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seospicybin · 3 years ago

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DARK RED.

PART I

Chapters: PART II / PART III

Changbin x reader. (s, horror, thriller)

Part I of Seospicy's Halloweeen special. (4k words)

Content warning: Blood.

The house is big enough to host a hundred or so guests, but why are they were hunched up real close to each other is a mystery to you.

You’ve been walking around the house trying to find any scene where you can insert yourself. You walked to the kitchen to refill your plastic cup with a spiked fruit punch that was meant to resemble blood.

Even though your cup was still half full, you took the ladle from the bowl and filled your cup to the brim to make it seem like you were occupied with something which made you seem less pitiful.

You leaned against the counter, eyes looking around the array of people in their Halloween costumes, you didn’t need to know if you knew any one of them, they were already strangers even without their costumes on.

You were about to take another walk around the house when you realized a pair of eyes following you, he smiled when he knew you had been acknowledging his stare on you.

You gave a friendly smile at him, and he took it as an invitation to come over to you.

“I think I’ve never seen you around here before,” he said the moment he stood by next to you, leaning his side against the kitchen counter.

“I rarely go out,” you answered, “actually, it’s the first time I came to a party,” you shyly admitted.

"Where do you live?” He asked with eyes darted back from your chest back to your face.

“I live near the creek, the last house on the left.” You answered.

“The one with the glasshouse?” He asked.

You nodded.

“I’m Changbin, by the way,” he stuck out his hand to you.

You smiled at him then took a little sip of your fruit punch. You almost spat out your drink at him.

The drink tasted like alcohol spiked with fruit punch rather than the opposite. A drop of fruit punch spilled out of the corner of your mouth. He was quick to wipe it with his thumb.

“you looked like a vampire rather than a goddess,” he jokingly said, “I am the Dracula here,” he showed his costume to you.

You giggled in response.

“Let me guess,” he scanned your costume up and down and back to your face, “you must be Aphrodite!”

Changbin missed the dark color of your Grecian dress, yet you stifle a nod at him while wiping down your chin with the back of your hand.

Changbin laughed a victorious laugh for guessing your costume right, “if you wait, I’ll get you something better,” he offered.

You pursed your lips, “Yeah, sure, I’ll wait,” you told him.

“Okay,” he said, “stop drinking it, I’ll be back, don’t go anywhere,” he said again.

“Not even an inch,” he warned again before finally disappearing among the crowd.

You placed your plastic cup back on the counter, a little too hard that the drink sloshing over the cup when someone grabbed you by your shoulder.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he whispered into your ear.

You didn’t need to look over your shoulder to know that it was Chan standing behind you.

“Can you please just stay out of my way?” You asked him.

He sighed in irritation, “find someone else, not him,” he said again, almost like a plead rather than a demand.

You saw Changbin approaching you from a distance with two cups on each hand.

He noticed the agitated expression on your face, he rushed to come to your side, “dude, she is with me,” Changbin said sternly.

You turned your body around to see Chan give you a disappointed look, “Meet me at the lake at midnight,” he said to you.

“Dude, I said; she’s with me,” Changbin snapped at Chan, shielding you with his body this time.

Chan stepped away, slowly engulfed by the crowd before he completely disappeared from your sight.

“What is wrong with him?” Changbin asked you, handing you a cup of drink.

You shook your head, “I don’t know, he suddenly came up to me,” you answered. You looked at the drink he gave you, you recognized from the smell that it’s hard liquor.

“What is it?” You asked him.

“Cola, rum,” he paused to add an effect, “and a little bit of blood,” he said with a scowl.

He clanged his glass with yours, “Cheers!”

He watched as you took a hesitant sip, you could almost taste how much alcohol he poured in it, but you braved yourself and took a swig.

The alcohol burned down your throat, you hissed at the bitter taste it left on your palate.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” He asked, a smirk dancing on his face.

You reluctantly nodded. He finally took a long swig of his drink and finished it in one go.

You looked around the house as people kept filling in the room as if it wasn’t crowded enough, a girl nudged your elbow, causing you to spill your drink, but Changbin was quick to hold you by your wrist.

“I’m sorry, I just-” you looked down at your dress to see if you spill any drop on it, “I don’t feel good being in a crowd,” you mumbled.

“You want to go somewhere else then?” He asked. There was this strange expression looming on his face that intrigued you.

You hastily nodded, “yes, please!” He took the cup from your hand and placed it on the counter. He took your hand in his, “I know a place,” he told you, dragging you with him and out of the door.

When he said he knows a place, it never crossed your mind that it would require you to walk through the woods in the dark of night, the noise of the party getting fainter, leaving the only source of light was from the pale moonlight.

Changbin noticed you started running out of breath, “just a little bit more,” he assured you.

Your dress caught in a branch, “yeah, okay,” you cheerfully answered, pulling your dress too hard you believed you just ripped it. You sighed in relief when you finally saw the place, it was a cabin in the woods.

“It’s a cabin owned by my family,” he informed you, “so you don’t need to worry about someone else intrusive us."

He walked toward the door of the cabin, reached around the collar of his shirt, and pulled out his necklace.

“I always lose the key so…” he didn’t finish the rest of his sentence.

He took his necklace off of his neck and put the key into the lock. It was one thing to have your key hidden under a flower pot but carrying it around in one’s neck is a whole different thing. You shrugged your suspicion away as you entered the cabin.

The inside interior gave the opposite atmosphere from its outer appearance, they kept the brick fireplace despite the modern furniture decorating the rooms.

But it was clear that the place had been untouched for quite some time, you hugged yourself from the cold night air.

“It’s a bit cold,” he said, softly rubbing your arms, “I’ll set the fireplace.”

He knew his way around the cabin, he knew where things were stored around the place, and it didn’t take long for him to set the fireplace alight. You stood close to the fireplace, trying to absorb some heat.

“Oh wow, you are pretty skilled,” you praised him.

“It’s nothing, really,” he coyly said.

He got up from squatting down the floor, “I think I have something even better for drinks,” and walked toward the wooden cabinet.

He pulled out a bottle of whiskey that lacked a quarter of its content already. You were convinced that this was not the first time he bought someone over to this cabin.

His every move was fluid, it was either he already planned this, or it had been some kind of routine for him. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, at least for now.

He took a pair of fancy crystal glasses and brought it to the middle of the room, you helped by taking the glasses from him. The bottle popped open, the distinctive smell of whiskey wafting around you.

Changbin poured it into both glasses, placed the bottle on the coffee table, he clanged his glass with yours. He didn’t wait for you to drink this time, he just finished his glass in one big gulp.

You took a sip out of courtesy, almost coughed the second the alcohol burned your tongue.

Changbin lowly chuckled at you.

“I don’t really like alcohol,” you confessed, wincing.

“You don’t have to drink it again,” he said, taking your glass and setting it down on the coffee table with his.

Was it the alcohol or the sound of the crackling of the woods that made you feel comfortable, almost fuzzy indeed?

Changbin reached for your hand and pulled you close to him, “You’re so pretty, you know that?”

You scoffed, “I guess?”

“No,” he kindly denied, “the moment I set my eyes on you, I just knew I got to have you,”

You giggled, “maybe it’s because of my scent?” You teased.

“Yes, your blood seems to entice me,” he said as he sunk his teeth on the crook of your neck, playfully biting on the skin.

You giggled at the ticklish feeling he caused you.

He caught your jaws in both of his hands, he ran his thumb over your lips just to replace it with his lips after. He kissed you hastily as if it was the only way he could breathe, not the other way around.

Your head spun as the alcohol started taking over your system, making you the slightest bit lightheaded.

Changbin didn’t waste any second to let his big hands freely roam around your body, intentionally pressing his crotch on you.

You felt his growing bulge against your thigh, “Changbin,” you called out.

You tried to put a halt on his touches but failed.

“You’re so hot. I can’t help it,” he said with his arms dragging you by the waist, closing the space between your bodies.

He roughly took your mouth in his, sucking and biting on your lips, “I want you,” he muttered to you with his forehead on yours.

Your chest heaving from him endlessly kissing you, “Okay but, can you slow down?” you finally got to utter your demand.

He jerked his head away to look at you and smirked, “I can do slow.”

He ran his hand down your arm and laced his hand with yours, slowly walking in the direction of what you assumed was the master bedroom.

He flipped the switch, and light started to fill the room. It was indeed a bedroom with a king-size bed. Changbin pulled the white sheet that covered the bed from dust in one swift motion.

He quickly turned his attention back to you, holding you with one hand on your back and another one on the back of your head, “I’ll make you feel good tonight,” he said with such confidence.

His fingers found the zipper of your dress in no time as if he had been waiting the moment to pull it down and take your dress off of you.

The dress slipped off of you in a rather dramatic way.

Changbin’s eyes widen, shocked to find you wearing nothing underneath, not even underwear.

“Fuck,” he cursed out loud, “You’ve been wearing nothing underneath this whole time?” he exclaimed, staring at your nude figure to lust over by him and him only.

Your head gave a shy nod.

Changbin swallowed hard, his eyes traveling down every curve of your body, he wanted to savor every inch of your skin, but his eyes were always drawn to look at your core, almost drooling at how enticing it was.

“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes too?” You asked him, and that seemed to snap him out of his reverie.

“Of course,” he responded.

He unbuttoned his shirt first. You wondered how his shirt could fit those broad shoulders, and overall, a very well-built upper body.

He enjoyed watching your reaction as your eyes intensely gazed at how his hand popped open the button of his dress pants and pulled down the zipper.

He then pulled both of his dress pants and boxer down altogether until there was no piece of clothing left on him.

Your mouth slightly parted at the appearance of his cock. Again, you wondered how his big, veiny cock could fit in that fitted dress pants.

“That’s so…” you tried to find a suitable word for it, but nothing came to mind, “big,” saying it out loud was enough to make you rub your thighs together.

Those words gave just the right stroke on his ego, he couldn’t contain but proudly smirked, “you had sex before, right?”

You shyly shook your head.

Changbin was shaken by your non-verbal answer, “Never?”

“Never, ever,” you confessed.

He choked on his breath, couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he would be the first person to be able to take your virginity that his cock started to throb.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he assured you, giving your cheek a soft caress.

He pulled you into his embrace, his hands feverishly touching your body, hands moved down to your rear to finally hoist you onto his body, your legs hooked around his waist.

He turned his body around, bending down a little to finally lay you onto the bed. You shuddered the moment your body hit the cold bedding.

He crawled over to you, mouth impatiently pressing on yours and the rest of your body, planting kisses on every inch of skin available for him.

He practically salivating when his face hovered only a few inches above your core, he placed a careful, long lick down your slit.

He hummed at how wet you were for him that he rushed to insert his finger inside you. Added another finger to stretch you out for him.

You gasped at the alien feeling of having his fingers pumping in and out of you, but soon enough, you found the delight in it.

Your back impatiently arching at him, “Changbin, I need you inside me,” you pleaded between your low moans.

Changbin retracted his tongue from your clit to answer you, “I need to stretch you out first, baby,” he replied, eyes clouded with lust.

You started grinding on his fingers, the idea of you cumming over his finger wasn’t on his plan, he wanted his cock to rip your virginity away, not his fingers.

He abruptly stopped, impatiently positioned himself between your legs, “look at that sweet little cunt,” he said, teasingly running the tip of his cock on your wet slit.

“I bet you’re so tight too,” he added.

He rubbed the inside of your thigh, “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” He told you.

He began slowly easing himself inside you. He wanted to stretch you well and to feel your walls slowly closing in around him. His eyes focused on his cock slowly engulfed inside you.

You cried out at how your body struggled to take him.

Changbin, on the other hand, enjoyed the warmth of your walls sucking him in.

You fisted the sheet, a tear rolled down the corner of your eyes, your body burned, signaling you that your body had just reached its limit,

“Can you stop for a moment?” You begged.

“Just hold the pain for a little bit more,�� he said, waving off your plea.

“I don’t think I can take it,” you cried out.

Changbin gave you a rushed kiss on the mouth, “you’re doing so well, just a little bit more, okay?” He insisted.

You meekly nodded.

Changbin looked down at his cock almost fully buried inside you, he grew impatient by the second that he roughly pushed the remaining length into you.

Your cry turned into a choked sob, all the while Changbin growled at how good it felt buried to the hilt inside you.

He lowered on top of you, “it’s okay,” he cooed, “you take me so well,” he gave your forehead a long, tender kiss as a reward.

He gave you some time to adjust to his size, his knuckles wiped the tears off your face.

When he was sure you calmed down, he kissed your mouth, pulling you into a long, dizzying kiss. Once he broke the kiss, he sighed, “I’ll start moving now, okay?”

You nodded.

Changbin slightly got himself off of you, making enough space for you to breathe. He started to draw himself out of you, and the way his length dragged along your walls was painful yet so surprisingly good.

He pushed himself back inside you, this time hitting you right in a certain spot, causing you to moan out loud.

Changbin began to set a pace on his thrusting, it didn’t take long for your to feel the ease of his cock constantly hitting you deeper, harder.

Your hand helplessly clutching his neck when all of sudden, he accelerated his pace, his thrusts turned into rough pounding one after another.

He just broke his promise from earlier, there was nothing gentle about his doing on you, even his grunts now mixed with curses.

You cried out, digging your nails in the flesh of his back as he endlessly rammed into you.

He twitched inside you a few times, and a moment later, he let out a raw groan full of filth. He kept thrusting into you, riding out his high as his groan slowly faded into a long sigh.

He quickly pulled out of you, cum oozing out of your core and onto the sheet.

He sighed, collapsing beside you on the bed. You felt your hip ached as you shifted your body and saw crescent marks of his nails on your flesh.

He turned his head to the side to meet yours, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you answered.

He kissed you in such haste, “you’re so pretty, you know that?”

Placed another kiss on the corner of your mouth.

Those words would have swept you off of your feet if he hadn’t said that earlier.

He sighed as he broke the kiss, “I think I need some more of that whiskey,” he said, getting up from the bed, didn’t bother to put on some clothes, and left the room.

He returned with the bottle of whiskey and two glasses in his hands, sat on the edge of the bed, pouring the glass with a hefty amount of whiskey.

He handed one of the glasses to you. You sat up on the bed to receive it from him.

He clanged his glass with yours before taking a sip, you took a sip of your whiskey as well.

“Oh, you started to enjoy the whiskey now, huh?” He noticed that you didn’t wince after you took a swig.

You shrugged, “I guess so,”

Changbin finished his whiskey, but you put your glass away on the bedside table, you scooted closer to him.

Your face inched closer to him, “Hey Bin,” you called out, “can we do it again?” You asked him, placing a kiss on his jaw as you waited for his answer.

He smirked at your bold request, “already?” That was another stroke on his ego.

“Yes,” you replied and gave him a quick peck on the lips before you added the word, “please?”

His hand reached for your waist, “anything for you,”

He was about to push you down onto the mattress when you stopped him.

“I want to ride you this time,” your voice was low and sultry because you wanted to please him to get what you wanted.

He considered it for a while, “okay,” he finally decided.

He climbed onto the bed, kneeling in the middle of the bed. You came over to him and straddled him.

He put his hands on each side of your hips to guide you as you positioned yourself to ease down on him. One hand held his cock aimed at your entrance, and the other one gripped his shoulder for support.

You carefully slid yourself down his length.

Changbin groaned at the delicious stretch that he tightened the grip on your hips. You continuously moaned as he went deeper into you, and it almost came close as melodic to Changbin. You held him by his neck the second you took him whole.

Changbin used the opportunity to knead on your breasts, sucking and biting on the supple flesh.

You started bouncing on his lap with his guide, it took a while until you finally found your pace.

“Yeah,” Changbin exclaimed, “just like that, baby,”

You smiled euphoric smiles, feeling intoxicated with pleasure, as well as Changbin, his jaw slacked open as grunts pooled out of his mouth.

You tipped his head to the side to place sloppy kisses at the side of his head, and down to his jaw, you brought your mouth close to his ear, you whispered, “Now tell me if it hurts,”

You dragged your wet mouth on his neck and sank your teeth into the tender skin of his neck, you hummed as you started sucking on his blood.

Changbin was a few seconds late to realize the pain you caused on him, he roughly yanked your head away from him.

There was a horror look on his face as he spotted blood dribbling down the corner of your mouth and shorty realized it wasn’t yours, it was his blood. He put his hand on his neck and looked down on his chest as drops of blood rolled down his chest from his neck.

“Fuck, what are you-”

You caught his wrists at the right time, you knew he was going for your neck. You must have underestimated him and his body proportion. You were strong, but he was stronger. Chan was right about him, but it was too late to give in now.

“I know it hurts,” you told him, his face contorted as he tried with all his might to fight back, all the while you kept on pounding down his length, maintaining the pace.

“Just hold the pain for a little bit more,” you mocked him, faking a pout at him, “and maybe, I’ll let you finish first,” you intentionally clenched around him.

He growled with eyes fixated on you, sensed that he slowly letting his guard down as he was engulfed in the immeasurable pleasure of you kept clenching around him.

You intensely stared into his eyes, a devilish grin painted your face. You set his hands aside and then tipped his head to the other side to plant another bite.

You looked down on the thin skin with blood rushing through his veins, “just a little bit more,” you muttered, more like a reminder to yourself.

You ran your crimson-tinted tongue along the row of your sharp teeth.

You let out a tasty sigh, and with one smooth motion, sank your teeth once again into his neck.

Changbin writhed under you, hands helplessly trying to get you off of him.You ignored his painful cries as you sucked his blood harder, faster, yet your thirst seemed to be far from being satisfied.

He was wrong to keep fighting you, it would only cause him more agony. Your thirst was far greater than his helpless fights to harm you, you enjoyed his struggle because what fun if he just stayed still?

It was the main attraction of the hunt itself.

The only thing he did right tonight was take you to this place, deep inside the woods, where no one could disturb your little feast and hear his cries for help.

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luveline · 2 years ago

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halloweeen costume ideas for eddie, roan and reader:

eddie forgets to get a costume so he goes all out on the rocker look (eyeliner, black polish, etc) and reader dresses up as the body of the guitar and roan dresses as the neck (and she loves everytime her daddy picks her up to put her on reader's shoulders so they can get a pic)

that is so cute 😭😭😭 and such a clear image of roan on rs shoulders

#jade's asks #ily

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tropiyas · 3 years ago

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wait i actually have a decent costume idea for halloweeen this year

wonder if the roomies will be going out

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devoraqs · 3 years ago

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THE VISSACHA HALLOWEEEN LORE PLS

*cracks knuckles* let's goooo

Choses the pumpkin:

I wanna say Vis, just because if they give the job to Alexander they'll be in the damn pumpkin patch all night

Carves the pumpkin:

This one I will say is Sacha, because he's got very steady hands

Gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house:

Both. You know it's both.

Matching costume idea:

*screams incoherently and points*

Makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in:

Again, I think this is a joint effort, including every singly pillow in their flat.

Steal’s the other’s candy:

Alexander. And he's veeeery sneaky about it

Accidentally gets lost in a corn maze:

Alexander, probably. And then he'd get very sheepish when Vis rescues him.

Tells spooky stories to scare the other:

Vis. I feel like she'd be really good at it

Collects cool-looking leaves:

I'm gonna cheat on this one and say the Birbs do it

#vissacha

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comic-book-jawns · 4 years ago

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My Favorite Person

“It’s okay! I got it, I got it!”

Having seen Jamie jump back from a flower pot just as she’d opened the door to The Leafling, Dani ran in, clapping Jamie’s shoulder as Jamie backed toward the front counter, then continued on to where she’d been standing. A moment later she had the spider cupped between her hands.

“I’ll be right back, mkay?”

Jamie nodded, flush against the counter. After stepping back into the crisp October air to rehome it on a small tree across the street, Dani returned to find Jamie awkwardly shuffling with her hands in her pockets, staring at the floor.

“Thanks.�� She cleared her throat. “Sorry.”

“Jamie.”

They’d been over this countless times — that there was no need for her to apologize to Dani, who, for one, did not have arachnophobia and, for two, was acting entirely of her volition.

“Sorry,” Jamie replied automatically, then groaned. “Fuck me.”

Jamie groaned even louder, rolling her eyes, then trudged over to the coat rack, dug her wallet out of her coat and stepped behind the counter.

Since they’d opened last February, Jamie had been trying to curb her cursing at work so as not to drive away customers.

Dani had suggested a swear jar as a joke, but Jamie had liked the idea. And it had proved to be somewhat effective, though she had had to switch from dollar bills to quarters fairly quickly in the interest of still having cash left at the end of each week.

Whatever was in the jar at the end of each week was supposed to be Dani’s to spend however she chose. But Dani, of course, had wanted to spend it on Jamie, so Jamie had instead suggested they hold onto it until the end of each quarter and then donate that amount to charity.

Dani had loved that idea. So that’s what they’d been doing, neither pointing out that while it was a more noble use of the money, it was still a form of positive reinforcement and very likely part of the reason Jamie had only managed to marginally cut back.

Dani laughed now as Jamie deposited her coin in the jar beside the register, returned her wallet to her coat pocket, then walked back over to her.

“Hi,” Dani said, still giggling.

“Oh, Jesus! Hi, Poppins.” Jamie shook her head as she leaned in to quickly kiss Dani’s cheek. She’d seen her a couple hours ago, but Dani had only just arrived at the shop after a dentist appointment. “How was... ”

Dani smirked as Jamie trailed off. She’d still been in her pajamas when Jamie had left their apartment, so Jamie hadn’t seen her Halloweeen costume yet.

And this was actually the first year they were doing costumes. Having been on the road last year they’d settled for candy and a movie marathon. It had been no less enjoyable, of course. But they had been looking forward to finally getting fully into the tradition now that they were settled in Vermont, especially Jamie who had explained that Halloween wasn’t really much of a thing in England.

Jamie, gripping Dani’s upper arms, looked her up and down now, though Dani’s costume was partially obscured by her coat.

“Wow.” Dani blushed as Jamie’s mouth hung open slightly. “Are you, uh... what’s-er-name?”

Dani raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh.

“Ya know... ”

Jamie stepped back and did the pose.

“Oh, Rosie the Riveter?”

“That’s it.”

Jamie returned to her normal stance.

“Good guess - ”

“Oh.”

Jamie looked rather deflated. Dani stepped closer, taking her hand.

“No, it was! But this one’s blue.” Dani pointed to the bandana her hair was currently wrapped up in. Jamie cocked her head. “Hers is red.”

“Ah, guess I must’a slacked off in my American propaganda posters of World War II class.”

Dani laughed as she started walking over to the coat rack, still holding Jamie’s hand.

“That does sounds like you.”

“Oi!” Jamie shot back as she helped Dani out of her coat and put it on the rack for her.

“So... ”

Jamie was smiling as she turned around and then went slack-jawed and doe-eyed as it finally clicked.

She’d recognized that Dani was wearing her bandana and that Dani was wearing denim trousers that looked like they belonged to her overalls. But it hadn’t occurred to her that...

“You’re... ” Dani nodded encouragingly. “Me?”

Dani, who was wearing one of Jamie’s tank tops underneath the overalls, Jamie’s striped and multi-colored button down unbuttoned over top and Jamie’s gold chain around her neck, smiled widely and stepped closer, taking both of Jamie’s hands.

“I wanted to go as my favorite person.”

Jamie’s eyes immediately started watering, and she cleared her throat.

“Thanks a lot, Dani. Now I can never wear any of this again.”

Dani laughed.

“Why?”

Jamie scoffed as if it was obvious. She stepped back and gestured at Dani.

“’Cause ya look so much hotter in it!” Jamie pouted. “You’ve ruined ma whole look.”

“Not your whole look.” Dani nodded down to her feet, as she stepped forward and retook Jamie’s hands, and Jamie noticed Dani was wearing her own trainers, or sneakers, as she called them. “Your feet are too small, remember?”

Jamie’s feet were an adorable half-size smaller than Dani’s, which they’d discovered fairly early on when they’d started sharing clothes here and there. Jamie scoffed again as she looked back up, catching Dani’s smirk.

“Just when I thought ya couldn’t sink any lower.”

“Me?” Jamie raised an eyebrow at Dani’s tone and started to smirk herself. “You’re closer to the ground.”

Dani giggled as Jamie’s smirk shattered.

“’M not shorter!”

Dani laughed even harder. Jamie tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t quite manage it. She was impressed more than anything.

Even with the progress Dani had made in quipping — Jamie being a terrible influence, naturally — she normally couldn’t match Jamie this well. Dani was going method, apparently.

“Of course not.”

Before Jamie could get a retort in, Dani wrapped her arm around Jamie’s neck and put her in headlock, another result of Jamie being a bad influence on her.

Jamie had also opted for a fairly simple costume. As excited as she was to celebrate her first proper Halloween — they’d decorated the shop after hours on September 30, Dani taking the lead as the American and former teacher — Jamie had wanted to get the lay of the land before going all out. Plus, she was not keen to feel extra self-conscious interacting with customers.

So, she’d opted for an untucked white button down, black sunglasses that she’d hung on her shirt, white socks underneath tan shoes Dani had recently bought her and her usual boxer briefs underneath, much to Dani’s chagrin, pants. She’d already reassured Dani this morning that she would get fully in character once they got back home.

Jamie caught her glasses now as they were jostled free by Dani bending her down. Before Dani could knuckle her head — gently, of course — they looked up to find a customer walking in.

“Hello!” Dani said brightly, as Jamie choked back another laugh, her face flushing even more. Keeping her eyes on the customer, a woman a bit older than them who fortunately looked rather amused, Dani eased her grip, allowing Jamie to stand back up; took the glasses and put them on Jamie’s face; then put her hand on the small of Jamie’s back and gently nudged her out of the spotlight and back toward the plants. “How can we help you?”

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 4 years ago

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“Look, I dressed up as you.”

It was that time of year - Halloween was upon them and decisions about what to dress up had to be made. As teachers at the high school, they had to be very careful in selecting their costumes. Katherine had told Jack that she was going as Minnie Mouse and told him he had to figure out his own costume, as he kept turning down all of her suggestions.

The school’s annual dress up day was here and Kat donned her Minnie Mouse outfit and raised an eyebrow at Jack when he came down the stairs that morning. “Do I even want to know what you’re going as?”

“The kids will figure it out right away.” Jack laughed motioning to his muscle shirt, black jeans, and tennis shoes.

She shook her head at her fiancé. “If I don’t know what you are, how do you expect high schoolers to figure you out?”

“They’re cooler than you Kat.” He stuck his tongue out, gathering his bag and lunch, before heading out the door.

Sighing, she gathered her stuff and followed him out the door, knowing it was going to be a long day.

Walking into the still quiet school, they signed in before Jack gave her a quick kiss, each heading in different directions. She headed towards the English hallway while Jack headed towards the History wing. She had first period English 9 that she needed to prepare for.

She had just uncapped an orange dry erase marker, when her door flew open and a cry of happiness filled the room. “Oh my gosh you look amazing!!”

“Thanks Race. As do you!” She grinned looking at his Mario costume.

He moved the mustache with a grin. “Thanks. Spot is a great Luigi.”

“Of course you two would have matching costumes.”

She wrote out the question of the day on the board, looking at her friend. “What’s going on? Anything big happening today?”

Race shrugged. “Same old same old in science class. We are going to do some experiments that’ll be pretty cool. What did Jack dress up as?”

“You’ll have to go find him and let me know what you think. I have an idea but not a positive one.” Kat shrugged, sitting at her desk and pulling up the PowerPoint she had created for The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

“Are you planning on scaring the kids today?” Race grinned, knowing that Kat was prone to do that on the haunted holiday.

She grinned, shrugging. “Maybe. You never know. I’ve got four classes today so we’ll see what happens.”

“Have fun today and I’ll see you at lunch.” She nodded at him, watching him as he left the room. She sighed, getting ready for her first class and the rambunctious kids that were in the hallway.

By her second class, Journalism, she had successfully scared her first class and was well on her way to scare her next class when Mollie, a junior, raised her hand and gave Kat a look. “Uh Ms Plumber?”

“Yes Mollie?” Kat paused in writing on the dry erase board to look at the girl. “What’s up?”

She looked around the room at her peers and smiled. “Do you know what Mr. Kelly is supposed to be? All he said is that we were smart and we could figure it out.”

“What was he dressed as?” Kat asked, raising an eyebrow.

Snickers came from several parts within the class. “He has on a muscle shirt, black jeans, and tennis shoes. His hair was all messed up too. I figured since you two are engaged ….”

Kat smiled as the girl trailed off. “Unfortunately, Mollie, I don’t know what always goes through Mr. Kelly’s head. So I apologize, but I don’t know what he’s dressed up as.”

“It just doesn’t make sense.” Daniel, a senior, piped up giving his teacher a grin. “His costume is kinda lame.”

Chuckling, Kat smiled. “I’ll let him know you said so, Daniel, unless you’ve already told him.”

“At least one of you have brains …. at least we know what you are, Ms. Plumber.” Alexa, another senior, grinned. “Your fiancé missed the mark.”

She put her hand up, grinning. “You’ve made the point that Mr. Kelly doesn’t know how to properly dress for Halloweeen. But we’ve got stuff to cover. Now, turn to page 394 and start reading that section.”

And with that she continued her lesson.

12:15pm

Walking into the teacher’s lounge, she found the table with Spot and Racer and grinned at their matching costumes. “Hey fellas.”

“Hey Minnie.” Spot grinned. “How’s your day been?”

She unpacked her lunch, a PB&J sandwich, carrots, and Oreos before shaking her head. “If I have one more class ask me about Jack’s costume, I’m gonna scream.”

“Funny they’re asking me in my classes too.” Race shrugged. “I let them have a minute before we blew up some stuff out in the courtyard. They were distracted after that. Do you know what he is?”

Kat shrugged as the man in question came in with a huff. “What’s wrong?”

“No one gets my costume.” He collapsed into his chair, eyeing the three of them. “No one gets it.”

Spot raised an eyebrow, knowing he was going to regret asking the question. “Well who are you supposed to be?”

“Look, I dressed up as you.”

Silence fell on the room, as the three looked at Jack before dissolving into laughter. Kat and Race leaned against each other as they laughed loudly. Others in the lounge laughed as Jack looked at Spot. “Well no wonder no one knows who you are?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack’s eyes went wide.

Spot grinned. “I don’t wear that to school. That’s a weekend outfit. The kids don’t see me in that.”

Jack’s eyes went wide, thinking back on his usual outfit. He usually was in jeans, a wife beater and a flannel over the top of it. As a school mechanics teacher, he typically had grease stains all over the clothes.

“Great idea but poor execution!” Race nodded, grinning at his friend. “But for your fiancée’s sanity and mine, will you tell the kids who you are? Both of our classes have asked, taking up valuable time in our lessons.”

Rolling his eyes, Jack agreed. “Sure. But I should tell them that I’m something else.”

“Nah tell them you dressed up as Mr. Conlon and just watch their reactions.” Spot grinned, knowing some of Jack’s students were in his classes. “I’m sure I'll hear the laughter all the way down in my wing.”

Kat gave him a grin. “Can I give you some advice?”

“What’s that, sweets?” Jack leaned over closer to her.

Laughing, she pushed his face away when he got a bit too close. “Find a different outfit for this weekend’s party. The guys won’t appreciate you dressing as Mr. Conlon.”

Race and Spot both laughed, nodding. “Listen to your fiancée for once in your life, buddy. She’s actually right about that.”

He shook his head, leaning over to kiss Kat’s cheek before nodding. “My costume for this weekend is gonna be amazing. Just you wait and see.”

The bell rang as they packed up their stuff and headed back to their respective rooms to finish out the day. Kat shook her head, hoping the day would soon finish and she could head home. She also grinned knowing that Jack dressed up just for a laugh and she loved him for it.

Thanks @cutesiewoojin for sending in the prompt!!

#newsies #newsies fan fiction #writing #asks #cutesiewoojin #drabble requests #newsies drabble #drabble prompt #prompt #jack kelly x katherine plumber #jack kelly newsies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #katherine plumber

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twisted-broth · 5 years ago

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Can I request some platonic Sanders Sides hcs with reader and the Sides carving pumpkins and doing other Halloween stuff? -&

Omg yes what a cute idea

Once it gets to October 1 you best bet Virgil and the creativitwins are immediately pumped

Logan will not allow anything Halloweeny until at least like October 10th

Roman and Remus specialize in pumpkin carving

Roman always carves his with a little crown or something and it looks so cute and amazing

Remus’ are usually like the scary monster type but he puts so much detail into it like they’ve scared kids away before

It’s like the one time the twins actually get along, especially if you do it with them

They’ll pass ideas and tools back and forth and both would be super excited if you asked them for help

Roman makes sure you don’t hurt yourself while you’re cutting and Remus helps make the design look more realistic it’s actually like really cute

Virgil always has the best costume every year

If you wanted some help making yours you would be flooded with sides

Virgil and the twins are there to give you ideas and make it gorier if that’s what you want

Logan will measure out eaxactly what you need of everything and will help you sew and put it together

Patton is also pretty good at sewing and if you wanted like an animal or something he does the cutest makeup ever

Deceit makes sure everything is perfect I mean he puts so much thought into his own outfit and he wants to “make sure you don’t embarrass yourself” but really he just likes how proud you seem

Patton tends to be pretty jumpy around Halloween due to the creepy crawly death dealers

He really loves passing out candy to trick or treaters though it makes him so happy to see all their costumes and reward them for their hard work

Like most other holidays, Logan doesn’t get it

He mostly participates in the decorating since he thinks it’s ideal that Thomas’ house looks the best

And it actually looks really good like he’s managed to cover most of the house in that cotton spiderweb stuff without it bunching up

He somehow manages to coordinate the decorations with whatever the twins have put on the pumpkins this year

So it actually looks like really good

It takes a bit of convincing but Deciet ends up helping you cook some halloweeen dishes

Patton would do it but most of what you make would scare him

Deciet ends up really enjoying making things with you like donut hole spiders or like hotdog mummies

Maybe also a candy corn Jell-O shot

It’s overall just a really fun bonding experience for everyone

You probably end up watching horror movies on the couch once all the trick or treaters have gone to bed

Don’t worry Patton’s already asleep

Remus always grabs you during the jump scares

Virgil is also a little jumpy but tends to laugh at the characters when they do something stupid

The scariest thing is probably Roman’s screams, honestly

If you liked this please request more and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!!

#my writing #x reader #roman sanders x reader #logan sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders x reader #patton sanders x reader #patton sanders #virgil sanders x reader #virgil sanders #remus sanders x reader #remus sanders #sanders sides hc #sanders sides x reader #sanders sides #thomas sanders x reader #thomas sanders

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tetrakys · 5 years ago

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Behind the Mask

This is the story I wrote for BV zine. It’s set in Eldarya around episodes 16/17.

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The moment I stepped outside HQ, I felt like I’d been teleported to a new, magical world. Again. This time no mushrooms had been involved.

What was usually the busy, messy and kinda dirty market square, was now a ballroom out of a fairy tale. Long, scarlet drapes surrounded the area, giving it an air of sumptuous elegance. Small flames floated in the air, looking like sparkling chandeliers. Musicians played strange instruments that reminded me of violins and flutes of my world.

But nothing surprised me as much as the people. Everyone was impeccably dressed in amazing gowns and suits, their faces covered in colourful masks. Alajea and Karenn had told me that faeries took very seriously the festivity of Samhain, the Gaelic precursor of our Halloweeen, but I had no idea how seriously.

They’d explained that, when their people still lived on Earth, it was the one night where they could walk freely among humans without fear of being recognised. Human believed that during this night the walls between different worlds thinned and could easily be crossed. They all wore masks and costumes to blend between the faeries and demons they assumed travelled the Earth during that night. Once Eldarya had been created the faeries kept the celebration as a reminder of the life of hiding and fear they’d left behind.

I looked down at my elegant but simple white gown. At first, I thought I might be overdressed with the soft tulle skirt and the tight corset that Purriri had persuaded me to buy. She’d even offered the mask that currently covered half of my face at a discount. Now I was happy I’d spent a big chunk of my savings on this dress, at least I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb.

I walked slowly around the edges of the dancefloor trying to spot people I might know. At some point I thought I recognised Karuto, those horns kinda gave him away, but he looked too busy handling the food to care about chatting with me.

A dancing couple caught my eye. It couldn’t be… yes! Karenn and Chrome! Despite the mask I could tell he’d turned five different shades of red and was stuttering something I couldn’t hear. She looked cute in a blue dress and was smiling at him cheekily. Also, she was leading. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but poor Chrome.

“Mmm…” a soft, smooth voice whispered at my back, “you look lovely tonight my lady. May I offer you a drink? Or maybe you could offer me one?”

I turned around to find myself face to face with a tall, black haired masked man, dressed in a Victorian style.

“N-Nevra?”

“I’m not Nevra, my lady. Tonight I’m the blood-thirsty Count Dracula,” he replied with a fanged smile.

A moment of silence went by while I tried to grasp the situation.

“Let me get this straight. You, a vampire, dressed up as a… vampire??” I asked incredulous.

“Brilliant, isn’t it? This year I’m definitely going to win best costume.”

“B-but… how? Why?”

“There are so many definitions of vampire in your world. At first, I wanted to go with the sparkling one, but then I decided that you can never do wrong with a classic,” he explained. “You humans are so funny. Why would vampires live in isolated mansions, we like to PAR-TY!”

I genuinely didn’t know how to reply.

“Ah you found the kid!” said a falsely rough, deep voice, which belonged to a man with long blue hair, beard and moustaches. “Here is my dinner! Oh-oh-oh!”

“Ezarel? W-what are you dressed as?”

“Mph… you’re so stupid. Can’t you see the bag full of presents? I’m clearly Bluebeard!”

“I understand the facial hair, but… the presents?”

“How could you not know the fairy tales from your own world,” he replied irritated. “Don’t you know that Bluebeard brings gifts to kids and, once they sleep, eats them?”

“I think you’ve mixed up three of four different characters here. Have you even read the fable?”

“Nah,” he replied with his usual big, devilish smile. “Who has time for these things.”

“Wait…” I said, finally grasping the situation. “You just wanted an excuse to wear your fake beard again, didn’t you?”

“BINGO!” he laughed. Since I’d thought him a few Earthling slangs he kept using them whenever he had a chance just to annoy me.

“It wasn’t funny the first time,” I said remembering how he’d tried to trick me into believing that I’d been in a coma for hundreds of years, “and it’s not funny now. Bluebeard is a horrible character, basically a serial killer, he murdered his own wives!”

“Uhm…” he looked surprised. “I didn’t know that.”

“Isn’t the point to look scary?” Nevra said patting Ezarel on the back, ”even though you look more hilarious than scary. Now, Valkyon got it right.”

“Where is he?” I asked scanning the crowd without recognising him. I wished I could chat with Valkyon for a bit, I loved spending time with him, he always made me feel at ease. “What is he dressed as?”

“I’m only going to give you a hint: It’s furry.” He laughed.

“Uh…?”

“You’ll see.”

I was scanning the area looking for Valkyon, when my eyes stopped on someone else. A man, dressed in a dark suit and black cape. He was wearing a white mask covering half of his face and I recognised him as the Phantom of the Opera. I didn't know the story was also famous in Eldarya, but apparently many of Earth's legends and fables had some sort of connection to faeries folklore.

The man was looking at me from the other side of the improvised ballroom, and even from afar I could see his eyes, which were of an impossible light shade of blue. I could tell his skin was dark from his chin and the strong line of his lips, the only parts of his body not covered by his outfit.

He was imposing, mysterious and his gaze completely unnerving.

"We have to go now." I almost jumped on the spot, suddenly remembering I was talking with the guys.

"Why, is something going on?"

"Well, we shouldn't really tell you this but… do you remember the knowledge-eating monster?" Nevra asked.

"The one who ate all the library's books and whose escape I was unjustly accused of?" I replied drily, "I have a vague recollection, yes."

"Well,” he continued, ignoring my sarcasm. “What you don't know is that those monsters come in couples. There was a second book, and we have found out today that it’s disappeared."

"WHAT?" I cried out alarmed.

"Shhh" Ezarel gestured for me to shut up. "You shouldn’t have said anything, Nevra."

"Don't worry Erika, Miiko asked us to keep our eyes open but the book has probably just been misplaced. Everything is going to be fine."

I wanted to believe him, but it wasn’t the first time I doubted the Guard’s judgment on important decision. Who would ever hide a monster who ate knowledge… in a book… in a library?

“The library is still mostly empty. If this monster really escaped, he would try to eat people’s memories like the previous one tried to do with me,” I pointed out nervously.

“Nah, this one is different, they are complementary. While one erases the stories it feeds on, the other makes them real. Anyway, we must run, see you later.” Ezarel said while they walked away.

I was left dumbfounded, what did it mean that the monster made the stories real? I kept ruminating on that thought for a while until someone broke me away from my thoughts.

“May I have this dance?”

I smiled at Leiftan, offering him my hand as he led me to the dancefloor. A slow, soft music was playing, and I tentatively put my arms on his shoulders, while he held my waist. It was probably the most intimate we’d ever been with each other, but it didn’t feel awkward. It felt right.

“I like the wings,” I said after a moment looking at the white attachments behind his back, “they’re so beautiful, they almost seem real.”

“You look really pretty in your costume.” He said changing the subject, slightly tightening his hold on my waist. “What is it?”

“T-thanks…” I said feeling some heat rise to my cheeks. “Have you ever heard of the white swan? The story is called Swan Lake.”

“No, will you tell me about it?” he asked looking genuinely interested.

“It’s about this princess, Odette, who is cursed by an evil sorcerer to live her life as a woman during the night and a swan during the day, unless she finds someone who swears to truly love her forever.” I explained. “I’ve always loved this story, since the moment my parents took me to the ballet when I was a child. But I… am a little embarrassed to admit that I also cried in the theatre.”

“Oh… is it a sad story? She doesn’t find love?”

“She does. As in many fables, a beautiful prince falls madly in love with her. But there are different versions of the ending. Sometimes love is not enough to save them.”

The music was about to end, but he hugged me closer, almost unwilling to let me go. I felt a little embarrassed and tried to keep the conversation going.

“I’ve always felt bad for Odette. Having to live a half-life, hiding, not being able to be herself completely. It would be so difficult to find true love, someone who could love her real self. What a terrible fate.”

He didn’t reply, as if lost in thought.

“I-I’m sorry, Erika. I… have to go check…” he stuttered after a minute, when the piece we were dancing to ended.

“The library monster,” I helped him, he was probably struggling to find an excuse to keep the secret. “I know. Nevra already spilled the beans. Do you need help…?”

“You’re kind.” He smiled his usual, sweet smile. “There’s no need. Please enjoy the party.”

Bowing down, he took my hand, leaving a small kiss on its back, and walked away.

"That wasn't very aengelic of him," replied a mysterious and somewhat ironic voice at my back. I turned around to find that man, the Phantom. "Running, leaving his dance partner all alone on the dancefloor. But a man’s loss is another man’s gain, may I?"

Without waiting for my reply, he took me in his arms and led us through the next dance. The music was slightly more upbeat, and there was something wild in the rhythm, almost primordial. I was strangely intrigued by this unknown man, there was something familiar in him, but I wasn’t going to drop my guard. His eyes meant danger, and his hold on me felt vaguely predatorial.

"The Light Guard is always busy, even during festivals.” I replied. “Do I know you?"

“Ah yes, the Guard and its mysterious business. I bet they have a lot of important, questionable tasks to attend to.” He commented, ignoring my question.

His answer surprised me. I knew not everyone at the village, and even in the Guard, was a big fan of the way things were handled around here. I knew I hadn’t been most of the time. No one was always vocal about it though.

“Mysterious business? What are you talking about?” I asked.

“We all know the Light Guard is not very forthcoming with the rest of the people here.”

“Yes, but…” I tried to play devil’s advocate. “They have their reasons most of the time… Safety and…”

I noticed then that he had led us to the refreshments area. Breaking his hold on me, he turned towards the pitchers of strange liquids.

“So, do you think the Guard cares about everyone’s safety?” He continued, while mixing odd coloured drinks.

“Of course,” I replied carefully, accepting the amber coloured drink he was handing me. It tasted sweet, almost like honey.

“So, let’s say there was a threat in the City of El, they would share the news with everyone?”

“It has happened in the past.” I pointed out.

“Only when the problem was too evident to hide. But what if that wasn’t the case. Let’s say there’s a monster running around right here, right now. Would they stop the festivities to keep people safe or would they keep up appearances until it was too late?”

I felt my blood getting cold in my veins. An awful suspicion started forming in my brain.

“Who the hell are you? What have you done?”

“A friend.” He simply replied, his lips twisting in a cruel smile. “I’ve done nothing really, except borrowing an old book from the library. Just an innocent prank. A little naughtiness should be expected during this night.”

“But…” I started to protest, looking around panicked. That’s when I noticed something strange was going on. A nearby boy dressed as a ghost, went to grab a glass and his hand passed through it without being able to touch it. He’d become incorporeal. A girl I had noticed before who was wearing beautiful, colourful make up that made her look like an Alfeli, turned into the companion right before my eyes.

“People think that when the mask drops you can see the real nature of who’s behind it, but it’s not true. It’s when you wear a mask and you’re not forced to fit in that you are really unmasked. You can be yourself and follow your instincts, go after what you really want.” I felt frozen on the spot, his words made no sense to me. “And you… what is it that you really want?” He whispered almost seductively in my ear. “You’re welcome for the drink, by the way.”

When I finally managed to turn around, he had disappeared. I didn’t have time to look for him though, because that’s when all hell broke loose. Everyone started turning into the very thing they were masked as. Most people had chosen to dress up as companions or characters of famous fables, but other had picked bolder and scarier options. I could see zombies, witches, monsters of different kinds.

OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod….

I had to do something, but I had no idea of what. Was I about to turn too? It didn’t look like it, I was feeling fine. You’re welcome for the drink he had said, had he given me a protective potion? Why?

It wasn’t time to ask myself questions I didn’t know the answer to. It was time to run.

I took off without really knowing where to go, but soon stopped in my tracks.

I should’ve probably gone looking for the guys, but where could I find them? I knew they had been on patrol and I knew the spot each of them was usually assigned to.

The beach, the edge of the forest, the gardens or the cave.

All these places… I didn’t know what to expect. I knew there were things planned for this evening. I’d heard rumours of a haunted house, a maze and other unknown spooky surprises.

And what if the guys had also been turned? Was it safer if I went back inside HQ and tried to solve this problem by myself? But I had no idea how.

That moment an image popped into my mind. His face. No matter what, I had to find him. It was what my heart was telling me to do.

Now I knew exactly where to go. Without wasting another moment, I started running.

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This story has 5 different epilogues, each corresponding one of the LIs.

#beemoov fanzine #eldarya #lance #ashkore #leiftan #ezarel #nevra #valkyon #my writing #behind the mask

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