#but it's fun to do something different and halloween is a good excuse

[rulesforthedance]

Lollllll

[zorobff]

dress up. (toji fushiguro x f!reader)

synopsis: in an attempt to make some memories, you come up with the idea of a family costume for this year’s halloween. toji and megumi might need a little convincing, though…

a/n: first fic in like a year and first time writing for my babygirl toji :3

word count: 1.1k

toji carelessly lets himself fall next to you, his sheer body weight causing the couch to jolt slightly. he nods at your phone. “whatcha looking at?”

“just some costumes. halloween’s coming up and—”

a smile creeps up on toji’s face before you can get another word out. “you shoulda asked me first, baby. i got a few good ideas. patient and nurse could work, i love a woman in uniform—my woman in uniform. cop and prisoner, too. would give us a good excuse to finally buy some handcuffs.” he winks.

“sounds like you’ve been thinking about this for a while,” you tease. “but unfortunately, none of those are gonna work.”

toji’s face falls ever so slightly and you have to hold back a laugh at seeing a grown man pout.

“had you let me finish, you’d know i want to do a family costume.”

“baby, c’mon,” he groans, rubbing his face. “i never go all out f’ halloween, you know that.”

you arch a brow. “you seemed eager a few seconds ago.”

he huffs. “that was different.”

“mhm, sure,” you reply, sarcastically. “i don’t mind suggestions, just a little more family friendly and less… porn-y.”

“where’s the fun in that?” he deadpans.

you smack his bicep. “save the roleplaying for later. i mean, just look at how cute these are.”

you hand him your phone and he reluctantly takes it. he’s seen this app before; pinterest, he believes it’s called. his eyes roam over the page for a moment, seeing various families of three dressed in an array of costumes. rock, paper and scissors. ketchup, mustard and a hot dog. fork, knife, and spoon.

he hands you back your phone when he decides he’s seen enough. “baby, those are humiliating.”

“no they’re not! they’re fun.” you snatch the device back, furiously scrolling. “besides, we’re making memories for megumi to look back on when he’s older.”

“have you met the little twerp? he’s practically a 70 year old man in the body of a second grader.” toji shakes his head with a smile. “you sure he’d even wanna do this?”

“we should at least ask him. then he can’t say we never tried.”

toji’s eyes soften; you really were giving this your all. your dedication to making megumi’s childhood a happy and healthy one was something that tugged at his heart strings; especially since toji had never received that kind of affection in his youth. and yet, here was a beautiful woman he was privileged to call his wife trying her best to break that generational curse. he truly was a lucky man.

“megumi!” shouts toji, suddenly determined to make this family costume work. “get in here!”

megumi’s little voice comes back muffled from his upstairs bedroom. “wait, i’m almost done with this level!”

“tch, he’s glued to that damn thing. what’s it called? a switch?” toji shakes his head and mumbles, “should’ve never let you buy it f’ him.”

“don’t be jealous,” you tease. “if you’re good, i’ll get you one for christmas too.”

toji smirks. “actually, i wanted to ask for a special gift this year.”

“oh yeah? what’s that?”

“y’know how megumi’s been askin’ for a sibling—”

you shove his shoulder and he laughs.

toji takes that as his cue to leave and talk to megumi, standing from the couch with an exaggerated groan. (you always made fun of him for it, claiming that it was such an old man thing to do. he always refuted that you knew what you were getting into when you married someone his age.)

he heads upstairs, delivering a firm knock when he reaches megumi’s door. “get out here, kiddo. need to talk to ya real quick.”

he hears a groan then the shuffling of feet. the door swings open and there stands his son, eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned. clearly, he wasn’t thrilled about having to pause his game.

“sheesh, kid,” toji huffs. “don’t make that face, starting to look like your old man.”

“what is it, dad?” he sighs in exasperation.

“we’re dressing up for halloween this year. as a family.”

that catches the eight year old off guard. “what? why?”

“for the memories or somethin’.”

“i don’t really wanna…” megumi trails off.

toji scratches the back of his head. “i hear ya. but it’ll make your mom real happy so we’re doin’ it.”

megumi purses his lips. “what’s the costume?”

“i dunno. we can’t seem t’ decide. got any ideas?”

“hmmm… i kinda wanted to be michael meyers this year.”

“it’s a group costume, megumi, ya can’t just— hang on, michael meyers? how the hell do you know about him?”

megumi shrugs as if he doesn’t see the issue. “i saw the movie at uncle shiu’s house once.”

toji makes a mental note to never shiu babysit megumi again. or at the very least, go over what movies a second grader is allowed to watch.

toji clears his throat. “well, forget you ever saw it. and don’t tell your mother, got it?”

megumi nods.

“good. erm… any other ideas?”

there’s a silence between the two.

“c’mon, kid, think of something. if not, your mom’s gonna make us dress up as condiments or silverware or somethin’ stupid.”

megumi groans, clearly fed up with the conversation. “can i just go back to playing super mario bros?”

it’s as if a lightbulb goes off in toji’s mind. “you like those guys?”

megumi nods slowly. “yeah… why?”

“you wanna be one of ‘em for halloween?”

megumi’s face lights up. “really? can i be luigi?”

toji grins, satisfied with his reaction. “don’t see why not.”

“cool! does that mean you’ll be mario?”

his dad chuckles. “guess so.”

“ooh and mom could be princess peach!”

“that’s the, uh… pink one, right?”

megumi giggles at his father’s obliviousness, nodding.

“works out then. i’ll go tell your mama.” he ruffles his son’s tar black hair. “thanks, megs. gonna make her day.”

megumi flashes a toothy grin then retreats back into his room.

when toji returns to the living room with a smug smile and pep in his step, you take notice.

“what’s with you?” you inquire.

“oh, nothin’. just got megumi to agree on a family costume, that’s all.”

you eye your husband with interest. “oh really?”

“you’re welcome, princess. speaking of which, you’re gonna need a pink dress and crown.”

“well, now i’m really curious.”

“you know that little game he likes? the one with the plumber brothers—” before he can even finish, you shoot up from your comfortable position.

“how didn’t i think of that sooner? it’s perfect!”

“megs seemed pretty excited about it too. knew exactly which character he wanted to be and everythin’.”

you nearly melt. “that’s all what i wanted. i’ll order the costumes right away.” you lean over to pepper his face in kisses. “thank you so much, toji.”

he grunts, though he’s smiling so hard his scar tilts upwards. “yeah, yeah. how about you thank me with that christmas present i was talkin’ about earlier?”

you pull away from him and grin. “nice try.”

[hazelsmirrorball]

F1 Elementary | Teacher! Oscar Piastri x Teacher! Reader

summary: It's Halloween in Box elementary and Oscar decides it's a good idea to play secret admirer and finally make a move with one of the teachers.

pairings: teacher!oscar piastri x teacher!reader

a/n: Excuse any errors english isn’t my main language. This is based off Abbott Elementary. If it's in bold it's a confesional.

 The bell rang loudly, filling the halls mixing with the loud voices of the kids that were heading towards their classrooms. The teachers patiently waited outside the door greeting every single kid that entered. The hallways were different from their day to day. Miss L/n had stayed all night up decorating the halls to make them spooky for halloween. People could probably say that she could be a little bit of an overdoer. Spiders webs, spiders, pumpkins, bats surrounded the hallways, clinging towards the halloween aesthetic scaring a few of the kids. 

"Hi! I'm principal Norris. I still don't know how I ended up ruling this school but might I say I love it here. I’m the literal king of this school, everyone does what I say, it’s like I direct them or something. There’s a lot of perks of working at Box elementary,  Hot teachers, smart kids and the paycheck. Being a principal is the best, so I welcome you to my lovely kingdom. But enough about me, let’s talk about my untalented and ugly staff so you guys can see what I have to work with everyday. Look, there we have one of our annoying second grade teachers, Y/n. I'll leave you guys to it and let me say if you need more beauty shots, I'll be in my office" Lando said while tilting his crown down sending a kiss towards the camera. He turns to the left and the camera slowly follows him walking towards one of the students eating a lollipop. Lando  quickly takes it out of her hand and eats it himself. He walks away leaving the kindergartener alone crying in the halls. 

"Hello!! I'm Y/n L/n. But around here everyone calls me Miss L/n. I've been teaching second grade here for about four years now and honestly it's a blast. I love the kids, I love the school, I love my coworkers, I love the classes, I love my mood ...Sorry l am rambling but in my defense it's one of the best holidays of the year. Halloween!  and this year is different because we got the opportunity to dress up. They also let me put the whole school in halloween decor. All the kids are so excited to wear their little costumes and eat candies. That’s why I had to step up my game. Guess what I am? No? Okay. Well I’m a bumblebee cause people say I’m sweet like honey and sometimes that is annoying, but that’s nobody's buzzness. Did you get the joke? Did you understand?  Because I am dressed as a bee? I know you got it, I see that smile on your lips, cameraman. Anyway, let me just get to the point, I teach second grade and around here we all love to have fun. Do you want a Frankenstein cupcake? I made them myself" She said with a huge grin stretching out her hand with a cupcake toward the cameramen while the kids in the background made cute cupcakes. Her face was covered in frosting and her costume was covered in glitter. 

Oscar Piastri, smiled as he excitedly greeted his first graders, exclaiming proudly “happy halloween ” as they entered the classroom, His  Mark Webber  costume intact. He watched as his little students entered the classroom all giggly while holding onto buckets filled with candies he had personally requested them to bring so they could exchange with their classmates. When the last student entered, his eyes trailed towards the end of the hall where he could see Y/n L/n handing her kids a lollipop while they entered. Oscar stared at her in aw, as she did a dance battle with one of the kids that was dressed as a hip hop dancer. Y/n stinger got caught on the door making her fall back as all the kids from her class ran up to her to help her up. She shook them off by saving countless thank you’s. Y/n threw her head back laughing at her kids following the action as Oscar stayed in his place being starstruck by her beauty. Oscar waited a few seconds to catch her eye and waved at her with a soft smile which Y/n happily returned. Being lost by the sudden interaction Oscar couldn’t feel the small child tugging on the side of his pants trying to get his attention. 

“Mr. Oscar! You are staring at Miss L/n again. You said staring at people was rude” The child exclaimed quite loudly making Oscar jump up and panick. He quickly crouched down to be at the same level as the kid. 

“Alex, what did we say about yelling?” Oscar said softly, trying to push back his flushed face. Alex looked down towards his shoes shaking his head. 

“That we shouldn’t do it. I’m sorry Mr. Oscar. I was trying to get your attention because I needed to tell you something but you were looking at Miss L/n. I heard that in their class they are making cupcakes today. What are we going to do? It’s Halloween we should do something fun” Alex said, raising his head and grinning excitedly towards Oscar. Oscar mirrored his expression. 

“Well, I talked to Principal Norris and he said we could race cars outside. So after we exchange candies right after recess we can race” Oscar said resting his hands on his shoulder grinning. Alex quickly squealed in excitement jumping up and down. Oscar followed his actions moving side to side. “Wait, what did you need to tell me that was so urgent?” Oscar said quickly remembering what were his true intentions. 

“I actually don’t remember” Alex said, making a thinking face. 

"Mister Oscar!  Jeremy is kicking me again" a kid screamed from inside the classroom making Oscar quickly enter the room to detain the fiasco before it got worse. Jeremy was quite the fighter and he didn’t feel like cleaning up blood today. 

Oscar Piastri didn't expect to like being a teacher as much as he did but now after being a  teacher for about a year, he was starting to get the hang of things. He enjoyed the kids' presence, they made things actually fun for him and the best thing, aside from the kids, was Y/n L/n. Having Y/n around made the teaching experience quite refreshing. She was around the same age as Oscar  but she had been teaching there for about four years just like her close friend and English teacher, Logan Sargent. Oscar had tried several times to get in their little group but it was quite hard for him to click with the teachers. It wasn’t that they were mean or anything, it was the fact that they didn’t take the rookie teacher seriously. Adding to the fact that Oscar wasn’t the best when getting social clues, for some people, it felt like they were talking to a child while they were talking to Oscarl. 

“Mister Piastri, I wanted to inform you that the camera crew just got here today, so don't be surprised if they catch your fine ass. You look quite attractive with that, costume." Principal Norris said, peeking his head through the door. Oscar  turned around with a scared look on his face seeing Lando wiggle his eyebrows at him. Oscar’s hands dropped stopping the two kids that were originally fighting. 

"Excuse me?" Oscar asked, raising an eyebrow at Lando making him wink at Oscar. 

"I'm just playing but remember that they...Oh look they are here now! Here we have Mr. Oscar Piastri. He teaches first grade and he's been working here for about a year, yet he can barely get a hold of his class but we are working on it. So enjoy your time with him. The hottest teacher in the school. Bye" he exclaimed while he left Oscar standing agape in the hallway with a camera crew filming straight at him. Oscar quickly took his glasses off, cleaning them on his pants nervously while the kids screamed as loud as they could in the back of the class, the kids once again starting their fight.

“First of all, I'm not the hottest teacher here, I'll leave that to Charles and second of all I have perfect control of my kids. Didn’t you guys catch on camera me stopping the fight? " Oscar exclaimed defensively while putting on his glasses and looking at the camera clearly stressed. His hair was now messy pointing to several directions as his  breath was unsteady. 

"Mr. Oscarl! Help me, Jeremy is still pulling my hair now" a kid yelled from the back of the class quickly gaining Oscar’s attention. He quickly ran towards the back of the class and the camera crew quickly behind him. Oscar tried pulling Jeremy off one of the other kids but he wouldn't move.

"Jeremiah, let go!" Oscar said while falling desperately to get his attention. 

"I'm not letting go Osc! She bit me with her stupid vampire teeth" Jeremiah yelled, still not letting go of his grip becoming stronger. 

"First, I told you even though you are stronger than me to call me Mr. Oscar. Second of all, we said no bad words in the classroom and that included the word stupid.  Now let's just try to be in a loving mood, it's Halloween, don't you guys want to be in a loving mood?!" Oscar asked desperately, trying to convince the kids to let go of each other. All the kids around them were unphased by the interaction, exchanging candies while the fiasco unfolds.

"NO!" Both of the kids exclaim pushing Oscar down towards the floor. He closed his eyes in pain waiting for a few seconds for the floor to eat him alive. He let out a sigh, dragging himself to one of the classroom doors praying that someone, beside Lando or Y/n, would help him out. 

"How are you kids so strong?! Verstappen!  Verstappen please, please help me. Verstappen I know you can see me" Oscar exclaimed as he gripped on the side of the door from the floor. He reached forward holding his leg desperately not wanting him to move. Verstappen stopped dead in his tracks staring down at Oscar with pity. His eyes were nearly covered in tears as he begged him to come and help. Verstappen looked towards the break room as he turned his back from it, taking a step into the classroom but not before quickly rolling his eyes at Oscar. Instantly the kids stopped fighting while the ones that were exchanging candies  sat down hiding their sweets.

"How?" Oscar mouthed to the camera while watching the kids stay like statues with Verstappen.

"I'm  Max Verstappen. Please do not associate me with the principal or I will call the authorities against you. If it were my decision, I would have been principal and I would have said no to this little filming festival you have going around here. But since l am not principal, I have to answer your dumb questions.  I am the other second grade teacher here at Box elementary. The only person I don't get annoyed at in this school is possibly Oscar. He isn't the worst teacher in the world but he isn't the greatest. Kids here can be little shits but I have them under control. Oscar on the other hand doesn't. He lacks control and I truly believe he's one of the kids."  Verstappen said to the camera while moving to the side to let into view a giggling Oscar Piastri exchanging his candies  with his students excitedly.

Meanwhile, Logan and Carlos  walked together to the break lounge ready to eat their lunch and enjoy their break. Both of them worked on the second floor with the middle school kids and they were exhausted.

"Good evening, I'm Logan and I teach seventh grade english. I've been in this school for four years and quite frankly still don't know why I've stayed so long."

Carlos sat down taking his food out of his neatly prepared lunch box while Logan took his mug to serve himself some coffee. Both of them took in the wonderful peace and quiet that surrounded the break lounge, something that it always lacked. But the peace and quiet was interrupted by the door slamming open and a visually alarmed Oscar  coming through, Verstappen following behind shortly after.

"I'm so done with those little pieces of sh.. You"  Oscar took a deep breath pointing at the cameramen. "Stop following me with those stupid cameras. You're making me seem like I'm a bad teacher” he said while his eyes twitched, making Logan hide a chuckle with a cough. He continued to drink his coffee attempting to calm himself.

"I don't think they're making you seem like a bad teacher, maybe you're just being one” Carlos  responded while taking a bite of his sandwich making Logan  "cough" even louder.

"Carlos.  I came to this school the same time Oscar Piastri did and it still surprises me that he is still here. There were fifty new teachers and surprisingly the only two left are Oscar Piastri  and me, I thought he was going to be the first one to leave, yet here he is, still struggling and still not getting the hang of it" Carlos said to the camera while fixing the nonexistent wrinkles of his button up shirt.

"Well, I have you know I am a great teacher! My students say it to me all the time when I get emotional. I bet you don’t even cry with your students. My students and I had a Halloween party, something that didn't even cross your mind to have today. We exchanged candies, had a dance party and watched movies. They love me. I love them. And all you did was bore you kids to death today, I suppose. What did you do? Make them read" Oscar responded angrily while looking at the peaceful Carlos. 

"Actually, yes. We read about the history behind witches. Something you can actually do to learn since you come to school to learn not to party. But I guess you didn't get the memo since all you did was go to frat parties in college" he said taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Jokes on you I wasn't even in a frat. But I just know your kids wanted lollipops and by the way I gave my kids lollipops and none of them threw them at each other so I believe that's progress" Oscar said proudly while looking in the fridge giving his back to the teachers letting them see the back part of his robes covered in lollipops.

"Congrats! You are getting better, Piastri. I am really proud” Logan  applauded while placing his cup of coffee down.

“But I don't think you should get your kids hopes up with Halloween. You should show them the gory things that I showed mine today. Real, scary, halloween movies. When they’ll get older they will thank you for teaching them how to survive a psycho. ” Verstappen responded while sitting next to Carlos.

"Aren't your kids seven?" Carlos asked, concerned, raising an eyebrow at Verstappen.

"And your point is, Carlos Jr.?" Verstappen asked while taking a sip of his black coffee. 

“I already told you, my name isn't Carlos Jr., it's just Carlos" he said seriously while glaring at the man.

"I will not stop spreading love in my classroom.I love Halloween and no one and I mean no one  loves Halloween more than me" Oscar exclaimed sitting down with his arms crossed. 

"Hellooo fellow teachers!" Y/n exclaimed throwing flower petals in the air while entering the break room. 

"I highly doubt it" Logan responded while looking at his best friend, dressed up in her vibrant yellow costume. She was holding onto a basket filled with sweets while her wings neatly placed on her back. Her hair wasn't styled as usual, instead it was pulled back in two braids with her antennas.

"Happy Halloween to you, and you, and you" She said, handing a beautifully devoted Halloween box to each of her coworkers.

Carlos smiled softly, Logan whispered a thanks and Verstappen rolled his eyes, but deep down he loved it. Y/n headed towards Oscar giving him a bigger box than the rest. Oscar blushed hard, taking in the gift in his hand while Y/n placed down her things. 

"Thank you, Y/n. I appreciate it a lot" he said smiling softly but his smile got wider when she sat next to him.

"You're welcome Oscar! By the way, I love your red bull costume. I really like the redbull drink. A lot of my students dressed the same. It looks cute" she said, playing with the ends of Oscar’s long sleeve . 

“Actually, Y/n. Oscar’s dressed as An...” Verstappen started but quickly got cut off by Oscar slamming his hand against the table. 

"Thank you, Y/n! I was trying really hard for that can look. I really like your bee costume. I know everyone was buzzing about it” he said excitedly while trying to hide his  blush. Y/n threw her head laughing hitting Oscar’s shoulder softly making Oscar blush more if it even was possible.  

"Thank you! I wanted to go all out today, I heard that the party was going to be the bomb.” Y/n said winking towards Oscar which made him grin excitedly. 

“You know about that?” Oscar asked confusedly, while taking his food out of his bag. 

“Yeah! My kids were telling me about some big plan you have after recess. I was so excited for the afternoon party I forgot to bring lunch" She smiled at her while opening a water bottle and looking down at her notes to fix anything that was incorrect for the party the school was throwing later today.

"Here, have my sandwich" Oscar exclaimed quickly, planting the sandwich next to her. She looked up from her paper shaking her head.

“Don't worry about it Oscar. You should eat, I can wait until later.” She responded by trying to hand it back at him but he shook his head.

"Have it, I'm not even hungry" Oscar said smiling softly while shrugging trying not to worry her.

"Thank you Oscar! I owe you one" Y/n said, taking a bite while Logan looked at the camera suspiciously while drinking his coffee.

"What? I'm not hungry. My stomach is filled with brownies, candies and cupcakes. Plus the cupcake I had this morning, if Y/n’s hungry I wouldn't mind giving her my food!! Or anyone not necessarily her, I give my food to everyone that wants it, look. Here have this kiwi" Oscar exclaimed while taking out the kiwi he was previously eating and handing it in to a kid that was passing by. The kid stared at Oscar weirdly before continuing walking.

"So,what are you guys doing tonight? Anything special planned in this spooky evening" Oscar asked, trying to change the subject while they all peacefully ate. Everyone stayed quiet but Oscar anxiously taped his finger on the round table making Carlos groan and speak up.

"Well, since you're being nosy, I rented out a movie theater to watch movies tonight with my girlfriend” Carlos responded, closing his book. Y/n squealed, turning to him with a smile. "It was so romantic. What did you get?" Carlos asked, directing himself to Y/n, but she simply shrugged.

“The kids gave me some beautifully made cupcakes, those that count?" She asked sitting next to him, Verstappen laughed making the two stare at him.

“It's sad that you want that to count," he said, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Don't listen to Max, he's just jealous the kids didn't give him anything because they are scared of him” Carlos said, rolling his eyes as Y/n fixed her posture awkwardly. 

"My kids love me, they know my second grade class is the superior one and they did get me sweets. I just don't like them" Verstappen responded, getting a bag of candy and throwing it on the table leaving Carlos in shock.

"Well, maybe you'll get something later, the night is still young" Oscar said suspiciously while looking at the camera with a smirk. As if it were by cue a delivery man opens the door holding a big strawberry bouquet.

“Delivery for Y/n L/n” the delivery man said while reading the card. Y/n excitedly got up taking it in her hands and placing it down on the table picking the card to see from who it was. She quickly smiled at the delivery man saying thanks before he left. All the teachers looked at the bouquet waiting for her to say who it was from.

"Who is it from?" Oscar  asked while standing next to her with a huge grin on his face.

"It says spooky berries from a secret admirer, " she said, picking a strawberry and eating it.

Logan, Carlos and Verstappen stood outside in the hallways with the camera crew Filming them.

"It was Oscar" the trio said at the same time while rolling their eyes.

"This is beautiful! The person that got me this has to know me really well, I love chocolate covered strawberries. They are literally the best thing to ever exist on this planet"

" You see! I know her well!! I got her that gift and went all out! I'm proud of my hard work and the smile on her face is to die for. So ha! I win Halloween" Oscar exclaimed happily at the camera while grinning.

"Breaks over, I need my teachers in their classrooms so they can take the kids to that dumb party Y/n’s making" Lando said entering the lounge and getting himself some coffee.

"Nothing you can do will ruin my mood today, Lando. So I will take that as a compliment" She responded, taking a picture of the strawberries.

"You got yourself that gift? That's sad, even for you L/n" Lando responded while taking a sip of the drink.

"Actually, it was a secret admirer," she responded, not even looking at him.

"Oscar, it was Oscar" Lando said, looking at the camera in the hallway while taking a bite of a strawberry he had taken from Y/n's gift.

"Also how are you guys enjoying the reality show we have going on here?" Lando asked, winking at the camera.

"I feel watched and stalked" Verstappen responded seriously.

"I didn't ask you. Oscar?" Lando turned his head towards Oscar who started to pick up his things so he could head back to his classroom. 

"This isn't a reality show Lando. it's a documentary for schools with poor funding so I don't think we should be proud of that” he said while standing up and putting his tote bag on his shoulder. 

"You know what I'm not proud of, the fact I haven't received my Valentine's Day gift yet" Lando said only for him to hear. Oscar shivers while looking at him with the same expression as before. "Now everyone chop chop. We don't have all day" he continued while applauding obnoxiously.

Everyone started leaving the teachers lounge leaving Oscar to himself to open the box Y/n had given him, he slowly opened the box and opened his eyes wide when he saw the gift.

"Oh, I've known about Oscars' crush ever since he started working here. But I love seeing the reactions he does when he thinks I don't know a thing about the little gestures he does for me. That's why I decided that I should give something back" Y/n said smiling to the camera holding the gift she had received from him. In the background you could see Oscar dancing excitedly and when Y/n turned around to look at him, he froze waving at her trying to act cool which Y/n responded with a smile while quickly turning to her classroom.

Oscar looked at his kids jumping up and down at the party and he smiled. He looked at the camera men and then down at his hands.

"I'm going on a date today" He said screaming while joining his kids in a dance battle.

Logan looked at Oscar and then at his best friend from the other side of the school gym and smiled softly at her.

"You asked him out, didn't you?" Logan asked, looking at Y/n.

"Yes, I think he’s cute." She responded while looking at the dancing Oscar. Both of them looked at how Oscar huddled up with the kids pushing a car to make the kids star driving. A few seconds in, a kid “runs’ over another ones leg making them cry.

“I though he meant toy cars?! Seven year olds don’t have diverse license”  

[spaghettitm]

I WANNA GIVE YOU SOMETHING FUN! maybe Charlie and Pim both having a crush on the reader? And different routes if the reader chooses one of them or both? (This is kind of an excuse to get Charlie and Pim headcanons 😵)

AHHHHHHH YES OH MY GOD . Excuse the fact that it kind of seems like a shitty Wattpad story from 2020, my sincere apologies

Also pretty sure this is my longest one I've written... lucky you!

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• You got the job right after Halloween, you had hit it off with Mr. Boss and he offered you a spot at the smiling friends!

• your first day was smooth, everyone was nice. The job was simple, just make people smile! This would become a challenge the more jobs you did, but for now it was easy.

• You got along well with everyone, especially the other two people who went out with you on the job—Pim and Charlie

• They both had their pros and cons; Charlie was funny but could be rude and moody now and then. While Pim was super sweet and fun to be around, he was a bit overwelming at times.

• as the weeks passed you grew closer to the two. But.. they started treating you differently.

• it was painfully obvious that they both caught feelings for you

• Charlie would show up on time just to say good morning first, and Pim would bring you coffee every morning

• at first you thought that it was just them being nice

•after a while of you being blissfully unaware, Alan comes to you at closing hour and explains what's going on.

🪤 : “ I could be wrong, but I'm pre-tty sure that Pim and Charlie are having some sort of crush battle over you. ”

🫵 : “ Oh... that would explain alot... ”

• you weren't upset by any means. It boosted your ego!

• if you where being honest with yourself, you thought they where both pretty cute.

If you chose Pim

• you talk to him after work one day

🫵 : “ Hey, Pim. Are you busy at the moment?”

🩷 : “ Oh? Not at all, no! I'm just heading home! ”

🫵 : “ I was wondering if you wanted to ... Go on a date with me or something? ”

• Pim's face gets bright red, and he doesn't know how to respond. He stared with his big round eyes for a long while.

• he felt as if he was about to puke that's how excited he was. Oh wait. He did puke.

🫵 : “ Oh jeez Pim, are you alright? ”

🩷 : “ Yea!! I'm alright haha!! Um, I would love to go on a date with you!! ”

• he nervously goes to grab some paper towels from the counter

🫵 : “ Is tonight alright? Or is that too early? ”

• he looked as if he was going to pass out

🩷 : “ of course! Let's meet at um. Spaghetti Taco! I'll pay for the whole thing!! ”

🫵 : “ Great, see you there ”

If you chose Charlie

• on the way home from a task Mr. Boss set you and Charlie up for, you started the conversation

🫵 : “Hey, are you busy this Saturday?”

🪓 : “ uhhhh... I don't think so? ”

🫵 : “ oh okay, good. I was wondering if you wanted to go out and eat or something with me. ”

• he looked up from his phone

🪓 : “ Like a date? ”

🫵 : “ Sure, like a date. ”

• He gained a orange blush around his nose and cheeks

🪓 : “ I-I mean, ha. Sure. I'd be down. ”

• he stammered, looking back down at his phone. He was trying to avoid eye contact

🫵 : “ great, do you know any good places? ”

🪓 : “ it's not really fancy or anything but I know this awesome burger place, Salty's

[cursedwater]

Cole's Outfit Dialogue

Boxers: "Excuse me while I slip into something more comfortable…" Butler: "Well, now this is fun. Waiting on you hand and foot, fulfilling your every wish and desire... I promise you that I shall be an extraordinarily attentive butler." Kigurumi: "Ahh - the noble cat onesie. I do so love dressing up as one of those tiny murder machines, if only because it gives me an excuse to resume my enhanced napping schedule. Speaking of which…" Kimono: "Hmm. I see now where the "assassin geisha" trope comes from. I could hide all manner of pointy things in these sleeves. AND I look great." Masquerade: "Masks are everything. I love wearing mine. I love looking under yours. Is there anything more exciting?" RPG: "There's nothing more fun than watching a group of adventures grow close and overcome challenges… Only to have one of them betray the others. Oh! It hurts my heart so good." Spooky: "Oh! Yes- uhh- this is a costume… I'm dressed as an artist for Halloween! An artist that paints… Happy little trees. In Autumn, of course. I definitely wasn't wearing this for a different reason. Don't be silly!" Summer: "I'll be the first to admit it - I could probably use a little more tanning. It's just I tend to operate more at night. My hobbies are a lot more interesting by moonlight."

VA: Alejandro Saab

[zaldritzosrose]

Tom Bennett - Halloween Headcanons

The first in a little collection of Halloween Headcanons for our Ewanverse boys (missing a few as they're being involved elswhere!) for Fan Frankentober, see @fandomeventcenter for all the other contributions and the event details! Masterlist for the event can be found here...

Headcanons below the cut! Thank you to @anjelicawrites for being my beta!

CW: Mentions of the war, mentions of PTSD symptoms, Tom being a menace, then a cute uncle, then a cute little glimpse into his future, mentions of reader (second person pronouns used).

As a child…

Tom was always a troublemaker, and Halloween quickly became a perfect excuse for him to get up more mischief than usual.

From leaving pranks out for his dad to find, to generally terrorising his sister Lois, there wasn’t much Tom wasn’t prepared to get up to. (He only made the mistake of taking his so-called fun outside the house once, getting dragged back home on his ear by his mother was not a good look for him).

His favourite spooky activity, however, was carving pumpkins. It was something set aside for him and his mum to do, just them.

His mum would make hot chocolates, and they would take over the entire table to craft their creations – though his dad usually took over the, in little Tom’s words, “icky insides” on the pumpkin.

Some years, Lois would join in, but she usually didn’t have the attention span (being the younger of the two) to finish carving an entire pumpkin.

But every year, Tom’s creations took pride of place in the Bennett household.

Before the War…

After their mum passed away, Lois and Tom had a hard time doing anything they used to do for Halloween.

It took a couple of years before either of them felt comfortable doing it again.

One year, their dad, Douglas, had brought home two pumpkins to carve in the hopes of cheering up his children. He set them on the table and did his best to make hot chocolates like his wife used to.

And soon, the Bennetts were back in their old routine.

But now Tom was older, he was a little more interested in heading out. Spending time down at the pub, wearing a homemade costume that he usually got Lois’ help with – meaning Lois did most of the actual hard work.

And heading out was basically just, go to the pub and drink until he was just wobbly enough to stumble home. Or get in to trouble, because what’s Halloween without a bit of mischief?

It would start off small, nothing that would get him noticed really. Helping younger kids knock on doors and run was one of his favourites – seeing the genuine joy and silliness on their faces.

But it wasn’t long before he got…worse. He hadn’t meant to break that window, he was drunk. The police, however, didn’t see it that way and a night in the local lockup wasn’t how he wanted to end that Halloween.

During the War…

Halloween was at the back of his mind by now. But he missed his family every time it rolled around.

Missing hot chocolate and pumpkin carving with Lois. Their dad still getting rid of the pumpkin’s insides.

Missed the parties down the pub, a stupid mask on his face and a pint in hand.

But Lois would send him a photo every year. Of how her and their dad decorated the house. Of the pumpkin she’d carved in a way Tom probably would.

And he appreciated that. Keeping every single photo safe and tucked away, ready for when he’d need them most.

After the War…

Post war Tom was different.

The sounds of children shouting and screaming as they trick or treated was now too much for him to hear.

He stayed in more. Lois trying to come around as often as she could, bringing Vera along and making hot chocolates.

But when he first came home, he wasn’t up to pumpkin carving, putting up homemade decorations in their house.

Their dad was gone, the house didn’t feel right without him. Tom didn’t want to be there, but where else would he go?

One year, Lois suggested going to see a film. Something spooky, just for the season.

Tom couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a film, but the idea wasn’t horrible.

He was doing better, loud noises still bothered him, but he could get through a show on the TV without issue now or listen to shouting kids without covering his ears.

So off he went, the Halloween film out that week was The Wolf Man.

Tom was skeptical, but he enjoyed it. He was outside, around people and he was feeling the Halloween spirit again.

Lois noticed it more the next Halloween, seeing Tom almost run up to her door, pumpkin in hand with the biggest smile on his face. It was like seeing their dad all over again.

Every year after that, Tom taught little Vera how to carve a pumpkin and Lois made the hot chocolates. Soon, little Vera was carving pumpkins all on her own! (and of course, she had no issue getting rid of the ‘icky bits’ for her and Uncle Tom).

And now…

Tom started to go to pub parties again, and that’s where he met you.

Dressed like a black cat, he wagered he’d never seen someone so beautiful. And on Halloween too.

He’d bought you a drink and spent the rest of the party attached to your hip.

When the day of Halloween itself rolled around, you joined him in the cinema. His arm around your shoulders as you squealed and jumped at the scary movie.

The next year, you were at his side when the now not so little Vera would carve her pumpkin. And Tom found himself imagining what Halloween would be like with your children…his children.

Your third Halloween together, Tom proposed. It was only right, to propose on the same night he’d met you all those years earlier. Thankfully, you’d said yes.

Married that Christmas (Tom wasn’t a patient man by any means), his visions of a family with you on Halloween were only getting stronger.

And luckily, it wasn’t long before that came true.

A few Halloweens later, Tom had his own son, the perfect image of his dad.

And when he was old enough, Tom was teaching him everything a Bennett needed to know about Halloween – the sensible and the mischievous.

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[mysewingadventures]

Making the ✨Lioncourt Gown✨ (Part 1/4)

Shoot, it's been like two years since I last posted, apologies! I’ve been incredibly busy with uni and life in general, taking care of my mental health, it’s just been a very stressful time lately. I haven't really worked on anything worthy of posting in the meantime, only minor things and one dress I rushed and it didn't turn out well anyway. But, since Halloween is coming up and I don’t feel like wearing the same thing for the third time in a row, I thought it was the perfect excuse to try and make something new and the other day at 2am I fell down a rabbit hole and came up with an idea I’m completely obsessed with.

So recently, (in case you couldn't tell by the title haha) I’ve been really into Interview with the Vampire (the TV show), and there’s this one costume that’s so iconic it immediately caught my attention: This Lestat outfit.

I feel like since this blog isn't fandom related I need to explain myself to those of you who are just semi-familiar with IWTV. Maybe you know Lestat as essentially the villain of the story and are wondering why on earth I'd want to make an outfit inspired by him. The answer is quite simple and not actually deep at all: I just thought it'd be a fun project. I'm very well aware of his personality and would not want to be in the same room as him in real life haha. But he's such an interesting character to watch on screen (they all are, in my opinion). Anyways-

This outfit is from a scene that takes place in the 1790s and now, I’m unfortunately not too versed in men’s fashion so I can’t quite comment on its historical accuracy (and also it’s worn in the context of a theater performance so it’s bound to be more flashy than what people would have worn on the streets), but the way the lapel is shaped just screams redingote to me, and since I've always wanted to make a redingote I'm going to make a redingote version of the costume!

For reference, here's what a c. 1790 redingote looks like:

This one has a normal button closure but redingotes were also often double-breasted (which is what I'm going for), taking inspiration from men's fashion. These were often worn to ride in - hence the name, redingote - riding coat.

Maybe this is the point where I should mention that I'm not going for perfect historical accuracy for this project. It really is just a fun project to try to approximate something as seen on a show to an actual historical piece of clothing.

Here’s a super quick sketch I drew to check if the colors looked good together, and I have to say, I’m sold 1000%.

I am so excited to wear this when it’s done, but also a bit anxious because for starters, I’ve never made a redingote before, and the dresses that I have made all have issues with the sleeves because apparently, I can’t sew sleeves correctly. So this time, I really want to make sure it all fits properly before I sew it and take my time with it to make sure it ends up being something that I love as much as I love the idea of it.

This time, I tried something a little different with my mockup - usually, I’ll draft a pattern on paper, then cut out my mockup and sew it, but this time I decided to make the mockup by draping the fabric directly on the mannequin that I dressed in my stays and a bumroll, making sure I had the correct measurments, and it was a complete gamechanger. It fit right away with minimal adjustments, and I was also immediately able to check how the fabric falls, if it needed to be on the bias or not, etc. I ended up doing everything on straight grain which is technically not 100% correct as the front piece needs to be on a slight bias but it seems to work for this piece so let’s hope the fabric doesn’t wrinkle! I’ll also be adding boning so I’m hoping that’ll additionally keep it all straight and even in the front.

Once the mockup was completed, I went on the search for the right fabrics and got these (the skirt fabric, the buttons and the tape I ordered online and they've yet to arrive!):

The black base fabric and the blue one are cotton, as will be the skirt. The details are satin! I spent a long time at the fabric store trying to think of the best way to do this and it does look like the details on Lestat's outfit are maybe velvet, but I was afraid it would look a little too costume-y and cheap, so I ended up going with satin in the end.

I pinned the fabric mock-up onto the lining fabric (just a white Ikea bedsheet), added 1,5cm seam allowances where needed cut out the lining first, then placed the lining onto the black base fabric and cut that out as well.

I needed to lay the pieces down this way because I bought 2,5 meters, and I'll need 2m for the outer skirt alone so there's not a lot of space left, as I'll also have to cut out the sleeves from that fabric. I then sewed everything together.

And then I noticed I'd made a mistake - the lining for the front panel was supposed to be blue. Welp, now it's white, and I also realized I didn't have enough blue fabric to do the collar AND the lining, so I went for a fake lining for which I cut out two blue triangles to be slightly bigger than the lapel

and stitched them to the lining layer so the seams wouldn't be visible on the black outer layer. This was the result:

Pretty happy with it! Next up, even though I don't have the beige tape yet, I decided to cut out the color panels in the front and already pin them down. After some trial and error, I decided to go for 15x4,5cm triangles and calculated the size needed for the shorter ones (9x7,5cm), cut them out of the satin (which, let me tell you, was so finicky it ended up being the most difficult part of it all) laid them down and fastened with pins.

This is what I have so far:

Looking at it in the picture, I'm worried that the color panels take up too much space in the front. It looks like that in the original picture, but in my sketch I made everything a little narrower. But I was also scared of pulling on it too much because the panels are just pinned to the fabric. Some parts are sticking out over the black base layer which maybe also makes it look wider than it really is, I'll cut it to shape once I have the tape and have a better visual understanding of what it's going to look like.

Next up will be the collar/yoke and the dreaded sleeves and possibly the boning. I should do the boning before I attach the beige tape. I am realizing as I’m writing this that I should’ve done the boning before pinning down the colored panels as they’re supposed to cover it. Oh well. It’s fine. Either way, I think it already looks super cool and I can't wait to see the finished product!

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4|

[garfield-mug]

Could I maybe request some cozy comfort with Jake? A rainy day spent inside with him or something like that, whatever you’re up to, thanks in advance!

A/N: i passed my chem exam so here's a treat! idk how i feel about it, but i don't hate it. would've gotten to this sooner but had halloween plans this weekend, which were very fun. hope you like it! also, i'm getting back into using desk top and it's.... different lmao. also not proof read too hard, so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. also, requests are still open!

synopsis: in which you want to remember all that you can during your time with jake.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none, just hurt/comfort and fluff, no use of Y/N

It didn't rain often in San Diego, but when it did, it poured. As was the case today, plans for spending the day at the beach long forgotten. Jake was home, which seemed to be a rare occurrence with his long shifts on base mixed with the occasional deployment. A day off for Jake was not to be taken lightly, or for granted, and you didn't intend to. So here you both sat, in your home, sharing a blanket as you watched a movie. You'd tucked yourself into his side, legs over his lap, as he rubbed gentle circles over your back. You'd felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier with each pass of his hand. You take a deep breath and nuzzle your face into his chest.

"You keep doing that and I'm gonna fall asleep."

Jake stops his ministrations, smiling softly. "Close your eyes if you're tired, honey. Not much else to do today."

You love Jake, you really do. You love most everything about him. You especially love spending time with him because time seems to be the thing you can never find enough of. You know him well enough to know that he feels the same way. You're comfortable with him in a way you aren't with anyone else, which is why you don't really know why the feeling of shy embarrassment starts to creep up your throat and crawl through your insides. It's why you can't bring yourself to look at him when you say, "Wanna spend time with you. Can't do that if I'm sleeping, lovey."

Jake exhales, pushing a small laugh through his nose and places a kiss to the crown of your head. "Baby, we have all day to spend together. You can sleep for a few hours. I'll still be here when you wake up."

You sit up straighter so you can see his face, still finding it difficult to look him in the eye. Jake's expression changes to something more serious as he takes in your change in mood. He brings a hand up to your cheek and you lean into his touch. "Honey, what's wrong?"

It takes a second for you to gather your thoughts so you can actually for coherent sentences. Even when talking with Jake, undoubtedly the love of your life, being vulnerable was difficult. You knew he would listen, and god was he a good listener. You knew he wouldn't ever make fun of you or throw it back in your face. Still, that persistent little speck of doubt took root in the back of your mind, always imagining the worst-case scenario. You take a deep breath.

"I just... I want to remember the time I spend with you because I feel like we never get enough. And I don't want you to think that I think I'm not a priority for you or that you don't try to make time for me because I don't. I don't think that. I know you try so, so hard. It's just that we both have different schedules and sometimes you're shipped off for months at a time and I know you can't control that. It's not your fault, but it just really fucking sucks when you're not here, so I want to get as much of you as I can."

Your cheeks are warm, your neck is warm. You can kind of hear the blood rushing past your eardrums and you know you're sweating. Your hands would be shaking if you hadn't pressed them together. You kind of wished you could run and hide, but you knew that wouldn't make anything better. Jake is looking at you, bright green eyes boring into yours. His gaze is intense, it always is, but especially in these instances where you have his full, unwavering attention. Jake feels his heart squeeze in his chest, almost in disbelief at what he just heard.

He knows being vulnerable is difficult for you. It's difficult for him, too. He walked around with walls up, constantly on guard and keeping those he knew (except for a few) at arm's length. Until he met you. You, who came crashing into his life with your shining eyes and radiant smile. You, who managed to tear down his walls piece by piece, brick by brick, until there was nothing left standing between you and his heart.

Jake sighs, "Baby, look at me." He brings a hand under your chin to get you to look up at him. "I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love spending time with you, too. It doesn't matter what we do or where we go, just that I'm with you. If you're sleeping, so what? It just means I get to hold you. I get to make sure you're comfortable and warm and safe. I get to rub your back and kiss your head and I get to see your face."

Jake has both hands on your cheeks, now, rubbing his thumbs gently over the soft skin under your eyes.

"You look so peaceful when you sleep." It comes out as an almost-whisper. "You may not remember, but I do. I see your face and I know I'm home, I'm safe. I may not be here as much as either of us want, and we may have schedules that don't always line up, but, Baby... any time I get to spend with you is time I wouldn't want to spend any other way. Snoozing on a rainy day or not. I got you in my arms and that's all I need, Babydoll."

Jake's cheeks are warm, his neck is warm. He can kind of hear the blood rushing past his eardrums and he knows he's sweating. His hands would definitely be shaking if he wasn't holding your face right now. He kind of wanted to run and hide, but he knew that wouldn't make anything better. You are looking at him, big bright eyes boring into his. You feel your heart clench in your chest at his words. No one has ever made you feel so loved. You're misty-eyed, smiling up at him like he's just hung the moon and stars. You bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, pulling him in. Softly, you press your lips to his. The kiss is soft and sweet.

"I love you, Jake Seresin." You rest your forehead against his. He pulls you in for another kiss, this time deeper than before, leaving you both a bit breathless. He settles back into the sofa and you follow his lead, lying on his chest. He begins to rub gentle circles over your back.

"Go to sleep, darlin'. I'll be here when you wake up." Jake places a kiss to the crown of your head as you doze off for a cozy afternoon nap.

[kigieri]

20 Little Horrors

There might be something haunting the paddock and its drivers. The feelings growing, eating one of them after the other, none able to help themselves. Or may it simply be part of the human condition? Something they cannot escape because it lives and grows within them.

A/N: A Halloween fic!🎃 I got inspired by @motorsport-halloween to tip my pen into horror. Since I'm not that big on gore and murder, I challenged myself to more of a psychological horror approach. A little fun fact, as the wonderful and supporting @mariclerc already knows, I almost forgot the Ferrari boys. I had 18 drivers and was deeply confused who was missing. It was simple, the two men under the prancing horse.

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It started with Logan. Dark circles under the eyes, fingers that rubbed slowly at his temple. The paranoia was palpable. Questions and doubts encircled him. Eating at him. His skin became thinner and paler. What shall one do without certainty, without a stable ground to stand on. You will fall.

The tick of Kevin's neck was something people got used too quickly. The outbursts he was able to excuse for a time. Then came the twitching of his fingers, not knowing what they wanted to do. He didn't control them. Crazy, he did not know if good or bad. He steered himself into the wall and into the abyss.

With time, there was a new aura around Daniel, one he couldn't hide. His eyes had a sheen to them, even while a smile graced his face. He felt heavy and they could see it. They saw all his moves, they saw what broke him down, and they saw him never standing up again. He felt as broken as they called him.

Questions got fewer for Nico. He didn't notice right away, but then a feeling of unease creeped in. Strategies that disregarded him, meetings he was never invited to, and then an entire part of his car's programming that was never implemented. They forgot him, slowly but surely, one after the other, until Nico himself questioned who and what he was.

The knuckle cracking was something Lando should stop, as was the lip biting, but he could not. Every race result crawled under his skin, bit at his inners. The self-doubt was hot and searing. He wanted to scream and cry. Never the finish he wanted, the one he needed. He wanted to rip out his hair. Not good enough, never on the level of his rivals. He would land in oblivion, as so many before him did.

A smirk had found its permanent place on Pierre's face. A contract signed, a seat secured, nothing to stop him. No one would or could stop him. His career would rise, he would have a legacy. Arrogance may drip off of him, but who could deny his qualities. His time would come, it was already long here in his mind. He was better than the rest of them. There was nothing that counted apart from that.

It weighted heavy. Regret followed Sergio everywhere. It stood at every corner he took. Opportunities missed, challenges failed and his dreams slipping through his fingers. Should he have done things differently, could he have? It strangled him.

It was unimaginable in Carlos' mind. They left him behind, to fend for himself. Without warning or help. They would regret it, he would make sure of it. Revenge may taste bitter in the end, but it flooded him hot and painful. He wanted to rip them to shreds, and he would do it. No matter what happened to him.

There was nothing Lance could not and would not ask for. Who would deny him something? His seat was secure until he decided that he was finished. There was no one better than him for it anyways. He thought some narcissism was good on occasion, and when that occasion became his day to day, why should he care? It was not his problem.

Life has uncountable facets. Valtteri, after years of focused dedication, became lost in them. There was not one thing he did more than another, it was one after the other, always something new. It excited him, as it distracted him. A life without a core will become void.

Sleep did not come easy to Lewis and the more stressed he was the worse it got. He followed his passions, in racing and other pursuits. He himself, however, stood to the sidelines. His health was important, but he could work with less sleep, there was so much to do. With time, the edges of his view became blurry and dark spots found their way into his vision, but there was more to be done.

Zhou didn't feel real, he had not for a long time. It was as if people saw through him, as if they reached through him, not remembering he was corporal. They called out for him when he stood right next to them, as though they could not see him. He had felt invisible in his childhood. He had felt invisible through his career. Now it was tangible, felt deep within him, the all encircling non-existence.

It was permanent for Esteban, something that had been there since before had sat in a kart. Some didn't like him, some did, but no one ever wanted what was best for him. They wanted him to stumble and fall. His distrust of the world around was no problem for him, he may be alone, but who needed people. He did not. They would only betray him anyway. That's what he told himself again and again as he drove them away.

Fernando watched himself as he rose to highs and fell to lows. Always from the outside, he could not remember the last time he had controlled his own actions. They came to him, they possessed him, and he let them reign. He did not recall how to perform these simple actions alone. There came times he became thankful for the mindlessness, the fact he did not need to steer any longer.

There was nothing left for Max. His goals had been achieved. He had done what he sat out in life to do. There were other pursuits open to him, but non tasted as sweet as the one he had already embarked on. He had resigned some time ago and was simply waiting for other people to notice. He was finished with it all.

Alex was being crushed under the weight on his shoulder, slowly but surely. Expectations for him were high, and his performance not so much. He could not sleep, could not eat, stress was clinging to every fiber of his being. He considered, while waiting for lights out, if being crushed was not the better solution.

There was rage within Yuki. It had come out in the car at the beginning, but it became more and more tangible outside of it too. People noticed, he noticed. Everything around him tinted red. Anger never left him again. There was no stopping the insults, or, at last, his fists.

George was simply better. His talents did not only lay on track, but in racing he had made it far, hard work and sacrifices paying off. He could maneuver the car, could use chances, and if someone else bottled his race that was by no fault of his own. There were non better than him and he would show it. Why should he learn new things or get better, when his work was already superior.

A silent child, that's how his mother described Oscar. He was never one for screaming or crying, complaining or expressing joy. His expressions changed, his face was stoic, or he smiled, or rolled his eyes, but his mouth stayed shut. He saw little need to express himself with words. With time, he forgot how to do so, little by little.

It had gripped Charles's tight and never let him go. The pressure was unbearable, it ripped at him, crushed him mind and body. There as a constant nausea, fear of failure, fear of disappointment. He loved it all, more than himself, and this sport would eat him alive.

All of them were haunted.

Logan was packed by paranoia.

Kevin went crazy.

Daniel was a broken man.

Nico was forgotten.

Lando drowned in self-doubt.

Pierre was arrogant.

Sergio felt regret.

Carlos was consumed by revenge.

Lance was a narcissistic.

Valtteri got lost.

Lewis did not sleep.

Zhou turned invisible.

Esteban distrusted.

Fernando got possessed.

Max was resigned.

Alex was crushed by expectations.

Yuki felt rage.

George felt his superiority.

Oscar was silent.

Charles felt the pressure.

In the end, none of them could escape.

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[jayswritings13]

Multi: This is Halloween

Summary: Spending Halloween with them

Includes: DJ (Total Drama), Demetri (Cobra Kai), Raph (2012 TMNT), Eddy (Ed, Edd, n Eddy), Daphne, Fred, Velma, & Shaggy (Scooby Doo) & Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

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DJ (Total Drama) - Watching Scary movies

"Okay, tonight is your pick." You said, settling in next to DJ on the couch, wrapping the blanket around you, setting your head on DJ's shoulder. Friday night movies have been a long standing tradition, along with switching who picks the movies. It's a good system. Well, mostly.

"I choose this one." DJ said, pointing to your beloved copy of The Shining.

"Are you sure that you can handle it, DJ? I can still switch the movie to something else."

"Na-nah, I can han-handle this."

"DJ...." You eyed DJ, shifting your head off of his shoulder. "I mean it. We do not have to watch this. I know that you hate this shit."

"But you love it." DJ said, "And I want to make you happy."

"DJ......" You paused, "That's so sweet, but you hate scary movies. And I know that you love me, but I also love you. So, please don't put that movie on, hun. I know that you really don't want to."

"Oh, thank you!" DJ said, smiling brightly, as you switched the tv from The Shining to Hocus Pocus. "Thank you. I wasn't sure how I was going to follow through on that honestly."

"I know." You laughed, "But I appreciate the effort, DJ." You went back to originally spot, snuggled up against DJ. "I do, but I think this is better."

"You do..? Are you sure..?"

"Mmhhh." You nodded. "I'm sure. Now you better keep it quiet during the 'I put a Spell on you' scene." You glance his way, "Or, this is the last movie night we do." You added, causing DJ to chuckle a bit.

Demetri (Cobra Kai) - Decorating

"Up a little higher, to the left."

"Like this..?"

"Lower, lower, lower ...... Stop, that's it. Right there." Demetri said, as you pinned the sign to the wall.

"Next time, you're going up. You're taller." You huffed, standing next to him.

"This was your idea."

"Oh please, like you're not having a good time staring at my ass while I was up there." You added, cutting off any protest or excuse he could have had, "Now help me with these ghost outside."

"How much more is there left....?"

"Another box and a half, D." You said, handing him a plastic ghost.

"What's so special about Halloween, anyway?" Demetri huffed, following you outside, plastic ghost in hand.

"Don't you dare say that in front of me Demetri." You warned, pushing the plastic ghost into the ground. "Halloween is the best time of year. So, I can't help it if I go all out."

"All out?! You have more Halloween decorations than Spirit Halloween."

"Now, I know that you're just being mean. I don't have that much." You said, "But, I do appreciate the help. It takes me forever to put this stuff up every year. So, thank you for that D."

"With the amount the stuff, you owe me." Demetri huffed, sticking the second ghost alongside yours.

"I think that we can work something out." You grinned, "Who knows? Maybe I'll change your mind on Halloween...?"

"I'd like to see you try."

Daphne, Fred, Velma, & Shaggy (Scooby Doo) - Haunted House

"I thought that today was our day off."

"I don't think that we really ever get a day off, Shaggy." Fred said, following you closer towards the looming haunted house.

"Besides, this will be different." You said. "I just know it."

"Yeah, we're paying to go in!"

"Shaggy, we'll be fine." Velma said, "These people are paid minimum wage, so they'll probably put in minimum effort."

"I don't know about that...." Fred grumbled, watching two people run out screaming.

"C'mon guys, it'll be fun!" You said, "I never tag along on your adventures, so this is the one time that I can join."

"Of course this will be great. Right guys?" Daphne said, staring between the other three: Fred, Velma, and Shaggy. "Right guys?" She emphasized, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Right." They said in unison, as you grinned brightly.

"Oh! Thank you! I promise that you won't regret it." You said, pulling the others into a hug. "I heard that this is the best of the best in town."

"Which mean it'll be third best from what we've seen," Velma snickered to Fred, causing Daphne to elbow her. "Ow, hey!"

"What Velma means is...." Daphne said, "I'm sure that it's great."

"Yeah! Lead the way!" Fred boasted.

"You won't be the only one scared, Shag." You said, "I'll be too. Stick you me." You grabbed his hand, giving him a smile, as you all entered closer and closer to the entrance of the Haunted House.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Eddy (Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy) - Costume Contest

"What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm a mobster, duh."

"Huh, that would not have been my first guess." You said, causing the shortest Ed to groan.

"Then you have no taste," He paused, taking in your costume, "Clearly...."

"Ok, Clyde, take one guess at my costume, then." You challenge. "If dislike it so much, you must know what it is."

"Of course I know what it is! Give a guy a second, jeez!" Eddy rolled his eyes, taking a minute to look over your costume. "Uh.... a witch....?"

"Wow... you're bad at this." You snorted, "Guess I can consider the prize all mine, then."

"Please.... If I can't tell what you are, how are you gonna win!? It's gonna be me who takes home that prize money, sweetheart."

"Sure, Why don't you take that smug attitude and sh-Double D, wait!" You said, reaching out and grabbing his arm. "Just the person I wanted to see."

"Greetings (Y/N). Fantastic and accurate Aphrodite costume."

"Aw, well thank you Double D." You said, keeping your eyes on Eddy's fuming form.

"What?! Who is Aphro-Abhro whatever!?"

"Aphrodite, Eddy. Aphrodite is the greek goddess of love, beauty, and pleasure. We learned about her in History class."

"Thank you Double D." You said, letting your grip go on him, watching as he slinked forward into the crowd of other party goers in costumes.

"So, brainiac knows who you are? Big deal!" Eddy said, "There ain't no way that you're gonna beat me in this contest."

"Wanna bet?" You said, "Winner gets the Loser's Halloween Candy, the prize money, and gets to pick the loser's costume next year."

"Oh, you got a deal."

Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice) - Handing out Candy

"Remember the order, Beej. It's important."

"Of course, of course." Beetlejuice waved you off, grinning. "It's not my first Halloween, babes." He grabbed the candy bowl off the table. "Now, I got some suckers to see."

"Beej...."

"I said, to give suckers too! Calm down!" Beetlejuice yelled, quickly opening the door before you had time to respond. "Trick or treat?"

"Um..... don't we say that." You peaked over Beej's shoulder, finding a group of small children. A little girl in a fairy princess costume stepped up.

"Okay!" You said, stepping forward, grabbing some candy out of the bowl that Beetlejuice was holding, and dropping it in the little girl's bag. "Here you go. Happy Halloween!" You said, watching the little girl run down towards her mom on the street.

"What gives, babes? Don't trust me....?" He pleaded, big ol' dark eyes staring up at you.

"Beej... I think that we should play to your strengths.... Maybe I take all the kids under 12 and you handle the older kids with tame scares."

"Tame....? Ah, babes, there's nothing tame 'bout me."

"Beetlej-"

"Ah, not the B word, babes. Can't end the party before it started." Beetlejuice said, "I'll play by your dumb rules. But, if a 16 year comes up here, I will not be held back on my scares."

"Fine. You have a deal."

"You will not regret this babes."

"I hope not," You said, "But for now, stop eating the candy, B. That's for the trick or treaters!" You snatched a mini Twix out of his hand.

Raph (TMNT 2012) - Pumpkin Carving

"What is that supposed to be?"

"A face!" You grinned, turning your pumpkin so Raph could see. "Or well, it was supposed to be a face."

"Why are we doing this again?" Raph asked, "Because it seems like a waste of pumpkins."

"It's fun!"

"I'm covered in pumpkin guts. I wouldn't call that fun." Raph snarked, his slight frown growing into a smile at hearing your laugh.

"C'mon, try it. We'll put candles in them and put them out."

"Why?"

"Because it looks cool, Raph. And it'll look cool while we watch our movie later."

"Fine." Raph grinned, watching you continue on with carving out a face on the pumpkin. "Though, still sounds like a fire waiting to happen."

"Well, good thing that you guys already have a fire extinguisher from Donnie's many explosions, hhhmmm?"

"Yeah, yeah. Hand me the knife." Raph grumbled, taking the knife from your hand, and continuing onward to puncture the pumpkin. "Does it have to be a face..?"

"No, it can be anything really." You said, "First time...?"

"Well, between constantly training and saving the city, didn't think to add stabbing pumpkins to the list."

"Carving. We're carving pumpkins. Not stabbing them." You pushed your completed pumpkin towards him, showcasing the bat design carved in the front of the pumpkin.

"Same difference."

Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel) - Fall baking

"These are looking great, Pen." You said, placing another sheet of cookies on top of the stove to cool before icing them. "Secret recipe..?"

"Not really," Sir Pentious bashfully smiled, continuing to mix another bowl of cookie dough batter. "Jussst sssomething I learned down here."

"There's cooking classes in Hell...?" You laughed. "Sign me up!"

"Well, I- ah- I could teach you." Sir Pentious said, "I mean, I wouldn't sssay that I'm the bessst or anything. But I would enjoy the company and all. Only if you'd wa-"

"I'd love that Pen!" You said, cutting him off from any further rambling. "You're the best!"

"Of courssse. Anything...Ah!" Sir Pentious yelped, pulling back his hand from the hot pan he had just touched.

"Pen, do you need help? Are you okay?"

"I am fine," He said, wincing as felt you grab his burnt hand.

"You're gonna need some aloe. I'm gonna grab the first aid kit, Pen." You said, running back towards the entrance of the kitchen, and grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet.

"I can handle that, my dear. The resst of the cookiess ne-"

"And that can wait, Pen. Let me help you." You smiled, walking back over to him. "Here." You grabbed his hand, gently dabbing some aloe of his burn. "This will help."

"Thank you, my dear." You couldn't help but smile at the bright red flush on his face.

"Of course," You grinned, "Now be careful or you won't be teaching me anything."

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Crush

Stranger Things Masterlist

Summary: You thought it was a good idea to go to that Halloween party. After all, everyone was going. But when you start getting harassed and made fun of, you realize you don’t belong there. Until someone unexpected decides to step up for you, even if it means getting injured in the process. Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader Warning: Fluff, bullying, slight violence Word Count: 2536 Square filled: Accept Injury to Protect Someone for @hurtcomfort-bingo A/n: Okay so I was supposed to finish this and post it on Halloween, but like @deans-spinster-witch said, Halloween is not just a holiday, so here you go!! Don't forget to leave a feedback!! (Sorry for any mistake!)

At first it seemed like a good idea. 

It wasn't your kind of night, obviously, and usually you would have declined and ignored the invitation, stayed home and watched a good horror movie with your cat. But this year, you promised yourself. Everybody kept saying it, without effort, you would never get anything. You had to do something to get what you wanted.

So this year, it’ll be different.

And then, you received an invitation. It was strange, how it got to you. Almost everyone had received them at school, but you usually never received one. It was either Steve or his friends that had them and decided who to invite, leaving behind the nerds and people they didn’t particularly like. It was the party that could not be missed, so every invitation mattered like a winning lottery ticket. 

So how surprised were you when you found one in your favorite book at the school library. Now, you thought about it. Maybe someone forgot it in the book, or used it as a marker. But first of all, those invitations were worth a lot, so no one would ever risk leaving it behind or use it as a marker. And second, you picked up this book every day during lunch to read, and placed it in a particular spot on the shelf you only knew about. If someone else found it, it had to be a miracle or some sort. 

And there was also kind of your name on the invitation, so…

It had to be for you, right?

Since it was in none other than Steve Harrington's big, dreamy house, the annual Halloween party was always highly anticipated. And since it was your first time being invited, how could you say no, especially now that you wanted your year to be different?

Your costume was very simple, and although it was out of your comfort zone, you wanted to wear it. The skirt reached almost to your knees, so not too short. The collar wasn't low-cut, although the sleeves fell down your arms, baring your shoulders more than you would have liked, but it wasn't anything too significant. The maid outfit was cute, with the little apron and the bows here and there, you felt pretty. Beautiful.

Taking a deep breath, you made sure your hair still had those beautiful curls you took an hour to style before entering the house. The music was echoing outside, you started to hear it a street away and now that you were near the door, the booms of the song seemed to be ringing within your body and not from the house.

So, okay, you never went to that kind of party, but you knew the ethics to have. Don't knock, never arrive on time, even less early, and above all, have fun.

“You can do it, Y/n,” you cheered yourself up. A barely trembling hand rested on the cold doorknob. Then, you twist it to open the door. The music wafted from inside, along with the heat and a strong smell of alcohol, popcorn, and sweat hitting you in the face.

Not letting that slow you down, you took a step forward and entered the house.

-

The music wasn't that bad. There were drinks other than alcohol offered. Popcorn wasn't the only snack on the table. Most of the smokers were outside. Yeah, you were cheering yourself up about the party and finding excuses to stay.

Oh, and Steve was there. Obviously, since it was his house. But even if the party wasn’t at his place, he probably would have been there anyway. Steve wasn't someone who missed these kinds of parties. 

But, just thinking that maybe, surely, you would meet him caused your heart to beat frantically. Suddenly, you felt hot, and it wasn't the juice you'd been sipping for the past few hours that was going to help. The need for air won out, so you headed towards the back to get out of the house.

It wasn't that there was anything between you and Steve. It was probably all in your head, anyway. But since the signs were raining down around you, how could you not imagine that there was something?

There was how you kept falling on him, or rushing into him, how he had the reflex to reach out to catch you, and as he did so, his perfect scent enveloped you. How he always sat in front of you in class and almost every time, turned to ask you something. One day, it was a pencil. Then, what day it was. Or to make a pretty bad joke that you laughed at anyway. How he would wink at you then, run a hand through his perfect hair to straighten it, and turn around to listen to the class. When he had to pass the papers back, he always took the trouble to get up and distribute them to everyone. And for you, he always said “Here you go, my sweet Y/n.”

It was probably stupid and selfish, but you had a big crush on him since forever and liked to imagine he did all of that because he liked you too.

Your head in the clouds full of Steve, you weren't looking where you were heading. Now outside, you were looking up at the starry sky while walking, completely lost in your thoughts when you hit something solid.

Of course, it woke you up completely like you just received a cold shower. Unfortunately, too late to realize that you were still holding your drink, the cup full of juice becoming the first impact with the obstacle, which poured all the liquid out and splashed it on...

“Oh come on, fuck! Can’t watch where you’re going, freak?!”

Tommy Hagan himself. Steve's best friend and the guy you avoided as much as possible in school, even going so far as to change hallways when you saw him in the distance with Carol. And as if by magic, disguised as a cat - “disguised” being a very big word, her body was barely covered in fabric, if you didn't count the ears on her head-, she appeared behind him.

“I’m so so so sorry,” you hastened to say, hoping deep down that maybe, somewhere in them, there was an ounce of kindness. Turning your head from left to right, you looked around for a cloth, anything to clean the dark stain spreading across Tommy's white shirt. But of course there was nothing.

“Can’t look where you’re going?” Carol jumped in, her voice loud for everyone to hear. Feeling dozens of pairs of eyes on you, your whole body felt like getting on fire. You hated this kind of attention.

“Hey, I said sorry, okay?” Not knowing what to do to make things right and feeling the nervousness building to a critical level within you, you started backing away.

“You should be sorry for being there. Why are you even here? Who the fuck invited the teacher’s pet?” Carol added, a hand placed on her hip. Behind her, you could hear some people agreeing with her words.

Your heart sank.

Obviously, because you were the best in your class, people saw you as the teacher's pet. However, Steve too, was one of the best in several classes. And no one made that kind of comment to him.

“No one wants you here, loser!” Someone shouted somewhere. Each word felt like a stab in the back. Arching more and more forward, you wanted to hide. Hide in yourself. Disappear. 

“You ruin everything you touch, clearly.” Now right in front of you, Carol was looking down on you. By wanting to disappear, you made yourself very small, so much she seemed giant in front of you. “And what are you supposed to be, a maid? Go clean this, then.”

Everything happened quickly.

The cup Carol was holding, this one containing not juice but something worse, beer, flew in your direction. All its contents left the plastic and ended up on you. On your costume. The smell rose to your nose with nausea and tears burning your eyes. But that wasn't the worst. No, the worst part was the laughter that accompanied her gesture. Tommy walked right into your personal space, so close that you could smell the perfume he put on in a far too much quantity.

“You’re insufferable.”

A blink of the eyes. Tears ran down your cheeks. A second blink, and you were about to turn around and run away when heat pressed against your back, trapping you between Tommy and the exit.

“What the fuck is going on?”

You recognized the voice immediately. Shame overwhelmed you once again, and you opened your mouth to apologize, to say that you were planning to leave immediately, but when you turned your head to look behind you, it was to see that Steve's attention was completely on Tommy.

“What do you mean?” Tommy stepped back, both arms outstretched. “I’m just telling the truth. No one wants her here. I don’t even think half the people here know who she is.”

More stabs in the back. He was right. Of course. You didn’t have your place here. Suddenly, you missed your cat at home. 

“Are you okay, Y/n?”

Not expecting the voice to get so soft and to be directed to you, you didn’t answer immediately. Instead, you kept your head down and looked at the ground. When the heat left your back and the black shoes entered your sight, you finally lifted your head, more tears falling down your cheeks as you met Steve’s eyes.

God. He was so close. So handsome. And he just asked you if you were okay. You were frozen for a moment, not able to move a single muscle. Completely in the trance of his gaze. The thumps of your heart were so loud, ringing in your ears and pushing against your rib cage.

“Alright, everyone! Mr. Loverman here has a little crush for the nerd!” Tommy shouted for everyone to hear, but most of the people were back to minding their own business. Steve had that power, after all. It was his house, his party. His rules.

“I’m gonna ask you to leave,” he said, barely acknowledging what Tommy just said.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know you wanted her that bad, huh?” Tommy added, getting dangerously too close to Steve.

“Guys, please, it’s fine, I’ll just leave,” you muttered, not liking where this was going.

“No. Y/n, you are welcome here. Tommy, Carol, not so much.” Sticking out a finger, Steve pressed it against his friend’s torso. Well, you guessed there weren’t really friends anymore? The way they looked at each other, clearly, something was off. “Leave.”

“And what if we don’t?” Tommy stepped forward, not impressed at all by Steve.

“Alright then,” Steve shrugged and turned around to leave. You met his gaze for half a second, but it was half a second too long. The moment Steve saw you were still crying, something changed. His whole facial expression switched like he was finally removing his mask. And then, he was spinning around, his fist clenched tight, and punched Tommy right in the chin.

You really weren’t expecting a fight tonight. Especially not a fight because of you. You already hated being in the middle of the attention, even more being the cause of a fight at a party. Already, people were circling as Steve and Tommy were fighting while all you could do was stand back and watch, both hands on your mouth as more tears ran down your cheeks.

Some tried to pull them apart while most of the spectators were cheering. While the fight didn’t last very long, it felt like forever until finally, two people were able to drag Tommy away from a very bruised Steve laying on the ground. Once Tommy was properly kicked out of Steve’s property, followed by Carol, the crowd dissipated and you immediately rushed to Steve.

Sitting up, he had a bloody nose and one of his eyes was already starting to swollen. You kneeled next to him as he was wiping his nose and spitting blood on the other side.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You checked his face, his injuries, and cursed yourself for not having anything to press against his face, like ice, or just a cold cloth. “I’m so sorry,” you immediately apologized. Somewhere behind you, a hand gave you what you wanted, a wet cloth that you took and softly pressed against his split lip and nose. Steve winced.

“Don’t be sorry,” he muttered and sighed. “Tommy went too far.” 

“B-But,” you stammered, panic still strong in your body. Your whole body was shaking, you didn’t know if it was because of how cold you were since you were soaked in beer, or because of all the anxiety.

Like he was feeling your worry, Steve's hand landed softly on your wrist. Immediately, your shaking stopped as the warmth spread all around you. 

“I was happy to see you decided to come,” he finally admitted. Your eyes were big as you didn’t think something like that would come out of Steve’s mouth. 

“But it got you injured…” You couldn’t help a sob to break your voice and felt even guiltier when you noticed Steve's reaction. His eyes filled with a sadness you never wanted to see in his beautiful eyes.

“If it meant protecting you, then I would do it again.”

That had to be a dream. Why was an injured, beaten up Steve, so sweet to you? It was almost like he…

No. He couldn’t… Have a crush on you, right?

Your heart was still beating frantically, but this time, it wasn’t a bad thing. The organ in your chest was hoping, expecting, praying for this moment to be true.

“The invitation to this party,” you started, unsure if saying what you wanted to say would ruin the moment. Yes, you were still outside. Yes, there were people around, even though most of them were completely unaware of what was happening or interested. But you didn’t mind them. Not when your world seemed to turn inside out, your whole insides feeling like a merry go round never stopping. “It appeared in my favorite book in the library. Isn’t that weird, it was like someone knew I read it everyday during lunch.”

A smile so beautiful stretched his lips. Even if it was split, Steve didn’t seem to mind the pain in doing so. “Yeah. How weird? How could someone know you loved The Hobbit so much?”

This time, the smile reached your face.

“How did you know it was The Hobbit?”

A wink from his non injured eye. “Let’s go talk inside, you’re freezing.”

Even if he was the one injured, Steve helped you get up and led you inside. No one made another comment against you or him, people even got out of the way to let you two walk in. Even if he lost the fight against Tommy, Steve was still the king.

And you had a crush on him. He had a crush on you. How cool was that?

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What would each of the Foam bachelors/ettes cast would dress as for Halloween?

oh my gosh this is such a fun request!! I did my best with what we’ve had so far! I haven’t made it to Fall just yet in my game so I hope you enjoy!

Adeline: She is ether super last minute to the point where she has to have a basic (but still cute!) costume of like- black cat. You know where you get the kitty ear headband and dollar store tail and draw on whiskers. Simple and cute! Or- she has meticulously planned and designed an entire group outfit and they are so fashionable it’s almost insane.

Balor: His first year in town? He probably didn’t do anything special. But I can see him doing something simple at first. But slowly getting more confident as his time in the town grows. I think he’d go as a couple different things. A pirate (always a slut for the slutty pirate shirt), his d&d character, or himself but say he’s a rouge.

Eiland: Indiana Jones. I’m sorry, I know cliche but he would fuck that shit up so good. He would also use it as an excuse to talk about the museum or his findings with all the ancient stuff. Or, or hear me out- dragon. He’d totally try and go for a dragon look.

Celine: I think she’d be roped into a group costume with ether Adeline, or her family. Not by force!! I think she’d be happy to do matching and be part of a set. But if she had to go solo? I know Sailor Moon and She-ra doesn’t exist here, but definitely something of that origin. Whatever Mistria’s version of a strong female lead. She’s go as that.

Hayden: Listen. He knows it’s cliche but he’s going as the farmer and letting Henrietta shine as the real star in whatever costume she wants. He is simply the means to show her off. Or, I could see him doing a matching costume- again with Henrietta. Anything for his girl.

Juniper: She’d be the type to ether go all out, or just say fuck it and not do anything. If she’s going all out, she’s decked out as a full blown witch, Dozy is her companion dressed up like a werewolf or vampire. She probably does a haunted bathhouse.

March: If they can convince him to do a costume, he’d go all in. He has to be the best at everything- including his costume. He’d probably go as something classic like a zombie, or a horror movie guy but go all out. I don’t think he’d do anything super scary though, he’d hate to scare the littles.

Orlic: (I know he’s not a bachelor but he should be. He’s so stupid and I wanna kiss him about it.) He’s going as a rock. :3

Ryis: This one’s tough, i’m not sure what he’d go as. If I had to pick something I think he’d be a fairytale prince. Something about his soft, caring demeanor screams ‘woodland animals want to sit on his shoulders. Women would do wild shit to be with him.’ vibes.

Valen: I think she’d dress up as something simple. She strikes me as the type of lady who would prefer passing out candy to dressing up honestly. So I can see just putting on a witch hat, or a pair of ears. She’d also definitely tell the kids “remember to bruh your teeth and eat extra veggies tonight!” because of all the candy.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed!! This was so much fun to think about! And as always-

Requests are open!! Send in your ideas today!! :3

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Teacher Things | Hazel Callahan

parings: Teacher! Hazel Callahan × Teacher! Reader, Summary: It's Halloween in Rockbridge elementary and Hazel decides it's a good idea to play secret admirer with one of the teachers. a/n: hi! I'm in love with this story. I decided to mix something that I've been thinking of doing for a while Abbott Elementary X bottoms. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did writing it! Also the bold letters mean that they are doing a private interview! warnings: English isn't my main language so excuse any mistake! Not proof read.

The bell rang loudly filling the halls mixing with the loud voices of the kids that were heading towards their classrooms. The teachers patiently waited outside the door greeting every single kid that entered. The hallways where different from their day to day. Miss L/n had stayed all night up decorating the halls to make them spooky for halloween.

"Hi! I'm principal PJ. I still don't know how I ended up ruling this school but might I say I love it here. I’m the literal queen of this school, everyone does what I say, it’s like I direct them or something. There’s a lot of perks of working at Rockbridge elementary,  Hot teachers, smart kids and the paycheck. Being a principal is the best, so I welcome you to my lovely kingdom. But enough about me, let’s talk about my untalented and ugly staff so you guys can see what I have to work with everyday. Look, there we have one of our annoying second grade teachers, Y/n. I'll leave you guys to it and let me say if you need more beauty shots, I'll be in my office" PJ said while tilting her crown down sending a kiss towards the camera. She turns to the left and the camera slowly follows her walking towards one of the students eating a lollipop. PJ quickly takes it out of her hand and eats it herself. She walks away leaving the kindergartener alone crying in the halls. 

"Hello!! I'm Y/n L/n. But around here everyone calls me Miss L/n. I've been teaching second grade here for about four years now and honestly it's a blast. I love the kids, I love the school, I love my coworkers, I love the classes, I love my mood ...Sorry l am rambling but in my defense it's one of the best holidays of the year. Halloween!  and this year is different because we got the opportunity to dress up this year. They also let me put the whole school in halloween decor. All the kids are so excited to wear their little costumes and eat candies. That’s why I had to step up my game. Guess what I am? No? Okay. Well I’m a bumblebee cause people say I’m sweet like honey and sometimes that is cloying, but that’s nobody's buzzness. Did you get the joke? Did you understand?  Because I am dressed as a bee? I know you got it, I see that smile on your lips, cameraman. Anyway, let me just get to the point, I teach second grade and around here we all love to have fun. Do you want a Frankenstein cupcake? I made them myself" She said with a huge grin stretching out her hand with a cupcake toward the cameramen while the kids in the background made cute cupcakes. Her face was covered in frosting and her costume was covered in glitter. 

Hazel Callahan, giggled as she excitedly greeted her first graders, exclaiming proudly “may the force be with you” as they entered the classroom, her Anakin Skywalker costume intact. She watched as her little students entered the classroom all giggly while holding onto buckets filled with candies she had personally requested them to bring so they could exchange with their classmates. When the last student entered, her eyes trailed towards the end of the hall where she could see Y/n L/n handing her kids a lollipop while they entered. Hazel stared at her in aw, as she did a dance battle with one of the kids that was dressed as a hip hop dancer. Y/n stinger got caught on the door making her fall back as all the kids from her class ran up to her to help her up. She shook them off by saving countless thank you’s. Y/n threw her head back laughing at her kids following the action as Hazel stayed in her place being starstruck by her beauty. She waited a few seconds to catch her eye and waved at her with a soft smile which Y/n happily returned. Being lost by the sudden interaction Hazel couldn’t feel the small child tugging on the bottom of her robes trying to get her attention. 

“Miss Hazel! You are staring at Miss L/n again” The child exclaimed quite loudly making Hazel jump up and panicked. She quickly crouched down to be at the same level as the kid. 

“Alex, what did we say about yelling?” Hazel said softly, trying to push back her flushed face. Alex looked down towards his shoes shaking his head. 

“That we shouldn’t do it. I’m sorry Miss Hazel. I was trying to get your attention because I needed to tell you something but you were looking at Miss L/n. I heard that in their class they are making cupcakes today. What are we going to do? It’s Halloween we should do something fun” Alex said, raising his head and grinning excitedly towards Hazel. Hazel mirrored her expression. 

“Well, I talked to Principal PJ as she said we could blow bombs outside. So after we exchange candies right after recess we can blow some things up” Hazel said resting her hands on his shoulder grinning. Alex quickly squealed in excitement jumping up and down. Hazel followed his actions moving side to side. “Wait, what did you need to tell me that was so urgent?” Hazel said quickly remembering what were his true intentions. 

“I actually don’t remember” Alex said, making a thinking face. 

"Miss Hazel!  Jeremy is kicking me again" a kid screamed from inside the classroom making Hazel quickly enter the room to detain the fiasco before it got worse. Jeremy was quite the fighter and she didn’t feel like cleaning up blood today. 

Hazel Callahan didn't expect to like being a teacher as much as she did but now after being a  teacher for about a year, she was starting to get the hang of things. She enjoyed the kids' presence, they made things actually fun for her and the best thing, aside from the kids, there was Y/n L/n. Having Y/n around made the teaching experience quite refreshing. She was around the same age as Hazel  but she had been teaching there for about four years just like her close friend and English teacher, Josie . Hazel had tried several times to get in their little group but it was quite hard for her to click with the teachers. It wasn’t that they were mean or anything, it was the fact that they didn’t take the rookie teacher seriously. Adding to the fact that Hazel wasn’t the best when getting social clues, for some people, it felt like they were talking to a child while they were talking to Hazel. 

“Miss Callahan, I wanted to inform you that the camera crew just got here today, so don't be surprised if they catch your fine ass. You look quite attractive with those robes." Principal PJ said, peeking her head through the door. Hazel turned around with a scared look on her face seeing PJ wiggle her eyebrows at her. Hazel’s hands dropped stopping the two kids that were originally fighting. 

"Excuse me?" Hazel asked, raising an eyebrow at PJ making her wink at Hazel. 

"I'm just playing but remember that they...Oh look they are here now! Here we have Miss Hazel Callahan. She teaches first grade and she's been working here for about a year, yet she can barely get a hold of her class but we are working on it. So enjoy your time with her. The hottest teacher in the school. Bye" She exclaimed while she left Hazel standing agape in the hallway with a camera crew filming straight at her. Hazel quickly took her glasses off, cleaning them on her robes nervously while the kids screamed as loud as they could in the back of the class, the kids once again starting their fight.

“First of all, I'm not the hottest teacher here, I'll leave that to Brittany and second of all I have perfect control of my kids. Didn’t you guys catch on camera me stopping the fight? " Hazel exclaimed defensively while putting on her glasses and looking at the camera clearly stressed. Her hair was now messy pointing to several directions as her breath was unsteady. 

"Miss Hazel! Help me, Jeremy is still pulling my hair now" a kid yelled from the back of the class quickly gaining Hazel’s attention. She quickly ran towards the back of the class and the camera crew quickly behind her. Hazel tried pulling Jeremy off one of the other kids but he wouldn't move.

"Jeremiah, let go!" Hazel said while falling desperately to get his attention. 

"I'm not letting go Haze! She bit me with her stupid vampire teeth" Jeremiah yelled still not letting go of his grip becoming stronger. 

"First, I told you even though you are stronger than me to call me Miss Hazel. Second of all, we said no bad words in the classroom and that included the word stupid.  Now let's just try to be in a loving mood, it's Halloween, don't you guys want to be in a loving mood?!" Hazel asked desperately, trying to convince the kids to let go of each other. All the kids around them were unphased by the interaction, exchanging candies while the fiasco unfolds.

"NO!" Both of the kids exclaim pushing Hazel down towards the floor. She closed her eyes in pain waiting for a few seconds for the floor to eat her alive. She let out a sigh, dragging herself to one of the classroom doors praying that someone, beside PJ or Y/n, would help her out. 

"How are you kids so strong?! Sylvie!  Sylvie please, please help me. Sylvie I know you can see me" Hazel exclaimed as she gripped on the side of the door from the floor. She reached forward holding her leg desperately not wanting her to move. Sylvie stopped dead in her tracks staring down at Hazel with pity. Her eyes were nearly covered in tears as she begged her to come and help. Sylvie looked towards the break room as she turned her back from it, taking a step into the classroom but not before quickly rolling her eyes at Hazel. Instantly the kids stopped fighting while the ones that were exchanging candies  sat down hiding their sweets.

"How?" Hazel mouthed to the camera while watching the kids stay like statues with Sylvie.

"I'm Sylvie. Please do not associate me with the principal or I will call the authorities against you. If it were my decision, I would have been principal and I would have said no to this little filming festival you have going around here. But since l am not principal, I have to answer your dumb questions.  I am the other second grade teacher here at Rockbridge elementary. The only person I don't get annoyed at in this school is possibly Hazel. She isn't the worst teacher in the world but she isn't the greatest. Kids here can be little shits but I have them under control. Hazel on the other hand doesn't. She lacks control and I truly believe she's one of the kids." Sylvie said to the camera while moving to the side to let into view a giggling Hazel Callahan exchanging her candies  with her students excitedly.

Meanwhile, Josie  and Annie walked together to the break lounge ready to eat their lunch and enjoy their break. Both of them worked on the second floor with the middle school kids and they were exhausted.

"Good evening, I'm Josie and I teach seventh grade english. I've been in this school for four years and quite frankly still don't know why I've stayed so long."

Annie sat down taking her food out of her neatly prepared lunch box while Josie took her mug to serve herself some coffee. Both of them took in the wonderful peace and quiet that surrounded the break lounge, something that it always lacked. But the peace and quiet was interrupted by the door slamming open and a visually alarmed Hazel  coming through, Sylvie following behind shortly after.

"I'm so done with those little pieces of sh.. You"  Hazel took a deep breath pointing at the cameramen. "Stop following me with those stupid cameras. You're making me seem like I'm a bad teacher” She said while her eyes twitched, making Josie hide a chuckle with a cough. She continued to drink her coffee attempting to calm herself.

"I don't think they're making you seem like a bad teacher, maybe you're just being one” Annie  responded while taking a bite of her sandwich making Josie  "cough" even louder.

"Annie.  I came to this school the same time Hazel Callahan did and it still surprises me that she is still here. There were fifty new teachers and surprisingly the only two left are Hazel Callahan  and me, I thought she was going to be the first one to leave, yet here she is, still struggling and still not getting the hang of it" Annie said to the camera while fixing the nonexistent wrinkles of her dress.

"Well, I have you know I am a great teacher! My students say it to me all the time when I get emotional. I bet you don’t even cry with your students. My students and I had a Halloween party, something that didn't even cross your mind to have today. We exchanged candies, had a dance party and watched movies. They love me. I love them. And all you did was bore you kids to death today, I suppose. What did you do? Make them read" Hazel responded angrily while looking at the peaceful Annie. 

"Actually, yes. We read about the history behind witches. Something you can actually do to learn since you come to school to learn not to party. But I guess you didn't get the memo since all you did was go to frat parties in college" She said taking another bite of her sandwich.

"Jokes on you I wasn't even in a frat. But I just know your kids wanted lollipops and by the way I gave my kids lollipops and none of them threw them at each other so I believe that's progress"Hazel said proudly while looking in the fridge giving her back to the teachers letting them see the back part of her robes covered in lollipops.

"Congrats! You are getting better, Callahan. I am really proud” Josie  applauded while placing her cup of coffee down.

“But I don't think you should get your kids hopes up with Halloween. You should show them the gory things that I showed mine today. Real, scary, halloween movies. When they’ll get older they will thank you for teaching them how to survive a psycho. ” Sylvie responded while sitting next to Annie.

"Aren't your kids seven?" Annie asked concerned, raising an eyebrow at Sylvie.

"And your point is, Anabelle?" Sylvie asked while taking a sip of her black coffee. 

“I already told you, my name isn't Annabelle, it's Annie" she said seriously while glaring at the woman.

"I will not stop spreading love in my classroom.I love Halloween and no one and I mean no one  loves 

Halloween more than me" Hazel exclaimed sitting down with her arms crossed. 

"Hellooo fellow teachers!" Y/n exclaimed throwing flower petals in the air while entering the break room. 

"I highly doubt it" Josie responded while looking at her best friend, dressed up in her vibrant yellow costume. She was holding onto a basket filled with sweets while her wings neatly placed on her back. Her hair wasn't styled as usual, instead it was pulled back in two braids with her antennas.

"Happy Halloween to you, and you, and you" She said, handing a beautifully devoted Halloween box to each of her coworkers.

Annie smiled softly, Josie whispered a thanks and Sylvie rolled her eyes, but deep down she loved it. Y/n headed towards Hazel giving her a bigger box than the rest. Hazel blushed hard, taking in the gift in her hand while Y/n placed down her things. 

"Thank you, Y/n. I appreciate it a lot" She said smiling softly but her smile got wider when she sat next to her.

"You're welcome Hazel! By the way, I love your wizard robes. A lot of my students dressed the same. It looks cute" she said, playing with the ends of Hazel’s robes. 

“Actually, Y/n. Hazel’s dressed as An...” Sylvie started but quickly got cut off by Hazel slamming her hand against the table. 

"Thank you, Y/n! I was trying really hard for that wizard look. I really like your bee costume. I know everyone was buzzing about it” She said excitedly while trying to hide her  blush. Y/n threw her head laughing hitting Hazel’s shoulder softly making Hazel blush more if it even was possible.  

"Thank you! I wanted to go all out today, I heard that the party was going to be the bomb.” Y/n said winking towards Hazel which made her grin excitedly. 

“You know about that?” Hazel asked confusedly, while taking her food out of her bag. 

“Yeah! My kids were telling me about some big plan you have after recess. I was so excited for the afternoon party I forgot to bring lunch" She smiled at her while opening a water bottle and looking down at her notes to fix anything that was incorrect for the party the school was throwing later today.

"Here, have my sandwich" Hazel exclaimed quickly, planting the sandwich next to her. She looked up from her paper shaking her head.

“Don't worry about it Hazel. You should eat, I can wait until later.” She responded by trying to hand it back at her but she shook her head.

"Have it, I'm not even hungry" Hazel said smiling softly while shrugging trying not to worry her.

"Thank you Hazel! I owe you one" Y/n said, taking a bite while Josie  looked at the camera suspiciously while drinking her coffee.

"What? I'm not hungry. My stomach is filled with brownies, candies and cupcakes. Plus the cupcake I had this morning, if Y/n’s hungry I wouldn't mind giving her my food!! Or anyone not necessarily her, I give my food to everyone that wants it, look. Here have this kiwi" Hazel exclaimed while taking out the kiwi she was previously eating and handing it in to a kid that was passing by. The kid stared at Hazel weirdly before continuing walking.

"So,what are you guys doing tonight? Anything special planned in this spooky evening" Hazel asked, trying to change the subject while they all peacefully ate. Everyone stayed quiet but Hazel anxiously taped her finger on the round table making Annie groan and speak up.

"Well, since you're being nosy, my boyfriend rented out a movie theater to watch movies tonight” Annie responded, closing her book. Y/n squealed, turning to her with a smile. "It was so romantic. What did you get?" Annie asked, directing herself to Y/n, but she simply shrugged.

“The kids gave me some beautifully made cupcakes, those that count?" She asked sitting next to her, Sylvie laughed making the two girls stare at her.

“It's sad that you want that to count," She said, taking another sip of her coffee.

“Don't listen to Sylvie, she's just jealous the kids didn't give her anything because they are scared of her” Annie said, rolling her eyes as Y/n fixed her posture awkwardly. 

"My kids love me, they know my second grade class is the superior one and they did get me sweets. I just don't like them" Sylvie responded, getting a bag of candy and throwing it on the table leaving Annie in shock.

"Well, maybe you'll get something later, the night is still young" Hazel said suspiciously while looking at the camera with a smirk. As if it were by cue a delivery man opens the door holding a big strawberry bouquet.

“Delivery for Y/n L/n” the delivery man said while reading the card. Y/n excitedly got up taking it in her hands and placing it down on the table picking the card to see from who it was. She quickly smiled at the delivery man saying thanks before he left. All the teachers looked at the bouquet waiting for her to say who it was from.

"From who is it?" Hazel  asked while standing next to her with a huge grin on her face.

"It says spooky berries  from a secret admirer, " she said, picky a strawberry eating it.

Josie, Annie and Sylvie stood outside in the hallways with the camera crew Filming them.

"It was Hazel" the trio said at the same time while rolling their eyes.

"This is beautiful! The person that got me this has to know me really well, I love chocolate covered strawberries. They are literally the best thing to ever exist on this planet"

" You see! I know her well!! I got her that gift and went all out! I'm proud of my hard work and the smile on her face is to die for. So ha! I win Halloween" Hazel exclaimed happily at the camera while grinning.

"Breaks over, I need my teachers in their classrooms so they can take the kids to that dumb party Y/n’s making" PJ said entering the lounge and getting herself some coffee.

"Nothing you can do will ruin my mood today PJ. So I will take that as a compliment" She responded, taking a picture of the strawberries.

"You got yourself that gift? That's sad, even for you L/n" PJ responded while taking a sip of the drink.

"Actually, it was a secret admirer" she responded, not even looking at her.

"Hazel, it was Hazel" PJ said, looking at the camera in the hallway while taking a bite of a strawberry she had taken from Y/n's gift.

"Also how are you guys enjoying the reality show we have going on here?" PJ asked, winking at the camera.

"I feel watched and stalked" Sylvie responded seriously.

"I didn't ask you. Hazel?" PJ turned her head towards Hazel who started to pick up her things so she could head back to her classroom. 

"This isn't a reality show PJ. it's a documentary for schools with poor funding so I don't think we should be proud of that” She said while standing up and putting her tote bag on her shoulder. 

"You know what I'm not proud of, the fact I haven't received my Valentine's Day gift yet" PJ said only for her to hear. Hazel shivers while looking at her with the same expression as before. "Now everyone chop chop. We don't have all day" she continued while applauding obnoxiously.

Everyone started leaving the teachers lounge leaving Hazel to herself to open the box Y/n had given her, she slowly opened the box and opened her eyes wide when she saw the gift.

"Oh, I've known about Hazels' crush ever since she started working here. But I love seeing the reactions she does when she thinks I don't know a thing about the little gestures she does for me. That's why I decided that I should give something back" Y/n said smiling to the camera holding the gift she had received from her. In the background you could see Hazel dancing excitedly and when Y/n turned around to look at her, She froze waving at her trying to act cool which Y/n responded with a smile while quickly turning to her classroom.

Hazel looked at her kids jumping up and down at the party and she smiled. She looked at the camera men and then down at her hand.

"I'm going on a date today" She said screaming while joining her kids in a dance battle.

Josie looked at Hazel and then at her best friend from the other side of the school gym and smiled softly at her.

"You asked her out, didn't you?" Josie asked, looking at Y/n.

"Yes, I think she’s cute." She responded while looking at the dancing Hazel. Both of them looked at how Hazel huddled up with the kids with a box shaped thing in her hands. 

“Wait, is that a bomb?” 

[rainisawriter]

Made With Love – Shibaman (PSF #10)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, romance, slice of life

Prompt: Love of my Life (@flufftober) / Leaves dancing in the breeze (Fall Flash @slumberpartybingo)

Word Count: 5,249

Pairing: Reader x Shibaman

World: High&Low

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If someone had asked you a year ago if you believed in love or soulmates, you probably would have said no. It just wasn’t something that ever crossed your mind, mostly because you just didn’t have the time. Between dealing with Kuryu trying to destroy Sword, then Housen and Oya going at it… It kept you pretty busy. 

Things had been peaceful for several months now, though. Well, as peaceful as it could get at a place like Oya. There were still daily fights and arguments, but nothing that couldn’t be easily solved with a few punches.

With nothing else to worry about, you spent a lot of time with Tsuji, making fun of people’s poor fashion choices in magazines, and with Shibaman, listening to his favorite artists and talking about music in general.

If someone asked you to pinpoint when exactly it happened, you wouldn’t be able to answer because you simply didn’t know. You don’t know when you fell in love with Shibaman, you just knew that you had fallen hard. If you were being honest, it took you a long time to even realize it.

You started to feel nervous around him, worrying about how you acted or the things you said. You were afraid he would look at you differently. There were also the physical effects he had on you. Every time his eyes met yours, your heart would race. Hearing his voice never failed to make you feel calm and happy. His touch set butterflies free in your gut and when he spoke your name, you felt like you were melting.

You thought you were sick or maybe even allergic to him. It was so foreign to you that it was jarring, so you started to avoid him. He didn’t like this, of course, so he confronted you about it. You had no idea how to explain what you were feeling, at least not until Tsuji intervened.

He had noticed the change between the two of you – and he wasn’t the only one, either. To your surprise, Shibaman had been experiencing the exact same feelings. He loved you, too, so you started dating to test the waters. It was awkward as hell at first. It felt as if something had changed between you and you hated it.

It took a while, but you finally figured out that things didn’t need to change simply because you were a couple now. It took time, but the two of you soon fell back into the familiar groove you had sat in throughout your friendship and it was amazing.

Shibaman was the love of your life, you realized. All you wanted was to be near him and for him to be happy. You would do anything to make him feel loved, to make him realize how special he was to you. 

With his birthday and Halloween coming up soon, you wanted to do something special because, this year, the two of you were more than just friends. It took you a while to figure out what you wanted to do and you weren’t even sure it was a good idea. You couldn’t stop thinking about it, though, so you knew you had to at least try.

You could only hope your efforts wouldn’t be wasted and that he wouldn’t hate it.

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“Ready to go?” Shibaman leaned toward you from where he sat on the couch, a smile on his lips.

You offered him an apologetic smile. “I actually have plans today…”

The two men exchanged a surprised look before Tsuji questioned, “Don’t tell me you’re cheating on us.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you stood up. “No, never. I do need to get going, though.”

“Where are you going?” Shibaman stood up, reaching for your hand. “I’ll go with you.”

“No, you can’t!” You replied quickly, making his brow furrow. You mentally cursed yourself, scrambling for a believable excuse. “My cousin is coming into town today. I… haven’t seen her in a long time and she’s not really a fan of guys, so…” You mentally cursed again for choosing such a terrible lie.

Whether he believed it or not, he didn’t question it. “Be safe. If you need me, call me.”

“I will, I promise.” You cupped his cheek, pulling him down into a soft kiss that stole his breath away. “I’ll see you later.” You smiled at the two before rushing out of the room, unaware of the worried look the two exchanged.

It took a while for you to reach Housen, mostly because you were paranoid that the boys were following you so you took the road less traveled. The students looked at you strangely when you entered the school, but they knew who you were and had no desire to fight you. Housen and Oya had long since squashed their beef.

“Excuse me,” you called out, tapping a boy on the shoulder. When he turned, you recognized him instantly. “Ah, Sawamura!”

His brow furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to see Yuken. Can you take me to him?”

“Yeah, sure,” he motioned for you to follow before starting down the hall. “What do you need to see him for?”

“Ah, well…” you rubbed the back of your neck, offering him a sheepish smile. “It’s a bit personal.”

He hummed, giving you a playful smile. “I hope you’re not going to confess. You know he’s dating Meg.”

You laughed at the thought. “I would never betray her like that. Besides, you know I’m dating Shibaman.”

“Oh, right. I forgot about that. Does he know you’re here?”

You frowned, lowering your gaze to the floor. You felt bad lying to him but you didn’t want to ruin the surprise. 

“That’s a no, then,” he replied softly, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you, Sawamura.”

He led you toward a classroom on the first floor, sitting at the back of the school. The Four Heavenly Kings, along with a bunch of seniors, were crowded around the room, watching two students try to take down Jinkawa. The keyword there being try.

“Wait here,” Sawamura told you before moving farther into the room. Yuken was sitting at the back of the room with his girlfriend, the two watching something on his phone. Sawamura leaned down to tell him the situation, pointing over at you.

Yuken met your eyes and you smiled politely, waving your hand at him. Meg leaned to the side to see around the large boys standing between the two of you, a grin on her lips as she waved at you.

You waved back before forming a heart with your hearts. She pretended to catch it, holding it against her chest before both of you started laughing. Yuken shook his head, pressing a kiss to her cheek before standing up and approaching you.

“What can I do for you?” he inquired, a charming smile on his lips.

You glanced at the group of men gathered in the center of the room. Most of them were focused on the fight, but a few were sending you curious looks. “Can we talk somewhere more… private?”

He quirked a brow, glancing at the other boys before nodding. “Sure. Follow me.”

You followed him outside, taking a deep breath of the cool autumn air. “I need your help.”

“My help? Shouldn’t you be asking Oya?”

“This isn’t a problem they can help with,” you frowned, glancing around to ensure you were alone. “Is it true that you know how to crochet?”

Yuken scowled, a hand on his hip. “I told Meg not to tell anyone that.” 

“So, it’s true then?” You gave him a hopeful look and he nodded. “Please teach me!”

He hummed curiously, folding his arms over his chest. “I expect diligence. No slacking off and no excuses.”

“I understand. I promise to be a good student!”

Yuken considered this for a moment before nodding. “Alright. Give me your number so I can text you when I get everything set up.”

“Thank you so much,” you grinned.

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For the next two months, you visited Yuken every few days to learn how to crochet and begin working on the sweater you wanted to make for Shibaman. You chose the softest yarn you could find, using black as the base color. It took a while for you to decide between cats and pumpkins, but you finally chose both.

In the center of the sweater would be a jack-o-lantern with a cat leaning the upper half of its body on top of it. You also planned to add a witch’s hat. You could clearly see the design in your head, but it was much harder to bring to life than you had anticipated.

“Damn it,” you cursed, scowling down at the design before you. The jack-o-lantern was misshapen despite having redone it about twenty times. If you couldn’t even get a pumpkin right, how in the hell were you going to get the cat done? You were getting frustrated, especially since his birthday was quickly approaching.

“Don’t get frustrated,” scolded Yuken, peering at you over his glasses. “It’ll only make the stitching look worse.”

“I know,” you muttered, taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You carefully undid the stitch before trying again, slower this time, but it still came out looking funky. “Ugh! Why is this so damn hard?!”

“I did warn you that this pattern wasn’t beginner-friendly,” he tutted, sitting back in his chair as he worked on a pair of mittens for his girlfriend. Unlike your creation, his was pristine and well crafted, clearly made by a professional.

“Maybe I should have hired you to make one instead of teach me,” you sighed, sliding down in your seat. 

“You’d regret it.”

“Huh?”

“You chose to learn how to crochet because you wanted to make something for the person you love, right?” He quirked a brow at you. “You wanted to craft something with your own hands, your own heart, to show him how much he means to you. That is the soul of crocheting – making things with love for the people you care about most. The feeling simply doesn’t transfer if someone else makes it.”

You frowned at the sweater in your hands, taking in his words. “You’re right, but… it looks god awful, he’s going to hate it. What was I thinking? Shibaman is into fashion and hip-hop, why the hell would he want a crocheted Halloween sweater? I’m so stupid!” You groaned, hanging your head.

Yuken scoffed, sending you an offended look. “If he’s not grateful for your hard work, then the problem lies with him, not you. Taking the time to crochet something for someone is the ultimate form of love and respect! And if he disrespects that, I’ll kick his ass myself!”

“You’re really passionate about this, huh…”

“Everyone needs something to be passionate about.”

“I thought that was fighting.”

He clicked his tongue. “Other than fighting. Come on, you need a break before you ruin the yarn.”

You set the sweater carefully in its box, closing the lid before following the male away from Housen and toward the local café to grab some lunch. The woman at the counter greeted him cheerfully, so you assumed he came here often.

Yuken sat down across from you, folding his hands on the table. “Tell me honestly, why did you choose to crochet a sweater for him? There are plenty of gift options that may be more… suited to his tastes.”

“Why?” You frowned at the table, scratching your cheek in thought. “As soon as I thought of the idea, it just felt… right, I guess. This is the first time we’re celebrating his birthday and Halloween as a couple, so I really want it to be special. I wanted to make him something myself because…”

“It feels more personal?” He guessed, quirking a brow.

“Yes.”

“The fact that you chose crochet over all other art forms tells me that you understand the craft at its base level. As long as you understand that, then no matter what you craft, no matter how imperfect it may be, it will be perfect in the eyes of the one receiving it.”

You didn’t feel entirely convinced. “Are you sure?”

“Trust me.”

“You’re the crochet expert, I guess.”

“Just… don’t go around telling people that, alright?”

“Sure, sure.”

While the two of you continued talking, Shibaman and Tsuji just so happened to be passing by. He wasn’t sure what possessed him to glance over, but his eyes fell on you immediately, widening in surprise. You had told him you were going to help your cousin get settled into her new apartment outside of Sword, yet there you were, sitting in a cafe with Housen’s Odajima.

Tsuji paused when he realized the taller male had stopped walking. He followed the male’s gaze, removing his glasses with a frown. “They are definitely not cousins.”

Shibaman frowned, feeling frustration and pain settle in his gut. Though he wasn’t fond of the idea of you meeting up with other schools, that isn’t what bothered him. Why had you lied to him about it? Why weren’t you honest with him?

Tsuji glanced at him, nudging his arm. “Don’t jump to conclusions. We should confront -”

“No,” Shibaman shook his head, beginning to walk away.

“No?” Tsuji quickly followed him, brow furrowed. “Don’t you want the truth?”

“Of course I do,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn’t want to demand answers from you, though. He wanted you to come clean on your own. “Don’t say anything about this.”

Tsuji had an idea of what his best friend was thinking, though he wasn’t entirely sure he agreed. “Fine, I won’t say anything,” he sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

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“Baby,” called Shibaman, slipping his hand into yours as he leaned closer to you. “Do you want to go see a movie?”

Tsuji glanced up from the magazine he was reading. “My uncle just recently started working at the theater. He can get us in for free.”

“Oh, uh…” you rubbed the back of your neck with a frown. “I’d like to, but…”

“You have to see your cousin,” guessed Shibaman, his jaw tensing as he turned his gaze toward the wall.

You could feel how tense his body was and you didn’t notice the way he tried to subtly shift away from you. Guilt pooled inside your gut. “I’m sorry…”

He nearly asked if you really were sorry, but he bit back the question, pulling his hand free as he stood up. “It’s fine.”

You weren’t dumb. You knew this man like the back of your hand and you knew it very much was not fine. He wasn’t the type to speak his mind, though, and preferred to bottle things up until he simply couldn’t any longer. It was obvious that he was getting fed up with your cousin and you constantly ditching them.

Tsuji stood up to follow but paused when you called out his name. He quirked a brow at you but you could tell his usual friendliness toward you was gone. He didn’t like it when his brother was upset.

You quickly shut the door in case Shibaman was still close by and you lowered your voice. “I know you’re mad at me -”

“That’s an understatement,” he scoffed, having to bite his tongue to stop from mentioning the cafe. 

You chewed on your lip, having an internal debate with yourself about whether or not to tell him. “If I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell Shibaman.”

“I can’t promise that.” He folded his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed from behind his colored glasses. “If you’re hiding something from him, he deserves to know.”

“And he will,” you promised him. “Just… I need a bit more time.”

“Time for what?”

You glanced at the door before leaning toward him. “I’m working on something for his birthday. It’s… taking longer than I thought it would. I didn’t want to lie but I want it to be a surprise.”

Tsuji felt surprised by this information. Why hadn’t he considered that you might be planning something? He felt a bit dumb for not thinking of it sooner, but he also felt a bit hurt that you hadn’t confided in him sooner. “You should have told me.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry…”

He sighed deeply, bringing his hand to his forehead. “I’ll see what I can do, but you better hurry up. He knows something’s up and he’s getting impatient.”

“I know…”

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“Come on, you got this!” cheered Meg, staring at you with a grin.

“Just a little bit more,” encouraged Yuken with a nod, leaning toward you. 

“Hurry up, you’re so close!”

“No, don’t hurry up! Don’t rush it now!”

You looked up from the sweater with a scowl, sitting back when you realized just how close the two of them were to your face. “Can you two give me some space?”

“Oh, are you having performance anxiety?” snickered Meg as she sat back down.

You scoffed, muttering under your breath, “Anyone would with you two breathing down their neck.”

“Hey, we’re just trying to help.” Yuken sat down as well, arms folded over his chest. He was watching you intently, his shoulders tense as he watched the way you were stitching the last bit of the sweater.

Meg noticed this and laughed, resting her hand on his arm. “I think you’re more tense and you’re not even the one making it.”

“Of course I am! This is the creation of my first student.”

“Your first student?” she grinned, quirking a brow. “Does that mean you’re gonna take on more?”

Yuken said nothing, though he’d be lying if he said the idea hadn’t crossed his mind. He enjoyed teaching you more than he thought he would, despite how frustrating you could be at times.

“Yuken’s Crochet studio,” you snickered, glancing at him. “Got a nice ring to it.”

“Focus,” he scolded, refusing to admit that he did like the sound of it.

“Alright, keep your panties on.” You did as he instructed, focusing on the last few stitches. A few tense moments of silence ticked by. “There… it’s done.” You stood up, holding up the completed sweater.

It was far from perfect, the cat looking a bit derpy and the pumpkin still misshapen, but it had its own unique charm to it. It was one of a kind, made with all the love you held in your heart for Shibaman. That made up for the imperfections.

“What do you think?” you questioned nervously.

“It’s super cute,” smiled Meg. “He’s going to love it!”

Yuken nodded, giving you a proud look. “I have to say, I wasn’t confident that you would stick with it until the end.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But you did and I’m proud of you.”

You chuckled, feeling happy at the praise. “Thank you, Yuken-sensei.”

Yuken put his hands together in front of him and bowed, deepening his voice. “Now, go out into the world, my pupil.”

Meg snorted. “What voice is that supposed to be?”

“Yoda.”

“That wasn’t even close.”

“I tried my best,” he pouted, pulling her into his arms.

You carefully folded the sweater before placing it in the box and securing it with an orange ribbon. “His birthday is tomorrow… wish me luck.”

“You got this,” Meg smiled, offering you a thumbs up. “And if he doesn’t appreciate it, Yuken will kick his ass.”

Yuken nodded, pushing up his glasses. “I won’t stand for anyone disrespecting such a sacred art.”

“Thanks, guys.” You offered them a bow and a grateful smile before scooping up the box and heading home.

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You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this nervous, your heart racing within your chest. You were honestly tempted to just drop the gift off and run away, not wanting to see his reaction, but you knew you couldn’t do that. It was his birthday, after all, and you wanted to make up for avoiding him lately.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door of his house. His older sister was the one who answered, looking tired. “He left already.”

“Eh?” your brow furrowed. He had always waited for you to arrive before heading to school so it was strange that he had gone ahead of you. “O-Oh, um… thank you.”

“Oi,” she called out, eyes narrowed at you. “He’s been moping around lately. If I find out you’re the reason, I’m gonna kick your ass.” And then she slammed the door in your face.

You scowled in frustration, though you weren’t sure if it was more toward her or yourself. You knew you were the cause and it pissed you off despite having done it with good intentions. Surely he would forgive you… right?

Holding the box to your chest, you rushed toward Oya high, keeping an eye open for the pair as you went. You entered the broadcast room with a smile, expecting to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, listening to music. It was Todoroki who sat on the couch, though, reading one of his books.

Tsuji stood up when you entered, a frown on his lips. “He had already left when I got to his house this morning. I have no idea where he is.”

“Oh,” you frowned, chewing on your bottom lip. You thought about it for a moment before carefully setting the box beside Todoroki. “Can you make sure he gets this please?”

“Of course,” Tsuji offered you a smile, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. It did little to help, though.

“Thank you.” You offered him a bow before turning and leaving the room. Without Shibaman there, it felt pointless to stay at school so you decided to just leave.

Rather than go home, you chose to go for a walk around town to clear your head. The wind was chilly, making you retreat farther into the jacket you were wearing. It had originally belonged to Shibaman so it was quite large on you and it still faintly smelled of him. 

A light misty rain started to fall from the cloudy sky, feeling cold against your face but you didn’t mind. The rain was peaceful and helped you relax whenever you felt stressed. It wasn’t heavy rain, anyway, so the likelihood of you catching a cold from it was slim.

Despite how peaceful and quiet the world around you felt, you couldn’t stop thinking about Shibaman. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he mad at you? Or was he just hurt by your lies? You wished you could find him and explain everything, but you knew he didn’t want to be found. He wanted to be alone so he could sort out his own feelings.

That was fine with you, you just wished it hadn’t fallen on his birthday. Today was supposed to be special for him, to be free of worry or want. You had royally screwed that up, though.

With a sigh, you plopped down on the wooden bench inside the makeshift park. Honestly, you weren’t even sure it met the qualifications to be considered a park because it was just a small strip of grass with trees planted at each corner. A sad-looking swing set sat in the middle, the metal rusted and worn.

You doubted it was safe to use, though there were few things within Sword that were. The city’s entire aesthetic was danger.

You slid down on the bench as thunder rumbled softly overhead, leaning your head back so you could stare up at the sky. The tree to your left was completely bare, its leaves scattered across the ground like discarded newspapers. The tree on your right, though, was still clinging to a few of them, as if desperate to not let go.

The wind picked up and they finally broke free, dancing gently through the air as they made their way to the earth below. It was such a simple thing, but it brought a smile to your lips. 

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You stifled a yawn as you approached your apartment, reaching into the pocket of the jacket for your keys. You hadn’t intended to spend the day at the park but time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and, before you knew it, the sun was setting.

To your surprise, Shibaman was pacing back and forth outside the building, running a hand through his red hair repeatedly. He looked distressed which alarmed you.

“Shibaman? What’s-“

As soon as he heard your voice, his head snapped up. In just a couple long strides, he reached you, throwing his arms around you until you were buried in the warmth of his chest. The smell of pine and cologne filled your nostrils and you smiled, fingers curling around the black t-shirt he was wearing.

“Where have you been?” He huffed, trying to control the light tremble of his voice. “I’ve been worried sick!”

You frowned, pulling back so you could see his face. “You’re the one who disappeared. You had already left the house by the time I got there and you weren’t at school, either.”

“My sister made me go pick up some food from the convenience store,” he scowled, clearly still annoyed by this. “I told her I was waiting for you but she wouldn’t stop bitching about it. When I got back, she told me you had stopped by.”

Thinking about it, it did make sense. She’s never liked you, even when you were just his friend, claiming that you were a bad influence on him. When you started dating, she didn’t try to hide the fact that she thought you weren’t good enough for her baby brother. 

“When I got to school, Tsuji said you were looking for me then you left. I looked everywhere for you.” He cupped your face, brows punched with worry. “I thought… I thought something happened.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you, love,” you told him softly, resting your hand over his. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I did. Many times!”

“You did?” Your own brow furrowed in confusion as you reached for your phone only to realize it wasn’t there. You had forgotten it this morning in your excitement to get to Shibaman’s house. You offered him a sheepish, embarrassed smile. “I, uh… I forgot my phone.”

Shibaman scoffed in disbelief, lowering his head until his forehead met your shoulder. The tension was slowly leaving him now that you were safe and sound in front of him.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you told him softly, running your fingers through his hair. “And on your birthday, too.”

He chuckled, arms encircling your waist so he could bring you closer, bringing his forehead down to meet yours. “You’re safe, that’s all I need.”

You couldn’t hold back your smile, pressing your lips to his. “Stay with me tonight?”

He hummed, claiming your lips again. “Of course.”

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“Baby, wake up.” Shibaman pressed a kiss beneath your ear, arms wrapped protectively around your waist. 

“Five more minutes,” you mumbled tiredly, leaning into the warmth his body offered.

He chuckled, turning you over so you were on your back looking up at him. “You said that five minutes ago.”

“Did I?” Your brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound like me.”

“I’m gonna stop by my place to grab something,” he told you softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll meet you at school, okay?”

“Wait, I’ll go with you.” You forced yourself up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“I’d rather keep you away from my sister,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Be careful.”

“I will.” He put his finger beneath your chin, leaning down to press a soft, slow kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” You watched as he left the room, listening to his footsteps fade before the front door opened and closed behind him. Despite wanting to go back to sleep, you forced yourself out of bed and got ready for the day.

It was much colder out today than it was yesterday, the sky covered by light grey clouds that made it seem more like the afternoon than early morning. You didn’t mind it, though. The cold was a welcome change from the warm weather of summer and spring, plus it gave you an excuse to steal more of your boyfriend’s jackets.

When you got to school, you were surprised to find the boys gathered in the courtyard, snickering and laughing. Curious, you made your way through the crowd, eyes widening at what you saw.

Shibaman was leaning against the building, arms folded over his chest and eyes closed. There was a slight furrow to his brow as he tried to ignore the teasing he was receiving. The reason for this teasing? He was wearing the sweater you had crocheted him.

It fit him perfectly, showing off his toned body while still being comfortable to wear. It was warm, too, easily blocking the cold wind. When you looked at the design, it felt childish to you and you felt guilty for not just making him a regular, solid sweater.

“Did you get that from your granny?” Teased one of the older boys before bursting out laughing, his friends following suit.

Shibaman opened his eyes, narrowing them at the male.

You swallowed down the nerves and embarrassment you felt, stepping forward. “I made it…”

“You did?” snorted the male. “No wonder it looks like trash -“

A fist slammed into his face, sending him flying back into the crowd with a cry. Shibaman straightened up, fire in his eyes. “Don’t you ever say that shit again or I’ll kill you.”

The crowd grew tense, their previous jolly demeanors changing to one of fear. It was easy to laugh at him and not take him seriously when he was wearing that sweater, but it didn’t change anything about how strong he was or how protective of you he was.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, lowering your head. “I didn’t consider how Oya would react. You don’t have to wear it.”

He scoffed, resting his large hand atop your head. “Of course, I’m gonna wear it. You spent months working on this, didn’t you?”

You nodded, tugging lightly at the material. “It was my first time crocheting. Yuken did his best to teach me, but… it could have been better.”

Realization flashed across his face as he remembered seeing you at the café with said male. Everything made sense now and his heart was filled with warmth and love for you. “I love it.”

“Really?” You sent him a skeptical look. “You’re not just saying that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you. If I didn’t like it, I’d be honest.” As badly as he wanted to kiss you, he couldn’t bring himself to do so with the crowd that was still gathered in the courtyard. PDA was not something he enjoyed. “I love this sweater and I love you.”

You searched his eyes for any hint of a lie but there was none. “You really like it?”

“I do. Thank you, baby.”

Your eyes lit up, happiness filling you. “You’re welcome!”

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[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

A Sweet Valentines Day with Spencer Reid.

Pure Fluff

Spencer Reid never really understood the Appeal of Valentine's Day. Halloween Yes A day devoted to being anybody or anything that you wanted to be. He's been a fan of that since he was a kid. 

A perfect day for someone like Spencer Reid to be able to be someone else for a day was a dream come true. Valentine's Day? Not so much. Maybe he would be into it more if he had someone to love. But today is not a good day for singles. Every year he ends up spending the day alone, unless there's the case. 

Then he gets to spend the day with the team. But it's not the same. Aaron Hotchner gets To spend it. with his wife, Haley. JJ gets to spend it with her boyfriend, Will. And Morgan, well, he gets to spend it with his Lady of the Week. That leaves the rest of the team lonely. 

So two years ago, Penelope decided to create a day where you all go out to your local bar and drink to drown the loneliness. Everyone but Spencer Reid, of course. See The Appeal of getting drunk. Chris festivities includes. Emily Prentiss and David Rossi. 

When this Tradition started with Al Greenway and Jason Gideon Elwood joined. But Jason Gideon never did. Nor did Spencer. But this year he decided to go, getting tired of constantly being picked on for not joining their little party. Morgan didn't have a lady of the week and. JJ Joined the team too since. Will was out of town on a case of his own, so it was a much bigger party this year than usual. The more the merrier, Penelope said. Everybody piled into a table. After ordering their drinks.

Everyone Already had their alcoholic beverages except for Reid. He sat there sipping a pink drink, hoping that his team would believe that he was actually drinking something Fun and exciting, but really, he was just sipping a Shirley Temple, something that was nothing to be ashamed of. 

"Hey They're pretty, boy, you're actually drinking something?." Morgan asked, poking Spencer in the arm. "What do you got there?"

"It's a drink with fruit in it. You don't need to know what it is. I'm here, I'm drinking. I'm part of the Party." spencer told the group.

 "Yeah, I can't believe that you're actually joining us after all these years. You finally wanted to join the party. Are you having fun?" Penelope asked. 

Oh, yes, I am definitely having fun. Yeah, sitting here. Drinking with you guys. Fun, fun, fun". He said before taking another sip of his drink 

"Hey, wait a minute. What are you drinking? Is that a Shirley Temple?" JJ Asked. 

"Yes, it is. It's fruity and refreshing and it's a drink. I'm sitting here drinking with you guys"

 "Yeah, I don't think that really counts." JJ told him.

 " Well, whatever you say, I'm here, Don't really see what good getting drunk is going to do me. Is getting drunk going to make me a different person? Am I going to feel any better in the morning? Is it going to take away the fact that I'm still single? No, it's not going to change any of that. The only thing that's going to do is make me sick. Penelope, if I took and drank What's the name of what you have there?"

" A purple dragon", she answered, taking another sip of it.

" OK, so if I drank a purple dragon, would that make me any different in the morning? No, I would just be sick. I'd still be all alone. I would just not feel well and have a pounding headache. No, thank you. And really, if you think about it, I'm being sensible. Because what happens if there's a case and I'm the only one that's sober? I'll be the only one that will understand what's happening with the case. No, no, no. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go up to the bar and get a refill on my drink." He walked up to the bar to get a refill. 

He then decided maybe it would just be better for him to just go home. Given that, the whole reason why he's here to begin with was to not get picked on and he's being picked on anyway. That's when he turned around. To walk away from the bar when he heard 

" Here's your Shirley Temple". He turned around. To grab his drink. But his hand was met with something more than a drink. Could feel it was someone else's hand. When he looked. He saw a hand with bright pink glitter nails. Grabbing the same drink that he was. 

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said, taking his hand away from the cup. 

"Oh, no, no, it's OK. It's my fault, not yours. I'm not really paying attention to what I'm doing. I'm here with a group of friends that. Thought that taking me to a bar would make me feel better about being single, but it's not. I don't know where they get the idea that it's going to magically make me better. Oh, I'm sorry, that was a. That was a lot to share with a stranger. I'm sorry". she told him.

 As he stood there looking at you in your bright pink dress. as you describe the same situation that he is in. Gladly listening to your talk, but he realized that he was staring at you. 

"Oh no, not at all. Don't be sorry. I'm I'm in the same situation that you are. I'm here with a group of friends and they think the same thing is going to magically make me better."

The two of you got a table together, since neither one of you really wanted to be with the party that you were with anyway. And continue to talk about your dislike for Valentine's Day. Before you knew it, it was late at night. Or really early morning really. Spencer offered you his phone number saying 

"I never give out my phone number to women, and I know that that's a line, but with me it's not a line. I really don't give out my phone number to women. But I feel like we really get each other, so I would like to be able to see you again sometime if you don't mind"

 Needless to say, you are more than happy that he gave you his number. And you gave him yours.

and you two did see each other again as many times as you could, but it was hard. With him being in the FBI there was hard to make plans, but when you could get together, you always did. Spencer found it really fun and exciting to have a girlfriend. 

Especially when it came to party time. At Rossi's house. Halloween parties, Christmas parties. He now has someone to go with and he couldn't be happier. And when Valentine's Day came back around the next year, he wanted to make. It's very special for you since it was the celebration of the day you met. 

He picked you up wearing a suit. And took you to a very nice restaurant. He brought you home. He opened the door slowly. Since at this point you both have keys to each other's apartment's. When he opened your door. You saw pink and red heart-shaped balloons. A pink Teddy bear holding a heart. Little jewelry box. And a single red rose in a clear vase. 

Spencer explained that the single red rose symbolize love. Then he picked up the little jewelry box and opened it for you. It was a necklace with the initials S R. on it, standing for Spencer Reid. You were so happy to have Spencer Reid as your boyfriend, and he felt the same exact way.

he was so happy to have you as his girlfriend. 

"Did you do all of this for me?" You asked. 

" yes. With a little help from my friend Penelope, she set up your apartment while we were at dinner. I also had her pickup a special dessert for us. It's a Vanilla Cupcake, I know how much you love them. I had it specially made for you, filled with strawberry filling and topped with pink frosting because I know pink is your favorite color."

 This was definitely the best Valentine's Day of both of your lives, and you both look forward to spending the rest of your lives celebrating Valentine's Day together. And you are both definitely happy that you went to that bar, that fateful Valentine's night.

[laalaaliaa]

Hi I’ve got an Ethan Landry request

Ethan’s at a Halloween party and there’s girl there he likes but he doesn’t think she’s into him but she really is and his friends try to get him to ask her out and he gets the courage to do so.

Tiger

in which Ethan relies on his good old pals for help

ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: none, just fluff (and a few curse words)

proofread?: no

thanks for the request, it’s short and sweet, hope you enjoy <3

It was loud. So loud that Ethan couldn’t think properly. He was in a secluded part of the house, trying his best to match Chad’s dance moves. He felt silly, so silly, but he was having fun. The two of them remained dancing, up until the song switched over to the next. “So,” Chad leaned close, speaking loud enough for Ethan to hear, “You got your eyes on anybody?” Ethan tilted his head up, hesitantly shaking his head as he looked away from Chad.

Chad laughed teasingly, clapping Ethan on the back as he gazed around the area they surrounded. “Does that mean you don’t like Y/N?” Ethan seemed to pause, shaking his head at the thought. “She doesn’t like me.” Chad snorted at that, shaking his head as he gripped Ethan’s shoulders. “Bro, she’s into you.” Ethan’s head fell for a moment before he lifted it. “Really.” Chad only nodded eagerly, “Bro she’s like a tiger, and you’re like prey or something.” Ethan’s brows furrowed at the connotation. “She’s like grrrr.” Chad failed to growl like a tiger, even going as far as making a paw with his hand, playfully scratching Ethan’s face.

Ethan slapped his hand away with a smile, a laugh following suit, and eventually the two were a laughing mess. “D-Do you think so?” Ethan asked once more after catching his breath. Chad nodded, holding his hand up for a high-five, only for the two of them to miss as they went in for it. “Absolutely bro.”Ethan couldn’t help but feel giddy at the thought of you possibly liking him back. You were two completely different people. Ethan was nerdy, and he couldn’t seem to socialize with anyone for the life of him.

You, however, were like a social butterfly, always making friends wherever you went. Perhaps you befriended him out of pity. Ethan shook his head, ridding his mind of those cruel thoughts. Tonight was his night, it had to be.

Chug!

Chug!

Chug!

On the other side of the house, you were busy filling your liver with the nastiest excuse of vodka you’d ever tasted. You winced as you slammed the now halfway filled bottle of cheap vodka on the counter. You coughed weakly, bucking over as you felt a hand pat your back. You smiled up at Tara who only shook her head with a smile. “You’re an idiot.” You coughed one last time before standing up and hooking your arm with the shorter girl. “I know.” The two of you disappeared from the kitchen, making your way towards the living room where Anika and Mindy occupied the couch by making out.

“Boooo!” You cheered, landing besides Anika on the couch as the two pulled away from each other. “Oh hush, you’d do the same if you’d grow the balls to get with Ethan.” Anika tutted, pushing your face playfully as you stuck your tongue at her. “Ethan? Absolutely not.” Mindy chided, leaning forward as she pushed Anika back into the couch, shaking her head at you. You scoffed lightly, a laugh falling from your lips as you failed to hide your smile. “Oh lay off it Mindy, I wanna make out with someone too y’know.”

“I’d be less upset if you told me you wanna make out with my brother.” Mindy admitted, making you flip her the bird as you stood from the couch. “Love you too!” She shouted as you disappeared into a different area of the house. As you squeezed through groups of people, muttering apologies, you stopped in your tracks, watching Chad and Ethan growl at each other. You laughed loudly, catching the attention of Ethan who stopped, Chad however didn’t, up until Ethan slapped his hand away with a blush. “Cmon man, get hype, you’re gonna get the girl tonight.”

“Who’s the lucky lady?” You teased, making Chad stop his antics as he slowly turned his head towards you. Ethan was embarrassed now, you probably thought he was a weirdo, and it didn’t help that he was wearing a cardboard box as a costume. “Only time will tell Y/N.” Chad confessed, winking at you before dancing away towards a different group of people, leaving the two of you, alone. “You look, pretty cool.” You complimented, making Ethan glance down at his sorry excuse of a costume. “You think so?” You nodded, shifting the cardboard hat he wore, making it sit proudly on his head.

“I know so.” He smiled, tilting his head down, only making the cardboard cover his eyebrows as he glanced back at you. “You look pretty—pretty cool I mean, and pretty, pretty and cool.” Ethan stammered out, making you laugh at his efforts. You twirled the skirt of your basic ‘killer clown’ costume, “Thank you.” He nodded, and soon silence consumed the both of you. He was ruining his chances, here you were in front of him, smiling widely and proudly as you spoke to him, and he couldn’t get out a simple compliment.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He perked up at your question. His eyes wide like a puppy as he pointed to himself. “Me?” You nodded, a weak smile on your face as gazed into his eyes. “Well I hope so.” He nodded, opening his mouth to speak before he was interrupted by the sounds of people screaming, “Fight! Fight! Fight!” The two of you stared at one another before making your way to the commotion. You were both shocked to see Chad and some random dude pushing one another. The two seemed to be bickering about Tara, who was sat on the stairs with a frown.

“Guys, guys, stop.” She spoke, her words going unnoticed as the two continued pushing each other, only harsher. It wasn’t until the crowd was being parted that you noticed Sam making her way between to two of them. “Yeah, yeah, sorry to interrupt, I’m just gonna taze you in the balls real quick.” Before her words could be registered, all you seen was the dude fall backwards, clutching his privates as he muttered curses. Amidst all the commotion, you didn’t seem to notice the grip you held on Ethan’s hand. He noticed it, he noticed it the minute you slipped your hand into his.

He felt you squeeze his hand, silently watching as Tara began to yell at her sister. It wasn’t until Tara was storming out the house did you finally let go, muttering an apology as you followed after her. Ethan blew it, and he couldn’t help but express his disappointment with the frown that took over his face. It wasn’t until he felt a hand fall onto his back did he finally zone back into the moment. Anika.

She was smiling at him, gently pushing him forward to walk as they followed the rest of their friends out the frat house. “She likes you, a lot.” Anika reassured. Ethan glanced at her, catching the genuine smile on the girl’s face. It didn’t last long, before she burst out in laughter, shaking her head as she gestured to his cardboard helmet. “You look goofy, just gimmie that.” She made a gesture with her hand. Ethan blushed, removing the helmet as he placed it in Anika’s hands. She soon removed her hat, before placing it on Ethan’s head. “Much better.” She spoke, nodding firmly.

Ten minutes later and Sam was finally able to get her sister to stop. It was tense as the two sisters hashed it out, but that gave you the opportunity to slip closer to Ethan. He noticed you right away, the helmet he gave to Anika, in his line of vision, sitting atop your head now. “Wanna get out of here?” He glanced down at you, a smile taking over his face as he nodded, but it soon faded away as he glanced at the two sisters. “What about Tara?” You waved away his worried. “She’s upset right now, but she’ll get over it, she knows Sam’s just looking out for her.”

Ethan smiled, his heart beating as your hand slipped into his once more. You squeezed his hand, smiling up at him as he spoke. “Can I do this properly?” Your brows furrowed slightly, but you only nodded, noting the goofy grin he sported. “Wanna go on a date?” You were opening your mouth to accept, only to be interrupted by a girl splashing her drink at Sam. “We know what you did bitch. Murderer!” Sam was in shock, but she dived for the girl, only to be held back by Chad. “I didn’t do anything!” Sam yelled out angrily. You flipped the girl off, a scowl overtaking your face as you felt some of the liquid drip down your arm.

The rest of your friends ventured forward after the interaction, except for you, Ethan, and Sam. “I have some tissues if you want,” Ethan spoke, digging into his pocket only to pull out a few, “I have like three tissues.” He offered to Sam. Sam was silent, staring at him before taking the tissues off of him. You shook the liquid off your arm, groaning angrily as you tried to follow behind the rest of your friends, only to be stopped by the gentle grip Ethan held on your wrist. “I-I never got an answer.” He mumbled. Your brows furrowed, but your face soon formed an ‘O’.

“Of course E.” You smiled at the blushing boy, before interlocking your hands once more. The two of you continued forth, following behind your friends with beating hearts and giddy smiles. It seemed like it’d take forever for the two of to get together, so you were not surprised when you saw Anika pass chad a $5 bill after the two glanced back at you. “Did our friends bet on us?” Ethan only laughed, nodding his head. “I think so.”

“Thanks for the five.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Wanna make another bet?…”