chuckling. “How drunk are you right now?”

“It’s more of a buzz going on,” he confessed. “But this confidence is real.” He clicked his tongue and pointed at himself.

“Hey, y/n, you wanna give this a go?” Hyde asked.

“Yes, do a keg stand!” Kelso shouted.

“No,” Y/n said quickly and firmly. “I’m not giving you another reason to look up my dress.”

“Kill joy!” Kelso shouted, now in a drunken stupor. 

“I will drink from the tube though,” she said to Hyde who nodded in approval.

As she walked over to Hyde, grabbed the tube, and got on her knees, Hyde nodded approvingly. “Oh, yeah. Get on them knees.”

“Shut up, you idiot and just start,” Y/n said.

“That’s what she said too!” Hyde threw his head back laughing.

“Just give me the beer!” she shouted, laughing at her friend’s stupidity.

“Alright, alright, alright, calm down,” he responded and started pouring the beer down the funnel.

The fizz of the beer burned as it quickly went down her throat. The fizz was going into her nose causing her eyes to water, but she refused to stop. As everyone chanted around her to keep going, she forced herself to focus on ingesting the beer instead of Eric, who was watching her intently. 

Hyde ended up pouring three beers in the funnel before she brought the tube up, careful not to spill. Everyone cheered and she got off the floor, her knees cracking from sitting on the concrete floor. 

“Damn, color me impressed,” Hyde said. “I thought you’d only be able to do one.”

“Please, I’ve been drinking with you morons for the past year and a half. I have a higher tolerance now.”

Hyde grinned, “You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” y/n said and suddenly felt her skin heat up. “I’ll be right back.”

She walked out the basement and up the stairs, feeling that autumn breeze cool down her burning skin. She breathed in the cool evening air and sat on the porch. She leaned her head back and listened to the wind rattling the trees and crunchy leaves fly their way down the driveway.

She sat there like that for a minute or two before a voice caused her to snap her eyes open.

“Hey, you alright?”

Eric sat down next to her as she lazily turned her head to look at him. She could feel the alcohol starting to slush around her head, but it was a good buzz. “Yeah, ‘m fine,” she responded and looked back up at the night’s sky. “Just getting a breather. Started getting hot in there.”

“Yeah, when you’ve had a few beers and have a lot people around you, the air tends to heat up quick,” he commented.

Y/n hummed in response and looked back at him. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Oh, well, I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were enjoying the party.”

“Oh, me? I’m having a marvelous time.”

“Why did that sound sarcastic?” he deadpanned.

Y/n giggled. “It’s not. I really am having a great time.”

Eric gave her a single nod. “Good.” His wrung his hands as he struggled to find the right words. Y/n had her eyes closed again, so she didn’t notice his nervousness. “You really do look good tonight.”

Y/n opened her eyes once more and looked at him. “Thank you, Eric. You look good too.”

“No, I mean, you look really beautiful.”

Y/n blushed at his words and stood up, pretending to stretch. In reality, it was a way to cover up her nerves. “Thank you, Eric. That’s really sweet.” She smiled at him as he stood up to stand in front of her. “Shall we go back in?”

“Uh, yeah, but before we do,” he began and grabbed her arm, stopping her from turning around. “Um, if you’d like to grab a burger with me--o-or, you know, catch a movie, that would be cool.”

“Oh,” Y/n asked in surprise. “Just you and me?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, his nerves shining through. “If you want to of course.”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” she smiled at him.

“Okay, good. I was afraid that you were going to say no. Because I really li--”

He was cut off by her lips quickly meeting his. She wasn’t sure if it was the newfound confidence or the alcohol, or maybe even both, but she felt like the time was right.

“And you kissed me?” Eric asked, confused.

“Oh my God,” Y/n said, embarrassed. “Did I read the signs wrong? I’m so sorry. I’m so dumb. I thought you were asking me out--”

Now she was interrupted by Eric’s hand wrapping around her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. She didn’t need to wait for her to completely melt into the kiss and placed her hands on either side of his face. She felt the universe line up and butterflies erupt in her stomach.

As he pulled away, he looked into her eyes. “I was.”

“Okay, so I’m not dumb,” she said lowly and chuckled to herself.

“No, not at all,” he said and captured her lips once more. “Tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up at seven.”

She nodded and brought him in for another kiss, completely forgetting where she was for a moment until, “Alright! Get it, Eric!”

Eric and y/n broke their amorous kiss and looked to see Kelso, Hyde, Donna, Jackie, Fez, and Casey watching them.

“Hey, would you look at that. Foreplay has some moves,” Casey commented, making Donna lightly smack him in the chest.

“Bout damn time too,” Hyde said. “I was getting tired of hearing about his feelings towards y/n.”

Y/n flushed in embarrassment and hid her face in Eric’s chest.

“Uh, guys? Can we get a little privacy here?” Eric deadpanned.

“Sure, sure,” Fez said. “Hey, Eric. If you see her boobs, please describe them to me.”

Y/n and Eric looked at him with the most annoyed expression.

“Shut up, Fez!”

[thedeathdoctor]

Kinktober Day 5: Blood Play

Blood Play - Halloween: Michael Meyers x Reader

Guardian Demon

Tw for Breaking and Entering, Being held at gunpoint

It was ten past two in the morning when you pulled your 2003 Altima into the driveway. Fucking Steve. Ever since he had started as manager, your store had been pathetically understaffed. He never stuck around past four and never saw how long closing duties took. It was just you and Allison now, because “we don’t really need three people in here when we don’t get that many customers, anyway”. 

You shoved your work apron into your purse laying on the passenger seat before dragging yourself out of the car. Everything felt heavy, and your keys dangled limply in your hand. A thought resurfaced in your weary head: the pothole you had hit on your way to work because the assholes wouldn’t let you merge over to avoid it. It sounded expensive, but you had managed to get home, so you just gave a quick glance at it. You weren’t much of a car person, and it was dark; you’d look at it again in the morning. 

Leaning against the peeling paint of your side door, you fit the key in the lock, and found it unlocked. What? Maybe you had forgotten to lock up when you rushed to work this afternoon. Henry had called out for the third day in a row, and they had called you to come in earlier to cover for him. You didn’t want to, but you had to. The shitty washer that came with the unit had broken, and your landlord had refused to take care of it because clearly you had misused it in order for that to happen. A contractor had come out to fix it yesterday; the work was expensive,  he unsettled you in a way you couldn’t place, and in the middle of it all Steve called to ask where you were. He seemed to forget how you told him, to his face, three times, “I won’t be in on Wednesday, do not schedule me,” and still his chicken nugget sized brain forgot and expected you to come in. 

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the work fuckery from your head like an Etch-a-Sketch. It took up enough real estate in your head as is. 

Snacks. 

You dropped your purse on the mess of mail that covered your kitchen table. It would be sorted later. For now, you took your phone with you and rummaged through the cabinets, finding the box of Goldfish you had bought Monday. You padded into the living room, settling down into the couch. Though you lived alone, you had slept here for the past few nights on account of clutter spread over your bed. Well, it was mostly organized. Monday you had found the least sketchiest laundromat in your fifteen mile radius for the three weeks of laundry built up while you fought with your landlord. After all, there was a finite amount of times you could handle rewearing your work clothes before the thought of having to pay for laundry became begrudgingly tolerable. 

The waist of your pants cut into your waist, and you stripped them off and threw them towards the stairs with a growl. Your bra was next, and soon you were comfortable in your tank top and underwear. It had also been an embarrassing amount of time since you had vacuumed the floor, so your socks stayed on to keep your feet clean. 

“Honey, if you ever need help, I can always come over and clean with you. It’s really no problem for me.” 

Your mom’s voice reappeared in your head, kind and soothing. Truth was, you needed help, but couldn’t bring yourself to accept her offer. It was out of mercy. You didn’t want her to come over and see for herself how you, her precious daughter was really doing. She worried for you enough as is, and anyway, you were doing just fine, no need for her to see the bottles that frequently piled up in the yellow bin next to the door or the refrigerator that didn’t hold much excluding the condiments on the door, or the condition of your bathroom sink. You spared her the worry she would feel if she knew. Anyway, you could handle it, all you needed was another day off to take care of everything, two at max. 

Turning on the tv, you chose a random episode of Criminal Minds to watch to distract your brain. It had been your comfort show since you started watching it in 2011, and it filled the otherwise quiet space of the house. You apathetically ate a handful of Goldfish before folding the box back up and letting it drop on the ground. That wasn’t it. Occasionally, lights drifted across the interior of your house, headlights drifting in from the living room window as the occasional car passed by. 

A loud crash shocked you awake from the doldrums of half-sleep. Your eyes shot open as your heart revved from 0 -100, realizing that the sound came from upstairs. Fuck. There were footsteps now. Scrambling to find your phone to call 911, your heart sunk as the screen flickered to life for just enough time to blink its “low battery” icon at you before giving up. You did have a .357, but one too many nights with the bottle led you to disassemble it as much as you could and shove the pieces into a shoebox at the back of your closet, if only for your mom’s sake. 

You listened with bated breath as the footsteps reached the top of the stairs and began to descend. Every single muscle in your body did not reply, even as your mind screamed for you to run. You were frozen to the couch. 

A man, partially dressed in a dirty work coverall tied around the waist at the bottom of a grimy undershirt strode aggressively over to you. A black ski mask hid his face, but you could see his eye twitch as he raised the Glock in his hand to your face. His voice was strained and rough as he questioned you.

“WHERE ARE THEY??” 

“Where is what?” 

You didn’t have much of value at all, the most expensive thing that you had to your name was the Altima sitting outside and that was only $6,000 when you bought it a few years ago. 

“PILLS, SMARTASS. DON’T LIE TO ME. I SAW THE EMPTY BOTTLES. WHERE DO YOU KEEP THEM?” 

Oh. Truth be told, you didn’t have any left. All you had ever really taken was your Adderall XR and Zoloft. The empty Adderall bottle sat pathetically on your dresser, reminding you of the last time you had been able to afford the copay the pharmacy demanded. As for the Zoloft, well, your psychiatrist would keep refilling it as long as you kept showing up to her regular appointments, and the spontaneity of work had made it damn near impossible to keep an appointment with her. So it had been at least a few days since you had tried to taper off of them yourself. But you were unmedicated and well beyond tired, so you responded rather dumbly. 

“I don’t have any more. They’re gone. Sorry.” 

He didn’t react well to that, gritting his teeth and kicking over a folding chair that left a rather large hole in the drywall. Your fucking landlord would have a field day haranguing you for those damages. 

The side door that you had taken care to lock swung open violently, knocking over the bottles perched on the top of the pile in the recycling bin. Heavy footsteps strode through the kitchen and another man appeared behind the first intruder.

“HEY WHAT THE FUC-”

He was cut off as he was violently disarmed, gun clattering to the floor as a blade slashed through every tendon in his arm. Then, his body flew across the room and crashed head first into the Walmart bookshelf and the few books you had left with a horrific crunch. He was crumpled in a way that no human should ever be, and still the other man kneeled and plunged his knife between his ribs, ventilating his body as you would a frozen microwavable meal. And then slowly, stood up and turned to face you. 

He was impossibly tall, looming over the man who had tried to rob you; like him, he was also dressed in a coverall, bluish grey and relatively cleaner aside from the blood splashed across the front. His head was covered too, by one of those rubbery Halloween costume masks that people wear and pretend to be a serial killer or something. Matthew, or maybe Michael? You glanced over at the mutilated corpse at his feet, and the real, actual knife in his hand, still dripping with blood. You didn’t think he was pretending.

You cowered in the corner of the couch, your knees pulled up as close to your chin as possible, shaking uncontrollably. He walked closer to you, stretching out his free hand, and for some reason beyond your understanding, you took it. Your legs trembled like those of a newborn fawn, but you stayed up, mostly due to his hidden strength. Together, you both made your way over to the dead body, letting you collapse to your knees next to it. He dipped the tip of the knife into the man’s blood and brought it to your face. A scream died in your throat as he grabbed your jaw and steadied you as the blade traced over your forehead and cheekbones, painting you with the blood of his kill. On your stomach, he marked you with a simple “MM”. Michael Meyers. You were his. 

When he was done, he pressed you to the floor on your back and stripped you of your tank top and panties with a few quick flicks of his knife. His hands worked the jumpsuit zipper down as he shed his clothing and towered over you. He stroked his cock lazily, enjoying the look on your face as you realized that he wanted to put it deep in you. You were his and he was going to consummate your partnership, right here, right now.

He spread your legs and kneeled between them. It had been a while since you last had any kind of sexual encounter, but the patch of curls was of no consequence to him. Blood slicked his fingers, and you were surprised how expertly the pad of his thumb found your clit, kneading you to orgasm in spite of the horror you had just witnessed. Perfect.

He teased you, running his fingertips up and down your vulva until your hands urged him to get on with it. That was a mistake. He snapped your hands together and held you firmly by your wrists with his free hand. Punishment for being too impatient. Two fingers found your entrance before suddenly plunging into you as deep as they could. Your gasp satisfied him and he returned his thumb to your clit as his fingers pistoned into you at a punishing pace. 

The second orgasm crashed through your body, your arms weakly trembling against his fierce grip as you screamed out in pleasure. When your eyes returned to him, the submission he saw drove him mad with desire. He gripped your hips so hard, you were sure that you would see bruises in the morning, and slid you onto his cock, hissing softly as he entered you. God, he spread you apart like no one ever had before. 

You weren’t the most petite person in the world, but to him and his strength, you may as well have been. He slammed you against him, your thighs stinging as they met his hips, fucking you as if you were a filthy toy, a cocksleeve for him to use as he wanted, whenever he wanted. He paused for a moment, sliding his hands up under your back and supporting you with his arms as he stood up, still inside you. Your thighs wrapped around his waist, feeling the muscles in his torso and ass flex against you. His hips thrust up into you as he held you up in the air, gravity working alongside his powerful body as he ravaged you. Moans dribbled from your mouth as most of your upper body went limp. The back of your head crashed against the wall, but you didn’t care, your body was flooded in ecstasy as you came over and over, writhing in his arms and twitching helplessly around his cock. His fingernails dragged long, deep scratches along your back that smeared and stained the wall with blood as he pressed you against it, his breaths deep, panting, heavy with lust. 

Time lost all meaning to you as he broke you down to a sopping, quivering mess in his arms. It seemed he was intent on folding you in half and pressing you against the wall before his breaths hitched and pulled you as close as he physically could to him. His hips bucked involuntarily as he came deep into you, filling you with copious spurts of his cum. It took on a pinkish tone as it mixed with the blood from earlier, dripping from where your hips met. You were spent, falling asleep before he had let the both of you fall ever so gently to the floor, letting you rest on top of his chest. 

[psychedellic-phase]

Ghosts & Icing

A/N: this request is adorable and I hope I did it justice!! I went with the seasons 12-15 gang because then there would be a ton of kiddos and also I love Luke Alvez and he deserves the world :)

TW: None fluff city

wc: 2.0k

Masterlist

“Spence, where does the green skeleton go? Between the pumpkins or next to the gargoyle?” You called up to Spencer, waddling over to the many boxes of Halloween decorations that your husband had accumulated over the years. 

It was barely September 30th, and you were already decorating for his most beloved holiday. You didn’t mind; you loved him and he loved Halloween. So, naturally, you loved Halloween too. Before you met Spencer, you hadn’t even so much as carved a pumpkin each year, and the last time you wore a costume was at a college frat party. Well, if wearing a set of cat ears and drawn on eyeliner whiskers can even be considered a costume. According to Spencer Reid, it is not. But here you were, wearing a shirt covered in jack-o-lanterns and ghosts that barely fit over your protruding belly. Oh how life can change. 

Spencer appeared seemingly out of thin air, looking frazzled, his hair more disheveled than usual, some fake cobwebs tangled in it, and orange lights draped around him like he was a Christmas tree. 

“Don’t touch anything!”

You put your hands up in defeat, “Alright, I’ll let the Halloween king decorate his castle.”

You pottered over the front stoop, sitting on the hard concrete and watching him put fake cobwebs and oversized spiders in the bushes. You leaned back, rubbing your belly softly. It wasn’t that big, only twenty-four weeks, but you felt like you had stolen one of Spencer’s beloved pumpkins and shoved it under your shirt.

When you saw him again he was breathless. Only he could be overexerted from decorating.

“Should I put the tombstone next to the Frankenstein head? Or should I make a mini graveyard in the lawn?”

You grinned, admiring his child-like enthusiasm. He rarely had that anymore. Honestly, after all the real life horror he saw, you were surprised he still liked a jump scare. The second hand fear you felt for him everyday was more than enough; you didn’t need Freddy Krueger to supplement. 

“I think you should do whatever you want, Babe.”

He groaned, “You’re no help!” “You’re the one that told me to not touch anything, Reid.”

He smiled, “You’re right, but now I need you to touch something.”

You wiggled your eyebrows and stood up, making your way to him. You smoothed out his sweaty t-shirt and moved his hair from his eyes, “I’ll touch whatever you want.”

He stifled a laugh, “I-I didn’t mean like that; that job has been done. I meant like you could put the ghosts along the walkway while I set up the orange and purple lights.” As soon as he finished saying it, the box of ghosts were in your hand and he was untangling lights. 

“Hey! You forgot something!”

He stumbled over to you, looking side to side with wide eyes “What? What’d I forget?”

You puckered your lips and he smiled, planting a kiss on them. 

“Thank you, and you better shower before everyone gets here. You stink Reid!”

“So do you, Reid! Love you!” He called after you before making his way back inside to find more decorations. 

“Purple is the color of the seventh chakra, which represents the third eye and clairvoyance, so purple has become closely associated with the holiday as it is very spiritual in nature. Actually, purple has a rather complicated color symbolism because it is the mixture of calm blue and passionate red. The emotions attached to it vary, depending on whether or not it is a blue based purple or a red based purple. Which is actually an interesting conundrum when you look at the color spectrum-” Spencer rambled to the table of children and their parents who were just there to decorate sugar cookies and admire the ghost stickers on the walls.

Matt laughed, “Thanks for that, Reid. But I think Kristy was just complimenting the lights on the mantle.”

Everyone laughed and Spencer flushed a light shade of pink. You came up to him and admired the mess of a kitchen table in front of you.

On one side were the Jareau-LaMontagnes. Henry was old enough to try to make a ghost, but Michael was still too little to sit in his own seat. He was on Will’s lap, patting his hands on orange sprinkles and watching them stick to his little palms. Then he would clap and watch them fall to the ground around him, giggling every time.

“I’m real sorry about the mess, Y/N,” Will said in his sweet southern drawl.

You smiled, “Hey, I said we’d host Halloween cookie day. I’m more than happy to clean it up. Plus, it’s practice for this guy.” You patted your belly and he smiled.

On the opposing side of the table was the ever growing Simmons clan. David and Jake were squeezing green icing out of bags trying to make Frankensteins, and their younger sisters were hogging all the purple and drawing flowers on the cookies shaped like bats. 

The kids weren’t the only ones having fun though. You set up a separate table for the adults. It was kind of like those wine and art nights, but in this case the art was edible.

Penelope got the short end of the stick (in her book at least) and was sitting next to Luke, aka Newbie, “You cannot just hog all the red icing! I swear to GOD Luke Alvez!”

Luke puckered up his face and mocked Penelope, “I swear to GOD Luke Alvez!”

“Oh SHUT UP SHUT UP! Just because you’re all macho and handsome doesn’t mean you get to hog all the icing!”

“Maybe you wouldn’t need the red icing if you hadn’t insisted on making the skull rainbow.”

Penelope groaned and looked across the room at you and Spencer, begging you to help her. The two of you just laughed and you leaned into Spencer’s side. 

“When do you think she’ll finally admit she’s in love with him?”

Spencer laughed, putting his hand on the small of your back, “Never. Garcia is many things, and stubborn is one of them.”

Rossi was next to them, sitting back and not participating in the icing war that was going on in front of him. He just warned them that they better not get any on his brand new Italian silk shirt. 

“It’s handmade, you know, only fifteen were even made. I had to call a guy who knows a guy who knows the maker’s sister to get one.”

JJ rolled her eyes, “Sure Rossi, and this shirt was actually worn by the Queen of England.” 

She gestured to the black shirt she was wearing which clearly said, “Happy Halloween Witches!” 

Dave scoffed, “Listen, Jennifer, I know Liz well. She would never wear something that tried to replace the word ‘bitches’ with ‘witches’. She’s classy.”

JJ laughed, taking another gulp of wine, “Liz? So what… you guys are on a first name basis?”

He shrugged, “Let’s just say, if Philip wasn’t in the picture…”

They were interrupted by Henry coming up to his mom and showing her the ghost cookie he had tried to make, “Do you like it, mom?”

“Wow dude! That is one scary ghost,” she said, taking it from him and licking some stray icing off her fingers.

He grinned proudly, and insisted on showing his favorite Uncle Spencer.

“Uncle Spence! Come look at my ghost!”

Spencer looked over at you, silently asking for permission to leave your side. You smiled and waved your hand, “Go! But please don’t get black icing on the ceiling again. This year, you’ll be the one cleaning it.”

He smiled and sat at the ridiculously small kids chair, looking like a giant, and picked up a few piping bags to make his own creation.

Suddenly Emily and Tara appeared next to you, holding an empty bottle of wine, “We need a refill, Mrs. Reid.”

You still blushed at the use of your married name, no matter how many times you heard it, “Follow me to the wine cellar, ladies!”

The two of them followed behind you as you walked carefully down the steps, “Spencer usually doesn’t let me down here. He says the steps are unsafe.”

“Uh, yeah, if I had known how narrow and steep they were I would’ve just asked you to direct me,” Tara said, looking for the light switch on the wall. She found it and soon the three of you were staring at the dark walls of the basement.

“Okay, maybe I lied. It isn’t so much a wine cellar as it is just a regular, creepy old basement.”

“Full of spiders,” Emily added, swatting at a cobweb on the extremely low ceiling. Spencer had to crouch when he came down here. 

“That’s what you get for buying a house built in 1920, Y/N,” Tara added, as they both began sifting through the stray bottles of wine in a box on the floor.

“I know, but Spencer insisted because it ‘adds character.’”

“Being married to that man, I don’t know how much more character you need,” Emily said, pulling out a bottle of cheap Barefoot red wine, “I bet you miss this.”

You rubbed your belly, “I said I’m bringing a bottle of wine in my hospital bag.”

Tara laughed, “And what did Dr. Reid say to that? ‘Actually, Y/N, you can’t have alcohol in the hospital.’”

“No, no, I bet it was more like, ‘did you know that alcohol is a depressant? It slows down your cognitive functions, thus making it much harder to care for a newborn baby.’”

“Hey! Stop making fun of my husband!” you said, the two women looking as if they’d just seen a ghost, which was rather fitting for the occasion, “Only I get to do that!”

The three of you laughed and they helped you hobble up the stairs, where you were met by a sight you wished you hadn’t seen.

The first person you saw was Matt, white icing all over his red shirt and arms, and Kristy laughing next to him, using a finger to swipe some up and put it in her mouth. Next were the four Simmons children, each with varying amounts and colors of icing and sprinkles all over them. Then you saw Will, who for some reason had a chunk of cookie in his hair, and Michael on his shoulders. JJ was behind them, grabbing Michael’s hands and trying to wipe all the stickiness he had accumulated off of them.

Next was Rossi, who had an unmistakable drop of red icing on the arm of his Italian silk shirt. If he was a cartoon character, he would’ve had steam coming out of his ears. Garcia and Luke were next to him, each looking mortified and blaming the other. Garcia was smacking his arm lightly and Luke was shielding his face.

Then your eyes found the person you always looked for when you entered a room, and Spencer looked the worst of them all. His fluffy hair was matted down in places with green icing, cookie crumbs all over his cheeks and stuck in his scruff. His sweater was once cream colored, but now it was a mixture of green, purple, black, and gray. His hands were covered in icing and sprinkles and he was spinning Henry around in a circle.

You stood there and admired the scene in front of you for a moment, before Tara cleared her throat. 

“What is going on here?”

Everyone stopped, and immediately Henry spoke, “He did it!”

He pointed straight at Spencer, who put his hands up, “Me? What’d I do?”

“Uncle Spencer started a food fight!”

“No, I think it was Garcia,” Rossi said and the room fell into a roar of laughter; Tara and Emily eager to get in on the fun and dip their own hands into some icing.

You admired them all one more time, rubbing your belly softly, before also diving head first into a mess of sprinkles and ghost shaped cookies.

This was your family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[holylulusworld]

For your 11,000 Halloween Celebration: Reader trying to get Michael!Dean to enjoy Halloween with her and dress up, though her choice in costume makes him a bit intrigued and excites his hunger for her

Matching costumes

11,000 Followers Fall & Halloween drabbles

Summary: It’s Halloween and you want a certain archangel to enjoy it. Whether he likes it or not.

Warnings: language, tension, implied smut

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Reader

Word count: 500+

Divider by @firefly-graphics

After defeating his father and bringing ‘peace’ to earth again Michael has nothing else to do than spending time with his favorite human. Not that he ever would tell you so.

He patiently sits on your bed, nodding now and then when you leave the walk-in-wardrobe wearing a Halloween costume.

“Why do we have to go to that party again?” Michael sighs, hating you talked him into ‘having fun’ after he defeated Chuck.

“Come on, Michael,” standing between his spread legs you place your hands onto his shoulders. “You promised that we would have harmless fun from now on. Chuck is gone. The Winchesters are in heaven. And who knows why Castiel ran off.”

“He’s back in heaven to spend time with his friends,” the archangel rolls his eyes, still not understanding why his brother wants to waste more time on the Winchesters. “I told him they are fine.”

“Come on, you need to wear a costume too, baby,” Michael’s eyes flash blue and his wings fill the room to surround you. “That’s not a costume, Michael! Don’t be a spoilsport, my tall and strong archangel. Defender of earth. The one defeating God himself.”

You can see the pride in Michael’s eyes and the twitch of his lip when you slide your hand over his chest. “Please…pretty please?”

“What shall I wear?” The archangel sighs, watching you run toward the walk-in-wardrobe, your ass bouncing in your cheerleader uniform. “I won’t wear a cheerleader uniform, Y/N.”

“I want matching costumes, Michael,” rummaging in the wardrobe you squeal when you find the costume you want to wear for your boyfriend – or not boyfriend as Michael refuses to admit you are his favorite human. “You’ll like the next one…”

“I liked the others too,” Michael lies. The archangel barely remembers the costumes you showed him before. “Let’s just choose one and…” jaw going slack Michael uncomfortably shifts on your bed.

His pants suddenly feel too tight when you step out of the walk-in-wardrobe once again.

This time you are wearing stockings, heels, and a short nude 1920’s flapper fringe beaded dress which barely reaches your thighs.

When you turn around to sway your hips Michael can see your lace panties.

“See, this way we can still wear matching costumes,” you can hear the archangel inhale sharply before he jumps up. He crosses the room with a beat of his wings to grip your waist, giving you a once over. 

“You will not leave this room with that costume on,” you smirk, sliding your hands down his chest. Michael pants heavily, nostrils flaring when you dare to pat his cock.

“Try me, baby,” you purr, knowing too well Michael will not let you out of the room anytime soon or like ever…

“This dress must go,” he grits his teeth, gaze dropping to your chest. “I will keep you to myself, Y/N.” Pinned to the wall moments later, his hands all over your body you forget about the dress, Halloween, or matching costumes.

Needless to say, you never made it to the party …

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