#i brought a couple of original costumes

[psyscha]

I’m in San Antonio for San Japan :)

[lucybellwood]

Lemme tell you a gay little story about an eagle.

Our town (~9,000 people) has a couple garages, but there's a big one on the main drag. My family has been going there for decades. I drive past it every day.

There used to be a huge pine tree on the corner of their lot, but last year it became a hazard and had to be taken down.

Shortly thereafter I drive by and see they've hired a guy to chainsaw sculpt the stump into a bald eagle.

Birds own my heart, but nationalism makes me twitchy. I withhold outright condemnation of the eagle, but I'm skeptical. (The original owner—an objectively Good Dude—sold the business to a younger couple a few years ago, and I don't have any knowledge of their whole deal.)

Then it turns out someone on staff is really into making costumes for the eagle. Every holiday. Every month. Stuffed turkey, witch costume, menorah headpiece, bunny ears. These people love to dress their bird.

The changing of the eagle suit becomes a source of joy every time I drive through town.

Until June, when the eagle is bare.

Now look, maybe I'm expecting too much asking my garage to celebrate Pride. But this is a small town. Every time I drive by that stupid eagle—this thing that has previously brought me so much joy—I feel hurt. I feel reminded that there are plenty of people in my liberal bubble who don't consider my community worthy of celebration. I drive to work, I feel bad. I drive home, I feel bad. The eagle is mocking me.

Then my A/C quits working.

So I book an appointent to bring my car in—and realize what I have to do.

I pick all this up at a thrift store for under ten bucks. I print the shirt with some weird heat-transfer fabric crayons I find in a cupboard. I loop gold elastic around the sunglasses and pray they'll fit on the eagle's head. (It is also important to draw your attention to the price of the feather boa.)

(Nice.)

My reasoning is thus: if I show up with a complete costume ready to go, someone will have to look me in the eye and say "We don't believe in that," at which point I'll be finding a new garage. But if they let me dress the eagle, then people in town get to have the joy I've been missing since the start of the month.

I listen to a lot of hype-up jams on my way over. I hate confrontation. I also don't wanna have to find another garage. I want to believe that this decision isn't actively antagonistic, but I'm not particularly hopeful.

I talk through the A/C issue with the guy at the desk, hand over my keys, then take a deep breath.

"Who's in charge of the eagle?"

"Oh, that's all Dylan. Second bay from the end."

I walk down the row of hydraulic lifts and find a disarmingly smiley middle-aged man pouring fluid through a funnel. I introduce myself and explain that, since the Pride parade is this Sunday and the eagle seems to be missing a costume, I have taken the liberty of making one myself, and can I get his blessing to go put it on?

Dylan grins this absolutely giant grin and goes

"Oh hell yeah."

So that's what's up now.

Happy Pride.

[zegrasdrysdale]

I have a request could you do where the reader is dating Jack Hughes and she is a singer and she is on tour and the whole Hughes family pull up to her concert and Trevor and Cole come too and he just can;t stop smiling up at her and after the consent they have a Taylor and Travis moment where he is everyone is waiting for her and she runs up to Jack to hug him

[ the alchemy ] j. hughes

➾ paring : Jack Hughes x famous!fem!reader

➾ summary : after boyfriend Jack, his family and a couple of his friends, reader runs up to him after and confirming the rumors surrounding their relationship

➾ warning(s) : a pov switch, an occasional use of “y/n” in Jack’s pov

➾ author’s note : been wantinggg to write something like this so ty anon for sending this in. also, i’m just using the alchemy as an original song for our reader in this fic. literally no other taylor song will be used lmaooo

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⦗Jack’s POV ⦘

He hasn’t been back to Jersey since before the shoulder surgery that took him out for the last handful of games of the season. There's a sense of déjà vu when his flight from Michigan lands. Jack feels good though, unlike the last time he was in Jersey, and has been medically cleared to resume light activity.

Light activity means attending his girlfriend’s first show of three at MetLife without his sling on. He has yet to see her play on this insane tour she’s been on for the past few months because of the surgery and watching the Canucks in the playoffs.

Jack’s been good and has been following his doctor’s orders so he feels like this would be a good way to celebrate.

After reaching out to his girlfriend’s security team, Jack got his family and a couple of friends permission to be in the VIP tent for one show. He has full access to the tent being her boyfriend, but he has to get permission to bring friends or family that aren’t her friends or family that is already on the list. He asked for his request to be kept between them since he’s trying to surprise her.

Will she find out anyway? Probably. He’s a big name in the hockey world, especially in New Jersey. Jack’s pretty sure the news will spread when he shows up before her set with his family. Especially with all the rumors surrounding their relationship.

Trevor and Cole even fly into Jersey after Jack told them that they could come to the show if they wanted. He picks them up from Newark International that morning. He goes to Luke’s apartment instead of the apartment he shares with (Y/N) since the two of them might want some privacy after the show. Quinn and his parents are already there when he walks in with his friends.

His mom sits with Quinn and Luke on his couch when he walks in with his friends. Trevor and Cole greet the oldest and youngest Hughes while Jack collapses on the couch beside his mom.

“Does your shoulder hurt?” Ellen questions. “Because I brought your medicine with us-”

“It’s okay,” Jack tells his mom. “I brought some with me and took one before I picked up Trevor and Cole. It feels good right now.”

She nods while Trevor and Cole put their things away in Luke’s only extra bedroom.

Jack has no idea what their sleeping arrangements are going to be tonight but he knows that their parents got a hotel room nearby while Quinn, Trevor, and Cole all stay at Luke’s. He offered them the extra bedrooms in the apartment he shares with his girlfriend but they told him that they weren’t interested in hearing what happens when they get home after the show. He wasn’t going to press on the issue so he dropped it.

Around three, Jack leaves Luke’s apartment with Trevor and Cole. The trio head to his shared apartment because he knows that (Y/N) has left to go to the arena. Jack is very much aware of when she leaves for shows. She likes to get there early to soundcheck, costume try ons, do a little rehearsal backstage, and decompress before a show. Especially one this big.

He changes out of his casual t-shirt and loose sport shorts into something more presentable. He throws on a dark blue button up and a pair of jeans. He puts on a hat and a pair of white sneakers to complete the look.

Of course, his friends tease him about his outfit.

“You could go without the hat,” Trevor says. “I mean, you’re seeing your girlfriend for the first time in how long and you’re wearing a hat? She likes your matted hair for whatever reason.”

He rolls his eyes. “My hair is not matted,” he retorts. “Sometimes a little greasy from sweating and being trapped under a helmet but not matted.”

Cole laughs and Jack grabs his keys from the little table by the door. “Just saying,” Trevor replies. “Just looking out for you, Jacky. All eyes are going to be on you until your girl comes on stage tonight.”

He nearly shuts and locks them in his apartment for the night after that.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

⦗ reader’s POV ⦘

Another show, another city. She loves touring and love interacting with the people that gave her this opportunity, but it takes a toll on her after a while. She’s exhausted and she hasn’t even made it to the European leg of the tour yet.

Plus, it’s hard being away from family and friends for weeks and months at time. She hasn’t seen her parents since before she left to tour and FaceTime has become her best friend when she wants to talk to any of her friends or her boyfriend. Especially her boyfriend.

There are no words to express how much she misses Jack and being able to be with him.

She misses their movie nights where they'd fall asleep on the couch with a bowl of popcorn on one of their laps and the next morning it would be all over the floor. She misses the late night cuddles and morning kisses. She even misses when Jack would be late for bed after coming home from a game and he'd just watch film from said game. She loves to join him and he just talks her through every play. It's how she learned more than just the hockey basics that she already knew from watching with her dad when she was younger.

While she's in her dressing room after rehearsals and soundcheck, she pulls out her phone and text Jack since he's been on her mind for a little bit.

hughesy ♡ - 3:04 pm miss you. wish you were here tn

hughesy ♡ - 3:06 pm wish i was there too. you're gonna kill it like you always do (i've been living on tiktok since tour started so i can watch videos people post)

hughesy ♡ - 3:10 pm still. wish you could be here tn. i'd like to see you in the crowd at least once before i leave for the european part of the tour :((

hughesy ♡ - 3:13 pm you will. pinky promise

hughesy ♡ - 3:14 pm can't break a pinky promise, jack

hughesy ♡ - 3:16 pm you know i don't. i love you. see you soon 🤍

With a light sigh at Jack's promise to see her on tour, she puts down her phone and leans back where she sits on the loveseat. Her eyes close for a second and she imagines Jack being in the crowd for one of her shows. Especially after she debuts her new song tonight that she wrote with Jack in mind.

She should probably tell him that she wrote a song about him that will basically confirm their entire relationship. She wrote it to sound like sports in general but everyone will know that it's about Jack. They've all but publicly confirmed their relationship at this point so everyone will absolutely know that the song is about Jack.

The next few hours fly by as she begins to get into her first costume of the night -- a sparkly silver bodysuit made with thin fabric and a pair of matching heeled ankle boots. Hair and makeup come in as soon as she's dressed to get her ready for the several hour show she's about to put on in the hot New Jersey air since it's the dead of summer.

By eight, she's itching to get on stage in front of her hometown crowd. She's underneath the stage with a microphone waiting for her cue to go up.

Her music begins to play and the lights go out. The crowd screams as her platform begins to rise. She pops up right before the lights go on and she opens the show with one of the first songs she ever released when she was literally a 16-year-old out of New York. No one had ever heard her before and a record label took a risk on her after a couple of YouTube covers that got maybe 100 views each.

After her first song, she glances at the VIP tent to see who decided to come. She sees a handful of her Hollywood friends that live in New York City, one or two of her friends that she's made in Jersey over the past few years.

Then she sees Trevor Zegras. Cole Caufield stands in front of him. Luke and Quinn come into view next. Jack is right behind his brothers. Ellen and Jim are with them as well. She can't help but smile when she sees Jack.

The crowd around the tent turns and looks to see what she's smiling at. They lose it and she hears shouts of "Jack Hughes" from that area of the crowd.

Her band begins to play the next song and she jumps right back into the show. Jack being at the show is on the back of her mind. She forgot how good he looks without his arm in a sling. He looks really good, and she can't do anything about it right now.

The surprise portion of the night comes too quickly, but she's excited now that she knows that Jack is in the crowd for her debuting song.

She stands in front of her microphone stand and glances toward the tent where Jack stands. The crowd talks amongst themselves while she prepares herself for the next few minutes.

Everything is going to change in about five minutes.

"I have been debating giving you guys this song since I wrote it a few months ago," she begins to say into her mic. "It's one of my favorite songs that I have ever written, and you will understand why soon. This song is very much unreleased and this is the first time it has ever seen daylight so please be gentle with her. This is my gift to you for everything you have given me over the last few years. This is called 'The Alchemy'."

The crowd absolutely loses their minds when she's done talking. The beginning chords begin to play and she begins to sing these words live for the very first time.

This happens once every few lifetimes These chemicals hit me like white wine

What if I told you I'm back? The hospital was a drag Worst sleep that I ever had I circled you on a map I haven't come around in so long But I'm coming back so strong

Every so often, she turns her head toward the tent like she's singing the song to Jack. It's really to check on his reaction to the song. She spots the huge smile on her boyfriend's face and she mirrors it as she sings.

Flashlights are in the air as she sings since the crowd doesn't know the words. This is what she means by the connection she has with her audience. They always find a way to participate in the show, and she loves them for it. They are what makes this fun.

So when I touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

The crowd loses their minds when they hear the sports reference. She grins before she begins the second verse, once again glancing over at Jack. Trevor is saying something to him, but Jack's eyes are on her. He nods at whatever Trevor is saying without even looking at him.

Her smile grows as she begins her favorite part of the song. She turns her head and looks directly at Jack in the tent.

Shirts off, and your friends lift you up over their heads Beer sticking to the floor Cheers chanted, cause they said There was no chance, trying to be The greatest in the league Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me

As soon as the last line leaves her mouth, the crowd is deafening. She smiles as she's met with such a positive reaction to the song. The crowd gets even louder when the song actually ends. She takes a step back and takes in this moment because it's going to live with her for a very long time.

The crowd keeps the same kind of intensity for the rest of the show, which is about another hour at least. She may have pushed it a little longer as a thank you to the crowd for being so kind to her.

A part of her can't wait to get off stage to greet her boyfriend for the first time in months. She told security to go get him, his family, and his friends from the tent during the last song because she can't wait any longer to hug him, kiss him, and tell him how much she loves and missed him.

She doesn't care how many eyes will be on her when she goes running to him backstage. She just confirmed their entire relationship to millions of people, maybe even billions of people. The last thing she's worried about is how many pairs of eyes are on her when she sees Jack for the first time since his surgery.

The platform she's standing on at the end of the show goes down under the stages once she's done thanking the crowd, her band, her dancers, and her backup singers. She scrambles off of it before it stops moving and is off running to find Jack.

Her heels click as she runs under the stage. She's blinded by the stadium lights when she emerges backstage. Some of the crowd that can see her cheers for her when they see her. It happens at all of her shows. Her eyes scan the entire area before they land on Jack talking with younger brother Luke outside the tent that leads back into the stadium and the dressing room areas. She takes off sprinting.

Jack glances in her direction and smiles when he sees her. The crowd notices him and gets even louder when they realize who is waiting for her.

When she gets to him, she throws herself around him. Suddenly, it becomes just the two of them alone in the world. She buries her face in the crook of his neck and closes her eyes. Jack wraps his arms around her, one of his hands cradling the back of her neck.

"Told you I never break my pinky promises," Jack mumbles into her ear through her hair.

She pulls back and cups his jaw in her hands. Jack dries the tears that she didn't even know began to roll down her cheeks. "You're really here," she says, her voice shaky and hoarse from the show. "I can't believe you're really here."

He grins and nods. "I'm here, and I'd really like it if you would kiss me because I have been waiting months to kiss you," he tells her.

She captures his lips in a long kiss with no hesitation. The remaining crowd loses their minds above her and she smiles as Jack reciprocates the kiss. It's a kiss that's on the quicker side but it feels like an eternity.

"Are you ready for all this?" she questions, motioning around her as she asks the question. "You've always been watching behind the curtain but are you ready for all the eyes to be on you?"

"It's not much different than the eyes I already have on me," he admits. "I already have a ton of eyes on me so yes, I'm ready to share this entire life with you. Now that I've seen you on stage, I don't think I'll be able to stop watching you. You looked stunning up there."

The biggest grin forms on her face. "I missed you, Jack," she tells him. "So much."

"You're not going months without seeing me again," he promises. "I'll make sure of it."

And she believes every single word.

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[lipglossanon]

Day 6

Kink: Biting/Marking

Pairing: Real bro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, incest, bro x sis incest, jealous reader, arguing, dirty talk, slightly mean Leon, biting, unprotected sex, creampie

not proofread

You’re not even sure how it started but by the time midnight rolls around, your apartment is packed to the brim with random people—an impromptu Halloween party that you had no hand in creating. Leon had a few buddies over for drinks and now a few hours later, you’re elbowing costumed people out of your way to get to the kitchen. You want to pull your hair out, disliking so many strangers in your personal space. 

And the fucking cherry on top, you think sourily, is some girl hanging all over Leon. She showed up with Chris, maybe Krauser, you can’t really remember, but she’s been all over your brother ever since she stepped through the door. She’s dressed like a slutty nurse cause she’s so original. You glare over at Chris and Krauser just for good measure, but neither of them notice you in favor of arguing with each other over…

You frown and see an empty beer bottle between them. Are they..?

You fight your way back through the crowd to get closer to them. 

“What? Scared you’ll like it, Redfield?”

“No,” you see Chris roll his eyes, “I just don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable.”

“If they agree to play then they know what they’re getting into,” the blonde grabs the bottle, “and if they don’t like it, they can fuck off.”

Krauser turns and you catch his smirk before he raises his voice to call out, “We’re playing spin the bottle!”

The girl next to Leon cheers and tugs him over to the two burly men on the sofa. A few more people join their group and you hang back, wanting to join but feeling disgust at kissing anyone not Leon (which would disgust everyone else). He glances around and finds you, hovering on the other side of the room. 

You narrow your eyes at him and he shrugs, tilting his head to the group with a look that says ‘what am I supposed to do?’.

The circle moves through people pretty quick, but when it gets to the girl making eyes at Leon, she spins the bottle with a weird little wobble that you’re 100% is on purpose to slowly rotate back to her and stop on Leon who’s seated to her left. 

“Seven minutes in heaven for the lucky couple!” Chris calls out with a wink to the two, confirming he must’ve brought the girl and is now number one on your shit list. 

The girl grabs Leon’s bicep and tugs him over to his closed bedroom door. He doesn’t even look back at you and your chest feels hollow. Tears sting your eyes, but you blink quickly to stop them from falling. You slip on your shoes and grab your keys, leaving the apartment. If he wants to make you feel stupid well he can just go fuck himself. 

You head outside, and find a nearby bench to wallow. The chilly October night seeps into your skin as you breathe in deep. You understand the position you’re both in, Leon can’t exactly come out and say he’s fucking his sister. Well, he could, but it wouldn’t end well for either of you. Sighing, you lean back and gaze unseeing at the light polluted sky. 

Tears slip from the corners of your eyes and drip down your temples into your hairline. You bring your legs up onto the bench and wrap your arms around your knees, burying your face against them so you can cry quietly. You know you have to go back, but it makes you sick to your stomach to go back and see either of them mussed from their make out. Or worse, they’re still locked up in his room. 

You press the heels of your palms against your eyes, wishing to scrub that thought from your brain. 

“You good?”

You jump, hands dropping from your face to look up at the person who spoke. Leon stands there, a frown pinching his brows together. 

“Have you been crying? Who the fuck made you cry?” He reaches forward to brush his hand across your cheek but you yank your head away. 

“How was your little make out?” You snipe back, rubbing the tears away with the sleeve of your jacket. 

“Ahh,” he sighs and sits down next to you, too close but not close enough. “Well, you’ll be happy to know, Chloe was extremely disappointed.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Chloe,” you say her name higher, laced with condescension. 

He bumps your shoulder, “I didn’t do anything with her. Said I had a girlfriend. She stormed out and found someone else.”

You squint at him, eyes roving over his face, “Hmm.”

“I tell you I didn’t cheat and all you do is make a noise? You’re such a bitch,” he scoffs, pinching your thigh. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss slapping his arm, “I don’t fucking hang all over some slag all night and then get offended when assumptions are made.”

“Fuck you for not trusting me,” he growls back, catching your hands before you can slap at him again, “think I want some fucking easy hole when I have your hot little cunt waiting and willing for me anytime I want? Use your fucking brain.”

You try to pull out from his grip but he tightens his hold on your wrists, pinching the skin, “Let go you asshole.”

“I don’t think I will,” he curls his lip, “seems you need a lesson in gratitude.”

“Gratitude?” You sputter out a laugh, “you’re so fucking full of yourself. God, you get on my nerves.”

“Feelings mutual, little sis,” he murmurs against your ear and the dough of your thighs press together. 

“Now, we’re going up to the apartment and kicking everyone out,” he makes eye contact with you, “and then I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk.”

Your clit throbs at the heated words. He grins and tugs you up off the bench, pulling you back inside and all the way back to the apartment. Dropping your wrists, he opens the door and pushes you inside. There’s still a handful of people milling around, drinking and talking over the music. 

Leon walks over to the stereo and shuts it off. He loudly claps his hands twice. 

“It’s been fun, but it’s over. Get your shit and get the fuck out,” he calls out to everyone. 

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but a smile still spreads across your face as everyone packs up and makes their way out. No one ever said Leon wasn’t blunt. As soon as the last person leaves, he walks through the apartment to double check. Once the coast is clear, he’s crowding your personal space. 

“Now, little sis, how should you show me how grateful you are,” he dips forward and kisses your neck. 

He grabs your arm and drags you to his room, leaving the door open now that the apartment’s empty. Shoving you down onto his bed, he wastes no time in yanking your clothes off until you’re completely naked. 

“You’re wet,” he laughs. “Fucking slut.”

“Shut up,” you shoot back, body hot as he smirks at you.  

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he runs his hands up your legs to your hips.  

“Let me lick that clit, baby sis,” he murmurs, dropping kisses across your thighs, “let me lick that swollen little bud til you're creaming my tongue.”

“Fuck,” you whine, high and throaty, “please, Leon, want your mouth on my pussy.”

He groans and sloppily kisses your slit, lips pulling away with a sheen of slick coating them like gloss. 

“So messy, baby,” he presses your thighs open wide, palms hot against your skin.

“Such a slippery,” he kisses your pussy lips, “fat,” another kiss, “slutty,” he gently nips your pudgy clit, “cunt.”

He slaps his palm down over your mound, making your hips jump, “And it’s all mine. Isn’t that right? This pussy is for big brother to use when he wants.”

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, thighs trembling under his hands. “S’all yours, I promise. Please, lick me, big brother. I need it.”

“Aw, you need it?” He mocks, blowing cool air across your soaked cunt. “My sis and her pretty pussy need me to lick her all up?”

Huffing in frustration, you dig your toes into his side, “Eat me out or fuck me, I’m not laying here all night being teased.”

He narrows his eyes, tossing his hair to move his fringe out of his line of vision, “Are you getting bratty with me?”

Matching his tone, you smile sweetly, “It’s not bratty when you’re being an asshole, big brother.”

He growls and yanks your hips down as he drops to his knees next to the mattress. 

“I’m gonna eat this bratty pussy until you’re screaming my name,” he slaps your mound and you whine. “Gonna stay here all night, tongue buried in your tight hole til you squirt all over me.”

“Fuck,” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle in his sandy blonde hair, “please.”

“That what you need, sis? Need me to show her who’s in charge?”

“Yes, yes,” you arch your hips up, trying to entice him more, “wanna cum all over your face.” 

“God, gonna teach this bratty pussy a lesson,” he promises before burying his face in your cunt. 

You lose complete track of time as Leon makes you cum on his tongue over and over and over; pushing him away does nothing; whining about being sensitive gets you nowhere. You just lay there and take it as your brother licks your cunt until you’re gushing. 

“Thatta girl,” he coos mockingly, face soaked in your slick and cum. “Knew I could get you to do it.”

“Fuck off,” your voice cracks, tear tracks decorating your cheeks. “I-I can’t keep going.”

“Yes you can,” he finally pulls away from your swollen and sensitive cunt. He sheds the rest of his clothes until he’s fully nude. 

Climbing over your body, he drags his cock across your pussy lips making your hips jolt at the too much sensation. 

“Leon,” you whimper. “Please.”

“Nuh uh,” he clicks his tongue. “This bratty pussy needs to learn her place, little sis.”

Shivering, you don’t stop him as Leon lines up and presses his leaking cock into your sensitive hole. Both of you moan as he bottoms out, pelvis pressing down on your pudgy clit. 

“Best fucking pussy,” he groans, pulling out to slam back in, dick bullying into your swollen fluttering walls. “Goddamn, so fucking tight. My little sister’s hole just loves big brother’s dick so much.”

You choke out a whine, nails scoring a hot trail down his back. Leon retaliates by sinking his teeth into your neck, too high to hide with anything except a turtleneck. 

“Your g’nna leave a mark,” you slur out, fingers digging into his shoulder blades.

“Oh, too bad,” he simpers. “Maybe you’ll think twice about being a fucking baby.”

He bites and sucks a collar around your neck, worrying the skin until it stings. In a couple of spots, he bites too hard and blood drips down your throat. Groaning, he laps it up, hips rabbiting against yours as he roughly fucks you into the mattress. With every thrust, he grinds against your fat slippery clit until he’s pulling another orgasm from your exhausted body. 

“Fuck, that’s—god, you’re gonna make me bust a nut, too fucking tight,” he growls, raising up to piston his cock in and out of your throbbing pussy. “Take it, take it, take it, slutty fucking—“

His mutterings cut off as he groans, hips pumping his cock into your drooling cunt as he cums, walls milking him to shoot hot rope after rope of cum until it drips from your stuffed hole. 

After a minute or two, he finally pulls out with a sigh, flopping down onto the bed next to you. Too tired to move, you raise your hand up to touch his shoulder. 

“We’re a mess,” you hum. 

“I’ll clean us up once I can feel my legs,” comes his muffled voice near your head.

You laugh before cringing, feeling his cum leak from your pussy. 

“Yuck, sooner the better, please.”

He shifts and raises up over you, blue eyes searching your face, “We good?”

You smile and lift your neck up to kiss his nose, “We’re good.”

[worldlxvlys]

Can you pls make a fix where reader smokes with a guy friend after Chris says it’s not a good idea but the stuff she smokes is laced and the friend tries to make a couple moves but Chris steps in last minute and beats up the friend and then brings her home and takes care of her? Maybe before they are official they are still dealer and costumer

here for you

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: reader gets laced, unwanted touches, vomit, violence, blood (please please read with caution)

a/n: hope you like, also we’re just gonna name the dude jake and keep it pushin

dwb! chris masterlist

with that, i rolled my eyes and placed my phone down. i heard it vibrate again, but ignored it, missing his response.

“i’m coming over.”

“everything ok?” jake asked, noting my annoyed expression.

“yup, let’s do this” i said, watching him pull out two pre-rolled joints. we were sat on my front porch, a good amount of distance between us.

“oh wow, got me my own and everything” i said, as he lit mine and passed it to me.

“of course, princess. anything for you” it felt wrong, hearing someone other than chris call me that. i felt like i was cheating on him, which is crazy, considering we’re not together.

i brought the joint up to my lips, inhaling and taking slow puffs of the smoke. i closed my eyes while exhaling, enjoying the feeling that washed over me.

jake did the same with his joint, and i could feel his eyes burn into the side of my head.

“you starting to feel it?” he asked. i opened my eyes and realized he was suddenly a lot closer to me than he had originally been.

this was weird. usually when i’d smoke i would feel a sense of relaxation and happiness, almost in a state of euphoria.

now? i was feeling very relaxed. too relaxed.

my body felt light and my brain was fuzzy.

“oh yeah, you’re feeling it baby” he said as he brought his hand to my face, caressing it.

“you’re so pretty baby” he whispered in my ear as he brought his hands to my waist.

“jake? what are ya doin’?” i mumbled out, i could barely keep my eyes open.

“don’t worry about it baby, just close your eyes” his hand started rubbing my thigh as he brought his face to my neck

“please stop” i whispered, wanting to push him off but not having the energy to.

i was so out of it, i didn’t hear the heavy footsteps traveling up the steps of my front porch.

“yo, she said stop” chris.

chris pulled jake off of me by the collar of his shirt. he didn’t hesitate to pull his arm back, and swing. all that was heard was the sickening crack as his fist collided with jake’s nose.

jake let out a cry as he fell to the ground.

i couldn’t even keep up with what was happening. in contrast to the instant lightness my body had when i started to smoke, my body was now heavy. it felt like i was being held down by a million weights.

chris climbed on top of jake, and landed blow after blow. he threw punch after punch leaving jake’s face bruised and bloodied.

“chris?” i called out, wanting him close to me.

this seemed to make chris snap out of his angry state, as he rushed over to me.

he took in my drowsy state, his eyes softening.

“jesus ma” he whispers as he picks me up bridal style.

“you’re ok baby, i promise. i’m gonna take care of you” he said as he gave my forehead a kiss.

he then carried me to his car, buckling me in and giving my hand a squeeze, “i’ll be right back, ma”

he walked over to jake and pulled him up by the collar, whispering something in his ear before letting go of him and coming back to the car.

once we arrived at his house, he picked me up again and carried me to the door.

he put me down briefly, to push his key in the door and open it, then proceeded to pick me up and carry me to his room.

as soon as we got to his room, he placed me on his bed.

suddenly, i began to feel nauseous.

“chris- toilet” he seemed to understand what i was trying to say, and quickly helped me to his bathroom.

as i hovered over the toilet, i threw up my stomach’s contents making my throat burn and eyes water.

he pulled my hair back, and rubbed my back soothingly.

“ok, baby. it’s ok, let it out”

once i finished, i started to fall back as chris caught me. he wrapped one arm around me, the other flushing the toilet.

“i’m sorry chris, so sorry”

“don’t apologize, ma. that’s what i’m here for. you got me, i’m not going anywhere” he said as he continued to rub my back.

“chris, i feel so disgusting” i mumbled.

“i know, baby. do you wanna take a bath?” i nodded my head.

“ok, is it alright if i help you? i don’t want anything to happen to you, ma” he asked.

“yes, chris. thank you for asking first”

“of course, ma. don’t wanna make you uncomfortable”

“ok don’t move, i’ll be right back” he said as he leaned me against the wall.

he quickly went back to his room, grabbing a towel and clean clothes for me to change into.

when he got back, he began to run the bath water and adjusted the temperature to my liking.

while the water continued to run, he helped me brushed my teeth.

once the water was done, he undressed me, and helped me into the water.

he rubbed the soap onto my skin gently, constantly checking to see if i was ok or if he was making me uncomfortable.

when he finished, he helped me dry off and put on his clean clothes.

once back in his room, he sat me down on his bed.

“do you want space or cuddles?” he asked, very careful not to cross any boundaries.

“cuddles please”

with that, he sat down next to me and opened his arms. i leaned up against him, placing my head on his chest. “thank you, chris”

i said before drifting off to sleep.

he watched me sleep, feeling my heartbeat against his own.

“i’ll always be here for you” he whispered.

———————

idk if y’all have caught onto this but i’ve never smoked a day in my life😭

me and google were like this 🤞🏾 while writing

hope you enjoyed <333

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[thoughtsforsoob]

couple halloween costumes w/ txt

a/n: i know summer is comming to an end to please start accepting these fall crumbs i am going to be pushing out :) i am a fall/winter girlie so please bare with me. please enjoy. i will be getting to my inbox as soon as i can.

yeonjun: nanami + tomoe

he actually came up with this costume and you were really suprised

you asked him why and his answer was "i just wanted to be to fox guy. he's kinda..." he bites his lip and you playfully smack his arm

he let's you help him put together his outfit and he put's together yours

since you were struggling to find an outfit online, you make him one from scratch and he swears he's fallen in love all over again

soobin: makima + denji

anime nerd #1

i know some might find this pairing a little stange but it's all for the jokes

soobin is just so whipped for you so this costume fits the both of you so well (if this has changed from the first season, please don't tell me :(

he also just wants to see you dress up all formal with a tie (boobs boobs boobs)

beomgyu: beast boy + raven

idk about you guys but i just discovered that beomgyu gives beast boy energy

he's just silly and his gf for sure has to be there to put him in line

he actually brought up the idea because he'd been watching teen titans

he also get's an excuse to ask you to dress in her original costume (legs he loves your legs omg)

taehyun: mario + princess peach

it's a super basic constume but he loves it a lot

he actually let's you pick out your halloween constumes every year because he likes to see you light up when you present all your ideas to him

he expected you to wear a full on dress but when you come out in someone a little smaller and less over the top, his face and ears turn red

hesitates to take you out because he thinks you look so pretty

huening kai: howl + sophie

it's such a cute and wholesome costume

he also wanted an excuse to try on long hair

he definately suprises you by bleaching his hair for the costume to be accurate

he also makes sure the both of you take a ton of photos together

"we'll show our kids some day how cool their parents are"

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 25

Damn. I actually hate seeing that number up there. Because that means it's done. Eight months, twenty-five chapters, 52895 words, and one hell of a ride.

I'll start posting the sequel on Tuesday, and will post Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays until it's done. I hope to get it done before October's end. But that's not looking likely at the moment.

But once it's done, I will post the epilogue. This was actually written first and was a way for me to flesh out the band members. Then I just wanted to dive right in to writing the full story. A link to the original idea here.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24

~

The rest of the American tour while it had its ups and downs was pretty much was uneventful. When Steve got back to Cali, he got some actual therapy from someone Gareth’s therapist, Dr. Sam Owens recommended to him. To not only deal with the abandonment issues left by his parents and Nancy but to help deal with the sudden onslaught of fame.

It was going well.

It was the therapist that had strongly recommended going on the vacation with his two best friends. That really helped put his life in perspective.

They were out celebrating Gareth’s one year of being sober and everyone had been invited. Jeff, Brian, and Eddie, of course. Even Vickie made it out. Dustin, Will, Mike, Max, Lucas, Ellie, Hopper, Robin, all the members of The Fallen, sans persona. Gareth had really become friends with all of them, yes even Steve. Gareth and Shane became really close. It was nice to see.

“Cheers!” Jeff said holding up their glasses of sparkling apple cider that they had all brought to share.

“Cheers!” the rest of them cried, clinking their glasses together.

They had rented out a nice surf and turf restaurant for the occasion and everyone was catching up. The owner was a friend of Jonathan’s, Argyle Rivera. He had gotten his start with a pizza food truck and it just exploded.

“So what did you and Mike decide to do?” Steve asked when there was a lull in the conversation. “I know you two weren’t sure the last time I was in Hawkins.”

Mike and Will shared a bashful look before Mike said, “I wrote a children’s book and Will illustrated it. We sent it out to a couple of different publishers so we’re just waiting to hear back.”

“That’s amazing!” Dustin cried. “You guys are going to be awesome.”

“Yeah,” Will said brightly. “I finally convinced Jonathan into going in to photography at the local community collage and he’s doing really well.”

“Nancy is going to school, too,” Mike said quietly, knowing how most of the group felt about his sister.

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? What is the once great Nancy Wheeler going to be studying?”

Mike perked up a little that someone had taken a interest in what he said. “She’s actually going into journalism. Especially to be a war corespondent. After everything rightfully fell apart after the incident with The Fallen and Corroded Coffin, she took a hard look at her life and decided she hated the person she had become. So she’s been in therapy and has gotten into her dream school of Emerson.”

“That’s good,” Steve said quietly. Robin gave his a hand gentle squeeze and he returned it with a grateful smile.

“What are doing next, Ellie?” Brian asked. “Designing more epic costumes for the rich and famous? I saw that dress you designed for Lupita Nyong’o for the premier of her new movie. That was a gorgeous shade of purple.”

Ellie’s face dimpled in the force of her wide, happy smile. “Something like that. I’m just glad the dress turned out so well. I’ll be heading back to New York, to stay this time. I got a job at a fashion house that I’m really excited for.”

“What about you and Dusty?” Lucas asked, tilting his head. “I thought things were going great.”

Both Dustin and Ellie share a blushing smile.

“We’re still together,” Dustin replied. “I’ll be in Boston and she’ll be in New York. We’ll going to try and make it work.”

Max nodded. “Long distance can suck, but if the other person is worth it you can make it work.” She nudged Lucas’s shoulder and he grinned back.

“So you didn’t get traded to Lakers like you wanted?” Gareth asked Lucas.

He shook his head. “Maybe next year. But in the mean time, Max has a couple interviews at Tony Hawk’s video game company as a mo-cap performer for the female characters in his games.”

Everyone oohed and ahhed and congratulated her.

“I don’t have the job yet,” she muttered, but happily soaked up the attention anyway.

Dustin turned to Steve and Robin. “When are you two going to do something with your lives?”

Eddie winced and Steve and Robin didn’t even have to glance at each other to be suddenly on the same wavelength of doom.

If this was an anime you would have have seen the dark waves behind their heads.

“We make good money doing what we do,” Robin said darkly. “Yeah, it’s a bit jack of all trades, but it’s fun. We’re never stuck doing the same thing. We get travel all over the world. We get to meet famous people and all the perks of fame with the drawbacks of having our privacy invaded on the regular.”

“Jack of all trades, but master of none,” Dustin said to be pedantic. “Don’t you guys want to do something specific, like a teacher or a doctor?”

Robin snorted. “No.”

Chrissy hand covered hers, and Robin gave her a squeeze back. She was fine, just annoyed.

“Yeah,” Steve said. “And I don’t why being a jack of all trades is bad thing. Focusing on one thing is great for the people who can do it, but I love the different jobs. Roadie one tour, PA another, then EMT the next. It’s great.”

Dustin frowned, stabbing his plate with his fork.

“My therapist says people are like plants,” Gareth said, “some people are trees and they grow up slowly. Some are bamboo and in the right environment shoot up super fast. But some people are like periwinkle and grow out sideways. Robin and Steve are like that. It’s still growth, just not the growth you want them to have.”

“I guess,” he huffed. He looked up at Steve. “Are you happy doing what you do?”

Steve and Eddie shared a glance. “Yes, for all its faults, I am very happy.”

He nodded and they went back to celebrating Gareth’s year of sobriety. But under the cover of the loud celebration and raucous laughter, Vickie and Simon chatted quietly to themselves.

~

Steve and Eddie lay on the bed in Eddie’s mansion curled up together after sex.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked Steve when he had curled up under his chin and held on tight.

“We were out celebrating,” he murmured, “and I couldn’t even tell them we were in a relationship.”

“Most of the people there already knew, babe,” Eddie murmured. But when Steve didn’t say anything it clicked. “You wanted to tell the kids. Especially after the bomb Mike dropped about Nancy moving on.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie scooted down the bed to look Steve in the eye. “Whatever you do or don’t tell them is entirely up to you I don’t care either way.”

“You don’t care that we’ll never get to go on dates or be seen holding hands or kissing?” Steve asked seriously.

Eddie shook his head. “Do you want to know why?”

“I guess,” Steve said with a half shrug.

“Because when I first got into the music business,” Eddie murmured, “I slept with anyone who would give a passing fancy.”

Steve looked up at him in confusion. “But I thought you already had a crush on me then?”

“I did,” Eddie confirmed. “But here’s the thing, sweetheart, do you know who’s partners get torn apart the most in celebrity relationships?”

Steve shook his head.

“Those with non-famous partners,” Eddie said. “If your partner is anything other than a C or B list celebrity when you’re an A-list, you get called out for ‘slumming it’ and their partners get called all sorts of nasty names, but especially ‘gold digger’. Which is the last thing I wanted for you.”

“Is that why you were okay with being with after you found out I was secretly famous?”

Eddie rose up and tackled Steve into the pillows. “You listen close, Steve Harrington. That was absolutely not why. I didn’t even show up with the flowers intending on confessing anything other than knowing your secret. It was like I suddenly saw all the facets of the diamond I’d been admiring for years and realizing any reason I had to not put myself forward were stupid.”

Steve blinked up at him in awe. “Oh.”

“Yeah, baby, ‘oh’,” Eddie huffed. “Continuing to protect you from the shame and humiliation of the slings and arrows of the media is my mission in life, okay? And if you ever decide to come out, either as bisexual as Steve or as Steve as Abbadon, I will be there for you. One hundred percent.”

Steve’s eyes welled up and he nodded. “Okay.” His lips quivered. “I love you so much. I just want you to be happy.”

Eddie kissed him fiercely. “I know you do and you make me very happy. The Fallen, Abbadon, being closeted? All that? That’s just a part of you that I love.” He bounced onto the bed. “In fact...”

He grabbed his phone and started going through it. “Eureka!” He turned the phone around to a paint of a night, shielding a maiden from the sun and a large crowd of people. This is us, babe. I am the knight and you are my maiden. I won’t get tired, or upset that you need protecting.”

Steve blushed. He sat up and pulled up his knees to his chest. “When we first started coming up with names for us, we didn’t originally all have the same letter.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows. “Wait, really?”

Steve shook his head. “Spence was just Death. Shane was always Astraeus. Simon was struggling with finding a name that fit.”

“And did you have your name picked out?” Eddie asked gently, knowing where this was going.

He pursed his lips and nodded. “I didn’t think we’d make it this far. I really thought we would have crashed and burned by now.” He closed his eyes and hung his head. “Part of the myth with Icarus and the wax wings that people forget was that he was flying all over the place. That if he flied straight and true like his father suggested, he would have survived. But he flew too close to the seas as well as the sun.”

Steve sighed and then looked over at Eddie. “And that’s what I thought I was doing with the band. Flying too low with the fact that we were preps wanting to break into the metal scene and then flying too high with the personas and masks. I was going to not only wreck my life but the lives of people I cared about.”

He let out a low shuddering breath. “That maybe I should have listened to my father. To go to college, to get a degree in business, to fly straight.”

“So what changed your mind?” Eddie asked. “Other than Shane wanting everyone to have all the same letter as a middle finger to everyone trying to guess your identities, I guess.”

Steve let out a watery chuckle. “Shane reminded me of the beginning of Icarus’s story. That he had grown up in the labyrinth, never seeing the sky. How could his father had not seen that of course Icarus was going to play the second they were out? That, yes they were fleeing for their lives, but this was the first time his son had seen the sun, felt the breeze on his face and touched the waves on the sea.”

“But if Daedalus had played with Icarus instead of yelling at him, his father would have been able to keep him from getting too close to the things that would have harmed him,” Steve finished. “That he would have been there to catch his son when he began to fall.”

“So what was the lesson?” Eddie prompted.

“I wasn’t Icarus,” Steve said. “I was always free, I might have fallen from grace according to my parents, but that like God in the Christian story, they were cruel and cast me out because what they wanted for me wasn’t what I wanted.”

Eddie smiled. “So you became Abbadon instead. The one that fell but God still relied on to destroy the wicked. The opposite of Steve Harrington. The boy that rose up like a phoenix from the ashes to be better than his parents dreamed.”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Icarus was the first to fall mythos wise, but Abbadon was the one people fear coming back.”

Eddie pulled him close. “Well, you’re my angel, now. Fallen or not, I’m not giving you up for anything.”

Steve kissed him softly. “I’m putting a lot of trust you, Munson. Don’t fuck this up.”

Eddie laughed and kissed him fiercely. Then he proceeded to show Steve all the ways loved him.

Steve knew he might always have doubts and fears, but now he had the support system he always needed.

It was more than past time to fly and in Eddie’s arms there was no limit to how high he could go now.

And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

~

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[barren-heart]

The Hidden Love Story of What We Do in the Shadows: How The Internet Fell in Love with Harvey Guillen’s Guillermo de la Cruz

I think it’s fair to call this show what it is: a comedy.

The actors have said it’s themselves: the show is 50% improv, 50% script. A lot of what we see is a brilliant collaboration of talent, writing, and the actors saying the funniest thing they can say about something in that moment.

According to Harvey Guillen, some scenes would last 30 minutes each if they didn’t cut it down. That improv is what makes the show what is it: the funniest show on television.

What’s interesting about this little Shit and Fart show (affectionate), is the heart of it all: Guillermo.

Originally the show was looking for an older man to play Nandor’s familiar. The character had worked for his master for 20 years, not 10 as we see in the pilot episode.

Harvey got an audition randomly. At a wine and cheese night of a friend’s, he was invited to audition for the part. It was random, but also, it was fate.

Let me explain.

Harvey Guillen auditioning for the role of Guillermo

(I actually have the full audition tape of Harvey’s if anyone’s interested.) Link below!

Harvey didn’t “fit the part” (Harvey’s words) whatsoever of this character and decided to dress himself to look older, putting on what he calls his Harry Potter glasses and parted his hair down the middle.

The Guillermo we see in the pilot was all Harvey’s idea of what that character should be and the costuming department just ran with it. It’s also fun to point out that to those who don’t know, Harvey created Guillermo’s last name even before he knew he’d play the show’s Vampire Slayer.

I mention this because I don’t think they (showrunner, producers,etc) expected Guillermo to become such a fan favorite. Which kinda explains why his character is the punching bag of season one and why it somewhat changes as seasons go by.

I mean, we don’t even see Guillermo in this season one poster (we don’t see Colin Robinson, either. But I feel like I could write an entirely other post about that character and why I think he’s genuinely the best and most consistently written character on the show. But I won’t right now).

I think they expected Guillermo to be a one-note side kick, which is fine. Many of Harvey’s previous roles were nearly background characters (think Benedict Pickwick in The Magicians).

But, Harvey’s take on the character coupled with his talent at being both comedic and dramatic really shined through. And I think that’s where you start to see that maybe they could do more with him than just being the funny guy in the background.

I also think that’s why you start to see some threading of a more serious plot when it comes to Guillermo’s storyline because of Harvey’s range.

Who would’ve known a funny bit like being a Van Helsing descent in a house full of vampires would get you compelling scenes like the familiar fight The Night Market, Nouveau Théâtre des Vampires, and the Nandor and Guillermo fight in The Portrait?

Harvey mentioned having to train for these and wanted to do his own stunts! And he does them well!

Did they imagine Guillermo being such a badass in the pilot? Probably not. But he is and people took to it. The serious fight scenes (even with bits of comedy filtered in) really stand out in their own as excellent action scenes.

Along with badass scenes, Harvey delivered compelling emotional scenes like Guillermo’s coming out (which Harvey actually cried in as well as other cast and crew, and they had to edit it to not make it too serious), the scene he left Nandor for Celeste, and many scenes in S5’s Exit Interview.

I also think they didn’t anticipate his chemistry with Kayvan Novak. It’s brought up a lot in interviews with them and everyone can tell that they genuinely are really good friends in real life, which makes acting together on screen that much better.

(Funny enough, he was supposed to do a chemistry read with Kayvan before shooting and wasn’t able to meet him until they were on set for the pilot. )

I think in some ways, even though the show wanted it to be a funny Gaston and Lefou type relationship, Kayvan and Harvey had undeniable chemistry you couldn’t deny.

And I think that began to grow with their character’s evolving relationship. From master and servant to friends to sometimes the show and network alluding to them being in a romance (Guillermo’s drunk love confession, Marwa liking what Nandor likes, the Network making videos about shipping Nandermo).

And even Paul Simms (the one who is being grilled for That’s His Boss quote), also said “Guillermo and Nandor is the greatest love story in modern television.”

So yeah, I think originally they started the show with the intention that it was supposed to be similar to the movie that shares its name. The Nandor/Guillermo drama of Shadows the TV show would be so out of place in the movie. The whole Guillermo vampire arc, if it was movie inspired, would not be as dramatic as they have made it in the show.

Looking back to the pilot, I can see that they really tried to make it as close to the source material as possible. But I think it took off in a direction that even the creators didn’t imagine it would go. Just a silly little comedy show about silly little vampires. And don’t get me wrong, it still definitely is.

But the show has evolved. And for better or worse, Nandor and Guillermo’s relationship will be one of the most compelling things about the show and I’m curious where they are going to take it now.

I guess this turned into a bit of an Harvey Guillen appreciation post and honestly, why not? Look at that adorable face.

[littlemissstel]

Fright Night - Sukuna Ryomen

SFW, mentions of a clown, profanity, weapons (knives, blades), no use of (Y/n), names include 'baby' and 'lover', Not proof read, established relationship.

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Sukuna wasn't one for dressing up and knocking on peoples' doors- his patience had only lasted 20 minutes with Yuuji and Jin as he, so graciously, accompanied them for trick-or-treating because ,"it would be a great memory".

So when you brought up the groups plan to attend this years Fright Night he was apprehensive to say the least...

Your boyfriend was proficient at many things - most of which were not legal nor morally correct- but for the better part of the two weeks leading up to the event he seemed to gain a particular talent in complaining; which you had gained a particular talent in ignoring.

And thus, with a great show of resilience on your part, the awaited day arrived.

"Staring won't make me finish any faster" you say catching his eye in the rear view mirror as you fumble to put in the faux fangs. In a last ditch attempt to brighten Sukuna's morale you let him have reign over your costumes, sending him an onslaught of Pinterest boards and couples TikToks for ideas (he ended up blocking you on both). He put a great deal of thought into what the two of you should be. Vampires. How original.

"If it did we'd be at home already- you don't need that--"

"I am almost done anyway-- and- yes- i- DO--" you emphasize with every slap to his arm as he reaches out for the remaining fang.

This scuffle lasts until an all too familiar laugh is heard with a knock to the window. There standing are Gojo, Geto, Shoko, Toji and his friend Shiu ,who you know from the number of house parties you attend, all wearing film inspired costumes.

"I hope we're not interrupting something, if you're busy we can head in without you" the white hair man teases with a shit eating grin which you know can't be helping Sukuna's tolerance so with a quick, mutual, glare to your lover you open the door, stepping out to greet your friends and evaluate their outfits with Sukuna following behind in a sluggish manor.

The group had split later on in the night leaving you with Shoko while Sukuna and Shiu lingered a few paces back, engrossed in their own conversation. The once illuminated sky had turned pitch black and though scintillating lights from stalls and rides uncovered you, you couldn't help but happily embrace the darkness which offered you a moments rest from the eyes of preying actors with machetes and masks. A moment to let your guard down.

Sukuna had since warmed up to the outing, enjoying the screams you all (Gojo) let out from jump-scares, even going as far as scaring you himself which had landed him a firm fist against his face, though it was all in good pleasure. He found himself fitting into the place quite neatly.

"i think the adrenaline is wearing off because i'm this close to crashing" Shoko sighs halfheartedly

"we are headed to the exit soon but i might not make it to then..."

"pretty convenient for Utahime to catch a cold the night before coming here, but i can't say i blame her the-"

A loud shriek erupted from your throat as a bloodied figure sporting a clown mask approached you, swinging a blade too long to pass any health inspection; in a split second making it an inch away from your face- taunting, laughing. In hysterics you ran for refuge, catching the attention of your boyfriend you grabbed onto his arm and shielded yourself behind him, yelling a stream of horror filled profanities at no one in particular. Sukuna didn't move an inch. Staring at the clown, his lips molded into a slight smirk as he wrapped his arm behind himself, finding grip on the front of your tattered dress and bringing you forward with a force that propelled you right back in front- where you started.

Your head rushed with terror, ears invaded by the sounds of your cry's and laughter both shared by the clown and Sukuna alike. You gave in, crouching down into a fetal-like position with your hands covering your head. A few more taunts and the clown left leaving Shoko hovering over you protectively with Sukuna and Shiu approaching - highly amused.

"a little mean don't you think?"

Sukuna ignored him and crouched down to your level, matching your height.

"Come onnn. I thought you weren't scared baby? What happened to all the times we watched 'IT'? I thought he was your favourite"

"You're an asshole!" Your muffled voice ripples but soon your engulfed by another warmth as your love embraces you in his arms.

"Aw shush" he coos with false consolation, "You were right, this is fun..."

Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

This was my first fanfiction so please feel free to leave any constructive critism or just a quick "hi!"!

I did this on a whim and did not go back to edit it so apologies for any mistakes.

want to know a secret?...I've never watch Jujitsu Kaisen either...

[filmbyjy]

COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

FOURTY – sunghoon maid costume

you could not believe your eyes when you witnessed sunghoon walking down the hallway towards jake's office in a maid office. his face was dark, clearly he didn't enjoy this little punishment. maybe this was what he kinda deserved for causing pain and suffering to you and sunoo all these years with his endless dating scandals.

sunghoon does a little curtsy in his outfit and hands you a plate of sandwiches.

"here you go." he says in the most monotonous voice ever. you burst out laughing.

"so why did jake ask you do to this?"

he sighs, "because i caused so much trouble to you and sunoo...for a long time...and i tried to flirt with you too...jake ask me to wear this."

"you're actually pretty in this."

sunghoon tilts his head, his ears perked up as you say it. "really?"

you held in your laughter, "yeah, the pink bow adds to the outfit. you look like those people who got forced by little girls to wear it."

"okay, so i brought-" jay stops in his tracks. shocked to see sunghoon in a maid outfit. "your milk tea...what the fuck happened to you."

"jake happened. that spawn of satan made me wear this as a punishment."

jay laughs. "well, he has great taste. you look good, my dearest friend. the finest lady ever." jay smacks sunghoon's shoulders. sunghoon groans.

“this is embarrassing. why did he have to make me do this?” sunghoon whines.

“you could’ve just…idk not do it?” jay says.

“but my job is at stake.” sunghoon huffs.

“well buddy then I can’t help you.” jay shrugs. sunghoon deadpans.

“you were of no help the moment you walked in.”

“boo hoo, you’re sounding like a little baby.” jay argues back.

“ohoho you’re getting on my nerves-”

“can you two just shut the fuck up?” you say as you stood in between them. sunghoon and jay don’t try to argue any further. they kept quiet.

“good, now why is jake doing all of this?”

“bro code, sorry cant tell.” sunghoon shrugs.

“yeah, all we can say is…he planned something huge for you.”

“we’ve been dating for 3 months. if jake proposes to me, I swear to god.” sunghoon freezes. “park sunghoon, for the love of god. please tell me he’s not proposing to me. it’s been 3 months.”

“ehem, no spoilers.” he does jazz hands to stop the awkward tension from rising. jay deadpans and smacks the back of sunghoon’s head.

“he’s not proposing, don’t worry.”

“okay, good.” you sighed out. while you’d love to have a marriage with jake, you feel like this would be too fast for you to process. sure, jake would be an amazing husband from the past few gestures in the last 3 months but you weren’t physically ready to become a wife just yet.

sunghoon gets a call. with a couple of hums and grunts from him, the call ends and he stares at you.

“alright, sim jaeyun awaits for you. heeseung hyung is driving you there. he’s waiting downstairs, m’lady.” he does a curtsy once again. jay bursts out laughing.

“you should get a wig, it would really do you justice.” jay mentions as he tries to stop himself from laughing harder.

sunghoon glares at jay, “escort her or I will kick you with these high heel boots.”

jay wipes the tears of joy as he laughs, “okay okay. I’ll escort her. come with me, (name).”

and so jay drags you out to the carpark of the building. heeseung waits for you, he holds out the door for you and he bows.

“welcome.”

“heeseung, what the hell are you doing?”

“play along, jake is paying me big money for this. ehem.” he holds out his hand. “let’s get you to your requested venue.”

“okay…” you were a little suspicious but you still went along with it.

after a couple of turns and red lights, finally you made it to the venue. it was an apartment building, felix held out the door for you to walk in. heeseung bows and leaves.

“lix, why are you here?”

“jake asked us all to be here.”

“oh, he is definitely proposing.”

“mmm, not what you think but I shall just. keep my mouth shut. ningning and gaeul are waiting for you by the elevator, go ahead.” he shows you the direction.

and so you made your way over.

“pause.” ningning says as soon as you stood in front of them. “we need to put you in the most beautiful outfit.”

they both dragged you inside one of the rooms, next thing you knew. you were being put into different variety of clothing and when they finally found the most perfect one. they slapped on some makeup for you. the clapped their hands.

“perfect!” ningning says.

“jake is gonna fall for you all over again!” gaeul adds. you couldn’t help but blush.

gaeul and ningning pulls you back to the elevators, they clicked on the last floor. a penthouse but why are you going here? the elevator dings and the opens wide, right to the floor of the penthouse. not a single door in sight. it just leads right into the home. your jaw drops.

there jake was, standing in a tuxedo. he steps forward and lets a key dangle down his two fingers. you tilt your head because what did he mean by this. his free hand reaches out for yours and holds it. it was warm and soft. the sparkles in his eyes, glimmering under the light.

“(name).” jake starts off.

“our relationship has had a rocky start, I hurt you twice and somehow…you still chose me in the end. I don’t deserve you. you’re the prettiest girl ever and I’m just a boy who’s hopelessly in love. I-I want to be with you forever and I know it’s too early to say that, we’re only 3 months into our relationship. however, I promise to be with you till the very end so instead of a promise ring…how about a promise house?” he throws a small awkward smile at the end. unsure if you’d even accept it.

“oh jaeyun…” you gave him a big hug. he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck. “yes, I’ll move in with you.”

“SHE SAID YES!!!” jake screams. confetti poppers were set out and your friends were happily yelling congratulations. jake jumps around with you in his arms.

“oh oh! I have to show you something!” he drags you upstairs, to which it leads to the rooftop garden.

your jaw drops at the view. it was…perfect.

“do you like it?”

“of course!” you hugged him once more.

“we can play around with Layla up here if she doesn’t want to go downstairs. I need to dog-proof up here though. kinda dangerous for her still.”

“we can settle this later, for now…I LOVE YOU!!!” you gave him kisses all over his face. jake squeals, his adorable smile plastered right on his face.

and so…the tale of yours and jake’s relationship continues…

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a/n: l-last chapter of Collie Duty😭😭😭 anyways, thank you for following this story with much love like Twitter Sucks!, Business Proposal and Jam Out. I had a lot of fun creating all the previous SMAUs and including this one! Be sure to look forward to the alternative chapter and MineStream whenever that comes out🩵🩵

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[spnbabe67]

Til I'm Drunk Loved Up In Your Kiss

Kinktober Day 31: Mask Kink

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Rough sex (Dean gets smacked like, 2 times), clothed sex

Summary: Dean reaps the reward when Tori gets a little too close to a certain demonic friend who spills some secrets

Word Count: 2221

Authors Note: Title is a lyric from the song You Belong to Me by Cat Pierce and the fic is inspired by this post from @cheynovak

Happy Halloween! Stay creepy, lovelies!

Tag List: @zepskies @king-of-milf-lovers @nightxcreature

All Hallows Eve. A holiday enjoyed by kids and adults alike, albeit with different activities. Adult Halloween activities varied wildly from going door to door begging for candy while dressed in costumes in the likeness of Disney characters, superheros or animals. Well, technically they still wore costumes, but they didn’t beg for candy from strangers anymore, they bought it with their own hard earned cash. It wasn’t like kids were trick or treating at the big, decrepit warehouse that sat above the Men of Letters bunker, so there was no need to decorate the outside. Inside was a different story. Tori and Sam had ganged up on him, insisting they throw a Halloween party for them and their other friends from out of state (And from beyond the Earthly plane). He’d been primed to say no, but damn Tori for giving him those eyes of hers that instantly had him caving, reluctantly agreeing to the plan. 

All month the three of them had accumulated enough decorations to put Spirit Halloween to shame. He was half convinced Tori had raided every one in a 10 mile radius with the amount of decor and themed crap she’d brought back with her. The night before, once their friends had started to arrive, Tori and his brother practically never left the kitchen, brewing up delicious smelling desserts and finger foods (literally, Tori had concocted a snack made of mini sausages that looked like gnarled fingers). All of them had carved out pumpkins and decorated the Bunker from floor to ceiling in decor until it could have passed as a haunted house, garnering compliments from friends and family as they started trickling in, all dressed in various costumes. 

Dean had a couple issues with the guest list. Two to be exact. He’d shot Tori a look as Rowena and Crowley poofed into existence, the King of Hell needing no costume outside a pair of tacky devil’s horns on his head, his mother aptly dressed like Jessica Rabbit. His lover had simply shrugged, greeting them with a smile and an offer of candy out of a large plastic cauldron bowl. Dean crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes at Crowley as the demon walked past him, a smug grin on his face. The flaps of his gauntlets flapped against his chest, reminding Dean of something peculiar. 

While everyone else was dressed up, Tori had yet to reveal her costume, greeting their people in a pair of jeans and a tank top. Sam had gone the funny route, dressing up as Bob Ross, even letting Tori perm his hair into picture perfect curls. Dean had gone with the classic superhero, donning a department store quality Batman suit complete with the gloves, belt and a mask. He knew she had one, he’d seen the extra bag from Spirit and had picked up the packages from the front stoop, ones she’d secretly squirreled away to places unknown to him. Once the mother-son duo from Hell migrated further into the Bunker, Dean walked over to Tori.

“Really?” Dean asked, giving her a look

“What?” She shrugged again. “We’re on good terms, at least for now. Friends close enemies closer right? ‘Sides, I like Rowena. She has fun stories” Tori checked the slim banded watch on her wrist. “Do you mind watching the door while I go change? Everyone came in at once and I haven’t gotten a chance to slip away yet.”

Dean nodded, taking the cauldron-bowl from her.

“Thank you, My love.” Tori shot him a grin and Dean forgot how he could even be irritated with her. She leaned up on her tippy toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek below the edge of the mask. “Lookin’ good, Bats.” Tori winked at him as she walked away.

After nobody came through the doors for a good 15 minutes, Dean placed the cauldron on the table Tori had set up. Risking the wrath of his girl for leaving his assigned station, Dean wandered off further into the Bunker. Faces of friends and family greeted him as he moved through the halls, some participating in the games they’d set up, others had cozied up in the Bunker’s home theatre where Tori had figured out how to preprogram a set schedule of Halloween movies to run throughout the night for those who were feeling a little less ‘peopley’ as she’d put it.

Dean followed the sound of raucous laughter into the kitchen where the site of Tori stopped him in his tracks. She always stopped him in his tracks, sending his heart aflutter, but this. Fuck-she’d outdone herself tonight, and Dean wasn’t sure how to feel about it. She had slipped into a black long sleeve dress so tight it might as well have been painted on, the hem stopping mid thigh where a pair of over-the-knee boots continued down her legs. A wide black ribbon was tied around her waist, a make-shift scabbard for the sword that was tucked against her body. A black mask obscured her face above the slightly crooked bridge of her nose, broken in her youth and never set right, and a wide and flat brimmed hat placed atop her freely flowing hair. Tori tipped her head back, laughing at some joke Charlie and Claire made, Dean’s eyes tracking the exposed column of her throat as she did.

His mouth went dry at the sight of her, dressed to the nines, a physical embodiment of one of his oldest fantasies. A fantasy he’d only mentioned to one person they both had regular contact with him. Dean found Crowley’s eyes already on him, smirking behind the rim of a tumbler filled with dark liquid. Oh it is so on, asshole. Dean walked up to Tori, wrapping his arm around her waist, making her look up at him, pressing her darkly painted lips together trying to suppress a knowing smirk. 

“Hey, Babe.” She said, her greeting laced with cheeky pride, and Dean knew damn well she could see past the mask obscuring his features. “What do you think of my costume? Pretty cool, huh?”

“Yeah! Tori was just telling us how Crowley gave her the sword.” Charlie chirped from where she sat at the table, dressed in one of her LARPing costumes. “I was just trying to convince her to lend it to me for Moondor.”

“I love it.” Dean stammered out, so many emotions and feelings coursing through his body he swore he was vibrating. “Can I-can I talk to you real quick? There’s an issue with the theatre.”

Tori quickly wrapped up her conversation with Charlie and Claire before following Dean out of the kitchen. She knew damn well there was nothing wrong with the theatre, she saw the way he reacted when he saw her in her costume; the cheap mask did absolutely nothing to disguise the blush painting his cheeks as he stammered out his excuse to get her out of the kitchen. But she wanted to see how long he’d keep this up.

“So, what’s wrong?” She asked, adjusting the sword that Crowley had given her specifically for this purpose. Sure, the King of Hell could be a backstabbing asshole sometimes, but he was good for some things too. “Is the film reel fucked again. I can go back and fix it.”

Dean didn’t respond, simply, opening the door to their bedroom and shoving her into the room, slamming it behind her. 

“You’ve been talking to Crowley.” Dean accused, and Tori watched him scan her body for the third time in the last five minutes. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She played dumb, and it took everything in her not to burst out laughing. 

“I’m gonna kill him.” Dean grunted, dropping down onto the bed

“Okay okay, calm down.” Tori giggled, unable to keep the charade up any longer, walking up to him, placing her hands on his shoulders. “Yes," Crowley told me. I think he was trying to make fun of you but little does he know how much we like to experiment.”

Dean examined her costume, running his finger under the ribbon tied around her waist. “It’s a good costume. I mean, you’re always hot as hell, but fuck Tor.” 

Tori huffed a laugh, plucking the mask from Dean’s head, tossing it off onto the desk. “Yeah? I’m glad you like it, Babe.”

“I do.” Dean slid his hand up her side. “I really do.”

Tori leaned down in the same moment Dean stretched up, their mouths meeting in the middle, noses bumping. Both of them laughed at the blunder before reattaching their lips, more coordinated this time. Tori tucked her hair behind her ears, snatching the sword from her waist and tossing it on the bed. Dean’s hands roamed up and down her sides and back, coming down to cup her ass, guiding her down to straddle his lap. Her hands carded through his hair as she settled on his lap, feeling his hardness poke against the inside of her thigh, the pants of his costume doing nothing to hinder his erection. 

Dean’s hands on her hips guided her as Tori rolled forward on his lap. He squeezed her hips in time with her movements, moaning into her mouth. That was one thing of many she loved about him. He was so damn vocal and every time, without a doubt, it got her going almost more reliably than his wandering hands. Tori trailed kisses down his jaw, her teeth grazing the skin as she made it to his neck, pulling a low sound from it as she found that one spot below his ear, sucking a dark mark on it. 

Her hand glided down his chest, bumping along the soft contours of his muscles through the skin tight shirt, gripping the yellow plastic buckle engraved with the Bat Signal insignia. Dean’s hand fumbled with her’s as they worked the finicky buckle undone, pushing it to the sides, hanging by the belt loops. He hissed a breath as Tori’s hand slid under his pants, under his boxers, to wrap around his length. Dean shifted enough to push his bottoms far enough down his thighs to free his cock and sit further back on the bed. Tori shoved him back on the bed, matching the grin he sported as she readjusted her position above him. Her dress had already hiked up far enough on her thighs for Dean to catch a glimpse of the black lace panties covering her core, matching the overall vibe of the outfit. 

He watched with bated breath as she slid a hand between her thighs, sliding her panties to the side, positioning herself over him before sinking down. Both their heads tipped back as the fat head of his cock pressed against her entrance as she sunk down, his length splitting her open. Tori steadied herself with her hands on his chest as she adjusted to him seated fully inside her, her walls fluttering around him. Once the initial sting had given way to the pleasurable full feeling, Tori began to move. She bounced up and down on his cock, thighs lifting her almost all the way off him before dropping back down. Tori set a quick pace, roughly fucking herself on his cock. 

She looked down at Dean, his hands having found their way to her breasts, kneading them through her dress. She bit her lip, as the curve of him brushed against that tender spot inside her inner walls. 

“Do you, uh,” Tori stuttered. “Do you want me to, um-”

“Yes.” Dean finished, the single syllable a raw plea. 

Tori nodded, leaning down to kiss him sloppily, the exchange dripping with passion before she pulled back. Before she had a chance to to think too much about it, Tori pulled her hand back before letting it crack across his face. The ragged moan the action pulled from Dean had her nearly cumming on the spot. Tori snapped her hips down hard on him, his grip on her hips helping her maintain her pace. She let herself just feel the moment, feel the heat and the tension crackling between them, slapping him once more

That was enough for Dean to let out a strangled moan, his cum spurting inside her as Tori chased her own high. It came when Dean slipped his hand between her legs, rubbing her clit until she shuddered and clamped down on him, throbbing around his cock. 

“Was that okay?” Tori asked, lifting herself off of him, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand to clean herself up. 

“Fuck, Tor, that was so much more than okay.” Dean reassured her, helping her off his body before pulling his pants back up, resecuring his belt. “That was fucking hot as hell. Mostly because it was you doing it.”

She grinned up at him as she readjusted her panties, pulling her dress back down her legs, looking more civil than she had seconds ago. Tori grabbed her makeup wipes from her desk, beckoning Dean over as she cleaned up the traces of her lipstick staining his face and neck before removing the stains from her own face. She met his gaze in the mirror as she reapplied her lipstick. 

“Everything you ever hoped and dreamed?” Tori laughed.

“Even better.” Dean agreed, kissing her shoulder.

[m-musings]

Headcanons: Fallout Men + Halloween Fun

A/n: i've been waiting for october just so i can write a bunch of these lmao

Word Count:454 Warnings/ Other Notes: written with a fem!reader in mind, nothing is canon compliant here

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard:

Originally, when you brought up the idea of a couples costume to Cooper, he wanted no part of it.

But eventually, after he thought it through for a while and after you kept begging him with puppy dog eyes, He begrudgingly agreed.

After weeks of changing your minds, planning and finally making the costumes, the day was here.

As kids of all ages began to knock on your door, they were greeted with the sight of Cooper dressed up as the Phantom of the Opera.

As he gave them a menacing grin, they all backed away in fear before you- Dressed as Christine Daae- came rushing up with a bowl of candy.

The kids all took some candy before dashing away as fast as the could. You apologized and slapped Cooper's shoulder as he let out an amused chuckle.

"Cooper Howard, you stop that!"

"What?! It's Halloween, darlin', it's s'posed to be scary!"

Knight Maximus:

A few days ago, You and Maximus had decided that he needed a break from the Brotherhood base camp, so you figured Halloween was a perfect excuse to sneak away for a night.

You didn't have much in the way of costumes, but you managed to scrounge up materials to make yourselves look like Orpheus and Eurydice.

You spent the majority of the night trick-or-treating and socializing around a small nearby town before ending up at a party being thrown in the local bar.

After the good times are over, you take a long walk back to base, just so you can spend a bit more time together.

"Thanks for coming out here with me. I really needed this..." Max says, gently grasping your hand with a sweet smile.

"It was my pleasure! I always have fun with you." You reply, squeezing his palm in thanks.

Norm Maclean:

When Halloween arrives in the vault, it's one of the few things Norm willingly participates in.

He had your outfits planned since last year so as soon as the daylight comes, he's decorating your living quarters as much as possible.

And once that's finished and Norm declares it perfect, the two of you get dressed up as Sasha Nein and Milla Vodello just before the sound of children knocking comes from your front door.

After greeting all the parents, the two of you turn to the dressed up kids who begin bouncing on their heels as they see the plastic bowl in your hands.

"Hey, ya little menaces! You ready for some candy?!" You say, giving the kids a polite grin.

"Emphasis on the some, you guys. Gotta save a bit for me and my girl!" Norm smirks as he steals a piece of chocolate from the bowl and places an arm around your hip.

[otherkinnews]

Therian quadrobics popular for children in Finland; two schools ban animal masks

[This article was originally posted on the main blog for Otherkin News, on DreamWidth: https://otherkinnews.dreamwidth.org/94635.html Orion Scribner @frameacloud wrote it on September 14, 2024.]

In Finland, between May and September, newspapers published many articles on therianthropes. The papers are Iltalehti (Evening Newspaper), Ilta-Sanomat (The Evening News), Yle (Finnish Broadcasting Company), and MTV Uutiset (Commercial Television News, no relationship to the MTV channel in America).

These articles show a hobby popularized among children and teens on the social media app TikTok, where therians exercise on all fours (quadrobics), imitating animal movements. With practice, they can jump high and land on their hands, and other challenging feats. Therian quadrobicists hand-make and wear a certain style of upper-face animal masks to express themselves and protect their privacy on the informal video-sharing app. Some other common accessories are a tail made of yarn or fur, fastened to their belt. Some wear sneakers painted to look like paws, or take their shoes off while exercising. They practice making animal vocalizations. The therianthrope community is multi-generational and has existed since 1994, but this set of practices– quadrobics and masks– are a new development among the youngest generation of therians. While some of these young self-described therians say that being an animal is an integral part of who they are, some others firmly say they don’t, and simply enjoy it as a creative hobby, which is another difference from previous generations of therians.

Therian children who express themselves in these ways have been becoming visible in some schools in Finland. Although this hasn’t been a big problem, school officials have started setting boundaries about it to make sure that class won’t be disrupted by students wearing masks or making animal noises. Students need to wear shoes outdoors and take them off inside the school, which means that kids who take off their shoes to play outside will track mud onto the floors, and dirty other children's socks. Before this school year started, the principals of the schools in the cities of Oulu and Joensuu sent messages to parents banning students from these behaviors in class, along with other sorts of costumes and toys. This brought public attention to therians. In the past couple of weeks, the newspapers followed up on that by interviewing teen therians, parents, public figures, locals, and child welfare experts. Aside from a few opinion pieces and some reasonable concerns, nearly all of these express a positive attitude toward therians and give accurate information about what they are. This shows that young quadrobicists have been successful at building a good image for therians, because parents and others who work with children like it when kids do crafts and play outside together.

I don’t know Finnish, so I’m having to access these articles with the help of machine translation. That’s not a proper translation. One challenge I’m aware of is that Finnish doesn’t have the words he or she, so the machine translation alternates between them arbitrarily, with no clue of what would be correct for that person in English. In the following annotated bibliography of the articles, I’ll do my best to figure out a probably correct translation of their titles and give a summary, but be aware that nuances may be confused or lost.

Finnish news articles from earlier this year, before the ban:

Maria Aarnio (May 29, 2024). “‘Käsite oli meille aikuisille aivan uusi’ – millainen ilmiö on nuorten keskuudessa suosittu therian?” (‘The concept was completely new to us adults’ – what kind of therian fad is popular among young people?) MTV Uutiset.https://www.mtvuutiset.fi/artikkeli/kasite-oli-meille-aikuisille-aivan-uusi-millainen-ilmio-on-nuorten-keskuudessa-suosittu-therian/8941648#gs.e0lnr6 Archived September 7, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240907063037/https://www.mtvuutiset.fi/artikkeli/kasite-oli-meille-aikuisille-aivan-uusi-millainen-ilmio-on-nuorten-keskuudessa-suosittu-therian/8941648#gs.e0lnr6

This describes therianthropy and quadrobics, and what parents need to know if their children are interested in them. The article also mentions the word otherhearted.

Samppa Rautio (June 16, 2024; republished on September 5, 2024 in response to the therian ban in schools). “Karhuna ihmiskehossa.” (A bear in a human body.) Ilta-Sanomat.https://www.is.fi/kotimaa/art-2000010677056.html Archived September 10, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240910233804/https://www.is.fi/kotimaa/art-2000010677056.html

This is an interview with a bear therian, age 34. Although the article shows many photos of this person, all have a bear mask on, and it changes the bear’s name to Karoliina for privacy reasons. The bear accurately summarizes many features of therianthropy. The article has remarks about therians from Rasmus Mannerström, Senior Lecturer in Social Psychology at the University of Helsinki, and Michael Bond, author of Fans: A Journey into the Psychology of Belonging. The article also cites a survey of therian mental health, run by Helen Clegg, Rosalyn M Collings, and Elizabeth C Roxburgh. In 2019, the piece by Clegg et al had been published as “Therianthropy: wellbeing, schizotypy, and autism in individuals who self-identify as non-human.” I think it might be partly thanks to this bear and this thoughtful journalist that the later news coverage of therians was well informed and positive.

Finnish news articles from after the ban, in chronological order:

Maija Kansanen (August 20, 2024). “Lapset puhuvat kouluissa kieltä, jota aikuisen voi olla vaikea ymmärtää – Tässä ovat tämän hetken trendit.” (Children speak language in schools that can be difficult for an adult to understand – Here are the trends of the moment.) Helsingen Sanomat.https://www.hs.fi/suomi/art-2000010633508.html Archived September 7, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240907102344/https://www.hs.fi/suomi/art-2000010633508.html

The other articles say this is the first article that reported the ban. The article itself is behind a paywall.

Emilia Saukkonen (August 21, 2024). “Therian-maskit pannaan: Karsikon koulussa oppilaat eivät saa enää käyttää naamioita.” (Therian masks are banned: Students at Karsikko School are no longer allowed to wear masks.) Yle. https://yle.fi/a/74-20106426 Archived September 11, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240911004645/https://yle.fi/a/74-20106426

This article talks about the ban at the school in Oulu. It also summarizes the earlier article that interviewed the bear therian. The school principal says that youth fads come and go, and has no opinion of it as being good or bad. The school can make an exception to the ban if the student welfare staff decides it's important to a child's psychological health.

Jussi Korhonen (September 3, 2024). "Lehdet: Lapset ovat alkaneet identifioitua eläimiksi – Kouluissa aloitettu toimet." (Magazines: Children have started to identify as animals – Actions started in schools.) Iltalehti.https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/1674616c-7c65-4c9f-a56b-810197927309 Archived September 9, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240909091227/https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/1674616c-7c65-4c9f-a56b-810197927309

This talks about the ban at both schools.

Jessica Helaskoski and Catherine Kähkönen (September 3, 2024). “Joensuulaiskoulu kielsi eläimiksi identifioituvien lasten naamiot – therian-ilmiö aiheuttanut ongelmia myös muissa kouluissa.” MTV Uutiset.https://www.mtvuutiset.fi/artikkeli/joensuulaiskoulu-kielsi-elaimiksi-identifioituvien-lasten-naamiot-therian-ilmio-aiheuttanut-ongelmia-myos-muissa-kouluissa/9000934

This talks about the ban at both schools. The school in Joenssu explained that their reason for the ban is that they need to be able to tell who's who, and anyone could be behind an animal mask, so those can't be allowed in class or at recess. The school in Oulu said that their own reason for the ban was that children had brought their play behavior in from recess and misbehaved in class. However, in all these articles about the ban in the Oulu school, it looks unclear to me whether they mean that this had really happened at their own school, or if they had only heard that it was happening at other schools in general.

Samppa Rautio (September 3, 2024). “Oululaiskoulu kieltää therianit – rehtori sai tarpeekseen: ‘Tunnillakin konttaillaan ja mau’utaan.’” (Oulu school bans therians – the principal had enough: ‘Even in class they growl and meow.’) Ilta-Sanomat.https://www.is.fi/perhe/art-2000010670861.html Archived September 9, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240909102458/https://www.is.fi/perhe/art-2000010670861.html

Riku Isokoski (September 4, 2024). “Hämmentävä ilmiö voimistuu lasten keskuudessa – Asiantuntija kertoo, miksi he matkivat eläimiä.” (Confusing phenomenon intensification among children – Expert explains why they mimic animals.) Iltalehti.https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/d561f1f2-b045-4bf9-9035-661b6ce2e61a Archived September 5, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240905015447/https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/d561f1f2-b045-4bf9-9035-661b6ce2e61a

Kaisa Önlen from the Mannerheim League for Child Welfare explains that therianthropy is deeper than a hobby, so will turn out to be a permanent part of the identity for some teens, whereas for some teens, it’s just something they’re trying out for fun. Children need to be allowed to experiment and play to discover who they are in the world.

Jasmin Levo (September 4, 2024). “Näkökulma: Kuinka pitkälle opettajien pitää vielä venyä? Therian-ilmiö on vain jäävuorenhuippu.” (Viewpoint: How far do teachers need to go? The therian phenomenon is just a tip to the iceberg.) Iltalehti.https://www.iltalehti.fi/perheartikkelit/a/f9527a79-095c-4547-8d75-c532f29e6e93 Archived September 9, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240909145615/https://www.iltalehti.fi/perheartikkelit/a/f9527a79-095c-4547-8d75-c532f29e6e93

An opinion article about how children who want to make animal noises in class are only one of many sorts of disruptive behavior in children’s classrooms, comparing this with cell phone use.

Samppa Rautio (September 4, 2024). “Nyt puhuu therianin äiti.” (Now talking to therian's mother.) Ilta-Sanomat.https://www.is.fi/perhe/art-2000010674287.html Archived September 11, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240911041011/https://www.is.fi/perhe/art-2000010674287.html

An interview with a mother about how the ban saddened her child to the point of asking to switch to a nearby school where it wasn’t banned. That mother saw the therian children have a healthy and positive experience together. She was concerned that the schools limit children’s freedom of expression too much, and might start banning nonconformist fashion styles too, such as goths. In contrast, another mother supported the ban. She had seen that her own child’s curiosity about therians had led to places on the internet that weren’t appropriate for children. The child had encountered an adult online with sexual content, and had planned to go to an adult therian meet-up. The mother grounded her child from social media. Her child had also gotten very sore from practicing quadrobics, but not injured.

Lilja Hannila (September 5, 2024). "Näin opettaja saa keskeyttää therianin ”kiisuilun” ilman, että syyllistyy laittomuuksiin: Juristi arvioi Wilma-jyrähdystä." (This allows the teacher to ban therian 'masking' without committing any illegalities: A lawyer will assess the Wilma message.) Iltalehti. https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/46005c9f-b27f-496b-b819-25de3100c47c Archived September 10, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240910091006/https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/46005c9f-b27f-496b-b819-25de3100c47c

It was controversial for the schools to ban masks, because that's a dress code. A lawyer at the Finnish National Board of Education, Laura Francke, explains about school dress codes in general.

Leo Jaakkonen. (September 5, 2024). “Eläinmaskit hämmentävät kouluissa – nyt puhuvat therian-lapset.” (Animal masks confuse schools – now talking about therian children.) MTV Uutiset.https://www.mtvuutiset.fi/artikkeli/elainmaskit-hammentavat-kouluissa-nyt-puhuvat-therian-lapset/9002214

Leo Kirjonen (September 5, 2024). "Paulan 11-vuotias lapsi kuvittelee olevansa kettu: Äiti järkyttyi, kun therian-ilmiö kiellettiin Oulussa." (Paula's 11-year-old child thinks he's a fox: Mother shocked when therian phenomenon was banned in Oulu.) Iltalehti.https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/5b167c83-51d6-45e0-b1fb-008089d45e8d Archived September 7, 2024. https://web.archive.org/web/20240907083332/https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/5b167c83-51d6-45e0-b1fb-008089d45e8d

Jere Silfsten (September 5, 2024). “Therian-huuma näkyy kaupassa – eläinmaskit viedään nyt käsistä.” (Therian masks are now sold in the store – animal masks are getting carried away.) MTV Uutiset.https://www.mtvuutiset.fi/artikkeli/therian-huuma-nakyy-kaupassa-elainmaskit-viedaan-nyt-kasista/9002094 Archived: https://web.archive.org/web/20240912185250/https://www.mtvuutiset.fi/artikkeli/therian-huuma-nakyy-kaupassa-elainmaskit-viedaan-nyt-kasista/9002094

In the capital city Helsinki, the craft store Sirpa Saviluoto talks about therian animal masks. The store started selling them less than a year ago. The owner hadn't heard of therians before then, but has been learning from parents. Most buyers are primary school children. The store only sells blank masks, not ready-made ones or tails. The owner believes it's important for children to do crafts and make their masks and tails for themselves. The ban brought publicity and now the masks are selling faster than they can keep them in stock.

Heidi Asplund (September 6, 2024). “Kommentti: Aikuiset sekosivat lasten eläinmaskeista – hävetkää!” (Commentary: Adults ban children’s animal masks– shame!) MTV Uutiset.https://www.mtvuutiset.fi/artikkeli/kommentti-aikuiset-sekosivat-lasten-elainmaskeista-havetkaa/9002926

Anna Hopi and Riia Pakkanen (September 6, 2024). “Supernanny Pia Penttalan suorat sanat therian-ilmiöstä: ‘Pitäisi alkaa hätäkellot soimaan.’” (Supernanny Pia Penttala’s direct words about therian phenomenon: ‘There should be an emergency bell ringing.’) https://www.iltalehti.fi/viihdeuutiset/a/feee8339-324e-4787-9be2-0b696ab0d162 Archived September 7, 2024. https://web.archive.org/web/20240907014441/https://www.iltalehti.fi/viihdeuutiset/a/feee8339-324e-4787-9be2-0b696ab0d162

This article interviews several TV celebrities on what they think parents should do if their children say they are therians. These opinions are not well informed about what therians are. They tend toward conjecture about bizarre and unlikely scenarios that haven’t happened.

Mikael Kaivanto (September 6, 2024). “Fazer-kahvilassa viittaus therianeihin? Näin toimitusjohtaja kommentoi.” (In Fazer Cafe, reference to therians? Here's how the CEO commented.) https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/4a80fb39-18e7-4d24-8b31-1b78e367cf61 Archived September 7, 2024. https://web.archive.org/web/20240907013741/https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/4a80fb39-18e7-4d24-8b31-1b78e367cf61

At a certain café in Helsinki, the figures on the restroom signs have animal ears. The CEO explained that the signs have been like this for a long time. It's part of their branding. Despite rumors, it’s not a reference to the recently fashionable hobby.

Mari Kononen (September 6, 2024). “Joensuulais­koulu kielsi therian­maskit.” (Joensuu school bans therian masks.) Ilta-Sanomat.https://www.is.fi/kotimaa/art-2000010681609.html Archived September 11, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240911091135/https://www.is.fi/kotimaa/art-2000010681609.html

The principal of that school explains his reasoning for the ban is that students' faces need to be visible, during recess, too.

Samppa Rautio (September 6, 2024). “Therian-raivo järkyttää – ‘Elämme ihan outoa aikaa.’” (Therian fad shocks: ‘We are living in a strange time.’) Ilta-Sanomat.https://www.is.fi/perhe/art-2000010679079.html Archived September 11, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240911073437/https://www.is.fi/perhe/art-2000010679079.html

The Ombudsman for Children, Elina Pekkarinen, looks at the hostile attitudes that adults have toward therian children. The Ombudsman explains that adults are often annoyed and scandalized by youth and youth fads, because adults want children to conform. She is disgusted at adults who have left comments on the internet saying that the children should be hunted like animals. It’s these adults who she calls strange, because it's terrible for adults to talk about children that way. She describes the therian hobby with approval.

Perrtu Kaupinen (September 7, 2024). "Pääkirjoitus: Lasten pitää saada leikkiä eläimiä, mutta leikkiä on vaarallista kutsua identiteetiksi." (Editorial: Children need to play animals, but it's dangerous to call play an identity.) Iltalehti. https://www.iltalehti.fi/paakirjoitus/a/8cc904b7-1c2c-461b-b9e3-c27313d0c740 Archived September 7, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240907013819/https://www.iltalehti.fi/paakirjoitus/a/8cc904b7-1c2c-461b-b9e3-c27313d0c740

This opinion article says that although the hobby itself is all right, it is disruptive if children try to continue animal behavior during class, and that calling therianthropy an identity makes a joke of the serious issue of gender identity.

Leo Kirjonen (September 7, 2024). "Rehtorit linjaavat therian-oppilaista: 'Emme me ole täällä eläiminä.'" (Principals say of Therian students: 'We are not here as animals.') https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/0d1ee0ed-e26f-4ae7-a3a6-129d6bfdf041 Archived September 7, 2024. https://web.archive.org/web/20240907013152/https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/0d1ee0ed-e26f-4ae7-a3a6-129d6bfdf041

The newspaper asked the officials of schools in different parts of Finland to find out if therian hobbyists were really so widespread as believed. Several schools had no sign of it or hadn't heard of it. All of them agreed that it sounded like a healthy activity for children, as long as the masks aren't scary to other younger children.

Heini Kilpamäki (September 7, 2024). "Seiko, 15, on therian – Nyt hänellä on painavaa sanottavaa trendi-ilmiöstä." (Seiko, 15, on therians – Now they speak up about trending.) Iltalehti. https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/9f9616a8-9886-4540-9302-9b63caf8fb42 Archived September 10, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240910051442/https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/9f9616a8-9886-4540-9302-9b63caf8fb42

This article interviews a teen therian– only by the nickname Seiko, to protect the child’s privacy– and the child’s parent, who explain about what it really means to be a therian and an alterhuman, using those words, and how it’s different from being a furry, and more than a fad or hobby.

Samppa Rautio (September 9, 2024). “Kommentti: Therian-ilmiössä on kyse yksin­kertaisesta, mutta tärkeästä asiasta.” (Commentary: Therian fad is a simple but important issue.) Ilta-Sanomat.https://www.is.fi/kotimaa/art-2000010685958.html

An editor of the newspaper gives the opinion that it’s okay for children to use animal play to combat loneliness and find out who they are. The editor points out that adult therians are as able to behave themselves and speak normally as any other adult.

Heini Kilpamäki (September 11, 2024). “Lapset: Pilalla – Tässä 7 syytä.” Iltalehti.https://www.iltalehti.fi/perheartikkelit/a/aa1b3e49-7a6e-4a1f-a1a3-b47a5e87a3f4

This humor article reminds its readers that therians and TikTok aren’t the first fads that adults said were inappropriate for young students. It gives some familiar examples from previous decades, such as people who had thought Elvis danced in a much too scandalous way.

Sanna Ukkola (September 12, 2024). “Kolumni: Apua, lapseni on susi – Nyt hän vaatii raakaa lihaa kouluruoaksi, mitä teen?” (Column: Help, my child is a wolf – Now he wants raw meat for school food, what do I do?) Iltalehti. https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/29d8700f-9d9a-42df-9b23-ae04e7aada82 Archived September 14, 2024: https://web.archive.org/web/20240914005855/https://www.iltalehti.fi/kotimaa/a/29d8700f-9d9a-42df-9b23-ae04e7aada82

A mean-spirited satirical opinion piece describing bizarre scenarios that have not happened. Despite the title, this is not about someone's own child, and children haven’t been asking for raw meat in school.

[muldermuse]

Trick 'r Treat (Fox Mulder X Reader)

HERE IT IS

HAPPY FRIDAY 13TH

I HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN FOX MULDER SMUT

hope u all enjoy <3

18+ only

It wasn’t an original Halloween costume by any stretch- but no one could deny it was a classic. The playboy bunny. Sheer nylon tights, black pumps, bunny ears and a tight black corset synching in your waist and pushing up your cleveage. It was your friend’s Halloween party and you always wanted to go as a bunny. Fox, begrudgingly said he would go as Hugh Hefner; he made his objections very clear.

When you initially brought up the idea of the couple’s costume, he responded with “Baby, he’s an old creep- you can’t be there looking unbelievably sexy whilst I’m dressed as some geriatric old pervert”. But, you’d managed to bring him round to the idea, whilst you would be physically uncomfortable in your tight garments, he would get to lounge in a dressing gown and a hat. He got to be comfortable whilst his girlfriend looked unbelievably sexy? DEAL.

He loved your outfit…but to be honest, you kinda expected more of a response.

It felt like your cleavage was up so high, your breasts were constantly in your eye line, your waist was sucked in and your legs looked…let’s be honest…phenomenal. As you waited for your taxi to pick you up to take you to your friends party, Fox pressed a kiss to your lips and told you how good you looked.

But that didn’t feel enough. 

You wanted him to drag you to bed at that moment and tell you that you couldn’t leave wearing that. But no, you sat in the taxi, with Fox’s hand on your thigh. When you arrived, your friends loved the outfit and they were very explicit with their compliments to you. Fox smiled as they spoke to you and kept his hand around your waist. If you wanted this night to end the way you had planned it to- it was time to up your game.

It started with spilling a drink, something dumb and easy enough to be a mistake. As you were talking to Fox about something happening at the party. The music was blaring and there was people all around, you pretended that someone had bumped into you and spilt your vodka sprite on your cleavage. The clear liquid trickled down your breasts and honestly, it looked hot- you looked amazing. Fox’s eyes bore into your chest, you swiped a finger across your breasts and placed it in your mouth after. 

You sucked your finger, not breaking eye contact with him “It was such a nice drink…such a shame to waste it”. You ran your fingers across the sticky liquid again, gesturing your finger out to Fox- “want to taste?”.

Fox smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek and whispering lowly into your ear, “I’m fine thanks baby”

At that moment, you realised that Fox was playing a game.

A game that you were determined to win.

***

As you drank more, your plan became some what sloppier.

When Fox sat down, you’d sit on him and subtly grind against him. Only like one rotation of your hips but hard enough for him to feel it. As soon as you felt his fingers grip your hips, you’d get up and leave to plan your next trick.

When you played beer pong against each other, you’d lean down far too much so he could look straight down your corset.  He didn’t score once whereas you hit every cup you aimed for.

Once the drinks started flowing more freely, the music turned up more and you found your best friend and danced with her in the front room. It felt like there was bodies all around you, it was hot and you could feel your body getting damp with sweat. Fox was leaning against the wall looking at you and god, did you know it. You wrapped your arms around your friend and danced against her. You pushed your ass out, moving it slowly to show Fox how your cute little bunny tail could move; you knew he was thinking about how good it would look moving up and down on his cock.

It had finally worked- he snapped. You felt him come over and make apologies to your friend as to why you had to leave.

He hailed a taxi and was silent the entire ride. 

He kept his warm hand firm on your upper thigh. He rubbed circles into it softly as he stared straight ahead. His pinky finger began to dip lower and lower, before you could help yourself you tried to move yourself forward towards his fingers. Hoping he would brush your clit through your outfit. He laughed lowly and moved his hand back to your upper thigh.

The silence remained.

 ***

You tried not to stumbled through the front door, you weren’t drunk per-se, just desperate to fuck your boyfriend. You wanted to start on him to be honest, you wanted to shout at him for not fucking you earlier and for him not showing how much he wanted you. As you turned to speak to him, his strong hands gripped your hips and pushed you against the wall in your hallway.

“I’ve tried so…so fucking hard..to keep my cool all night but I can’t do it anymore” His lips were relentless against your neck, you nearly grimaced at the thought of all the bruises you’d have tomorrow but it felt. so. fucking.good.

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips, “You’ve acted like you didn’t like the outfit”

Fox chuckled, his hands held your face “Baby, I’ve been so fucking close to losing it all night” He pushed his crotch into yours, “you feel that? All night. Ever since you walked out the bedroom in that fucking outfit- I know you think I wasn’t interested but god baby, if I started I wouldn’t have been able to stop”. 

You kissed him hard, it was a mash of tongue, lips and teeth- both of you desperate to feel the other moan into the other’s mouth. Without words, you both moved upstairs onto your bed. Fox scrambled to undress himself as you sunk to your knees in front of him. 

Your bunny ears askew, the heat of the night had made your eye make up smudge around your eyes and god, did you look a sight. Fox nearly lost it right there and then. But when you pressed your hand to his cock through his boxers and asked, with your sweetest doe eyes, if you could suck his cock. He nearly came in his pants like a teenager.

He’d been het up all night and the thought of his hard cock in your soft mouth nearly made him finish. No matter how desperately he wanted it, he couldn’t let you give him a blowjob.

“God, I want that so badly” he chuckled to himself, heartily chuckled, his desperation to cum making him nearly delirious. “But I need to fuck you, I need to feel you cum on my cock…please keep the outfit on just let me rip your tights”

You got on all fours on your bed, the excitement buzzing through your veins as you arched your back perfectly for Fox. You heard him mumble a small “fuck” under his breath as his warm had rubbed your ass check. He adored your body, he loved missionary, it was his favourite position no doubt but tonight, he needed to fuck you as hard as he could. He needed all the frustration from the evening to come out as he fucked you. He knew you liked it that way, honestly he’d fuck you anyway you wanted to- he’d crawl over broken glass if you so much as smiled at him.

You were a sight before him, your white fluffy tail sticking up, your ass arched up perfectly and your head turned to look at Fox as he slowly pushed into you. It stole the breath from your lungs. His eyes rolled and fluttered shut as he pushed his cock fully into you. You moaned and put your hands at the small of your back- perfect for Fox to hold on to as he fucked into you.

When Fox fucked you, he moaned and babbled about how good you felt. When it was good he moaned loudly, but when it was really fucking good, he babbled about your body and how he loved you. Tonight, it felt really fucking good. 

“Christ baby, you’re so good…such a treat f’me right- all mine” You moaned at his words, each thrust of his hips getting you closer and closer.

You gasped his name and his hold on your hands gripped you harder.

“I know baby, you’re going to cum…I’m so close…cum and then I’ll cum in you, p-“ Before you could hear Fox plead with you, you came. You moaned and slightly shook as the waves of pleasure rolled through your body. Fox came not long after and you both laid down face first on the bed smiling at each other.

“So…you liked the costume? More of a treat than a trick right?”

“God baby, absolutely” Fox laughed.

[ranbling]

How sure are you that buddie will go canon this season? For me it changes daily probably, but I'm at around 50%

100% (i might be setting myself up for disappointment, but unless we get an early renewal this season too I think they'll go with Buddie this season... Or at least feelings conformation from both of them)

i never really thought the show will actually make either of them queer, and knowing that the coming out storyline was originally meant for Eddie, I am extremly confident we'll have a coming out arc for Eddie (and I made a post about this before, i think they could get together during the mid-season finale, if you don't count the first 3 episodes, 6 episodes is more than enough for a coming out arc even if it involes catholic guilt and such)

also, i just don't see the show building up bt to be permanent, none of their scenes actually develop the relationship and their connection (well unless if you can't telling the audience that they have sex developing the relationship, but I don't) and the deleted scene just shows they're not even boyfriends or serious which makes it very easy to end their relationship

And the fact that show constantly brought up Eddie with the bt relationship (Maddie's comment, Buck talking about misplaced attention), actually giving Buck a parental role regarding Chris ('cause Eddie asked for Buck to help him talking with Chris about a situation where he has no experience and this was the first time Eddie actively gave over the parental role to Buck, all the previous situations happened in the heat of the moment), making them dress up in a couples costume has to mean something

So yep, I am extremly confident that they'll be canon next season

[heygirltimeformorning]

NECK KISSES????? :D :D :D

numba 4: neck kisses for my sister wife!

“No, listen, Eddie, it’s our first Halloween as a couple, so that means it has to be perfect.”

Eddie sighs, taking in the costume with resignation. It’s not that he minds dressing up -- he doesn’t, not at all. To the contrary, he actually enjoys dressing up, he does -- it’s just that the costume Buck had picked was, well. “And me dressing up as --”

Buck pokes his head out of the bathroom, glaring. “Yes. It’s a classic. Put it on.” He disappears back into the bathroom, and Eddie sighs, but starts tugging the pieces of the costume on.

“Do I have to wear the teeth?”

“I’m not dignifying that with a response,” Buck replies from the bathroom, and Eddie resists the urge to roll his eyes. Barely. “You know, horror movies and queerness go way back, which is why Halloween is like gay Christmas,” he says as he comes out of the bathroom, face covered in white paint. Eddie’s heart gives a familiar-by-this-point squeeze.

Falling in love with Buck was easy, and it was less of a one-time thing and more of an everyday occurrence. He is in love with Buck - it’s active, something living under his ribcage. He doesn’t think it’s possible to love him more, and then he comes out of the bathroom in white face paint and plastic teeth, infodumping about the queer origins of horror movies and, by extension, Halloween, and he falls in love with him all over again.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” the words are a little distorted through the plastic vampire fangs, but Buck’s smiling, his eyes soft.

“Because, you idiot, I’m in love with you,” Eddie says with an eyeroll, “and you and Chris are the only two people I’ll dress up for anymore.”

He’d dressed up as the wolfman last year, partially out of obligation to the 118, and partially because he thought, maybe, if he dressed up, it would bring Chris back. The dressing up hadn’t brought Chris back to LA, but Chris had returned to LA anyway, a month later.

Buck’s face splits into a grin, wide enough that the plastic teeth threaten to pop out. He presents Eddie with his own pair of plastic fangs, and Eddie sighs, looking down at them. “It’s going to be hard to kiss you with these in,” he says, raising his eyebrows, like did you think about that.

“Ah,” Buck says, adopting a truly terrible and mildly offensive approximation of a vaguely eastern european accent. “But not to suck your blood,” he says, resting his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, pressing the plastic fangs against Eddie’s neck.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Pretty sure you can’t suck another vampire’s blood,” he says, but then the plastic fangs are gone, replaced with Buck’s lips, which are warm and soft and -- “If you’re getting white paint all over my neck,” Eddie says, but the words are a little breathy, and lose their impact a little bit. 

Buck drags his lips down the inside of Eddie’s neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin, down to his collarbones and then up, nosing behind Eddie’s ear. “What are you going to do about it?” the terrible accent is gone. So are the plastic teeth, and Buck’s lips are back on Eddie’s neck, warm and soft. There’s a challenge in the words, and Eddie laughs, a little breathless, turning to face Buck.

“Might have to return the favor,” he says, and Buck grins. There’s a very clear patch of smeared white paint around Buck’s mouth, and Eddie has the sneaking suspicion that there’s a matching smear of white paint on his neck. He steps a little closer to Buck, and leans in, slowly. They’ve been a couple since January - ten months - and Eddie still sometimes forgets that he can do this whenever he wants to, just because he wants to. Something about Buck still sometimes feels a little too bright, like Eddie can’t look directly at him. He leans in, breathes Buck in, pressing a kiss to the space just under his jaw, right over where his pulse jumps. Down. Down. Sucking a mark into the place his neck meets his shoulder. Sinking his teeth into the muscle there, and licking over the hurt.

Buck makes a very quiet noise, and Eddie knows they’re going to be late to the Halloween party - if they go at all. He looks up at Buck, at the smeared white paint, at Buck’s eyes, a little hazy with want. Something kicks in Eddie’s stomach. 

“Halloween parties are overrated,” Eddie says. 

Buck agrees.

(wanna play?)