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fkinkindagauche · 17 days ago

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How You Turn My World, You Precious Thing

Written for @steddie-spooktober day 30 prompt - "Where in the hell did you find that costume??"

Rating: Explicit | WC: 2,271 | CW: None | Tags: Getting Together, Blow Jobs, Coming in Pants, Steve Harrington's Bisexual Crisis (brought to you by David Bowie)

Title is of course from "Within You" by David Bowie from the Labyrinth soundtrack.

"I don't understand why you're doing a couples costume with Eddie," Steve said, a look of disgust on his face. "Am I not your platonic soulmate? Have I been replaced?"

Robin sighed and scrubbed a hand over her face. "For the last time, Steve, I just wasn't interested in any of your costume ideas, and I was interested in Eddie's."

"So, to be clear, you discarded the idea of going as Goose to my Maverick to go as the moody teen to Eddie's David Bowie from a children's movie?" Steve asked, hands on his hips.

"You haven't even seen Labyrinth, dingus, don't sound so unimpressed," Robin replied. "Eddie put together a pretty great costume. And my costume was a lot cheaper to put together than a believable Goose costume would be."

"Yeah, because it just looks like something you would wear, only you have a hideous black wig on," Steve said, giving her a once-over. "Sometimes I doubt your commitment to our soulmateship."

He wasn't going to let this go. They'd all gotten close in the months since the worst spring break on record. He even hung out with Eddie on his own sometimes. But that didn't make the knee-jerk friendvy reaction any less jarring. (Robin had told him "friendvy" just sounded stupid, but he preferred to consider it an adorable and genius portmanteau of "friend" and "envy").

Robin sighed as they pulled up to Vickie's house. She was hosting a Halloween party, mostly for theater and band geeks, but Steve hadn't exactly gotten any other invites so he agreed to come. Any chance he could take to bust out his highly flattering Maverick costume in an attempt to get laid.

"I think you're actually really gonna like Eddie's costume," Robin said, giving Steve a significant look as they walked toward the house.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked sharply.

She shrugged. "I saw the looks you were giving him when we went to the Hideout last weekend."

Steve spluttered, blushing. He'd been avidly avoiding acknowledging his nascent attraction to Eddie to himself in his own mind, and he certainly wasn't ready to talk about it with Robin. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm here for one purpose only - boobies."

Robin groaned and smacked him on the arm. "You're disgusting," she said.

"Would you prefer breasts? Knockers? Bosoms? Jugs? Tits?" He rattled them off so quickly she couldn't get a word in between them.

"Jesus, Steven, stop it," she said, shoving him harder. "I can't take you anywhere."

Steve graciously left off his litany of boob euphemisms once they got inside, Robin scanning the crowd.

"Eddie!" she yelled, walking over to a corner where a man with long, spiky blonde hair was standing, wearing incredibly tight pants with knee-high boots, and a ruffled shirt under a black vest.

Steve looked around for a few moments, searching for Eddie, until Robin approached the corner and pulled the blonde man into a side hug. He turned, and Steve let out a shocked gasp, realizing it was Eddie.

"Where in the hell did you find that costume?" Steve asked, mouth hanging open as he took in Eddie's elaborate make-up to go along with the clothes. "And where's your real hair?"

Eddie threw back his head and laughed, baring the long line of his neck, now draped with multiple necklaces. Steve swallowed hard, eyes drawn to the light dusting of chest hair he could see in the ample amount of chest exposed by the open neck of the shirt.

"Is that vest supposed to look like a corset?" Steve asked, enthralled as he reached out a hand to touch it, feeling the warmth of Eddie's skin through the fabric. His eyes tracked further down, to the obvious bulge he could see in Eddie's tight pants. "I thought this was a children's movie!" He knew he was blushing, could feel the heat in his face.

Eddie locked eyes with him when he finally looked back up, smirking. "Eyes up here, big boy," Eddie said. Steve's face grew even redder, and he wanted to melt into a puddle of goo on the floor and never look at Eddie again.

Steve felt his dick stir in his pants at the thought of Eddie's cock, right there in front of him, practically on display. He couldn't manage to get any words out, just kept staring at Eddie with his mouth open.

"Everything okay there, Harrington?" Eddie asked, smirk changing to a look of confusion. Robin was looking at Steve with something like glee on her face.

"I need to… use the bathroom," Steve managed to get out, turning away from them and pushing through the crush of people to a hallway. He managed to find an open bathroom and slipped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him as he slid to the floor against it.

He put his head in his shaking hands, trying to slow his racing heart. He couldn't really deny it anymore. He was attracted to Eddie. He'd never been attracted to a man before, bar that one fleeting moment in the shower with Billy Hargrove, when he'd been simultaneously aroused and infuriated.

But Eddie - he was something else entirely. Steve was finally admitting to himself , here on this bathroom floor, that he was physically attracted to Eddie. He'd known for a long time that he loved his smile, and his laugh, and his self-deprecating humor, and his willingness to help any of his friends, whatever they needed. Now he was finally acknowledging a physical attraction, and he was fucking terrified.

A knock on the door interrupted his spiral.

"Steve? You in there?" Eddie's voice asked.

"Can you send Robin in?" Steve asked pathetically.

There was an awkward pause. "Um. She said she had something she needed to do and that I should go check on you. I don't know where she is."

Fucking typical. Robin was trying to play cupid in the midst of his bisexual crisis.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked when he got no response from Steve. "You sick or something? Can I come in and help?"

Of course he wanted to help. Saint fucking Eddie.

"I'm fine," Steve said, sighing. "Go away."

"You don't sound fine, man," Eddie replied. "Fucking wait a minute okay?" Eddie yelled, probably to someone in the hall. "Steve, let me in," Eddie said in a lower voice.

Steve stood and opened the door. Eddie came in and shut the door behind him, locking it again.

"You gonna puke?" Eddie asked. "You and Robin must've been going hard before you got here."

Steve looked at Eddie again, with his delectable wispy chest hair and his stupidly beautiful smile and the sizable bulge in his pants. Steve made an impulsive decision, the only kind he seemed capable of making these days. He put both hands on Eddie's chest and pushed him so his back was against the door, then leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn't that different from kissing a girl. He could feel the beginning of Eddie's stubble coming in, scratching lightly against his chin, but his lips were just as soft and warm as a girl's. Eddie gasped into his mouth, tensing up for a moment before relaxing against Steve, kissing him back.

Steve tentatively licked over Eddie's lower lip, and Eddie opened his mouth, allowing Steve's tongue inside. Steve slowly licked into his mouth, tangling his own tongue with Eddie's, moving to explore the roof of his mouth, the sides of his teeth. He pushed a hand into Eddie's ridiculous wig, pulling it askew, as Eddie wrapped his hands around Steve's hips and pulled him more firmly against himself.

Steve could feel Eddie's cock now, hard against his thigh. He slotted a leg between Eddie's thighs and pushed up. Eddie groaned into his mouth and pressed down onto Steve's leg as Steve moved his thigh back and forth, rubbing. Steve was sure Eddie could feel his own cock now, straining against the confines of his jumpsuit.

Steve's hips involuntarily bucked up into Eddie's hip, seeking friction. Eddie's tongue was meeting his in a ferocious clash, both of them vying for control of the kiss. Steve broke off first, trailing his lips down Eddie's neck, to the vee in his shirt. He bit the skin there as one of Eddie's hands came up to grab a fistful of his hair, tugging.

Steve sucked a bruise into Eddie's skin next to his tattoo, one that would be visible when they returned to the party. Eddie was panting above him, still grinding his cock down onto Steve's thigh, when Steve dropped to his knees.

His absolute favorite thing to do with women was give head. He felt a sudden urge to see if that was the same with men. He looked up at Eddie, who was staring down at him with a shocked look on his face, one hand still fisted in Steve's hair. His wig was askew, tendrils of his curly brown hair escaping around the sides, and his makeup was smudged from their frantic kissing. Steve had never seen anyone more beautiful.

Steve tugged lightly at Eddie's pants, giving him ample opportunity to push Steve away. He didn't push Steve away, so Steve pulled harder, bringing the skin-tight leggings down. As Steve had suspected, he wasn't wearing underwear beneath them, and his cock sprang free, hard and huge.

Steve had always thought himself well-endowed, compared himself to the other guys in the locker room and found himself above average. But Eddie was in a whole other league.

Steve's mouth dropped open as he considered that he may have made a huge mistake. How was it even going to fit? He took a deep breath, psyching himself up, then bent to lick a bead of precum off the head.

Eddie thrust his hips up minutely, clearly struggling hard to keep himself under control, and let out a breathy gasp. The hand in Steve's hair tightened as Steve licked around the head, taking just the tip into his mouth. He held the base of Eddie's cock in one hand, like he remembered girls doing with his, as he slowly sank further.

Steve pressed his tongue against the underside of Eddie's cock as he began to move his mouth up and down. He was only getting about a quarter of his cock into his mouth, but Eddie seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it, if the increasing amounts of precum he could taste were any indication.

"Fuck, Steve," Eddie said as Steve hollowed his cheeks out to provide more suction. Eddie was making little breathy noises, like aborted moans, and Steve could feel the strain in his hips as he tried not to fuck into Steve's mouth.

The weight of Eddie's cock on his tongue combined with his musky scent and the noises he was making were enough to have Steve's cock aching. He started to cup himself with his free hand, pressing his palm into his cock and rubbing as he sucked Eddie off.

Just as his jaw was beginning to ache, Eddie seemed to lose control of his hips, starting to thrust into Steve's mouth a little. "'M gonna come soon, Stevie," Eddie said between breaths. "Might want to vacate the area."

Steve snorted back a laugh, pulling off to say, "Come in my mouth."

Eddie thumped his head back into the door and groaned. "Fucking shit," he said under his breath as Steve took his cock back in his mouth.

Steve started to press his palm harder into his own cock as he bobbed his head on Eddie's, spit slicking his hand now and making it easier to stroke the length of Eddie's shaft that wasn't in his mouth. Steve could feel his own orgasm building, spurred on by the moans falling from Eddie's mouth.

As he felt the first hot spurts of Eddie's cum in his mouth, he rubbed frantically over his own cock, bringing himself to orgasm as he swallowed every drop of Eddie's cum. Steve continued to suck long after their orgasms were finished, enjoying the feel of Eddie's cock softening in his mouth.

Eventually, Eddie tugged at his hair, and Steve finally let his cock slide out of his mouth. He wiped a bit of cum or spit off the side of his mouth and looked up at Eddie.

"If I'd known dressing up as David Bowie would get Steve Harrington on his knees I would have done it a long time ago," Eddie said, pulling Steve up to stand. He reached for the zipper on Steve's jumpsuit, but Steve stilled his hand before he could start to undo it.

"Not going to let me reciprocate?" Eddie asked, looking a little hurt. "Was it just a little experiment for you?"

Steve shook his head vigorously. He grabbed Eddie's hand and moved it down to the wet spot spreading near his cock. "Not at all. Got a little carried away."

Eddie's eyebrows shot up. "You came in your adorable little jumpsuit while you blew me?"

Steve nodded, blushing.

"Fuck, you're unreal. I'm dressing up as Bowie every day," Eddie said.

Someone banged on the door, startling them, and yelled, "What the fuck are you doing in there? Some of us have to piss!"

"Shit. I didn't even get to see you naked," Eddie said, pouting.

"Next time," Steve said, reaching for the door as Eddie pulled up his pants.

"There's gonna be a next time?" Eddie said, eyes twinkling like a kid on Christmas morning.

"There's gonna be a whole lot of next times," Steve said, opening the door.

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#steddie #steddie fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fanfiction #stranger things #my fics #steddie fanfic #steddiespooktober

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cosmicpearlz · 1 month ago

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halloween is cool

summary: jude hadn’t really thought twice about spooky season or halloween.. well until you came along.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

a/n: slightly projecting on this one because halloween/spooky szn is possibly my favorite holiday

october. the month of everything spooky and filled with autumn like colors. it's possibly your favorite month to ever exist. loving the pumpkins, the slight chill that graced the air, and the halloween decor. let's not forget that it happens to be sweater weather too.

"baby! baby! baby!" your cheery voice rang through the house. jude could almost picture the smile that resided on your face. a smile itching its way onto his, as your footsteps became closer.

"yes m'love?" you sit next to him on the couch with a bounce, beaming from ear to ear.

"it's october."

"the first of the month to be exact."

"well, aren't you excited?"

"for what?" you gasp dramatically at his question and stare at him with wide eyes. jude finds it harder to contain the smile that wanted to come out and rest on his face.

"it's spooky season."

"i know baby."

"we should be celebrating. why aren't you happy about the best time of the year?" your eyebrows furrowed and jude's heart couldn't take how cute you looked. he loved seeing you so passion and happy about something.

"never really thought twice about it," he says, while shrugging his shoulders. a moment of silence passes by the two of you. then it hit you. a grin replaces the smile that rested on your face just a few minutes ago.

"can we decorate the house?"

"whatever you want baby. we can go shopping for some stuff tomorrow after training." you excitedly squealed and jumped into his arms. the boy barely having time to catch you but still wrapping his arms around you tightly. laughter fills the living room as you pressed kisses all over his face.

over the next couple of days, you were determined to turn the house into halloween theme for the season. from pumpkins that sat in front of the door to the skeletons that hung in the living room and kitchen. little touches of orange and black and the fake spiderwebs filled the house as well. the decorations weren't over the top, but it made the house fit more in tune with october.

"we should plan a halloween party or have matching costumes! or maybe both." you wrap your arms around his was it. hugging him from the back.

"what happened to good morning? how was your sleep babe?"

"oops, sorry. good morning my love, how was your sleep?" you lean on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. jude chuckles quietly to himself, you feel the vibrations of his laughter being that you were still pressed up against his back.

"it was alright, i couldn't sleep much. so, i started cleaning the house a bit. how'd you sleep darling?" he turns around to face you. his hands now resting on your hips. fingertips lightly brushing the bare skin that peeked out from your sleep shirt. your arms find their place around his neck and give him a smile.

"wow, i can't believe you actually cleaned the house. they get so old," you say with fake sniffles to tease him. jude playfully rolls his eyes and pulls you closer to him. "i slept well though. i will say, i did miss seeing your pretty face in bed when i woke up."

"you flirt."

"only for you bellingham," you winked and press a kiss to his lips.

"we can go right back to bed if you keep acting like this," he bites his lip, gazing into your eyes. you shake your head and laugh.

"you freak."

"only for you darling."

"you didn't give me an answer to my suggestions."

"baby, wasn't decorating the house enough?"

"no."

"seriously?"

"seriously jude." he stares you down as if waiting for you to suddenly change your mind. "oh c'mon, work with me here!" you whined and pouted your bottom lip. jude groans and closes his eyes.

"i hate when you give me puppy dog eyes with that adorable pout of yours. i can never say no to you! you're cheating."

"it's not cheating love. it's called knowing how to get your boyfriend to say yes to your amazingly cool ideas." you took it a step further and batted your eyelashes. jude smile grows watching you attempt anything to get your way. you both knew that it was gonna work anyway.

"how about we compromise?"

"what are we compromising?" you lift an eyebrow in question.

"ditch the halloween party but we can do the matching-"

"deal."

"you didn't even let me finish." you both burst into laughter.

"all i heard was a yes, so consider me happy."

"i'm glad you're happy baby. all i ever want to do is make you happy. even if it means catering to your weird obsession with halloween."

"heyyy! it's not weird. halloween is cool baby. get with the program."

"yeah yeah, whatever you say m'love."

jude pulls you even closer to him. fronts pressing against each other. leaning down, he connects his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. preferring to take his time with the kiss rather than rushing it. it was slow and full of love. making your heartbeat just a bit faster than it normally does. the only thing that runs through the boy's head is how much he loved you and getting to spend mornings like this with you was the best feeling. little did he know, you were thinking the exact same.

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham fluff

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peachhcs · 5 months ago

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Does Will tell any of the guys he's realised his mistake??

Or even just that he slept with someone??

i like to think will calls grace first. she gives the best advice when it comes to any of this and then he calls gabe and ryan to talk to them.

"what's up, will?" grace asked as soon as she answered the phone.

"i hooked up with someone," will said immediately which caught grace off guard.

"what?"

"there was this halloween party last night..i think i was a little drunk and i hooked up with this girl," the boy explained, chewing on the bottom of his lip.

"okay. did something happen?" the older girl grew concerned.

"only that i did it because i thought i'd be able to get over samy and i didn't. i only thought about her the entire time," the hockey player's head fell into his hands as he sat on the end of his bed.

"oh. i see," the older blonde was at a bit of a loss with what to say.

"i think i fucked up, grace. i think i really, really fucked up," will frowned deeply as all the feelings he's tried pushing away for months began resurfacing.

"will..you didn't..fuck up. did you make a bad choice on rash thoughts? yeah. you didn't completely fuck up though," grace tried reassuring her brother even though she couldn't quite back his decisions.

"i should've talked to her more. i don't..i don't know what i was thinking. i thought i was letting her go for the better, but anytime i see her anywhere i wish i could call her and everything was how it used to be," now will was crying.

"it's not too late to talk. reach out to her. tell her you wanna talk or something."

"i can't. she blocked me on everything so even if i wanted to talk to her, i physically can't," the younger boy frowned deeply.

"do you want me to mention something?" grace offered softly.

"no, that's gonna make me look stupid. she doesn't wanna talk to me and i don't blame her," a long sigh fell from will's lips.

"look, we all do stupid shit when we're 18. she definitely does wanna talk to you. you guys were best friends once upon a time. that kind of bond doesn't disappear that easily. is there any time soon you'll be out near michigan or something?"

"i don't know. days off are random sometimes and unpredictable," will shrugged even though grace couldn't see him.

"maybe talk to gabe and ryan. they could make something happen. i know they're rooting for you two as much as i am to get back together or at least talk," will knew his older sister had a point. he should talk to gabe and ryan, but then they'd just tell him i told you so and harp on him.

"i don't know. i'll see. i should let you go," will mumbled.

"i'm always here to talk, will. it's gonna work out, i promise," the hockey player really wanted to believe his sister's words and he hoped to god it was true.

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"wow, look who's calling first," ryan grinned through the screen when the call connected. will rolled his eyes a bit, but smiled when he saw his friends on his computer screen.

"you look like shit," gabe commented upon seeing will's red eyes and puffy cheeks.

"fuck off," the blonde mumbled.

"i'm kidding. it's good to see you. you had a hella game the other night," the dark-haired boy cheered.

"dude, you put those older guys to shame. like you were flying," ryan laughed making will laugh as well.

"thanks, it was pretty cool taking some of the veterans down. they're gonna be after me now."

"yeah, no shit. i think everyone now knows why you decided to sign on so early," gabe grinned.

their compliments had will flushing with pride. he's been working hard to prove himself these last few games and he was glad it was all finally paying off.

"by the way, halloween was so legendary this year. we went to like four different parties," ryan chuckled.

"i bet it's crazy in california," gabe wondered as the topic shifted.

"yeah, it is pretty crazy out here. so crazy i even hooked up with someone.." will began which had gabe and ryan's eyebrows raising.

"wait, you hooked up with someone? who?"

"uh..i don't really know her name, but i think..i think i regret it. i thought it would like..help me realize breaking up with samy was the right choice, but it didn't. i just thought about her the entire time.." will felt almost ashamed admitting this to his friends.

"oh."

"you're gonna tell me i told you so, but i know i fucked up now. i..i shouldn't have broken up with samy. i thought it would be better for both of us, but i just really miss her and i wish i could talk to her or something," the blonde frowned.

"you're saying this now? six months after the fact?" gabe raised his eyebrows.

"oh come on, give me a break. i was stupid, i know. i finally realize that now. i don't know what to do," upon seeing their friend's face, gabe and ryan saw how torn up will was about everything. they knew he really regretted everything that happened.

"i just don't get why you didn't talk to her more about this before you even decided to break up? you know she would've talked with you about whatever you were worried about," ryan said.

"it was a bad decision during very rash thoughts. i was overwhelmed and a mess back in may. i got scared and pushed her away like i do to everything. you guys don't need to tell me how much i fucked up. i know already," will huffed.

the three fell silent for a moment. will pulled a hand through his hair while gabe and ryan spoke with their eyes.

"a few of us are going to michigan over winter break to samy's lake house. if you can find some free time, you should come out. i think samy would like to see you. you two can finally talk maybe," gabe finally said.

"i'll think about it," will nodded. could he actually fly out to michigan and see samy after not speaking to her or seeing her for eight months though? the idea sent will's head spinning and not in a good way.

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arcane-vagabond · 1 year ago

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The Apple of My Eye

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend can't believe you've never gone apple picking...

Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Excited Bob, Flirty Bob, Bob.

Word Count: 1,136

A/N: I know this one is a little on the shorter side too, but why force more when it's already so cheesy? Anyway, this is part of my Halloween/Fall one-shot collection! My inbox and requests are always open, so feel free to shoot me a message! As always, comments, reblogs, and likes are greatly appreciated! If you like my writing, consider buying me a ko-fi!

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“Are you ready?” Bob asked excitedly from the driver seat. You looked over at him with a small smile, heart warming at the sight of your overly enthusiastic boyfriend. Bob didn’t often show his excitement like this, and you were one of the few people who ever got to see him in this state.

No, you’re boyfriend was a weird mix of shy and confidant, something that worked surprisingly well for him. He was confidant in his abilities, but horribly shy when it came to romance. You had been shocked when the young pilot had approached you one day during a summer day off with your mutual friends. You had always found him attractive, and everyone knew this fact, especially your long-time best friend Natasha. She had been the reason you had been enveloped into the dagger squad to begin with. You weren’t a pilot, but that didn’t seem to matter the more you spent time with the rowdy crew.

Bob had caught your eye almost immediately with the way he would duck his head and blush everytime you so much as looked his way. It was endearing, really. But what really had you falling head over heels for the man was the surprising amount of self-assuredness he had when doing things. Confidence was sexy, after all. And after months of tip-toeing around each other, the squad had worked together to come up with the perfect plan at getting Bob to ask you out. That summer day was one of the best of your entire life.

Now, you smiled softly at your boyfriend of over a year as he buzzed with excitment at the idea of your current date. He had stared at you in disbelief when you told him that you had never been apple picking, and he had decided that that was a misfortune that had to be corrected right away.

“I’m ready, Robby,” you hummed, gathering the basket at your feet. Bob got out of the car and rounded to your side, opening the door so you could get out. He was nothing, if not a gentleman. He offered you his hand, and you took it gratefully, linking your arm with his as he pushed the door closed behind you.

“You’re gonna have so much fun, Bug. I can’t believe you’ve never gone apple picking before!” He grinned. You giggled at how excited he was, moving your hand down to intertwine your fingers with his. He squeezed your hand lightly, giving you a shy smile. You hoped a day never came where that smile didn’t send a flurry of butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Minutes later, the two of you were walking through rows of trees, families, friend, and couples milling about around you.

“So,” you drawled, glancing up at him. “How does this work?”

Bob’s eyes lit up, excitedly telling you about everything there was to know, and you watched him with a dreamy expression.

“So, you don’t wanna pick the apples that are already on the ground because those are for the deer and bugs,” he explained, gesturing to the many apples that littered the ground. “And then you wanna pick the apples from the outer branches because they ripen first. Oh! And don’t eat straight from the tree.”

“Why not?” You asked him.

“Because you always wanna wash your fruit first, baby. Who knows what kind of pesticides they use around here,” he replied, wrinkling his nose.

“Makes sense,” you nodded, walking up to one of the trees. “What about these?”

Bob stepped up beside you, inspecting the yellow and red apples. “You planning on doing much baking?”

“Isn’t that why we’re here picking them?” You giggled, earning a soft smile back. “Thought you would want some apple pie.”

“You gonna bake for me, sugar?” He smirked, leaning in. You hummed, brushing your nose against his.

“Would do anything for you, Robby,” you grinned, biting at your bottom lip. Bob blushed, ducking his head down in embarrassment. You let out another giggle, reaching up to pick one of the low hanging apples. Bob glanced up, reaching his hand out to stop you.

“Hold on, now,” he smiled. “There’s a trick to it. You don’t want to pull on the apple, that means it isn’t ready. You wanna find one that you can just twist-”

He gently twisted his hand around the apple, and you heard a quiet snap as the fruit broke free from the branch, his smile just as wide as yours as you looked at one another.

“And pull,” he finished, pulling the apple free and placing it gently into the basket. “You don’t wanna just toss them in either. That can bruise’em and then they’ll all go bad.”

“Look at you, Mr. Smarty-pants!” You teased, causing another blush to crawl up his cheeks. You placed a kiss to his cheek before stepping back to assess the tree in front of you. “Now, let’s get to work! There are apples to be picked and pies with your name on them waiting to be baked!”

The two of you began working your way around the lower branches, plucking and comparing apples as you quickly filled your basket. Bob took one look at you holding the heavy object, and shook his head with a frown. Worldlessly, he took the basket from your hands, replacing it with his other hand. You leaned into him with a smile, gazing up at him adoringly.

“Always the gentleman,” you gushed, and Bob looked down at you with a quirked eyebrow, eyes containing a hint of mischief.

“Always?” He hummed, leaning in to whisper in your ear with a smirk. “What about when I do that one thing in the bedroom-”

“Robert Floyd!” You shrieked past a giggle, swatting his shoulder as he chuckled. “You can’t just go around saying things like that! There are children present!”

“You’ve never complained about the things I’ve said before,” he smirked, and now it was your turn to duck your head out of shyness. Bob chuckled, squeezing your hand gently as he pulled you towards the barn where the rest of the crowd was weaving in and out.

“C’mon, sugar,” he laughed. “Let’s go get some cider, yeah?”

You allowed yourself to be led to the barn, smile ever-present on your face as it usually was in the presence of the man next to you.

Yes, Bob could be shy at times, but he was a man who knew what he wanted. And what you didn’t know was that he was confidant in the fact that you were it for him, but he would wait. His mama always told him that patience was a virtue and that good things come to those who wait. He would wait forever if it meant he could keep you by his side.

#robert bob floyd imagine #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #robert bob floyd fanfiction #robert bob floyd x you #bob floyd #robert floyd x you #robert floyd fic #robert floyd imagine #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd fic #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x you #bob floyd fanfiction #one shot

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jungle-angel · 1 month ago

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Happy Halloween Baby (Ben Mears x Reader)

Summary: For you and Ben, Halloween just got a little sweeter

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth, parenthood, etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @lewinblue

Ben kept clicking away at the typewriter, adjusting his glasses every so often as he focused intently on the paper. A whole stack of books stood on the corner of the desk, each one on his ever growing "to be read" list.

He craned his head over his shoulder, smiling a little when he saw you sleeping peacefully on your shared bed next to the desk. He still couldn't believe how gorgeous you looked, even after all the changes that had occurred for you in the last nine months. He loved the way your hand lovingly caressed your belly in your sleep, your little one safely cradled inside you.

Ben crouched beside the bed, pushing a tendril of hair from your forehead and kissing your cheek. You hummed a little and giggled as he kissed you awake.

"You feelin ok baby?" he asked, his voice deep.

"Now that I slept," you yawned.

Downstairs you could hear the noisiness of the evening beginning to set in. Mark and Randy were excitedly getting their costumes together for trick or treat and the coven's yearly Halloween party. Eva Miller had a pot of meatballs simmering on the stove while Matt Burke and the other men of the house were going over hunting plans for the next four weeks.

Out of nowhere, you felt something beginning to run down your leg towards your ankle. At first you thought you had ruined another pair of jeans, but it wouldn't stop coming.

"Um.........um......."

"Baby what's wrong?" Ben asked, the nervousness evident in his voice. "Baby?"

"I think my water just broke........" you whispered.

Ben gasped and clamped a hand to his mouth. You could hear him laughing excitedly. "Is it......?"

You nodded.

Ben let out a nervous breath before he shot to his feet. "Here," he said. "I'm gonna go get the bags and stick'em in the car. I'll be right back."

He made his way to the closet and dug out the two overnight bags you had packed just a few nights before, full of enough clothes for you and Ben for the next ten days.

Ben hurried down the stairs which led to the kitchen where Eva was stirring the meatball pot and Mabel Wertz was cutting up a loaf of Italian bread. "And where are you off to?" Eva teased.

"(Y/n)'s in labor," Ben whispered.

Eva quickly supressed the shriek that caught in her throat. The realization hit Mabel a split second later as she gave him a tight hug, before letting him out to the driveway to load up the rather beat up looking vehicle.

Back into the house he went to gather you up and to say goodbye to Mark and Randy for the night. "Mommy kissy!" Randy demanded for the four hundredth time before Lucy Ryerson had to distract him.

You pulled out of the driveway and drove off in the direction of the Cumberland Hospital where Jimmy and Jennifer Cody were most likely on duty. Ben held your hand as the labor pains had begun to set in, letting you clench as you breathed through it.

When you finally pulled into the parking spot, Jenny was the one who came hurrying towards you. "I got the call from Eva," she said. "She said you two were on your way."

"Where's Jimmy?" Ben asked.

"He's in trauma surgery," Jenny answered. "Won't be out for a few hours but you've got me here with you."

Ben followed her as she wheeled you in and helped get you admitted. Once you were snug in bed, Ben didn't dare leave your side, not even to get a coffee. You looked at the time and realized it was dark and nearing six-thirty.

"I can't believe we're gonna have a Halloween baby," you whispered excitedly.

"Kid's gonna have sugar highs for years to come," Ben chuckled, kissing your lips.

You gasped a little when another shock of pain ran across your belly, your hand squeezing Ben's as he gently encouraged you to breathe through it. When it passed, you two were left laughing, for reasons, you couldn't quite say.

Dr. Cody came in to check on you every few minutes to make sure nothing alarming came about and much to her relief, you were the easiest patient she had dealt with all day. Gradually, the pain began to get sharper and more frequent, taking the breath right out of you. Finally it was time.

You pushed whenever Dr. Cody told you, listening to her guidance as Ben held the back of your head and shoulders. You could feel it getting closer and closer, your baby inching their way out just ever so slowly. You listened to your husband's voice, even when you thought you couldn't do it anymore, exhausted beyond all human reasoning.

One last push and a screechy cry erupted throughout the room before Dr. Cody placed your little one right on your chest. You and Ben were in tears when you came face to face with your new little boy, his cries filling the both of you with nothing but pure love and adoration.

Sean Matthew Mears was born on Halloween night at 7:02pm, named in part for Sean Stowens, Ben's uncle who had raised him and Matt Burke, his godfather. Once he was completely cleaned off and Ben had cut his cord, Dr. Cody wrapped him in the blue and white knitted blanket that Mabel had worked on for the last nine months.

You were melting when you saw Baby Sean snuggled against Ben's shirtless form, the latter rocking gently back and forth in the hospital rocking chair near the window. He looked so tiny against your husband's broad chest, his massive arms protectively enclosed around the baby. You could hear him whispering the words to "The Owl And The Pussycat", a story you had read to Randy numerous times before bed and one Ben had memorized thanks to his Aunt Cindy and Uncle Sean. But right away you noticed something flying towards the window, something white and with purpose.

"Ben!" you hissed. "Ben, there's a visitor!"

Ben jumped a little bit, but was instantly relieved when he saw it land in the window. He was suddenly filled with awe when he saw a great snowy owl, perched right on the branch outside the window, her yellow eyes fixed right on him as she moved her way to the window.

Dr. Cody quietly opened the window when she saw what the owl had in her mouth, a letter with neat swirls of cursive, written in bright emerald green ink. She handed you the letter and you opened it when something fell out onto your lap.

"Dear (y/n) and Ben," you read. "Ginny and I hope that this reaches you soon. Eva and Father Callahan wrote us a letter which came just a few hours ago. We can only say congratulations and we hope to see the baby soon. A friend of ours made this for the little one and we hope it will be worn for many years to come. With much love, Harry and Ginny."

You and Ben had to laugh. Leave it to your friends in the Wizarding World to send something like this.

You were astonished at the sight of the baby bracelet, a little gold chain with a few little charms on it including one in the image of a Thestral. You and Ben couldn't have been more grateful, knowing it would be passed on in the family for a long time.

There was no shortage of visitors the very next day. Eva Miller had almost shrieked when she saw the baby, her tears of joy flowing freely. Mabel came around lunch, bringing Mark and Randy who were eager and excited to hold their new baby brother. Mike and Lucy Ryerson both came by shortly after, taking picture after picture of the coven's newest member.

Matt Burke and Father Callahan arrived later in the day when everyone else had gone home. Father Callahan had offered to bless Baby Sean but told you and Ben that if you wanted later on, a formal one could be held at St. Andrew's.

"Aw little guy's adorable," Matt remarked, gently brushing the baby's nose with the tip of his finger. "I don't think we ever saw Randy that little though."

"Nah Randy was around four months old when he came," Ben told him.

Matt laughed but suddenly fell silent when he saw the nametag written on the sticker inside the hospital bassinet. "You didn't," he gasped.

Ben nodded, unable to hide the smile crawling across his face.

Matt didn't make a sound, but the tears said it all. Sean Matthew Mears, born 10/31 at 7:02 pm.

"Are you ok?" you asked when Matt picked up his little namesake.

"I dunno but somebody let onion chopping ninjas into the room again," he chuckled.

You and Ben laughed before your husband placed a sweet kiss on your lips, one which you eagerly returned. Already, your precious little angel had been welcomed into the fold and you and Ben couldn't have been happier.

#ben mears #ben mears x reader #salem's lot

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mooseung · 12 days ago

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୨୧ winter’s date !

ch. 1 : halloween night

kwak jiseok (gaon)

ᨳ you and jiseok decide to attend all the christmas festivities pretending to be a couple just for the extra butterflies. it ends on new year’s day, then you’ll go back to being good friends.

next chapter ->

❆ no one would believe me if i said ive been working on this fic idea for five years man

❆ sounds like a hallmark movie but i say we keep making christmas romance stories fun silly and dumb

❆ i’ve never committed to chapter stuff before but surely it goes well since i know where it’s going *nodding*

it's the second best holiday of the year. aligned trees now enter the process of stripping their colorful leaves that now hang lifelessly off the branches. fuzzy boots follows the trail of the fallen leaves, and the harmonizing crunches down the street creates the soft melody of sweet autumn.

pumpkin meadows flourish in popularity. the scent of cinnamon and apples wraps a steam blanket around a pie tent. the air is something you've been craving for months now; it’s given you a crisp feeling that brings you warm comfort.

while you adore the time of year for the activities focused on the warm side,

you’ve been able to attend all the fall festivities this year. your carved pumpkin sits outside your apartment, a singular light flickering your creature to life. you ranked all the pies you’ve tried this month, with apple sitting on its throne untouched. funnily enough, you also apple picked at a local farm. the assortment of your favorite fruit piles inside your fridge, their crystal glow enticing you every single time you look at them.

but all these activities you’ve done alone. your autumn checklist was too ambitious, and midterms shifted your availability to avoid your friends’ invitations. that’s why when the very last day of october arrived, your best friend forced you to make an exception for her. the halloween bash she's hosting is not a cozy one, but you have to do something fun and social before marbles start getting lost.

mingi is your only friend from the university, which you think is imperative when it comes to the reputation of this school. social gatherings is a pledged promise of the students; there are always grand events happening around campus, and the committee never finds it in themselves to lose creativity. in turn the students feel more like community, and the friend groups tend to be large. mingi's house party depicts that principle perfectly. even more, not a single person in here is worried about midterms.

as you look through the sweaty piles of people, you find some familiar faces from your fair share of group projects and school events. the few conversations are brief and soon enough you're stuck alone, waiting for your only friend to tend to you while keeping her house afloat with the large crowd.

"hey, you made it!"

she's one of the fairies from tinker bell - one that you can't seem to remember. nonetheless your lips curve wide after she's found you sulking on her couch.

"what a crazy party! do you know all these people?" you think this is the loudest you've been, trying to talk to her over both the music and her adrenaline.

mingi shrugs, plopping herself next to you as her arm wraps around yours. "are you bored? you should be mingling!"

"i feel a bit too embarrassed."

the two of you look over your body. it's a simple green princess gown that doesn't seem to draw immediate attention. however, if you get it...

"WOAH, you're princess fiona! WOAH."

mingi laughs, a little too hard. you playfully shove her as your ears burn up, "it’s too silly, isn’t it..."

her hand grasps your arm as she drags you into the kitchen. for now it's empty, and the table holds all the hard liquor and fruity drinks you could think of. "just drink a bit! loosen up, have fun~"

there's no time to protest. you're left stranded next to the island that holds all the drinks, many of which are unfamiliar to you. it takes you a minute to grab one, just for you to let go of it and stare at the selection as students filter in and out.

"it's a little overwhelming, right?"

the voice feels soft, yet you hear it clearly over the music. when you turn to your left, the girl who spoke matches her voice perfectly. a pouty smile sitting perfectly underneath her brown doe eyes. her hair is a bright hazel that innocently sits as a single braid, tiny strands of hair peering out of the tucked in look. along with her grin, a faded blush bounces on her cheeks; it seems to be from romand rather than any liquor.

she's the cutest, it brings you to match her smile. "ah, it really is."

your eyes continue to observe the woman; you notice the familiar costume she's wearing. it's a green sleeved dress with little gold embellishments. a laugh quickly breathes out of your lips, and she giggles at your quick notice.

"fiona must've been a popular choice this year, huh?"

she laughs at your remark and replies, "you're pulling it off so much better though." you can tell her intentions are to make you feel like the prettiest princess there, and now your own shade of romand blush colors your cheeks. "i'm mingi's cousin, yeona!"

you gasp, "oh, i've heard about you!" you already find yourself in a bow, greeting her formally. "i'm y/n, a friend of mingi's. it's nice to meet you."

she mirrors you completely, and the air finally feels comfortable for the first time since you've walked into this party. you find yourself sitting there, chatting with the girl as the two of you find plenty of common ground. yeona is a violinist attending a prestigious musical arts university just right around the corner of your school. the students tend to be quiet and elegant, and while yeona doesn't really fit the elegance she is soft-spoken like the rest of her peers. but her aura is comforting, and your energies match like puzzle pieces. for instance, she's an avid watcher of kdramas like yourself. it led the two of you to discuss your harsh disappointments among the catalog, your first target being infamous love alarm.

yeona learns much about you too. you attend a social school simply because it's a common one, and perhaps the easiest one to get into. out of all the majors that were presented to you, the winning choice became natural sciences after a coin flip. you haven't quite figured out where you want to be in ten years, and you're content with taking your time. the only thing you want to do is enjoy your time before life becomes a consuming loop of work.

yeona notes that and studies your personality more. you tend to find yourselves on the slice-of-life dramas, and your taste in books are hopeless romantic core. a pattern begins to illustrate itself.

you both find yourselves lounging around the kitchen for quite a while, your conversations being fueled by admiring the many costumes that flutter into the kitchen every now and then. neither of you take another glance at the drinks beside you, and eventually you agree that it's not a priority to drink heavy. you feel like you've found your other half.

after twenty minutes, something interesting happens. a duo of boys arrive, their loud laughs halting your conversation as your eyes peer out of curiosity. both are wearing a garment that you're unable to piece together for a while. but then it hits you; the bulky, round fabric mimics the crisps of the iconic kid's food.

unlike the other visitors, the pair of boys spot you and yeona and engage in conversation.

"oh - you're both princess fiona!"

he's the shorter of the two. his hair is a bright blonde and his cheeks high and defined. yet the look he shoots you guys is pure astonishment and amusement. he's gripping his friend in excitement, a boy who's also bouncing. this boy has darker locks of luscious hair that tuck right behind his ears. his almond eyes sparkle and he equips a wide smile, all 32 teeth shining brighter than those eyes.

and they are dressed up as, "chicken nuggets?"

their surprise grows, "yes! you're the first person to actually get it."

you and yeona gently glance at each other as the two celebrate their victory which only conducted further hops and laughter. when they're finished, they approach the drinks and stare with their arms crossed and their seriousness suddenly skyrocketed. you feel like you're watching a sitcom, wondering how people can be this bubbly and animated in person. but it's funny.

"okay jooyeon. which one of these is our first target? this decision is incredibly important and will impact how the rest of our night goes..."

"...i've never had any of these before. AH, kool-aid though!"

the blonde wiggles his arms, "i was thinking the same thing."

the duet proceeds to grab the jug of fruit punch, one that's meant for mixing alcohol into but instead is poured sober. they take their swigs and scream in unison when done, like drinking nonalcoholic kool-aid was the biggest thrill of their life.

you can't help but laugh out loud, and it gives yeona the courage to talk to them, "isn't it just plain kool-aid?"

the taller one, who you've concluded is jooyeon, grins as he points at yeona. "it tastes better than vodka!"

you're nodding along, "and beer."

yeona loudly agrees with you; a true hater of beer.

"i think beer is yummy." the odd one out frowns, going in to pour himself another shot of the virgin fruit juice.

jooyeon shoves him, "jiseok's actually just a freak."

"you scream at vegetables."

jooyeon suddenly gets loud, "YOU DON'T GET IT!"

the room laughs comfortably. yeona covering his face and you slap your knees, the air is light.

"i'm yeona, mingi's cousin."

you’d feel awkward not to follow yeona’s introduction, "i'm y/n."

the boys have a kind smile at your introductions, and introduce themselves despite knowing you've already used context clues to put a name to their faces.

"how do you guys know mingi?" yeona asks.

jiseok turns to jooyeon who answers, "we used to be group mates for a writing class and we became casual friends." jooyeon then nudges to his friend, "he's just my plus one."

"in the non-romantic way." jiseok adds.

you mention, "trying to distract us from the couple's outfit, huh?"

his hands fly up defensively, "no no, i promise this makes sense."

jooyeon straightens his posture, holding his friend's shoulder as he presents themselves, "we do this podcast called nugget time. it's a bit popular around campus."

"WOAH, i've heard about it actually." you laugh. "it's like we're meeting celebrities right now..."

jiseok wiggles his eyebrows, "do you want our autograph?"

yeona cuts in, "actually, it's popular around mine too! many of the students think it's too childish and immature, but everyone there is also pretty stuck up." she shines a smile as she gives a thumbs up, "personally, i like it a lot. you guys are doing very well!"

it’s a cliche move, but jooyeon feels his heart lighten. a surprise attack of butterflies invade his stomach until his cheeks burn. his eyes fall softly as they stare at the girl who chose not to follow the stale crowd, and instead express her support for his pride and joy. he's in a daze for a minute, lost in discovering her delightful features. "aha, thank you."

jiseok's a lot more normal when he thanks the girl, but he notices how stiff his friend becomes at the compliment. a small grin compliments his face. he internally puts himself in a tuxedo with the coolest pair of sunglasses as he suggests, "do you guys mind if we hang around here with you?"

the coolest wingman.

you can't help but feel proud of yourself for meeting new people, and getting lucky enough they were a funny and kind bunch. your shoulders have inched behind you, relaxed and no longer tense from earlier. your smile creeps up naturally and responses fly out of your mouth easily. it's surprises you when an hour passes of general conversation carried by boiling chemistry and fruit punch.

the house roars, snapping all your attentions to the living room. the probably started off as sober laughs have become drunk wails. aggregation becomes the look of the dance floors as drunk men start to shove one another for who knows why. your ears catch the occasional glass shatters and you briefly wince, "ough, it's getting kinda loud in here."

jooyeon tilts his head, "you're right... should we go outside?"

yeona leans in, nodding to express her interest in the offer.

it's a hassle. your newly formed crew attempts to slither past the sea of sweaty students without getting dragged in by any drunk sharks. jiseok locks his hands on top of jooyeon shoulders, creating their lonely congo line of two. they get further than you and yeona, who are caught by a hungry one.

"y/n! yeona! are you leaving already?"

mingi's cheeks are a dangerous color of red. pale lipstick smudges all over the lid of her red solo cup, and beads of sweat twinkle on of her round nose.

you simply nod, sparing her an apologetic smile. you clear up, "we're just heading outside!"

"okay!" she clears the rest of the liquid in her cup in one quick swig. "i'll come too!"

yeona leans in to her ear, "are you sure? this is your party!"

mingi shakes her head as she pushes the two of you until you're all standing outside, breathing fresh air. "it's too hectic in here; i don't wanna deal with it."

jooyeon and jiseok are walking in place as the duo waited for your arrivals. their bright smiles greet the host who looked them up and down a couple of times before shrugging. jooyeon shouted, "nuggets!"

"OHH...kay?"

you and yeona snicker, and mingi just rolls her eyes at the reactions. after a while you plop yourself on the grass, relief unable to hide itself once you're finally able to hear the silly voices in your head once again. one being, "aghh, i can't believe you had no candy in there mingi! it's like you wanted me dead or something..."

"well!" she lightly laughes, seating herself right beside you as her arms wrap to embrace you lovingly. "i'm sorry."

"could've gone trick-or treating instead..."

"at the age of 23?"

"your problem?"

yeona cuts in, "you're never too old to go trick-or treating!"

you and yeona hold each other's hand in solidarity. the bit is funny to you two, and she developed a weird craving for candy as soon as you mentioned it.

mingi defeatedly sighs, peering her head to watch her neighborhood streets. they're not totally vacant; a handful of children happily scurry around with buckets or full-sized candy brimming to the top. occasionally their innocent eyes would swipe over mingi's house, one that's overly decorated for the occasion but very much not an open source to candy. you would defend this inference.

"there still might be time...should we go?"

jiseok's suggestion sprouted from watching the groups of kids flutter in happiness with their newly-acquired snacks. he also grasped onto the size, not afraid to admit that mingi seemed to live in a wealthier neighborhood. if an opportunity ever showed itself shiny, this was it. he's also a boy who craves this type of spontaneous activities; a group of college kids politely robbing rich people of their candy just to live up to halloween's truest image.

to be honest, you felt the same way. you wanted to feel your heart flutter at the sound of candy stacking itself into your bag - one that you don't have. "wait, but how will we carry the candy?"

it's an hour later. chocolate, sour, and sweet all ride up to the tip of your red solo cups. you guys only hold two cups per person, but it remains mingi's brightest idea up until the moment the crew realized this neighborhood was indeed not a judgement free zone.

"this mom just stared me down...do you think she wants me?" yeona piques, a smile cracking through her chapped lips. jooyeon, high off excitement, laughs as his body leans against her momentarily.

you're staring at something else though: jiseok's red solo cup. there's a sour patch topping his stack, beautifully beaming like a shiny cherry. after digging through your own, you feel a childish envy crawl all over you skin. "augh, you got a sour patch..."

jiseok doesn't spare a second, scoring the piece of candy right into your hands. your ounce of adulthood flickers back, and you throw it back to him. "oh no, it's okay!"

it hits you back, "no, have it!"

you laugh, guilt building up. "jiseok, don't worry! i can buy my own."

"im going to glue it to your hand."

you launch it to his shoulder in a rough manner, "enjoy it for me~"

as the bickering lives on, everyone lays down on mingi's lawn. candy sprawls out, like how it would on a kitchen table while your mother sniffs for any dangerous pieces. except it's college students, with the security checkpoint half way down their stomachs.

"mingi...right?"

there's a boy standing over the said girl. her eyes, slightly bloodshot, stare at him as if he's a hallucination. she treats it as one too; not a word leaves her lips. the boy uncomfortably shifts at her silence after a couple seconds. his hand reaches for the back of his nape, cooling the heat of embarrassment as all five pairs of eyes watch over him.

"oh, sorry. i uh...came to this party with one of your friends, but im not sure where she went... i was hoping you'd know?"

"who..?" mingi's host voice appears.

"ari."

"ARI'S HERE?"

the boy sheepishly laughs, "i mean...i hope she is."

mingi doesn't listen to him. instead she's attempting to get up, her dress riding up in all the wrong places. her spilled candies dig into the grass as she accidentally steps on them. she quietly murmurs something that nobody is able to decipher. what's heard is the small exchange she performs with the boy, "oh, and who are you?"

"jungsu. ari's my sister."

"ARI HAS A SISTER?"

"n-no, i'm her BROTHER."

the conversation feathers away as the pair dives into the abyss of the house. it will be the last time the group hears of mingi for the rest of the night.

jooyeon's heart quickens as candy plunges into his stomach. yeona watches him quietly for a while. that's when she points, "after this, you'll be having salad for days."

jiseok huffs, "jooyeon wouldn't go in a ten-foot radius of a piece of lettuce!"

the victim nods, turning to yeona with a sense of pride, "you couldn't pay me enough money to eat a salad. sorry."

yeona nudges him, "you're just not having the yummy ones. i'll show you the good ones and change your mind! just you wait."

jooyeon doubts so, but he can't help but fall helpless to her commitment. he would try anything if it meant he could be around her more. that's why the veggie hater replies to the threat, "i'm open for that, let's do it!"

jiseok stares at his cup that's now lighter. a bright colored wrapper catches his eye, and he smiles to himself. he fixes his position, now sitting at curb of the road as his legs dangle outside his bulky costume.

"y/n, come!"

you crawl until you’re beside him, knees brought close to your chest as you wait. jiseok rips the wrapper down the side, and offers you access to the sour patch candies. "let's share the bag~"

your mouth widens, "wait really? are you okay with that?"

he nods, trying his best to convey his genuine smile just so you'd know. it's enough to get you thanking him over and over again, just until the sour hits your tongue and satisfies that specific craving.

jiseok rolls his eyes, "it's more fun to share stuff, right?"

"it's nice…thank you~"

it's a childish scene, one that brings soft smiles to both of your faces. because it's comfortable, familiar. fun.

#winter’s date #gaon #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes imagines #kwak jiseok #xdh gaon #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes x reader #guyysysyydys i want a christmas bf #see the vision ok i have a vision for this #gaon x reader #i neehd to do my homewokrjshdhejfb7)ughhh

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felixsramen · 1 year ago

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Dating Poly ateez

Is chaotic on another level

WooSan continuously convince you to join in their shenanigans and you always end up getting scolded by Seonghwa and Hongjoong

Mingi is clingy and needs to be around you 24/7 causing woosan to try and scare the poor baby

Yeosang gets compliments 24/7 from everyone

Hongjoong

Hongjoong is always having to be the peacemaker and is quick to discipline

Has given you a lot of talks because of WooSans stupid shenanigans

Has put you in the corner like a child because of WooSan blaming you for things they've done and later having to apologize and punish Woosan when they own up to it

Late night studio cuddles

Hongjoong doesn't sleep well and usually stays in the studio he had built in the house and leaves the door unlocked because he knows you all can get the same way

Going inside his studio and cuddling into his lap and falling asleep while he works

Waking up in the room beside a sleeping Hongjoong

Sleeping in Hongjoongs and Seonghwas room usually means you're pressed between him and Seonghwa

Lots of forehead kisses🥹

Will kiss your forehead a lot because he needs you to know he loves you

Isn't into pda a lot but will hold your hand occasionally in public

Seonghwa

Loves hugging you from behind

Has scolded you for playing ball in the house with WooSan and breaking a vase multiple times and still decides to replace it

Will let you cook with him if you ask

Will show you new recipes and is excited when you show him your own recipes you learned growing up

Will bring you on every grocery trip because you're the only one that doesn't make him get unnecessary stuff for the house

Cuddling you in his and Hongjoongs bed

Has been the subject of many pranks from you and WooSan including pretending that you guys had dented the car and filling up a cup with sprite and soy sauce and telling him it was coke

Refuses anything you offer without you and WooSan drinking or eating it first now

Refuses to let you and WooSan go play laser tag after having to apologize to a whole bunch of moms of 10 year olds about their kids losing to grown adults

Yunho

Hugs anytime of the day

Will hug you in any place is not scared of pda

Picking you up no matter how tall or short or your weight because he just loves giving you affection

Face kisses🥹

Will kiss any part of your face and will kiss you all over your face

Is very into video games and will let you sit in his lap as he plays

Just ask him if you can play video games with him and he won't hesitate to stop in the middle of a game and leave

Will show you step by step how to play it if you've never played

Will let you win but if you get too cocky he will beat you just to bring you down a notch but tells you that you still did great

Always down for rematches with you because he loves seeing how determined you are when he does win

Yeosang

Such a soft boy

He loves cuddling you and will stick up for you in every scenario

You can't help but love his birthmark and kiss it every time you guys cuddle and he gets so flustered from it

Please tell this man how pretty it is because he'd just melt

Doesn't like pda but if he notices your anxious he will pull you to the side and reassure you everything is okay

Loves being near you even if he doesn't say it

May not tell you about how much he loves you but shows it when he can't find the words to say

Has joined you and WooSan on a few pranks after you all begged him to and convinced him by doing his chores for a month

Seonghwa and Hongjoong didn't believe Yeosang took part each time he did and thought you wanted to get out of trouble yourselves

San

Chaos 1 of 2

Usually influenced by Wooyoung and will do anything to please him

Wooyoung convinced you and him it was a good idea for you to go as 3 peas in a pod for Halloween and you regret it everytime you think about it

San is clingy even when Wooyoung isn't around

Wants you to be around him 24/7

Has held you down and forced you to be a pillow and has gotten scolded for it but didn't care and refused to let you up even after the boys tried prying him off you

Can bribe him to do anything with snacks

Has zero shame when it comes to you asking him to do something even if it's embarrassing

Will try to follow you even to the bathroom if you'd just let him

Mingi

Clingy baby🥺

Wants you wherever he is and needs to be touching you at all times even if it's one finger intertwined with yours

WooSan trying to scare him away from you at all times because they think it's funny

Having to comfort Mingi after they try and scare him

Scolding WooSan and they just pout as you hold Mingi closer and glare at them

You constantly reassure him that it's okay when his anxiety gets the best of him and just hold his hands

Loves when you cuddle next to him and run your hands through his hair

Loves pda when you initiate it

Loves skin on skin contact because you're just so warm

Wooyoung

Chaos 2 of 2

Will get you and San into trouble so much

Will also get you out of trouble if it's too much

Needs you to love on him 24/7 because you're just so amazing

Tries declaring his love for you and his boyfriends to everyone that you have to put your hand over his mouth

Does funky little dances because he knows you find them so cute

Will convince you to do anything he asks and just has to beg enough

You and WooSan aren't allowed to drive together anymore because of Wooyoung and yelling out the window causing you to almost crash

Jongho

Loves picking you up to show off his muscles

Sings you to sleep

Will carry you everywhere if you ask

Literally loves showing off his strength to you

You can't help but ask him to break all kinds of different fruits and he'll do it while singing

Picking you up in the middle of plotting with WooSan and ignoring Wooyoung to put you down

He just wants to baby you and take care of you

Nsfw

Hongjoong can be a soft Dom or even a hard Dom depending on the situation

Will either call you his princess or his pretty slut while fucking you depending on the situation

Seonghwa is the same but he prefers being a soft Dom and for Hongjoong to be the hard dom

You're his perfect baby while he leaves kisses on your neck while the boys watch him fuck his fingers inside you

Yunho is a dom and a soft Dom at that

Willing to choke you because you get so dumb over his hands and will definitely call you his gorgeous baby when your eyes roll back at the feeling of his pretty hands around your neck

Yeosang is a switch

He doesn't mind that you call him baby boy when you kiss all over his face while you stroke his cock and San and Wooyoung kiss all over his body

He also doesn't mind calling you his favorite toy while he fucks your mouth and Seonghwa fucks you open

San is a switch

When San Doms he goes all out calling you his favorite plaything and willing to do it all in front of the boys and it can be out of nowhere

When San subs he is such a brat especially with Wooyoung loves when you call him pet he can't help that it makes him cum so fast

Mingi is such a sub and who can blame him

Please call him pretty boy he just can't help but cum in his pants at the name alone

He feels so humiliated by it but can't help but want more as you kiss down his body along with Yeosang

Wooyoung is such a sub and such a brat it takes all 8 of you to fuck the brat out of him

Will get whiny if you're not fast enough for him and try to hump the air if you tie his arms

You and the boys calling him your cumslut and Wooyoung agreeing because he is for you all

Jongho is a dom

He knows you have a strength kink and will use that to his advantage

Will pin you down because he can't help but watch as you squirm under him and close your legs

He will call you darling while he fucks you on full display for the boys

They all love taking pictures and videos of you all cumming and playing them back to jerk off to

Mirror sex for them is so attractive watching as everyone gets a turn fucking each other

Will definitely have you, Wooyoung, and Mingi being passed around because you're all just too gorgeous to not fuck

Please let them do as they please with you

#poly ateez #poly atz #ateez smut #ateez fluff #atz smut #atz fluff

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chapter six - a very supernatural christmas

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: Dean and you had dated for a few months before his father disappeared and his journey with Sam began. Now, having made a deal to save his brother's life and with only a year to live, Dean considers reconnecting with the only girl he's ever had feelings for. You.

Author’s Note: English is not my first language. This is my first time writing in the readers perspective, as i'm used to write oc´s.

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Henry Holloway hated Christmas. Well, he hadn't always hated them, in fact it was his favorite holiday, until his wife died on that tragic May night in 1994. From then on, Christmas became a nightmare. Everything reminded him of Laurel and Carter. Because they were both the biggest Christmas lovers, unlike you, whose favorite holiday had always been Halloween, and not just because it was your birthday.

Still, you had made sure to always celebrate Christmas so your little brother could experience a normal life. Receiving presents from Santa Claus like the rest of the kids, decorating the tree, baking cookies and watching movies. But since he was born, Peter couldn't remember a Christmas with his father. Henry always left the house during that month, leaving you and Peter alone. Well, in the care of a family friend.

"You spent Christmas with Bobby?" Dean couldn't believe your words. You nodded with a smile on your face, your arms resting on the back of the front seats of the Impala where Sam and Dean were sitting.

"Until I was 15, then I don't really know what happened. Bobby didn't come back that year nor the following and I became the adult in the house." You explained.

"That's weird."

"Something must have happened between them." Sam commented, turning to face you. You shrugged, not having an answer.

"Yet Henry called him when you disappeared." Dean pointed out.

"My father is not a hunter. I think Bobby is the only one he knows. He had no choice." You said.

You had been traveling with the Winchester brothers for almost three months. And after spending so much time with them and accepting them as part of your family, you knew that losing Dean would be much harder than you had first thought.

Now, three days before Christmas, the three of you were on your way to solve a new case. This had been the first year in a long time that Henry Holloway hadn't left his home on the last day of November. However, he was going to do it sooner or later. Peter had called you numerous times, frightened to be alone during this time of the year. You hated being away from him, and hated even more having to tell him that you wouldn't be able to make it in time to be with him on the 25th, so you had spent the last few days trying to convince your father to behave himself and stay by his side for the holidays.

So while Dean and Sam investigated and questioned the victim's family, you decided to stay at the motel so you could talk to your father.

"I know I should stay with him. But I see your mother everywhere during these days, it's like her ghost is haunting me." Henry explained as he ran a hand over his face in frustration.

"You burned her remains." You reminded him.

"Yeah, I know. But what if there's something left..."

"Dad, no ghost has shown up at that house during the Christmas that Peter and I have spent by ourselves." You cut him off. "Mom's ghost isn't haunting you. Okay? Peter can't spend Christmas alone..."

"He's 14 years old."

"Exactly, and you're his father. Act like it." You complained. "I've already spent his birthday away from him and he's spent mine away from me, don't do this to him."

"Maybe I can call Bobby..." Henry mumbled to himself, but still you were able to hear him.

"Forget it, Dean told me he was on a hunt." You said. "Dad..."

"I can't do it." He interrupted you. "I can't. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I'm disappointing you and him, but... I hear your brother's laugh from when he was little, running around the house covered in flour from the cookies he used to make with your mother. I see you, still innocent, decorating the tree while dancing to Christmas songs. Last Christmas by Wham was your favorite. And... I see her. And it hurts."

"It hurts us all."

"I'm sorry I'm not the father you hoped for."

"You are." You assured. "You were for 10 years. You still are, I know you are."

"No. That man died alongside your mother that night."

Before you could say anything to refute his words, Henry ended the call leaving you clueless as to what to do to make sure your brother didn't spend Christmas alone. An idea quickly popped into your head just as Dean and Sam began sending you the information they had gathered on the case.

With a quick search, you managed to obtain Maddie Lockhart's phone number. You didn't have any friends or family to call other than Dean, Sam and Bobby, so Maddie was your only option.

"I don't know. I told you I don't want anything to do with this." Maddie complained after hearing your request.

"You just have to spend Christmas with him. One week, until after New Year's. My father will come home then." You insisted.

"You hardly know me."

"Come on, I can read people, I'm a hunter. You're not a killer. And Peter will run all the necessary tests to make sure you're human before he lets you in the house. He's very thorough, believe me."

"Okay. I'll do it. But you owe me one." Maddie finally agreed.

"Whatever you want." You assured, letting out a sigh of relief.

After that Freya went back to research, hanging pictures of different demons that might fit with what happened in that city on one of the walls of the room, opening several of the books you had taken from your house and looking for information on Sam's laptop.

"So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" Dean asked you, carrying a brown paper bag.

"Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke." You answered, causing Sam to chuckle.

"Who?" Dean looked at you two in confusion.

"Mary Poppins?"

"Who's that?" He frowned.

"Oh, come on. I thought movies were your specialty." You frowned. "Never mind. Did you guys find anything else?"

"Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"The other guy get dragged up the chimney, too?" You frowned.

"Don't know." Sam answered. "Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof."

Dean nodded, sitting down on the couch as he turned his attention to you.

"So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with?" He asked.

"Actually, I have an idea." You admitted.

"Yeah?" Dean raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Uh, it's gonna sound crazy."

"What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to us?"

"Um... evil Santa." You replied with a nervous smile.

Dean paused, sharing a glance with his brother before turning his eyes back to you as he nodded. "Yeah, that's crazy." He stated.

You rolled your eyes, looking at Sam before getting to your feet and grabbed one of your father's books to approach Dean.

"Yeah... I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture." You explained, showing Dean some evil Santa pictures. "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter." You turned to Sam the show him the book too. "Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore."

"Saying what?" Dean asked.

"Saying... back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked."

"By hauling their ass up chimneys?"

"For starters, yeah." You looked him in the eyes as Sam took a step back as he seemed to be left out of the conversation. It was as if you and his brother had forgotten about his presence in the room as you discussed the your theory.

"So, this is your theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Well, ah – I'm just saying, that's what the lore says."

"Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa."

"Yeah, I know." You assured with a scoff. "I mean... I could be wrong. I... just... Yeah, I gotta be wrong." You looked down, turning back to the table.

"Maybe, maybe not." Dean shook his head, taking the book from your hands in a quick motion when he saw the deception in your eyes.

"What?" Sam looked at him with confusion.

"I did a little digging. Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched." Dean explained with a shrug.

"Where?"

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"This is not exactly how I pictured the North Pole if I'm being honest." You said, looking at that little event called Santa's Village where Christmas music was playing and children were running around while various employees dressed as Santa's elves were trying to entertain people. It was quite depressing. "I told you one thing, if I brought Peter here he wouldn't talk to me for a whole year. This place takes all the magic out of Christmas."

"Speaking of." Dean spoke, gaining your and his brother's attention. "We should have one this year."

"Have one what?" Sam frowned.

"A Christmas."

"That would be great." You smiled.

"No, thanks." Sam scoffed at the same time.

"We'll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little." Dean commented towards his brother.

"Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know." Sam sighed.

"What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases."

"Whose childhood are you talking about?" Sam looked at him in disbelief.

The look in his eyes was all you needed to see to realize that this subject was not a pleasant one for the younger Winchester.

You couldn't relate to it. Despite your father's absence the last few years, you had always had good Christmases. Except, maybe, the first one after your mother's death and Carter's departure. Peter was still a baby at that time and didn't understand much, which meant you didn't have to pretend to be happy and make sure he had a good Christmas experience.

"Oh, come on, Sam." Dean insisted.

"No! Just... no."

"All right, Grinch." Dean scoffed, walking away to take a better look of the place.

You turned to look at Sam, who seemed lost in thought. Truth be told, you were a little lost too, feeling once again that knot in your chest at the thought that you'd left Peter alone for Christmas. Well, not completely alone, but without his family. You just hoped he and Maddie would get along.

"You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow." Dean's voice brought Sam and you out of your thoughts

"What?" You frowned.

"Nothing. What are we looking for, again?"

"Um... lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets." You answered, looking around.

"Great. So we're looking for a pimp Santa." Dean sighed, which made you giggle. "Why the sweets?"

"Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?" You teased, moving closer to him.

"That's creepy." He stated, looking back at you.

"Yeah, I know. I just... have this tendency to try to cover everything bad with a joke or a sarcastic comment."

Dean nodded, totally understanding that.

"How does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?" Sam asked as he walked with you.

"I don't know." You shrugged, stopping and staring at the man wearing a Santa Claus costume sits outside a small barn a few feet away from where they were standing. Like the fake Santa Claus in the malls, this one let children sit on his lap to tell him the gifts they wanted to receive for Christmas.

"So, Ronny, tell me. You been a good boy this year?" Santa asked the kid who was currently sitting on his lap.

"Yeah." The boy answered.

"Good. Santa's got a special gift for you." Santa answered him as cackled creepily, which caused you to cringe.

"Maybe we do." Dean answered his brother's earlier question after witnessing that scene.

"Yeah, as if kids were actually honest when Santa asks them that." You scoffed as you watched the mother grab her son's hand to lead him away from the fake Santa.

Just at that moment a woman in an elf costume walked up to Sam, Dean and you.

"Welcome to Santa's court." She smiled. "Can I escort your child to Santa?"

"Uh..."

"No. No. Uh, but actually my brother here" Dean spoke, cutting off his brother's mumbling as he smacked him on the shoulder. "...it's been a lifelong dream of his."

The elfin girl turned her eyes to the young Winchester, looking at him like he's a freak. "Uh, sorry. No kids over... 12."

"No, he's just kidding." Sam quickly spoke, trying to clear up the situation. However, his last words caused quite the opposite. "We only came here to watch."

The girl frowned before turning her eyes to Dean and you, as you tried to hide the chuckle that was about to escape you lips.

"Eww."

"I-I didn't mean that we came here to w—" Sam tried to explain, but she didn't pay him any attention as she walked away from them. Dean turned his head towards you, and when your eyes met neither could help but chuckle at the awkward situation the olderer Winchester had put his brother in. "Thanks a lot, Dean. Thanks for that." Sam rolled his eyes in annoyance as you two continued to laugh.

"Hey, guys, Check it out." You spoke as you caught your breath, pointing to the fake Santa, who was standing up from his chair, walking with bad limp.

"A lot of people walk with limps, right?"

"Tell me you didn't smell that. That was candy, man." Dean commented when the man walked pass them.

"That was weed, dude." You stated. "I think. Had to be. That guy is definitely high. Who the fuck hired the people in here?"

"Okay, maybe you're right, but are we willing to take that chance?" Dean looked back at you. You shrugged.

No, you were not going to take it. You needed to be sure. That's why when night came you three found yourselfs inside the Impala, watching the house of the stoned and fake Santa Claus.

"What time is it?" Dean asked.

"Same as the last time you asked." Sam answered him. "Here... Caffeinate." He handed Dean a thermos.

"How come she gets to sleep and I don't?" He grunted, looking over to you as you lay on the back seats of the car.

Sam turned toward him with disbelief.

"Really? You're the one who told her not to worry, that we'd take care of it."

"Yeah, well. She looked tired." Dean shrugged, opening the thermos.

"Yeah, right." Sam scoffed.

"What?"

"Nothin'."

"Come on. What's that look for?" Dean asked in frustration.

"Nothing, Dean. It's just that you're so obvious." Sam answered, looking back at him.

"What are you talking about?" Dean frowned, trying to pour some coffee into the cup, but the thermos is empty. "Wonderful."

"I'm just saying that if you really want to keep your distance with her, you're not doing a very good job."

Dean looked up at him at his response, remaining silent for a few seconds. If he was honest his brother was right, but sometimes he couldn't help but fall into the habits of his time dating her. Besides, you were hard to ignore.

"Hey, Sam."

"Yeah?"

"Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?" He then asked, changing the subject. Sam scoffs, directing his gaze back to the fake Santa's house.

"Dean..."

"I mean, I admit it. You know, we had a few bumpy holidays when we were kids."

"'Bumpy'?

"That was then. We'll do it right this year."

"Look, Dean. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourself out. Just don't involve me."

Dean looked at him in disbelief. "Oh, yeah, that'd be great. Me and myself making cranberry molds."

"Well, I'm sure she will want to join you. She seems to love Christmas." Sam pointed to the you.

The car went silent again as they returned to watching the house. Just in that moment fake Santa, still in his red cap, but in a green tank top, looked outside and then closed his curtains.

"What's up with Saint Nicotine?" Dean frowned.

"Oh, my God!" A woman's voice was heard from the house, making the brothers jump out of the car and run to the house with their guns drawn.

At the noise, you couldn't help but wake up. You eyes immediately searching for them, seeing them enter the house with their guns in hand. Quickly you grabbed your gun and went after them. But the image you encountered was not what you expected. The stoned, fake Santa was sitting on his couch, watching what appeared to be a Christmas porn movie while Dean and Sam sang a very off-key version of Silent Night. You did your best not to laugh as you grabbed both of their arms to pull them out of the house, closing the door after.

"That went well." You sighed.

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Arriving at the Holloway house, Maddie was alarmed to find that its door was wide open. Fear almost made her run out of there, but then she remembered that a boy was waiting for her. As scared as she was to run into those two demons again, she had to gather courage from wherever she could.

However, the girl didn't expect that when she set foot inside the house, a stream of water would be shot directly into her face.

"You have passed two tests, congratulations. Now let's see how you get out of that trap, demon." Peter spoke from the top of the stairs, shooting her again with his water gun.

"Whoa, whoa. Stop!" Maddie exclaimed, trying to cover her face with her arms. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Making sure you're not a demon or some other monster. You have past the salt line. This is holy water." He explained, pointing to the gun in his hands. "Now you need to get out of there." Maddie frowned as she watched him point to the ceiling. She then looked up, finding a circle with various symbols drawn on it just above the door of the house.

"It's a demon trap." Peter explained. "Although, if you're one of them you already know that." Maddie was about to speak, but he interrupted her before she could. "Now, move and go get that silver knife over there." He ordered, pointing to her right as he shot her again with the holy water.

"Quit it. What is this, the house from Home Alone?" Maddie asked in disbelief.

"You like movies." He observed with a little smile. "I like you. I really hope I don't have to kill you." Peter admitted, turning serious once again. "Move."

"Okay, okay." Maddie accepted. "God, what is wrong with this family?" She muttered to herself.

Doing everything as the boy ordered, Maddie finally managed to convince him that she wasn't a monster. After that Peter put away his gun and the silver knife with which he had forced her to make a small cut on her hand and joined her again with an innocent smile on his lips.

"How about ordering some pizza?"

Pizza was also what Dean, Sam and you had for dinner that night before morning came and you heard the news of another attack. As usual that forced you to put on your suits and grab their fake badges so they could interrogate the victim's family.

"So, that's how your son described the attack? 'Santa took daddy up the chimney'?"

"That's what he says, yes." Answered the woman, who had a bruise over her eye from the attack.

"And where were you?" Dean asked.

"I was asleep and all of a sudden... I was being dragged out of bed, screaming."

"Did you see the attacker?" You wondered.

"It was dark, and he hit me. He knocked me out." Mrs. Caldwell said with a shake of her head.

You nodded. "I'm sorry. I know this is hard."

"Yeah, um, Mrs. Caldwell, where, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?" Sam asked her as he pointed to it.

You and Dean frowned with confusion, looking at the wreath a little puzzled by Sam's question.

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Caldwell looked at him just as confused as you two.

"Just curious, you know." He shrugged with a smile, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Forgive him, he is a just rookie and doesn't know how to follow orders." You excused him, resting your gaze on Sam. "I told you to keep quiet, remember?"

Sam wasn't amused by that, unlike Dean.

"Thank you for answering our questions." You looked back at the woman. "And we're sorry about what happened."

Mrs. Caldwell nodded as you left the house.

"Wreaths, huh?" Dean asked his brother as you walked back to the car. "Sure you didn't want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer."

"We've seen that wreath before, Dean."

"We have?" You frowned.

"Dean and I, yes. At the Walshes'. Yesterday." Sam answered.

"I know. I was just testing you." Dean smiled making Sam scoff.

"Okay, but what does a wreath have to do with the case?" You looked at them with confusion. Sam shrugged.

"I don't know, but it was the exact same wreath. It's a connection between victims, it's worth a look."

"Fine." You shrugged getting inside the car.

Back at the motel, Sam was on the phone with Bobby while Dean cleaned the guns and you tried to contact you father. At least you knew your brother was okay, as Maddie had texted you the night before to confirm that you had arrived at the house. Accompanied by a threat that if Peter didn't behave himself she would end up killing him. She clearly wasn't serious, but she was close to it.

"I swear I will kill him. He just had to stay with his son for the holidays, is that so hard?" Dean looked up at you and watched as you slammed your phone down on the table. You looked back at him then, your eyes full of exhaustion and disappointment.

Unfortunately, Dean and Sam knew exactly what it was like to spend Christmas without their father, and certainly, though the kid was a pain in the ass, Dean didn't exactly wish that on Peter.

"Yeah, all right. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks, Bobby." Sam spoke before hanging up the phone. "Well... we're not dealing with the anti-Claus."

You grunted, resting your forehead on the arm you had over the table. Dean sighed as he watched the state you were in.

"What did Bobby say?" He asked his brother as he turned to him.

"Uh, that we're morons." Sam answered, sitting next to you, which make you look up at him. "He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths.

"Wow! Amazing." You answered sarcastically. "What the hell is meadowsweet?"

"It's pretty rare and it's probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore." Sam said, looking at his laptop.

"Pagan lore?" Dean frowned.

"Oh, I know that one." You raised you hand.

Sam looked at you with confusion before answering his brother.

"See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifice. It was kind of like a... Chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human."

"Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?"

"It's not as crazy as it sounds, Dean. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is pagan."

"Christmas is Jesus's birthday." He pointed out with confusion.

"No, Jesus's birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the Church and renamed 'Christmas'. But I mean, the Yule log, the tree, even Santa's red suit – that's all remnants of pagan worship." You explained, letting your head fall back.

Sam and Dean shared a look at that. The younger one especially confused by your attitude, as he hadn't heard about the situation with your father.

"Wow, you really are a smarty, aren't you?" Dean smiled with amusement.

"Don't call me that." You harshly complained, looking back at him.

Dean looked at her startled by her reaction. "Okay, I'm sorry. But how do you know all that? What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny's Jewish?" You rolled your eyes at his worlds as Sam stayed silent. "So you think we're dealing with a pagan God?" Dean then turned to his brother.

"Yeah, probably Hold Nickar, God of the winter solstice." Sam answered, looking down at his laptop.

"And all these Martha Stewart wannabes, buying these fancy wreaths..."

"Yeah, it's pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying 'Come kill us'."

"Great."

"Huh... When you sacrifice to Hold Nickar, guess what he gives you in return." Sam spoke again.

"Lap dances, hopefully." You chuckled at his answer.

"Mild weather." Sam corrected.

You frowned, looking out the window. "Like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan."

"For instance."

"Do we know how to kill it yet?" Dean asked.

"No, Bobby's working on that right now. We got to figure out where they're selling those wreaths."

"You think they're selling them on purpose? Feeding the victims to this thing?"

"Let's find out." Sam exhaled.

After visiting several Christmas decoration stores, you finally found the one that had sold those wreaths. From what the shopkeeper had told you, a woman named Madge Carrigan made them and gave them to him for free, saying that they were special. He had taken it upon himself to sell them, this time charging for them, and that is how they had arrived at the victims' houses.

"How much do you think a meadowsweet wreath would cost?" Dean asked, turning on the light as they walked back into the motel room.

"A couple hundred dollars, at least." Sam answered.

"This lady's giving them away for free? What do you think about that?"

"Well, sounds pretty suspicious." You said, sitting down on the couch as you checked the messages on you phone.

Dean and Sam nodded, taking off their jackets and siting on the edge of their beds.

"Hey, Sammy, remember that wreath Dad brought home that one year?" Dean asked his brother.

"You mean the one he stole from, like, a liquor store?" Sam frowned as you looked up at them with curiosity.

"Yeah, it was a bunch of empty beer cans." Dean explained to you when he noticed your confuse expression. "That thing was great. I bet if I looked around hard enough, I could probably find one just like it."

"Sounds cool, I guess..." You didn't exactly know what to respond.

"All right. Dude... What's going on with you?" Sam frowned, looking back at his brother.

"What?"

"I mean, since when are you Bing Crosby all of a sudden? Why do you want Christmas so bad?"

"Why are you so against it? I mean, were your childhood memories that traumatic?"

"No, that has nothing to do with it." Sam shook his head as you began to feel a little out of place. You nerves increasing at the lack of messages or calls from your father or Maddie.

"Then what?"

"I-I mean, I-I just... I don't get it." Sam admitted. "You haven't talked about Christmas in years."

"Well, yeah. This is my last year." Dean pointed out, causing a knot to settle in your and his brother's chests.

Sam sighed, looking down.

"I know. That's why I can't." He finally admitted.

Dean's face turned confused at his little brother's words.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I mean I can't just sit around, drinking eggnog, pretending everything's okay, when I know next Christmas you'll be dead." Sam explained. "I just can't."

After that Sam left the room claiming he was going to get some dinner. Dean couldn't help but let out a sigh, glancing down at his hands before raising his gaze back up to you.

"You are not gonna say anything?"

"What do you want me to say, Dean?" You asked with confusion. "Honestly, I'm too focused on my own family problems to be focused on yours."

"Yeah, about that... Did your dad call you?" Dean asked with honest interest.

"I think he's avoiding me." You let out a sigh. "And I have this friend with Peter..."

"The same one you went to visit in Salem?"

You paused, narrowing your eyes.

"Is there something you want to say to me?"

"I know you were lying." Dean stated taking you by surprise. "I don't know what you went to do in Salem, but I know you weren't going to visit an old friend."

"It's none of your business."

"Some old boyfriend? Maybe a hook up budy? Friend with benefits?" He asked with a smirk.

"You're an jerk, you know that?" You said without amusement. "You and Sam aren't the only ones with family problems, you know? Maybe he's right and you should stop talking about Christmas, because this one's definitely the worst. Although I'm sure next year's will be even more so for him."

With nothing more to say, you stood up, grabbed your bag and headed for the bathroom, slamming the door behind.

Dean stayed there, sitting on the edge of his bed. Everything he did or said seemed to mess everything up even more with his brother and you. The only consolation was that maybe this way his death wouldn't affect you two as much. But that was a stupid thought and deep down he knew it.

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The next day was not very productive for Sam, Dean and you, who all you could do was visit the woman who made the wreaths. Although the visit did serve to confirm that her and her husband were the ones causing the attacks. At least it seemed obvious to you because of their obvious weird energy with their meadowsweet and peanut brittle, their old-fashioned cardigans and their whole aesthetic of an old couple stuck in the 50's. Nice and happy.

After that you could only do more research and wait for Bobby to tell you three how to stop them.

Peter and Maddie however did have a much more productive day. Maddie was growing fond of the boy, who had dragged her to the nearest mall for last minute shopping, begged her to make Christmas cookies and tricked her into playing with some rubber-bullet guns around the house. If she was honest, she hadn't had this much fun in years. Peter reminded her why for years she had longed for younger siblings.

"I win. Again." Peter said, lowering his gun as the rubber bullet hit the Maddie's shoulder.

Maddie grunted with annoyance. "How are you so good at shooting?"

"My sister started teaching me when I turned eight."

"Your sister taught you how to shoot real guns?" Maddie looked at him shocked. Peter nodded, taking the plastic gun from her hands to put it away alongside his own.

"She wanted me to be prepared in case any monsters showed up at the house or if I encountered any." He explained. "She also made sure I brought a knife to school and taught me martial arts. I can teach you if you want."

"No, thanks. Hunting is not my thing." Maddie admitted with a nervous smile.

"And what is your thing?" He asked curiously.

"Photography."

"Why?"

Maddie shrugged. "I don't know. If you take the perfect picture at the perfect moment, you can live a moment over and over again. You can cherish the little gestures and little moments for a lifetime."

"Too deep for me." Peter sighed "But I guess I get it. I want to be a movie director."

"That's cool. But it's also deep."

"Yeah, I guess. Although my thing would be horror or fantasy films. I know a lot about monsters."

"I can see that." She smiled. "Are you hungry?"

"Sure. What's for dinner?" He asked.

"Well, it's Christmas Eve and my mom had this tradition of making a turkey with mashed potatoes and apple pie for dessert. How about that? The turkey's in the oven." Maddie explained as she headed to the kitchen being quickly followed by him.

"My sister and I usually have ice cream while watching a Christmas movie after dinner, can we do that too?"

Maddie turned to him with a slight smile on her lips, appreciating that he hadn't complained about her plans.

"Of course."

"Great. I'll go get the movies." He said enthusiastically.

"You should also call your sister." Maddie reminded him before he ran off upstairs.

Peter stopped on his tracks letting out a sigh.

"Yeah, you're right." He admitted, approaching the wall phone. However, you weren't in a very comfortable position to answer his call at that moment.

After Bobby informed you that the way to kill the pagan god was wooden stakes, Dean and you had made sure to set them up while Sam learned that the old married couple had lived in Seattle last year where two similar attacks had occurred.

The house looked perfect, decorated for Christmas and smelling of freshly made food and cookies. Everything seemed normal, until you reached the basement of the house. Where you found bones covered with blood in a large bowl and many other disgusting things. The whole basement looked like a butchery room rather than a storage room. And it was there that the couple took you three by surprise, knocking all three of you unconscious.

Now your phone was buzzing in your pants pocket as you lay on the kitchen island, still unconscious. Your hands and legs tied, preventing you from moving while Sam and Dean sat back to back in two chairs beside you, struggling with the ropes that held them.

"Hey. Sweetheart, you need to wake up." You could hear Dean's voice in the distance. With your eyes still closed and dazed, you tried to turn your head toward his voice. Dean grunted as he kept trying to get free from the ropes around his wrists, watching as you grimaced in pain when you moved.

"Dean?" You asked in a quiet whisper, still not opening your eyes.

"Yeah, is me, sweetheart. I'm right here. We're here." He assured.

"You okay?" You asked, slowly opening your eyes.

"We should ask you that." Sam answered, giving you a slight smile. You tried to return it, but your whole body ached with every movement. "I guess we're dealing with Mr. and Mrs. God." Dean nodded. "Nice to know."

In that moment the kitchen door opened and the Carrigans came waking in, dressed in colorful Christmas themed sweaters.

"Ooh, and here we thought you two lazybones were gonna sleep straight through all the fun stuff." Madge giggled.

"Miss all this? Nah, we're partiers." Dean cockily replied.

"Isn't he a kick in the pants, honey?" Mr Carrigan looked at his wife before turning his gaze back at him as he smoked his pipe. "You're hunters, is what you are."

"And you're pagan gods. So, why don't we just call it even, and go our separate ways?"

"What, so you can bring more hunters and kill us?" He laughed. "I don't think so."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before you went snacking on humans, now, huh?" Sam commented.

"Oh now, don't get all wet." Mr. Carrigan rolled his eyes.

"Oh, why, we used to take over a hundred tributes a year and that's a fact." Madge spoke, putting a napkin on Dean's lap before doing the same with Sam. "Now what do we take? What, two? Three?"

"Hardy Boys and their girlfriend here make six." Her husband pointed out.

"Now, that's not so bad, is it?"

"Well, you say it like that, I guess you guys are the Cunninghams." Dean answered, smirking at his own comeback.

"You, mister, better show us a little respect." Mr. Carrigan said, looking back at him.

"Or what? You'll eat us?" Sam raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Carrigan was about to answered him but his wife's voice interrupted him. "Oh, honey, don't try so hard. It's no use." Madge said as she noticed how you shifted, struggling with the ropes on your wrists trying to get loose while letting out slight grunts of pain with each move.

"Don't touch her." Dean stated, clenching his jaw.

"Well, guess we've just figured out whose girlfriend this young lady is." Mr. Carrigan commented, stroking your cheek. You looked up at him threateningly.

"I will kill you." You declared. Mr. Carrigan raised his eyes, sharing a glance with his wife at your response.

"What a mouth you have, young lady." Madge said, approaching you with a knife and bowl in her hands. "I think you need to learn some manners."

"All I need is a wooden stake. I'm going to enjoy driving it into your hearts, believe me." You replied, clenching your jaw.

Without missing a beat Madge slid the knife down one of your arms, collecting your blood in the bowl. You couldn't help but grunt in pain at the piercing sensation. But still, your tolerance for it was impressive. Especially for the couple of Pagan Gods, who were used to the cries of despair. But unlike their other victims, you had already experienced a situation similar to that and it had been much worse.

Dean screamed your name with desperation. "Leave her alone, you sons of bitches! I'm going to kill you."

"Hear how they talk to us? To Gods?" Mr. Cardigan looked at his wife. "Listen, pal, back in the day, we were worshiped by millions."

"Times have changed!"

"Tell me about it. All of a sudden, this Jesus character is the hot new thing in town. All of a sudden, our–our altars are being burned down, and we're being hunted down like common monsters."

"Maybe because you are." You replied.

"But did we say a peep? Oh no, we did not." Madge continued, ignoring your words while her husband added something to the bowl of blood. "Two millennium. We kept a low profile; we got jobs, a mortgage. Wh-What was that word, dear?"

"We assimilated." He replied.

"Yeah, we assimilated. Why, we play bridge on Tuesday and Fridays. We're just like everybody else." She spoke as she took another bowl and the knife to sliced up Sam's arm.

"You're not blending in as smooth as you think, lady." Dean answered, clenching his fists as he heard his little brother screaming in pain.

She ignored him as she stood in front of him to slide the knife down one of his arms. "This might pinch a bit, dear."

"You bitch!" Dean screamed out.

"Oh, my goodness me! Somebody owes a nickel to the swear jar." She looked at him with offense. "Oh, do you know what I say when I feel like swearing? 'Fudge.'"

"I'll try and remember that!" He panted making her smile.

"You guys have no idea how lucky you are." Mr. Carrigan said, picking up a pair of pliers. "There was a time when kids came from miles around, just to be sitting where you are."

You turned to look at him as you noticed how he stood at your left side, holding your hand. Panic invaded you as you remembered the most painful and terrifying night of your life. It was then that Mr. Carrigan's face seemed to change into your own older brother's for a few moments. Confused, you blinked several times. For a brief second, it seemed as if you had returned to your home, to that night in 1994 when everything changed.

"What do you think you're doing with those?" You looked at the tool once you came back to reality. But Mr. Carrigan didn't respond, he just smiled at you. A shiver ran down you spine.

Watching that scene play out before his eyes Dean turned to Madge. "You fudging touch her again and I'll fudging kill you!"

"Very good!" The woman smiled.

"No. No. Don't." You looked at Mr. Carrigan with panic when you understood what he was going to do. For the first time that night, you felt the pain for real. You body ached since you had been knocked unconscious, but this was much worse. Though nothing compared to what Carter had done to you. A scream left your mouth when Mr. Carrigan pulled the nail of your index finger.

"Oh, we got a winner!" He said, holding up the nail.

"What else, dear?" Madge asked him as they put all the ingredients in the bowl and stirred them.

"Well, let's see. Uh, fingernail, blood. Oh... Sweet Peter on a popsicle stick. I forgot the tooth." He laughed.

"Merry Christmas, guys." Dean said, making Sam and you groaned. Mr. Carrigan picked up a different time of pliers and walked towards Dean.

"Wait! Wait!" You exclaimed. "Take one of mine."

"Aw, how cute, protecting her boyfriend." Madge commented, looking at her husband.

"Please." You insisted while Dean shook his head. "I can take the pain."

"We know, honey." Madge assured. "But we actually like the screams."

"Open wide... and say, 'Aaah.'" Mr. Carrigan grabbed Dean's chin.

Despite trying to resist, Mr. Carrigan managed to put the pliers into Dean's mouth. Then suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Somebody gonna get that?" Deas asked with the pliers still in his mouth. Madge and Mr. Carrigan looked at each other. "You should get that."

"Come on." Mr. Carrigan rolled his eyes before leaving the kitchen with his wife. At that, Dean couldn't help but sigh in relief and run his tongue around his teeth.

To their luck, the two gods had left a knife on the island countertop, just inches from your left hand. But Sam and Dean had more experience getting loose from ropes, handcuffs and chains, so before you could reach the knife they had already broken free.

"You're a little slow, sweetheart." Dean walked over to you, starting to undo the knots in the ropes on your wrists while Sam did the same with the ones on your ankles. "'Take one of mine', really?" Dean whispered, holding you by the waist to help you down.

"Oh, leave it. I was trying to save you the pain." You sighed, putting an arm around his neck to steady yourself.

"And keep it all for yourself?"

"Well, I've had worse." You admitted, turning your head toward him. It was then that you noticed the short distance between your faces, causing you to gulp nervously. You could feel his breath against your lips, his body against your, how his muscles tensed at your touch, how his eyes roamed your face.

"Hey, lovebirds." Sam snapped you two out of your daydream, opening the other kitchen door so you could get out. "Come on."

Dean nodded quickly, following him into the hallway of the house as he helped you walk.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." You said, releasing your grip, but Dean kept his arm around your waist, hesitant.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah. It's okay. I promise." You smiled reassuringly at him. Sighing, Dean took a step back, letting go of you.

"Now, where were we?" Madge spoke as she and her husband walked back into the kitchen. A gasp escaping her mouth when she noticed that Sam, Dean and you were no longer there.

Splitting up, each of the Winchester brothers closed the two kitchen doors. You staying with Dean and dragging a drawer to the door as the Carrigan's started banging on the door, trying to escape. When you two finally managed to block the door completely, you both rushed to join Sam so you could help him hold the other door.

"What do we do now? The evergreen stakes are in the basement!" Dean exclaimed.

"Well, we need more evergreen, Dean!" Sam answered with obviousness as you rolled your eyes, stepping back and looking around the room they were in, the main living room of the house.

"I think I just found us some more." She spoke, looking at the Christmas tree.

"Good idea." Sam admitted. "Dean, help me get this." He pointed to a cabinet. Dean nodded and help him pushed in front of the door. Meanwhile you snapped a couple of branches from the tree to use as stakes.

Suddenly the house fell into silence. The brothers and you couldn't help but share a look of confusion as you tossed them two of the stakes. Just as Dean caught the stake in his hand, Mr. Carrigan appeared out of nowhere and tackled him. Madge walked behind her husband, straight toward you.

"You little thing." She growled, her face momentarily distorting to her true form. "I loved that tree."

Sam raised his stake but Madge hit him so hard he crashed into the couch and onto the floor. You moved quickly towards her, pushing her far from the young Winchester and thrusting the stake into her heart.

"Madge!!!" Mr. Carrigan screamed, stopping the punches he was throwing at Dean. You pushed the stake deeper and she groaned, falling to the ground, dead. Meanwhile Dean toke the opportunity and hit Mr. Carrigan, stabbing him with his stake. He screamed in pain before Dean pulled out to stabbed him again. Mr. Cardigan then thumped to the ground, next to his wife, dead.

Helping the Winchester brothers get to their feet, you sighed with relief.

"Merry Christmas." Sam said looking at you and Dean with a brief smile on his face.

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After what had happened that night, you just wanted to take a shower, change your clothes, call your brother and go to sleep. It was Christmas Eve, but your Christmas spirit seemed to have disappeared. What the pagan gods had done to you had reminded you of that 1994 night. Even in the warm, comforting shower, every time you closed your eyes you felt like you were back home being chased by your older brother.

"Hey, sweetheart, do you want something particular for dinner?" Dean's voice could be heard through the bathroom door. Your rooms were adjoining, so he must have wandered into yours.

Turning off the water, you stepped out of the shower. "No. Whatever you bring will be fine. Thank you."

"Okay. I'll be back in 20 minutes." Dean was about to leave, but stopped short before doing so, leaning against the bathroom door with his eyes fixed on the floor. "Are you all right?"

The question took you off guard. Your hands shaking slightly as you wrapped a towel around your body.

"Yes." Your voice came out shaky. "I'm fine."

Dean knew you were lying, but decided not to insist. "Listen, uh... I'll buy something and when I get back I'll patch you up, okay?"

You nodded not realizing he couldn't see you.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you get me something for my headache too?"

"Sure."

"Thanks." A hint of a smile tugged at your lips, but it quickly disappeared.

After hearing the door close, you reached into the sink to grab your phone. Your father had not yet returned your calls or messages, but you did have several texts from your little brother.

Leaving the bathroom, you dialed his phone as you sat on the edge of your bed. "Are you okay? Did something happen to you? I'm going to kill those..."

"Hey, hey, hey. I'm all right." You cut him off. "It's okay. You don't have to kill anybody." You reassured him. "How are you? How are you doing with Maddie?"

"Fine, I guess." He shrugged. "I still miss you."

"I miss you too, kiddo."

"You know, Maddie's agreed to watch a movie with me. And we're going to eat some ice cream."

You smiled wistfully. "Sounds like the perfect plan."

"It would be if you were here." Peter admitted sadly. "What are you and those idiots going to do tonight?"

"I really don't know. I'm really tired." You answered.

"Come on, it's Christmas Eve."

"Yeah, I know. I know." You sighed. "I don't know, maybe I'll watch a movie too."

"Great. Tomorrow you tell me which one. I love you." Peter said in a hurry as he watched how Maddie had just put the movie on the TV.

"I love you too." You answered. "Say hi to Maddie for me."

"Yeah, sure. Bye." He said a quick goodbye before hanging up and leaving you alone in that motel room, just as you had been before calling him.

You knew Peter was right. You couldn't stay all depressed and alone on Christmas Eve. Sam might not want to celebrate the holidays, but Dean sure would want to take a walk with you and celebrate together.

What you didn't expect was that after getting dressed and walking through the door connecting your and their room, you would find Dean and Sam already celebrating Christmas. A very improvised celebration due to the cheap decorations that had been put up.

"I brought you what you asked for." Dean spoke as he saw you enter the room, holding up a bag. You turned to him, giving him a slight smile of gratitude though still confused about the whole situation.

"Ah, uh... I thought it would be nice to celebrate Christmas." Sam explained when he saw you confusion. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I know it's not much..."

"It's perfect. I love it." You assured him.

Sam smiled. "I brought some movies too."

"And there's ice cream in the fridge." Dean added making you look at him with confusion.

"You bought me ice cream?"

"I know you love it. It's not your favorite flavor because they didn't have it, but..." You cut him off as you wrapped him in a hug.

"Thank you. Thank you both." You spoke, hugging Sam this time. Both brothers couldn't help but share a look and smile at your reaction.

"We also have gifts."

"You do?" You looked at them with surprise as you separated from Sam. Dean nodded. "I... I have something for you too." You admitted then. "I didn't know if I was going to be able to give them to you because Sam here seemed so sour about Christmas, but... I'm going to get them."

You quickly left the room and returned just a few seconds later with two small packages in your hands.

Sam and Dean gave you their gifts first, both of which they had bought quickly at a gas station store, but for you they turned out perfect. Sam had gotten you a book so you wouldn't get bored in the back seats of the car during drives while Dean had won you a stuffed animal in one of those claw machines. Their gifts were so them that you couldn't help but smile with amusement.

"I love them." You assured. "Now it's my turn. They might be a little more personal, and you might think it's stupid, but..."

"Freya." Dean interrupted you as he noticed how you started to wander.

"Sorry, sorry. Here you go." You handed them the packages.

As they opened them, you decided to start explaining the reason for them. "Years ago my brother made me one of those braided bracelets out of purple fabric." You showed them the bracelet on your wrist. "The next year I made him one with a different color fabric. It turns out that this fabric is a special kind. In some cultures they believed it provided protection from darkness and evil. I thought red and blue would be your colors. You don't have to wear them. It's stupid..."

"We love them." Dean interrupted you. "Right, Sammy?"

"Yeah. They're pretty cool." He assured you.

You looked at them doubtfully, but smiled slightly as you watched them put them around their wrists.

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hi hi! My first time here

I just saw your headcanon about ace fearing authority figures because of what happened at nrc and, bro, please let me give you a hug,we must share the same braincell

I think a great angst potential no one uses is the fact that after book 2 ace suffered 3 betrayals in a row

Like floyd, his club mate, who ace thought was just a weird guy and had fun with every once in a while helped his housewarden deceive and basically enslave him, his friends and a whole lot of students, all with a grim on his face and showed not even a hint of remorse after

then he receive an s.o.s from his friend and uses his money and and break time to basically cross the world to see if they were ok, only to discover they had to fight someone having a magic psychotic breakdown, again, but for the first time him and deuce weren't on their side

and it was his other clubmate that did it, the chill, responsible and reliable jamil that used mind control, deceived and basically held his friends hostage before trying to kill them, and again no apologise

Then there's vil, i think he gained at least a little respect for him in that month,seing how he started to resolve things with epel made him think he wasn't as much of an asshole, and then vil tries to murder neige and overblots, at least he apologised after

I woulsn't be surprised if Ace developed trust issues TM

And you're so right about the kidnapping part, another thing that happens a lot is him being separated from his friends and they being in danger, like endless halloween is the lightest case, he was worried the whole night thinking something happened to them but they were fine

Then there's book 4 and 6 and they couldn't be there for yuu, and styx is a nightmare, in vargas camp that overblot monster would have literally killed deuce if they didn't come back, he was going to run out of magic eventually, if they waited more they would find his dead body there,and there was the whole glourious masquerade situation were he would only discover after it was over, and playfull land hoo boy playfull land

and i think the what if's, the idea he could not arrive in time, that he could get there too late and find his friends death,sometimes haunt him

There's also the fact that it's always mentioned him, deuce yuu and grim are aways together, and considering how the main story went and and the duration of the events i think we can assume they never get separated for than a few days, you can say since they first school day they ever passed a week apart and i would believe it

so all this horrible situations happening when they aren't together is just...man i'm a sucker for angst, i want to see ace havin a slightly separation anxiety, like at first it just looks like he is being clingy and also teasing them "you guys are trouble magnets, i can't take my eyes off you for a second ", but they were already blued by the hips so no one, not even deuce or yuu, bats an eye

Them another event happens and he has to stay behind, and lets assume all the other events here somehow also happened, at first he tries to act normal and others think he is just mopping because he couldn't go(and is lonely they know him well), but then by the 5th day they can see he is super stressed, but still trying to not show it

Until he can's control all the intrusive thoughts about what could be happening there, about how they could be on the brink of death and he wasn't there to help, and ace is fallen on the floor and a trembling mess, the senpais have to sit and calm him down, and it only really stops after they call deuce and he manage to chat a little with the group and see everthing is ok

He begs the senpais to not them this to anyone because he is embarassed, the senpais are just worried as hell

SEPERATION ANXIETY ACE IS MY FAVOURITE ACE!!! I love seeing fanart of him pouting about not being able to attend events that all his other friends are attending

I can imagine him getting really touchy and subconsciously holding hod friends hands whilst walking and they all love it too much to point it out and go along with it.

(Of course if any of the other senpais try and hold his hands he slaps the hand away lmao)

Ace finding out about the masquerade Halloween event and he spends 3 months making Rollo's life a living nightmare without any break or pause in between, just ruining everything for him, whether it be the bell, gargoyles or food, he will ruin it

Eventually he stops because NBC sends a letter to NRC to stop harassing their students lmao

#twisted wonderland #ace trappola #rollo flamme

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DAY 2: “You really did this for me?” "I made one for every single person I love, but your is the one I did first because you were the first I thought about."

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Fall has finally arrived.

You have been waiting months for this moment, and finally looking out the window you can see the first trees turning orange. The air has grown colder, and the rain more frequent. You smile as you bake your second pan of cookies, having spent an entire afternoon making snacks to eat this evening at the movie night being held at your and Steve's house. You have just moved in and thought there was no better way to inagitate than to have an evening with all your closest friends.

You didn't realize, too immersed in your thoughts that in the meantime your boyfriend had entered the house, with bags full of Halloween decorations and candy.

Steve watches you hum David Bowie's "Starman" while icing the last of the cookies and can't help but smile. He still doesn't understand how he was lucky enough to get your love after being treated very badly in high school, believing he was king of the world at the time. Years later, when you met again and together with all your friends managed to survive the upside down, he apologized a billion times for how he had treated you and asked if there was any way he could make it up to you, and you, after thinking about it a few days told him that maybe there was a way, and he was taken out to dinner after going to the movies to see the new movie with Winona Rider, "The Heaters."

By the end of that date you had kissed each other passionately in the rain, just like in one of those old movies you saw as a child with your mother. It had been just perfect, and you hadn't been able to help but say yes to going out one more time with him, and one more time until you decided to get a house together, and try to see how living under the same roof would go.

You turn around and see Steve looking at you as he smiles at you, and you can't help but smile back. You wipe your hands on your apron before taking it off and walking over to your boyfriend, and hugging him as he lays a gentle kiss on your hair. You breathe deeply of the scent of his sweater, impregnated with the perfume you bought him the Christmas before, thinking it particularly suited him. You remain a few moments in silence, entwined in the middle of the kitchen, you with your head close to his warm chest, and he with his chin resting on your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Eventually he is the one who breaks the silence.

"Baby, you made cookies for an army." He comments, looking around and seeing that everywhere there are cookies popping up as far as the eye can see.

"Harrington don't talk nonsense, this is barely enough to feed you and your brown bear metabolism that needs to hibernate." You respond jokingly as you punch him lightly in the chest.

You break away from the hug, starting to comment aloud about how there were still a lot of things to prepare before your friends arrived, when you feel a hand settle on your wrist, and you feel the boy draw you back to him.

He looks at you seriously enough to scare you, and immediately you think something bad is going to happen.

"Steve, you're scaring me." He comments, since he had not yet uttered a word after bringing you back to himself. With one hand he strokes your face, then runs his thumb over your lips. Suddenly he comes closer and leaves a light kiss on your lips, then asks you to wait for a second in that room with your eyes closed. You are increasingly confused, but nevertheless you nod and close your eyes, waiting for the boy to return.

You hear noises, as if something has fallen down the stairs, and then a few seconds later you hear Steve enter the kitchen. With your eyes still closed, you giggle, hiding your smile with your hand.

"Did you fall down the stairs?" Ask amusedly.

"I was in a hurry, and it's no laughing matter, I got discreetly hurt." Says Steve, but you hear him chuckle anyway. "You might as well open your eyes now honey." He continues, to leave a kiss on your cheek.

You open your eyes, and see the man you love smiling, a little breathless and his forehead a little red, being probably where he fell, however, what you are curious about is that he is hiding something behind his back. You move closer to leave a kiss on his forehead.

"So you get over the pain right away." You say smiling, as you would to a child.

"The best painkiller in the world." The boy replies, smiling.

Then slightly you move to look at what he is hiding, but he moves ahead of you and moves as well.

"No peeking." Your boyfriend takes you back, as he gestures for you to sit down, with a smile. You see him take a deep breath, before he starts talking again. "So, I was actually going to give you this present for Christmas, but I can't wait any longer, and anyway I think it might be useful to you already, and I'm always in time to give you another one as a present, so here, I hope you like it." He says quickly, as he moves the mysterious object in front of your eyes, and you can't help but be shocked by what's in front of you.

Steve holds in his hands a sweater, handmade, in your favorite color. Immediately you feel the tears forming in your eyes, unable to control them, as you take that still perfectly folded object from his hands and bring it to your nose, feeling that it has both his scent and the smell of your favorite perfume, and you can't help but dip your face into it, before turning back to look at your boyfriend, who has meanwhile been silently watching you, with a smile.

"Did you do that?" You ask unsurely, and he merely nods as he scratches the back of his neck, as if almost embarrassed.

"Did you really do this for me?" Ask again, not believing that a person could spend so much time doing something for you.

"I made one for every single person I love, but yours is the one I did first because you were the first I thought about." He says, looking at you, then continues. "Because you are the person I love most in the world." He finishes, kissing you softly on the lips. You can't help but drop a few tears as you thank him, and return those affirmations of affection, but Steve is apparently not out of surprises.

"But you still need to see why I can't wait a second to show you." He says, arranging a strand of hair behind your ear. "Open the sweater, and read what it says." He continues, and you confusedly do as he asks.

You raise your arms and spread your sweater like a cloth between you and your boyfriend, and immediately you feel your eyes about to pop out of their sockets as wide as you open them.

On the sweater, clearly and prominently are a few simple words that take your breath away.

<<WILL YOU MARRY ME?>>

You feel your heart stop for a moment as you pull down your sweater to look Steve in the eye, to ask him if he is serious or a joke, while in your brain you can't process a thought that wasn't totally steeped in the joy of seeing those simple words written on that gift made with so much love. Steve is no longer where I was a few seconds ago, though; he is now kneeling before you, a ring in his hand.

It's not exactly the brightest or the biggest ring you've ever seen, but at the same time you're convinced it's the most beautiful ring in the world.

You fall to your knees in front of him in your turn, still holding the sweater in your hands, clutching it to your chest as you look at him. Tears now run down your face relentlessly, but you can see that his are getting wet, too.

"I love you, I've always loved you, but somehow I was so stupid and blind that I didn't realize it. When I realized it, I was convinced I couldn't have even a shred of hope, but you were always too good and gave me another chance. At first I couldn't believe my luck, so I made up my mind and realized that I had to treat you like the queen you are or I would lose what someone up there gave me. I love you, and selfishly I cannot do without you. I've been thinking about officially asking you to be mine for months, nay years, but each time I tell myself that it's not the right time and that you deserve everything to be perfect, but enough is enough, I love you too much to wait just one more second, so would you do me the honor of being my wife?" Steve asks you through tears, having held them back throughout his speech. You can't help but hold back your joy, and with the sweater still clutched between your fingers, you throw your arms around his neck, sweeping him off his feet.

"Yes, a thousand times yes idiot, you don't even have to ask." You respond with a whisper in his ear as he pulls away slightly to place the ring on your finger. Looking at your face, he runs a hand under your eyes and wipes away your tears, before kissing you passionately.

You kiss back, and then you remain tightly embraced on the kitchen floor, locked in your own little bubble of happiness, as you forget about the world little by little, until a voice brings you back down to earth.

You both turn around and see all your friends looking at you worried or scared. Eddie still has what spare keys you gave him in his hand.

"You weren't responding, so we came in because we were afraid something had happened to you." Dustin says, on behalf of everyone. "But are you okay?" Max asks, increasingly confused by your happy expressions.

"Never better." Steve replies, leaving a kiss on your forehead, and you can't help but smile, only increasing your friends' curiosity.

#hauntedwitch04's writing #becky's favourites #becky's halloween party #halloween party #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fluff

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eventinelysplayground · 15 days ago

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A Simple Night

Kinktober Day 31: Free Day!

Pairing: Azel x Emma

Happy Halloween and last day of Kinktober everyone! This has been quite the fun adventure for me, I surprised myself along the way and also learned a few things/patterns about the way I write smut. Am I better at it now? Maybe, I'm definitely more comfortable with it though. I still have a few fics to post to complete the 31 days as I had a lot going on this month and just could get to posting every day. The 5-6 missing fics will be posted by the end of day Nov 4th. I don't know a lot about Azel but he does intrigue me in a I can't decide if I want to know more about you or strangle you kind of way. I'm not entirely sure this is a kink or if it is what it's called but it's definitely something that turns him on and it's a free day so I'm running with it. A trip into town has Azel reflecting on his feelings for you. NSFW so minors do not interact. WC approx 1592.

Azel disliked going into town, that's why he normally had you run errands for him, but today he had a specific reason. He wanted to find something special to surprise you with on the night before your wedding. Being both a living God and a prince had its advantages, one being his access to items of all kinds from across the continent but nothing among the numerous trinkets and jewels felt right. So here he was wandering the streets in a hooded cloak searching for the seemingly unfindable.

As he was stopped outside another store with nothing his attention was grabbed by a group of intoxicated men talking a bit too loudly.

“I still can't believe it.”

“I still can't believe he couldn't find a woman here especially at how many were falling at his feet. Most of them were real lookers, what's that little girl got that our ladies don't?”

“I don't care where she's from, I'm just happy for the holiday."

“Yup, not every day that a God gets married.”

“I still don't see what's so special about her, she's pretty plain looking if you ask me.”

“Who cares!”

“Maybe what's so special about her is something on the inside.”

“Or something inside the sheets, who knows what Rhodolitian women are willing to do.”

“Or to have done to them!”

“Makes you wonder what kind of kinks a living God has.”

The men began laughing and Azel shut his eyes letting out a deep breath as he did so.

Disgusting, I'll have to remember their faces for later.

It was late when Azel returned and he wasn't surprised to have entered his room to see Emma sitting at the window looking out at the stars. He removed his cloak and laid it carefully on a chair so as to keep the tiny package within it safe and well hidden.

“What's this, no greetings or welcome home for your living God?”

Azel saw Emma jump slightly at his voice before she turned towards him.

“Azel, welcome back!”

Emma bounded over to him and practically jumped into his open arms, wrapping her arms around his back and squeezing him tightly.

“Better, but it doesn't quite make up for it.”

Azel reached down his long fingers curling around her chin as he lifted it upwards.

“I'm sure that you can think of something though, unless you want to become indebted again?”

A radiant smile lit up Emma's face as she shook her head and reached up pressing her lips to his in a loving kiss that ended all too quickly.

“Hmm a little short but I'm a benevolent God so I'll accept it, this time anyways.”

Azel kissed her cheek as her arms slackened around him.

“Did you have a good trip into town?”

Azel grumbled slightly before burying his face in the crook of Emma's shoulder.

“I managed to acquire what I was looking for so in that way I suppose it was good. The people though…”

He let out a huff and Emma placed her hand on the back of his head and stroked his hair.

“Did they recognize you?"

“No.”

Though perhaps it may have been better if they had the. I then wouldn't have had to be subject to their increasingly crude assumptions on just what a living God and his lover get up to in bed.

“I just find the people taxing nothing more.”

Azel kissed Emma's neck then pulled away from her. He could see on her face that she suspected there was more behind his words but she didn't pry.

“How about I make you some tea? That always helps me to relax.”

“If you wish.”

Emma beamed up at him, a perfectly innocent smile filled with nothing but the desire to see him happy.

“Okay, I won't be long.”

He watched as she left the room still smiling and with light hearted steps.

“She really is much too kind hearted.”

Azel smiled to himself as he got ready for bed and waited for Emma's return. He was standing by the window looking out at the night sky when he heard her enter. He watched her set the tray of freshly brewed teas down from the corner of his eye.

I suppose those men weren't entirely wrong.

Azel began closing the distance between him and Emma but stopped an arm's length away.

“I prepared it just the way you like it.”

She went to hand him his cup but he shook his head.

“I've changed my mind about the tea, let's go to bed.”

“Oh, okay if that's what you want.”

Azel reached out a hand to Emma which she gladly took and he led her over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and Emma continued walking but he didn't release her hand and she was yanked slightly back towards him. She turned towards him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he said nothing. Instead he tugged on her hand bringing her back to him.

“I thought you wanted to go to sleep?”

“I said I wanted to go to bed, not sleep.”

“Oh.”

Azel laid back on the bed pulling Emma with him so that she was on top of him. He lifted his hand and ran his fingers through her hair and around the shell of her ear.

How did I ever let myself fall under such a strong curse?

He moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her into a passionate and needy kiss. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and hers immediately responded, chasing and twining with it just as he craved. Her hands that had been resting on his chest began to move over his lithe and athletic body and a burning heat inside him followed them.

His own free hand began to caress along her spine and he felt her shiver beneath his touch. It never ceased to amaze him how her body responded so quickly and so intensely to his touch and he wanted more. He gripped Emma's waist and sat up quickly holding her tightly to him. The quick movement threw her off balance and she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. His hands moved swiftly to the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up and off her in one quick smooth motion before he let it fall onto the floor.

He trailed his lips and fingers over her now exposed flesh and she moaned with pleasure. Her hands moved down to his chest undoing the buttons on his nightshirt. Following his lead she brought her lips to his collarbone and kissed along it.

“Whoa!”

As quickly as he had sat up Azel laid back down bringing Emma with him. He held her body close to his as he kissed her over and over. The feel of her soft, naked body against him was enough to have him at her mercy. Each kiss, each playful nip, each needy moan made his hunger for her grow.He rolled her over onto her back and pushed her leg up running his hand along her thigh.

“Azel.”

Emma's voice was lustful but also filled with love.

That, that is what she does for me. That is what I can't get enough of.

Azels hunger was too much now and he was thankful she hadn't worn any underwear tonight. He made quick work of removing his pants not wanting to be away from her. He slid his tip along her wet folds and her head fell back as her breath hitched in anticipation.

He leaned over her and kissed her as he guided his cock inside her. She wasn't as wet as she could be and the added tightness made him softly groan against her lips. He started out with slow shallow thrusts as he kissed his way down her throat to her breasts. His tongue swirled around one of her hardened nipples and her back arched.

“Nngh!”

She was wetter now and he was able to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. He'd delighted in many pleasures in his life but none compared to making love to her. Their bodies moved in sync together, each instinctually knowing what the other craved.

“Azel.”

Emma's legs wrapped around him tightly and her fingernails raked lightly along his shoulder blades. He kissed his way back up to her lips before devouring them in a famished kiss. Even with her mouth occupied she couldn't contain her moans and she let them out into their kiss. When their lips finally parted he looked into her clear eyes and what he saw reflected in those eyes made him smile.

What the men in town had said was true he'd had any number of gorgeous women throw themselves at his feet but they all disgusted him. When he would look into their eyes he would see the same things reflected there, a prince, a living God, prestige, wealth, plots or schemes, sometimes even hatred. In Emma's eyes though? In her eyes he didn't see a prince, or living God or any ulterior motives. He saw love, love for the man he was underneath it all.

“Ahhh!”

Emma's cries and the feeling off her walls tightening around his cock brought Azel out of his thoughts and back to the moment.

God how I'm addicted to your love for me, I love you Emma.

Azel pressed his lips to Emmas as she succumbed to her pleasure but this kiss wasn't hungry or needy, it was filled with love. The love of just a man for one incredibly simple yet extraordinary woman.

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nightghoul381, @nani-nani-nani, @floydsteeth.

#kinktober 2024 #ikemen prince #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri #ikepri azel #ikepri smut #azel radwan

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tomfoolies · 15 days ago

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selfshiptober: tomja edition days 28-31

WE'RE DONE. 31 DAYS OF TOMJA ALL FINISHED. WHAT?? i can't believe an entire month has passed and i managed to spend pretty much all my evenings writing these little snippets. more thoughts and stats to come later but. have these last 4 fics <3 you're a real champ if you've read even just a few of these along the way and i APPRECIATE IT A LOT!!!

28. brush

He wakes before he really needs to, but instead of going back to sleep he turns to look at her. Last night ended with him curled up by her side, tucked under her arm, but they've drifted apart during the night.

On her side of the bed (it does something to him that they have their sides now) she's curling into herself, almost as if aware of being watched — subconsciously shielding herself from being perceived. Her expression even when asleep is one of focus, bordering on restraint. Taking her time letting her guard down. He can't reprimand her for that.

Before he can think about it, he reaches over to graze her cheek. His touch steady but hesitant, her skin soft and cold from the night. He's being selfish, perhaps, with no consideration for her sleep, but he blames it on finally getting to do something he's wanted to for a long time now.

She rouses slowly at first, then blinks at him, her expression softening when she comes to. Shuffling closer until her forehead touches his chest, she wraps her arm around him. He's certain she can hear the blood rushing through him, feel his heart skip and stumble.

29. pumpkin

Her favourite, the one she uses the most, cultivates it without the fear of ever getting bored of it. Usually said with great fondness and affection, pride for coming up with it in the first place. Occasionally with the possessive determiner, just to make sure everyone knows who she's talking about. That's my Tomfoolery for you.

Trying to keep the moment light, whenever he's feeling particularly stressed or anxious and she's giving him a gentle reality check. But she makes sure to say it sincerely nevertheless, usually with a grounding touch. Hey, Tomathan. It's gonna be fine.

Specific moments with this one; when she wants to compliment him casually, when she's fixing his attire or when she's drunk and feeling playful. Often paired with her favourite touch of affection, a quick pat on his cheek before she reaches up for a kiss. A long, lingering look. Hold still, pretty boy.

These she reserves for those times when the conversation between them has turned otherwise wordless and she knows there's enough space for them. She'll say them sparingly so that they'll feel different. Sighing them into his shoulder, whispering them into his hair. I know, baby. Such a good boy.

30. flowers

On one of those rare days when Tom goes to work before Sonja, she takes her time in the morning. Leaves the dogs to snooze the day away, and instead of her usual ride she decides to take the subway like she always used to. An almost nostalgic reminder of the time before they started dating and her use of New York's public transportation system was far more regular.

It wasn't as exciting as she remembered; loud and lackluster, crowded yet strangely lonely, a great distance between each commuter. She sighs in relief when she gets to step into the Waystar building. The grey dullness and invisible separation continues here, but it feels much more contained, more professional. Something she's accustomed to handling.

When she finally makes it to her desk and sets her bag down with a sigh, she notices it.

A whole bouquet of carnations. Her favourites. She doesn't have to check the little tag to know who they're from.

A simple, bright spot in the mundane. She smiles to herself, glances around; everyone else still lost in their own routine, unaware of these tiny ways the monotone and the jaded feels special, even if just for a moment.

31. halloween

The beige suit with the double pockets, his stupid white midlife-crisis sneakers, wings of scrappy but soft feathers. Only the halo is missing to complete the look, but she can imagine it easily enough. A little bit crooked most likely, but it'd only add to the atmosphere, the allegory of it all.

She might have a thing for him pretending to be something he's not. Being seen by others the way she sees him when she's got the rose-coloured glasses on, in all its over-romanticized devotion.

Or maybe she just likes seeing him dressed up, in her favourite suit of his. Getting to stand next to him in her devil-horns and maroon outfit. Pretending to not notice the glances from the other quests. Neither of them big on celebrating this particular holiday, but when the opportunity arises...

But things are getting a bit boring. So she hides her invitation for a private meeting in his office from the people around them in a calm, casual whisper. She doesn't miss the familiar yet thrilling flash of desire in his eyes when he catches onto her idea.

She smiles smugly to herself as she leaves him behind with a lingering touch. Eager to get this angel to fall from grace.

#self shipping #self ship #selfshiptober #selfshiptober 2024 #corporate affairs #my creations #suggestive #< for 29? i guess...?#I MISSED IT. IT'S like 2 AM NOW. but in my defense these were very tricky. and i was at a party until midnight..... LMAO #but i wanted to post these before going to bed. and i think it shows. they feel quite corny LOL. forgive me for that...#also i hope everyone gets 29. pumpkin like the petname..... might be a stretch but once i got that idea into my head it wouldn't leave <3 #back to your regularly scheduled tomposting in the coming days... we'll see when i post my next fic. might take a while :P

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cutedisneygirl · 3 days ago

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Love Online Chapter 31

Warnings: there is some sexual talk in this chapter. Just talk nothing actual happens. You can skip that part if you don't want to read it. And sorry this chapter is a little long.

A few months have gone by, and it is now October. Merida and Chris have been facetiming but have not seen each other for about month. Chris has been busy with lots of meetings, but he will be coming to North Carolina for Halloween. Merida begged him to go to a party her friend is having. They are dressing up as Belle and the prince. It's Thursday, the week of the party. The party is that Saturday and Chris told her he would come on Friday. Merida has just gotten out of the shower. She was cleaning up after a long day of work. She has just put on her pjs and walks into her living room and freezes.

"Bradly! What are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"Your door was not locked."

"Your lying! I always lock my door."

"Fine. I broke in. I know how to break locks."

"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be near me."

"I had to see you! I hate you put a restraining order out on me!"

"Well, I didn't want you near me!"

"Mer come on." Bradly stands up from the couch.

"Bradly don't!"

"Mer, I just want to talk to you."

"Well, I don't want to talk to you!"

"Please." He starts to walk closer to her.

"Bradly! Stay away from me!"

"Please Mer, I miss you. I want you back!"

"I've already told you; I've moved on and I'm engaged."

"Yeah, to Chris Evans! I can't believe you!"

"What do you mean?"

"How can you date a celebrity? You're always going to followed around and in the spotlight. You will never have any privacy and he will only cheat on you! Celebrities can't comment they always end up cheating!"

"That's not true! And Chris would never cheat on me!"

"You don't know that! He of course would tell you he wouldn't, but he would be lying!"

"How dare you!"

"Mer, listen to me. I made a mistake. I regret everything that happened. Please just give me another chance. Please." He says walking closer again.

"No! Stay away from me!"

Merida runs to the door and opens it and runs out. Bradly follows her. She pulls out her phone. She sends a message to Chris.

Merida-Please call me

She runs across the street and Bradly follows her and grabs her arm

"Merida please listen to me. You don't deserve him. I love you! I would never cheat on you. I want you back."

"Get away from me!" She screams and jerks her arm away and backs away. Her neighbor hears the screaming and sees what is going on and calls the police. A few minutes later the police show up.

"You called the cops!"

"No, I didn't call them but I'm glad they are here."

"Mam what seems to be the problem?"

"I have a restraining order out on this person, and he broke into my house."

After getting the information they need they look her up and find the restraining order. They handcuff Bradly and walk him to the police car.

"This is not over! Do you hear me! I will make your life a living hell! You will never be happy with him!"

"That's quite an actuation Mr. I would watch I say." The police officer says putting him in the car and then turning back to Merida.

"Are you okay Miss? Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine thanks."

Then he drives off. Merida gets back into her house and is shaking. She pulls out her phone and sees Chris has not answered her or even seen her text. She heads to the bathroom. She pulls out her phone once again and calls Chris. He answers on the second right.

"Babe. I just saw you texted me what's wrong?"

"Chris, I need you." She cries.

"Babe, what's wrong? What happened?"

Merida starts to cry again and begins to shake.

"I need you, please."

"Babe, you're scaring me. What happened?"

Merida just cries. "Babe, tell me what happened."

"Please Chris."

"Okay I'm on my way. I love you. We will talk when I get there."

Merida sniffs and just says back "okay."

Chris hangs up, Merida continues to cry and shake then sits down on the floor in the bathroom in front of the tub. She lays her head on her knees and continues to cry and shake. About a few hours later Chris knocks on the door but he gets no answer.

"Babe, it's me." He knocks again.

But still, no one answers the door. He tries to open the door and finds it unlocked. He finds that strange, Merida always locks her door. He runs into the house.

"Babe!" He runs through the house then to her bedroom. He sees the light on in her bathroom. He rushes to the bathroom and sees her on the floor.

"Babe!" He rushes to her and squats down in front of her and places his hands on her legs.

"Mer, babe."

Merida looks up at Chris and is still crying.

"Babe, what happened?"

"Bradly."

Chris pulls her into his lap. "Mer, you're shaking. Tell me what happened."

"I had just gotten out of the shower, and I walked into the living room, and he was sitting on my couch."

"What! How did he get in? I thought you keep your door locked. Which it wasn't when I got here."

"I did, and I know I forgot to lock it back I was in such a panic. But Bradly said he knows how to break locks and got in. He said he missed me and was sorry for everything that happened and wanted me back. I told him I had moved on and was engaged. He said he knew and went on and on about you being a celebrity and how I would have no privacy and I would always be in the spotlight and that you would only cheat on me, how celebrities can't commit and...."

Chris takes her face in his hands. "Babe, listen to me. I love you. I will always love you. I would never ever cheat on you!"

"I know you wouldn't. I trust you. Bradly just...I then ran outside, and he followed me and grabbed my arm. My neighbor must have heard me screaming and called the cops. They showed up and took him away, but as he was getting in the car he screamed back, this is not over! Do you hear me! I will make your life a living hell! You never be happy with him!"

"Babe, I promise, I will not let anything happen to you. I promise. Once you move in with me after we are married, whenever you decide your ready then I can..."

Merida sniffs and says "Speaking of moving in. I want to move in as soon as we are married."

"Really? You mean you..."

"I'm scared Chris. I don't want to be alone anymore."

"Oh babe." Chris holds her tight.

"I think I might see if I can move in with Tiffany or my dad till the wedding."

"That sounds like a good idea. I know you don't want me to move in here till then."

"No, my dad would kill me. He would never approve. I am still his little girl no matter how old I am."

"I know. I understand that I respect your dad. We will work it out. It will be okay. Wait a minute, so where was the security that was watching you?"

"I don't know. I didn't see them anywhere!"

"Hang on." Chris pulls out his phone and makes a call.

"Chris, what's up?"

"Is the security still watching Merida?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Because Bradly just showed up at her house, he broke in and threatened her and even grabbed her. A neighbor called the police."

"What! They are supposed to be there. Let me check and see what's going on. I will call you back."

"Okay, thanks."

Chris hangs up. "Brad is going to check and call me back. I don't understand why they weren't here."

Merida held on to Chris. She was still shaking a little.

"Babe, it's okay. I'm here. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I promise. Why don't we go sit on the couch? It would be more comfortable than this hard floor."

"Okay."

Merida pulls back. Chris stands up and holds out his hand Merida takes his hand; he pulls her up and they walk into the living room and sit on the couch. Merida snuggles up next to Chris.

"Chris?"

"Yeah."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure babe, you can ask me anything."

"When you..." she pauses and looks down and bites her lip.

"Babe, what is it? When I what?"

"When you have to kiss someone when you..."

"Mer, look at me."

Merida looks back at Chris.

"You never have to worry alright? Nothing will ever happen. I will always..."

"I know. I didn't mean that. I wasn't thinking anything would happen. I just wondered..."

"Wondered what?"

"Does it feel like you're cheating? Is it hard kissing someone else when you are acting?"

"Mer, babe. I love you. I don't like kissing anyone but you, but I have too sometimes unfortunately. No, I don't like it, I hate it actually. It does feel like I'm cheating on you a little, but I remind myself I'm only acting. You must remember that. If you ever see anything, if you see a picture of me and a girl, please talk to me about it. Pictures might get leaked before they are supposed to, and I don't want you jumping to conclusions."

"I promise I will always come to you first. I trust you, Chris."

"Good. I love you so much babe, with all my heart and that will never change." He says then leans in and kisses her softly on the lips.

Just then Chris's phone rings. He sees it is his manager.

"Brad. What did you find out?"

"One of the security guards received a text that someone broke into Merida's classroom at work, so they headed there."

"What!"

"Chris, what is it?" Merida asks.

"Hang on Brad."

Chris covers the earpiece and tells her what Brad says.

"What! That's crazy."

"I know. But could..."

"No, we have camaras around the building and an alarm, if someone broke in the alarm would go off."

Chris goes back to his call and tells Brad what Merida said.

"Well, I don't know. That is what one of them told me. He said they got there though, and nothing had happened and then..." Brad pauses. "Hang on I just got a text."

There is a pause then Brad comes back. "Chris, one the security guards just told me their Instagram account was hacked. They said that's how they got their number and think it was Bradly."

"What!"

"They said they were able to figure it out. They told me when they got back to Merida's house the police were leaving and they didn't see Merida anywhere."

"Did they check on her?"

�� "They said they knocked on the door but got no answer, so they just figured she had fallen asleep that there weren't many lights on in the house."

"Okay thanks Brad."

Chris hangs up.

"What did he say?"

Chris tells her everything Brad told her.

"What? Bradly hacked into their Instagram account and.... Oh my gosh! He won't stop! He meant what he said. What if he finds a way to do what he said and keep us from getting married and he..."

"Babe, hey," Chris says taking her hand with one hand then the other cupping her face. "Listen to me. Nothing is going to happen. I promise! I won't let it."

"But..."

"Babe, I promise. I will double security if I have to. You will be safe I promise."

Merida nods. "I guess I better ask Tiffany now about staying with her."

Merida pulls out her phone and calls Tiffany.

"Mer! Hey what's up?"

"Tiff, could I stay with you till the wedding?"

"Uh...I would say yes but Matt and I are moving in together and I am moving to his house."

"Oh! Well, that's great."

"Thanks. Can I ask what happened? Why did you ask to move in?"

Merida tells her what happened.

"Oh my gosh! That's horrible! I'm glad Chris is there now."

"Me too."

"Maybe I can ask Matt if..."

"No, it's okay. I will ask my dad. I know he will let me. Thanks. Love ya. I will talk to you later."

"Okay. Love you too."

Merida hangs up and looks at Chris.

"She said no."

"Well, she said she and Matt are moving in together and she is moving to his house."

"Oh."

"So, I have to ask my dad. You know what that means."

"What?" Chris asks.

"We won't be able to sleep in the same bed when you come to visit."

Chris laughs. "Unless you sneak like you did last time."

Merida laughs. "Yeah, but I'm afraid I might eventually get caught."

"I'm teasing babe. It's okay. Ask your dad. I just want my girl safe."

Merida smiles and calls her dad.

"Well, hey princess. I wasn't expecting to hear from you this late."

Merida looks over at the clock, its 10:00 pm.

"I'm sorry. I need to ask you something."

"Sure. What's up?"

"Can I move in with you till the wedding?"

"Why? What happened?"

Merida tells him what happened.

"Oh, my goodness, princess are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Chris is here now. But we both think it would be better if I wasn't alone."

"I agree. Do you still have the security?"

"Yes, they are still here."

"Okay, of course princess. You know you're always welcome here."

"Okay I will pack enough clothes until the wedding and move on Monday after work."

"Just let me know when you get off and I will come help you."

"Okay. Thanks Daddy."

"Your welcome princess. I love you."

"Love you too."

Merida hangs up. "Okay I am moving in with my dad on Monday. He is going to come help me after I get off work."

"I could help too."

"You will still be here?"

"I was planning on leaving Tuesday."

"Oh okay. Sure thanks."

"Your welcome babe. Why don't we go to bed. I'm sure your tired."

"Okay."

They both get ready for bed and then climb in. Merida snuggles up next to Chris and it does not take her long till she is sound asleep. The next day they spend relaxing just watching movies and playing board games. On Saturday Chris fixes breakfast and then after cleaning up they relax watching a movie till time to get cleaned up and ready for the Halloween party. Merida gets ready in her room and Chris in the spare room. Merida walks into the living room just as Chris is coming out of the bedroom. He sees Merida and smiles.

"Wow babe, your beautiful!"

"Thanks, your handsome too."

"Thanks. You ready to go?"

"Yep."

They climb into Merida's car. Chris insists on driving, he told Merida to tell him where to go. It did not take him long to get to the house. He pulls into the driveway. Which was already full of cars.

Merida looks at Chris who is staring off in front of the steering wheel and gripping the steel well.

"Chris, are you okay?"

Chris takes a deep then slowly let's go and then looks at Merida. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Is this too much for you? I'm sorry. Maybe this was a bad idea. I'm sorry I should have..."

"Hey babe, it's okay." He says, turning and looking at Merida.

"You're panicking and it's my fault."

"Babe," Chris says taking her hands. "It's okay. I'm fine. You're with me. I will be fine."

"Are you sure? We can go back home and..."

"No, let's go. I'm okay."

"You're sure?"

"Positive." He says smiling.

"Alright."

They climb out and Chris takes Merida's hand, and they walk up to the door. Merida knocks on the door. Miranda opens it.

"Merida, Chris! Oh my gosh you're so cute! Come in."

Chris and Merida walk in still holding hands.

"There is food and drinks on the counter. We will be playing some games in a little bit."

"Okay." Merida says.

Merida and Chris walk to the counter. Chris grabs a beer and Merida grabs a bottle of water.

"Mer!" Tiffany says running up to her and hugging her. "Omg I love your dress! You're so beautiful!"

"Thanks. I love your costume."

"Thanks. Matt is around her somewhere."

"Guys we are ready for the first game." Miranda says.

They all head into the living room and find a seat. Chris and Merida sit on the couch. Tiffany sits in the big arm with Matt. She sits on his lap. Miranda sits next to Merida on the couch. The other couple who are there sit in the other chair across from the couch.

"Okay first game is 21 questions. Mer, you're up first. What is your most wildest dream?" Miranda says.

"Umm..." Merida blushes and bites her lower lip.

"Come on answer it." Miranda says.

Merida continues to bite her lower lip and looks over at Chris. "Come on babe, what is it?"

"Yeah Mer, tell us." Tiffany says.

"Dreaming about my honeymoon night." She says really fast.

"What was that? I didn't catch that." Miranda says.

"I said dreaming about my honeymoon."

"Oh, do tell!" Tiffany says.

"Was this recent? About Chris?" Miranda asks.

Merida bites her lower bit and nods her head. Chris smiles and leans towards her and whispers in her ear "Tell me later, I can make it happen."

"Chris!" Merida says playfully smacking Chris's arm.

"Okay Mer your turn to ask someone."

"Matt is what Tiffany's best feature?"

"Hmmm. I will have to say her personality. She's funny and always knows how to make to make laugh and cheer me up when I am down."

"Aww."

"Okay this is for Chris. What is your most wildest dream?" Matt asks.

Chris looks at Mer. "Umm I have had so many." He laughs. "But most recent one was imagining what would be like when I marry Merida and our honeymoon night and all I would love to do to her."

"Ooo, wow." Tiffany says. "I have one. Merida, what is your favorite thing about Chris?"

"His smile and eyes. I could get lost in his eyes."

Chris smiles. "Thanks babe. Your sweet."

"What is your favorite thing about me?" Merida asks Chris.

"I love your smile, I also love how innocent you are, but your so kind and sweet and so understanding."

"I got one for Miranda," the other girl in the room asks who has been silent this whole time.

"Okay."

"If you could go back and live any moment again, would you and what would it be?"

"The day I met my Chris. That was the best day of my life. He couldn't be here, but he wanted to be. He ended up having to work last minute."

"Aww I'm sorry girl." Merida says.

"It's okay. Mer. Same question I was asked."

Merida smiles. "The day Chris took me to Disney for the first time." She says, looking at him smiling.

"That was the best day! That was also when we had our first kiss."

"I know." Merida smiles.

Chris leans towards her and gives her peck on the lips.

"Okay you too. Chris, your turn. What is your biggest regret?" Tiffany asks.

"Hmm, not meeting Merida sooner."

"Aww, Chris." Merida says hugging him.

"Babe, what is your biggest regret?"

"Dating Bradly."

Chris grabs her hand and squeezes it.

"Okay Chris, what is your favorite sexual position?" Matt asks.

"Umm, doggy style."

Merida bites her lower lip and looks down at Chris's hand that he is still holding her.

"Tiffany, where is the craziest place you've ever had sex?" Chris asks.

"My parents bed."

"What! Seriously? Omg!" Miranda says.

"Yeah, Chris, same question." Tiffany says.

"Public restroom, girls' bathroom."

Merida glances at Chris and bites her lower lip.

"Miranda, do you prefer receiving or giving oral?" Chris asks.

"I can't do this anymore." Merida lets go of Chris's hand and walks out of the room and heads outside to the backyard.

"Mer," Chris says.

"Let her go Chris. She's embarrassed and this is getting too much for her. Let's finish. Miranda answer the question." Tiffany says.

"Receiving. Giving is too hard for me. I always ended up gagging. Chris same question."

"Both."

"Tiffany, do you kiss on the first date?" Miranda asks

"Yes."

"Chris, do like annal sex?" Tiffany asks.

"Yes. Miranda, do you put out on the first date?"

"Sometimes."

"Matt, have you had phone sex?" Chris asks.

"Yes. Lots of times with Tiffany especially as of recently." He smiles. "Chris, have you ever jerked off to a picture of Mer or an ex?"

"Yes."

"Which?"

"Both. But the ex was of course before Merida."

Everyone laughs. "Of course." Tiffany says.

"Matt, what would your favorite fantasy of Tiffany be?" Chris asks.

"Ooo umm to have her tied to my bed and she lets me have my way with her and she is blind folded."

"Really now baby?" Tiffany asks.

"Yep."

"Wow. I'm sure Merida would never let me do that."

"You never know she might once you get to her trust you and get past her embarrassment and innocence." Tiffany says.

"I better go check on her."

Chris gets up and heads outside where Merida is sitting on the grass watching a squirrel running up a tree.

"Babe," Chris says sitting down next her.

"Hi."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I just couldn't take anymore. I didn't like the direction that game was going."

"I know. I'm sorry. We are done now you can come back in."

"Chris?"

"Yeah?"

"When did you have sex in a public restroom in a girl's bathroom?"

"Uh...it was long before you."

"I know that, but when?"

"Why?"

"I just..."

"Babe let's not go there. I don't mind telling you, you know I would tell you anything, but I don't want to upset you. Let's not bring up the past alright?"

"Okay." Merida looks at the tree again.

"Babe," Chris says grabbing her hand.

Merida looks at him. "What?"

"You, okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Promise?"

"Promise. Let's go back inside."

Merida stands up and Chris stands and takes her hand, and they head back inside.

"There you two are." Miranda says.

"I thought maybe Chris was living out your fantasy already!" Tiffany says.

"Tiffany!" Merida says.

"I was just kidding. Relax."

"Why don't we play the next game? It's a game Merida will love." Miranda says.

"What game is that?"

"Disney charades."

"Oh fun!" Merida exclaims.

"I thought you would like it. Let's do teams. Merida you and Chris be a team. Tiffany you and Matt are a team and then Amanda you and Phillip can be a team."

"How about you? Whose team are you on since Chris isn't here?" Tiffany asks

"I won't play."

"Oh no come on, you got to play!" Tiffany says.

"She can be with Phillip. I'm not good at charades," Sara says.

"Are you sure?" Miranda asks.

"Yep. Is that okay sweetie?"

"Sure, that's fine."

"Alright Merida how about you and Chris go first?"

"Alright."

Merida draws a card and smiles. "Okay Chris, guess the movie."

"Alright."

Miranda starts the timer

Merida stands in front of the mirror that is in the living room and looks at it.

"Uh..."

Merida then hunches over and makes her hands into claws.

"Babe, I really have no idea. I need more clues."

"Come on Chris!" Merida looks around then looks at Chris and smiles and points at her chest.

"Your chest? What?"

She points again at her chest, smiles and then points to Chris's chest.

"Oh! Beauty and the Beast!"

"That was cheating!" Tiffany says.

"How was that cheating? She gave good hints, and he didn't get it. I knew what she was doing. I didn't have a real rose." Miranda says.

Merida smiles and sits down next to Chris. "I'll got next." Tiffany says.

She stands up and grabs a card. "Okay ready." Miranda starts the timer.

Tiffany takes off her shoe and then runs away.

"Uh...Lost shoe."

"Matt! It's a Disney movie!"

"Uh..."

"Come on Matt! I know it!" Merida says.

"Of course, you know it! You're a Disney freak!"

"Hey!" Merida exclaims.

Tiffany then takes her shoe and goes over to Matt and takes his foot and takes his shoe off and attempts to put her shoe on him.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"Uh..."

"Time!" Miranda says.

"I can't believe you didn't get that. It was Cinderella."

"Oh! Right. I've not seen that movie in forever."

"Alright it's my turn. Merida will you do the timer please?"

"Sure." Merida takes the timer.

Miranda draws her card. "Okay I got it."

Merida starts the timer. Miranda attempts to sing then pats her throat.

"Umm, I know it! Give me another hint." Phillip says

Miranda picks up the fork off the coffee table and starts combing her hair.

"Little Mermaid!" Phillip exclaims.

"Yes! Okay Mer it's back to you."

"Chris you go this time."

"Oh gosh. I'm not going to be good at this. Okay."

Chris stands up and picks a card. He rubs his hand over his face.

"You ready?" Miranda asks.

"Uh...hang on I need to get something from the kitchen."

Chris goes into the kitchen and looks around for a bit then comes back with a pan.

"What is the pan for?" Merida asks.

"You will see. I'm ready now."

Miranda starts the timer. "Okay go."

Chris points to his crotch then to the pan.

Merida and Tiffany bust out laughing. "Oh my gosh Chris!"

"Do you know the movie?"

"Peter Pan?"

"Yes! I knew would get it! That's my girl."

"Your crazy." Merida says as he sits back down beside her.

"Yes, but you love me." He smiles and kisses her.

"Alright Tiffany, it's your turn."

"Matt, you get this one. I'm not any good at this. I don't really know Disney movies."

"You can do it. Maybe Merida can help you."

"No, that would be cheating." Chris says.

"Chris, it would not. Don't be mean." Merida says.

Matt stands up and draws a car. He thinks for a minute.

"Do you got it Matt?" Merida asks.

"I think so."

"Okay I'm starting the timer." Miranda says.

Matt pretends to hold an umbrella up and fly away.

"Umm I need another hint."

"I don't know what else to do."

Merida gets ready to stand up, but Chris puts his hand on her leg. "Babe. Don't help him! We are winning right now."

"Chris! Come on."

"Let him figure it out."

"Come on Matt!" Tiffany exclaims.

Then he starts dancing and puts a foot on the coffee table then steps back.

"Uh..."

"Time."

"Mary Poppins!"

"Oh! Now I get what you were doing."

"I can't believe you didn't get that."

"Sorry."

"One more and this is for the win." Miranda says. "Phillip want to try?"

"Sure."

Miranda hands the timer to Merida. Phillip stands up and draws his car

"Got it."

Merida starts the timer. Phillip holds his hands up in the air.

"Uh..."

"Oh, come on that is the biggest hint!" Merida says.

"Babe, shh!"

"Give me another one." Miranda says.

"Umm. I don't know what else to do."

"Chris can I please help him?"

"No! Cause I know you will give him a hint that will help them."

"Your mean."

"I am not."

"You are!"

"Babe."

Merida frowns at him. Then Phillip gets down on the ground and acts like he is hanging off a cliff by using the coffee table.

"Uh...I feel like I should know this. It's.... it's."

"Time!" Merida says.

"Lion king." Phillip says.

"I knew that. I about said that."

"Why didn't you? We could have tied."

"I know. Merida and Chris win."

"We might not have if Chris had let me help."

"It's okay. It was just for fun. And helping wouldn't have made it fair." Tiffany says.

"Any more games Miranda?"

"No unless you want to go old school and play truth or dare?"

"Sure, that would be fun!" Matt exclaims.

"No!" Merida says fast and loudly.

"Why not?" Matt asks.

"I've had enough of that game. I've played it a lot lately and with Tiffany and Miranda and especially you Matt. No way!"

"You don't trust us?" Tiffany asks.

"Being honest no."

"Well, it is late. Maybe we should call it a night." Miranda says.

Merida then yawns. "I am getting tired."

"Oh, we never did the best costume. Hang on." Miranda says.

Miranda then leaves the room and comes back in carrying pieces of paper.

"Write down who has the best costume. for couples. I don't count."

"Why not?" Merida asks.

"Because Chris isn't here. I only threw this together last minute."

Everyone wrote down the vote and then handed their piece of paper to Miranda. She opens up the pieces of paper. "One vote for Chris and Merida. Another vote for Chris and Merida. A vote for Tiffany and Matt, Chris and Merida, Tiffany and Matt last one Amanda and Phillip. Chris and Merida are the winners." Here is your trophy

"Thanks Miranda. This was fun, well except for that one part."

Miranda laughs, "Sorry we embarrassed you Merida. We were just having fun."

"I know, it's okay. I'm a wimp and innocent, naïve girl."

"No, you're not." Miranda says.

"Yes, she is!" Matt says.

"Matt!" Tiffany says smacking his arm. "That's not nice."

"But it's true she is! She's still a virgin and can't even joke about doing things! Chris, I feel for you man. You're going to have one hell of honeymoon!"

Tiffany smacked his arm again. "Ouch! Baby stop hitting me."

"Stop being mean! You don't know all that she has been through."

Merida remains quiet and just bites her lower lip. Chris looks over at her and takes her hand.

"We will see you guys later." Chris says and starts walking with Merida to the door. He opens the car door for her and after she is in, he walks around and gets in the driver's side. He looks over at Merida. She remains quiet and just looks down at the trophy she is holding in her hands and bites her lower lip. Chris reaches over and takes her hand.

"Babe, you, okay?"

"Just drive home Chris."

Chris sighs and drives back to Merida's house. Once he reaches the house, he turns to Merida who doesn't move.

"Babe."

Merida doesn't say a word. She opens the car door, grabs her purse, and carries the trophy. She waits for Chris who has the keys. Chris walks up and unlocks the door. Merida opens the door and heads in. She puts her purse and the trophy on the island. She then starts to head towards the bedroom.

"Babe, talk to me." Chris says grabbing her arm.

"Chris, let go of me! I don't want to talk. I just want to go to bed!"

Merida then leaves the room. Chris sighs. He doesn't know if he should just let her go or go after her. Dixie then runs into the room. Chris looks down at her.

"Hey girl." He says squatting down and patting her head. "What should I do girl? Should I go after her or let her be?"

Dixie looks up at him and turns her head to one side.

"I feel bad, I feel like it's all my fault. I should have said something or made it stop before it got out of hand. They were so mean to her. Her own friends. She does not deserve that."

Chris sighs once again then looks towards the bedroom and debates at what he should he do. Should he let her be and sleep on the couch or should he go and try and talk her and comfort her.

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