#i had the silly pumpkin spice thing today

[solarmorrigan]

The Pumpkin (Spice) King

For the @steddie-spooktober day 24 prompt: Pumpkin Rated: T | Words: 945 | CW: None | Tags: established relationship, this is very silly, fluff Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

The clues had been there all along. Eddie should have paid more attention.

It starts with the candle.

“Why does it smell like a craft store in here?” Eddie asks the moment the apartment door has closed behind him.

Steve, half engrossed in whatever he’s scrolling through on his phone, shoots Eddie a quick, puzzled look. “What?”

“Like cinnamon sugar and spices. Fake fall.” Eddie sniffs the room speculatively. “This is what craft stores smell like every year from September to January.”

“Oh.” Steve rolls his eyes. “It’s not ‘fake fall,’ it’s just the candle I have burning.”

Now that Steve’s mentioned it, Eddie spots the candle on the table, one of the ones you get in a fancy-looking glass jar, the label of which proclaims the scent to be–

“Pumpkin spice?” Eddie utters, nose wrinkled.

“You got a problem with pumpkin spice?” Steve asks.

“It’s–” Eddie starts, then takes in Steve’s single raised eyebrow, registers the catty lilt to his tone, and changes tracks, “–barely September.”

If anything, Steve’s eyebrows get more judgmental, but he looks back to his phone, apparently dismissing Eddie as a threat to his fun, fall-scented good time. “They start selling these things in August," he says. “You should appreciate my restraint.”

“Riiight,” Eddie drawls, deciding to adjourn to the bedroom and leave the living room to Steve and his mass-produced miasma of imitation autumn.

Of course, it doesn’t end there.

Eddie barely notices in time, reaching for the pump of the hand soap by the kitchen sink and stopping just short of using it when the colors register. It isn’t the usual bland bottle with its inoffensive citrus and herb scent, but something brightly-colored, all orange and shiny silver. There are little wheat sheaves and pumpkins on the label, and the scent is, of course–

“Fucking pumpkin spice,” Eddie mutters.

Fine, okay, so there must have been some kind of sale at fucking– Bath and Body Works, or wherever the hell it is that sells this stuff, and Steve had temporarily lost his mind. Or something. Whatever.

Steve can go around smelling like something that wishes it could be cinnamon all he likes, but Eddie will not be joining him. He uses the dish soap to wash his hands instead. His eczema will not thank him later, but he thinks it’s a fair price to pay for his continued dignity.

(And if Steve eyes Eddie’s reddened, peeling knuckles later in the week, and the lemon herb soap reappears next to the pumpkin spice soap, well – that’s close enough to a win that Eddie will take it.)

Then there’s the coffee.

This one is technically the final nail in the coffin, but it takes a bit to really dawn on Eddie. He maintains that he had been understandably distracted at the time – largely because he only finds this one out by drawing the taste straight from Steve’s mouth.

It isn’t unusual for Steve to have been up and about for an hour or two (or three) before Eddie rolls out of bed on his days off; Eddie prefers to keep late hours, and Steve, as much as Eddie loves him, is a morning person. This had caused some friction when they’d first started living together, but it’s been nearly a year now, and they’ve managed to work it out. Often, their first kiss of the day tastes like whatever coffee Steve’s already been drinking.

It’s different today, though. Sweeter than usual.

Eddie hums, licking deeper into Steve’s mouth, trying to place the difference, and Steve groans, tugging Eddie closer by the hips, mistaking his curiosity for passion (and, well – it’s not not passion. Eddie can multitask).

“What’ve you been drinking?” Eddie finally asks when they pull apart.

“Pumpkin spice latte,” Steve answers, and then gives Eddie absolutely no chance to process this information, pulling him back in for another deep kiss.

It’s only later, back in bed when Eddie had barely even been out of it for half an hour, that Eddie has to admit to himself: his boyfriend is a pumpkin spice girl.

And that’s fine! Eddie can be mature about this!

Sure, it’s the sort of thing he’d sneered at back in high school—the conformity of the masses flocking to whatever seasonally-scented item corporations are hocking at the time—but he’s grown up since then. Someone’s preference for a certain flavor or scent doesn’t determine their worth as a person, et cetera, et cetera. Eddie knows this.

But still, he’s only human. He does have a breaking point.

“Oh, baby, no.”

“What?” Steve pulls his head out of the fridge, where he’s been putting the cold stuff away as Eddie unloads the grocery bags destined for the pantry.

Eddie holds up the offending item – possibly the most offending item he’s ever seen.

Pumpkin spice candy corn.

Steve blinks at him. “What?” he asks again after a long moment of loaded silence.

“Oh god, it’s already infected your brain,” Eddie laments, dropping the bag of candy on the counter and reaching for his phone. “I’m calling Robin, we’re staging an intervention.”

“Oh come on, what? They’re good!” Steve insists.

“Objectively, sweetheart, they really aren’t. But don’t you worry,” he leans over and pats Steve on the arm as he searches for Robin’s number in his contact list, “we’re gonna save you from yourself.”

(Later, of course, he’ll find out that Robin has already tried to break Steve of his tendency to buy anything labeled with “pumpkin spice.” His love of the stuff is ironclad. She tells Eddie that he’d better learn to enjoy the taste, or else give up making out with his boyfriend until Thanksgiving.)

[unlimitedlust]

Just Pretend - Noah Sebastian x Reader (+18)

Author’s Note:

Hey everyone, this is a halloween themed one shot, I know there’s still a couple of months left to halloween, but "Just Pretend" + the cold weather over here got me inspired on that theme, so there you go 🎃

Warnings: 18+ (as always), old love, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie. As always: English is not my first language, forgive me for any mistakes.

W/C: 2.8K

I’m quite insecure about this one in particular because I think my head’s been frozen by the cold these days, but anyway I hope you enjoy it!

Please, let me know your thoughts on this one on the comments and feel free to like and/or reblog it, your feedback means the world to me ❤️

Now have fun!

Halloween night was one of your favorite nights of every year. You loved the decorations in the neighborhood, the autumn color leaves covering the streets, the costume parties, the smell of pumpkin spices, anyway, you loved everything around this season.

But this year you had a halloween date. Your neighbor’s son, Bill, whom you’d been talking online for a while now, was in town and had invited you to a halloween fair.

Even though Bill was exactly your type of guy and seemed to be a very decent man, you weren’t ready to get involved with someone new, deep down you knew Noah was still under your skin.

Your relationship with him was short but as intense as it could get in every aspect, but at the same time you two were like magnets to each other, you were in different moments of your lives, so it tore you apart.

But almost a year had gone by since you last saw him and you needed to move on, and what better way to do that other than going on a date with a very hot and attractive man and maybe - hopefully - get lucky at the end of the night?

Today you were feeling bold and confident, so you wore your Akatsuki cloak zipped up to your neck with nothing but a black lingerie set underneath it, black boots and Itachi’s headband around your forehead. You applied some makeup in shades of red and black, with a blood red lipstick on your plump lips and finished it all up by letting your hair fall loose on your back.

Just as you finished getting ready you heard your doorbell ringing and your date was there, dressed as very hot Fred Kruger. You were definitely getting some tonight.

It was a cloudy and chilly night, but the cozy atmosphere of the fair kept you warm along with your date’s company. 

You walked hand in hand under the yellow light strings hovering over the fair, laughing about a silly joke Bill had just told you when for a split second you thought you’d seen a familiar face in the crowd, Noah’s face. You tried to look back at the direction you thought you saw him, but he wasn’t there.

“Are you okay?” Bill’s light squeeze in your hand took your attention as you’d stopped walking out of sudden.

“Yeah sure” You reassured him with a smile, although still startled by the thought of seeing him there.

You shook it off and kept on walking with Bill to a caramel apple tent. He bought one and drove it to your lips, offering you the first bite as you dug your teeth on the hard caramel shell, successfully taking a piece of the apple and Bill ran his thumb on the right corner of your lip to clean a small piece of caramel stuck there.

You thanked him and suddenly felt a pair of eyes lingering heavily on you coming from your right, and that’s when you knew you weren’t seeing things. Noah was there. The Crow’s makeup all over his face and short hair now, but definitely Noah.

Your eyes connected for a split second but you averted yours quickly, locking them on your date again so he wouldn’t see that you got distracted from him once more, after all you were flustered and your heart was hammering in your chest, but you didn’t want to ruin your date.

Bill took your hand again and led you to the big corn maze by the end of the fair and you thanked him internally for taking you away from Noah’s sight.

You giggled nervously at the scarecrows by the entrance of the maze as you yourself were avoiding a very specific “crow”.

“Come on, let’s split up, if I make it to the end first I win another date with you, what do you say?” Bill suggested as you got inside the maze.

“Then I might just lose on purpose” You winked at him and parted ways inside the maze.

You were glad your date had the idea of splitting up inside the maze because seeing Noah unexpectedly after such a long time had you on edge and you really needed some alone time to process everything.

So you wandered aimlessly through the maze, not bothering to actually find its way out or even marking the places you’d passed by already.

“Y/N” A deep voice behind you made you stop on your tracks as you immediately recognized its owner.

You turned to meet him and his gaze and you couldn’t help but to revel on how terribly captivating he looked as The Crow, the white skin contrasting heavily with the dark makeup, the smeared eyeliner around his eyes and running down his cheeks and the black lipstick to finish it all up as Eric Draven.

“Hey Noah” Uncertainty laced your voice as he took a couple of steps in your direction, standing only a couple of feet away from you.

“Nice costume choice” He raked his eyes over you dressed as one of his favorite characters, which also happened to be one of your favorite.

“Thanks, you look good too… What are you doing here?” You spit out faster than you intended.

“Just wanted to check on you… Is that your new boyfriend?”

“No, not yet at least” You shrugged, unsuccessfully trying to look unphased.

“I hope he treats you right” He took another step closer, towering over you “It’s a shame that by this time a year ago we were proudly matching our costumes out there”

The weight of his words and the memories they brought caught you off guard as a knot of longing formed on your throat.

He sighed “It hurts to see you with someone new”

You widened your eyes in bewilderment at his confession followed by a lightning bolt lighting up the sky, announcing the rain as isolated but heavy raindrops started to slowly pour.

“It took you seeing me move on to reach out to me?” You asked in a hurt tone. The countless nights you spent crying over your break up only to hear it after such a long time “That’s not fair, Noah”

The pouring got heavier and you and your clothes started to soak in its cold droplets.

“I really wish I could come back in time to fix things… I’m sorry”

“I…” Your head was all over the place, you weren’t able to think things straight at that point. Having him in front of you brought back the butterflies in your stomach and at that very moment, despite the hurt that still lingered, you didn’t wanna discuss things long overdue “We both know it was my fault too, there’s no need for you to apologize for the past now” 

You both smiled gently at each other and he took your hand in his.

“Come on, we can continue this someplace else, it’s cold and the rain is getting heavier”

You followed him through the maze and only now you realized how big and puzzling it really was, because you wouldn’t know your way out of there on your own, especially with the rain and the thunders rumbling in the sky.

Sensing your apprehension, Noah brought you closer to his body wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“We’re far from the way out yet, but there’s a shed around the next corner, we’ll stay there until it stops raining, okay?”

You nodded and seconds later, just as he’d promised, there was a small wooden shed amongst the corn maze.

He closed the door behind you and although it wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world, it was better than staying under that cold rain. You were shivering as you took off the soaking wet boots from your feet, bothered by the slushy feeling of your wet socks inside them.

“You should take off that cloak too, it’s too wet, you’ll get sick if you don’t” Having him protective over you after all this time got you feeling warm inside.

But there was a problem, if you took it off you’d be practically naked in front of him, so you just hoped he’d let that go as Noah rummaged through a cabinet trying to find something to warm you.

“I found you a blanket” He turned to hand it to you, but stopped on his tracks when he saw you trembling, with your cloak still on “Are you okay?”

He placed the blanket on a chair and came closer, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he gently tilted your face so his gaze could meet yours. The warmth of his hands spread down your body as you melted with the way he caressed your cheeks affectionately and you lost yourself in his perfect features, the way the wet strands of his hair dangled over your face hypnotizing you with how hot he looked with his new haircut.

“I am. It’s just the cold” You answered lightly as you unwittingly leaned into his palm, earning a kiss on your forehead.

“Then come on, let’s take that cloak off, I really don’t want you getting sick on me”

His fingers went to the zipper right above your chin, but your hands held his wrist in place as he was about to pull the zipper down.

“I can’t” Noah had a puzzled look on his face as he waited for a believable explanation “I… I’m…”

“I’m waiting”

“I’m not wearing anything but bra and panties”

The air inside the shed got suddenly thick as he processed that information. At the same time it thrilled him knowing that basically only a cloak had him away from your body, he was mad about the idea you’d wore like that for another man.

“For him?” The anger in his tone sent another wave of shivers down your spine as he cornered you, his face and his body only inches away from yours as his gaze burned holes into you.

And like a flipped switch, you weren’t feeling cold anymore and the rain wasn’t the only thing that had you wet.

“He’s not the one in front of me now, is he?” You teased him and dropped your hands from his wrist, his hand still on your zipper.

Taking it as a signal, Noah pulled the zipper down slowly, your chest heaving in anticipation as his gaze fell on your body, drinking you in after so long. With your bra now fully exposed, he bit his bottom lip as he watched your hardened nipples perched up against the transparent layer of black lace covering them.

Once he’d finished unzipping the cloak, you slipped it off your shoulders and let it fall on the floor, Noah’s eyes were predatory over you.

Breaking the distance between your bodies, Noah hooked his finger in the waistband of your panties and pulled you towards him at the same time he finally connected your lips in a fierce kiss.

Your tongues rolled against each other as you both drowned in the intensity of the moment, devouring each other after so long, your fingers entangling in his wet hair pulling him impossibly closer as he ground his hips against you, allowing you to feel how hard he was for you.

He let go of you for short seconds to take off his wet coat and black t-shirt, his once black lips were now stained by your red lipstick and you only wondered what you were looking like, hair wet from the rain and red and black lipstick stained all over your lips just like his.

“I fucking missed you” He groaned before latching his lips on yours again passionately.

One of his hands kept you glued against him as the other made its way on your spine, finding and undoing your bra clasp swiftly, making it slide off your shoulders right after.

Both his hands cupped your now exposed breasts and fondled them, kneading them as he played and pinched your nipples between his fingers while his lips now left yours and trailed down your neck, leaving angry marks on his way because he had full intention of marking you as his.

Your hands traveled down his chest and abs to his belt, fumbling it open as his tongue and teeth abused the most sensitive spots on your neck, making you whine softly on his ear at each sting followed by his soothing tongue.

After unbuckling his belt, one of your hands found its way inside his pants, palming his hard restrained length, making him grunt and buck his hips forward against you as you started to pump him slowly just to entice him.

One of his hands left your chest and went straight down between your legs, wasting no time in pulling your panties aside and pushing two of his fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making you gasp and clench around him, as he immediately started to work on the special place inside you he knew got you seeing stars.

You hooked a leg around his waist allowing him to go deeper with his fingers as you now took support on his shoulders, your body under such a pleasure you didn’t thrust your own balance.

“Noah…” The way his name came from your lips as he finger fucked you felt like music to his ears because since the last time you’d been together he dreamt about hearing it again.

“I fucking missed this…”

Along with his fingers, Noah started working on your clit with his thumb, applying pressure on it as he drew tight circles on it, making you bite the crook of his neck to keep a scream out of you as you were seconds away from your orgasm. Until he pulled away, making you whine in frustration.

“I wanna feel you cumming on my cock”

He licked the fingers that were inside you and the look on his face while he did that, like he was just having a taste of heaven, got you throbbing in need.

You took off your panties as Noah pulled his pants and underwear down just enough to free his hard erection, then pulled you up against the wall, your legs hooking around his hips as he held you by your ass cheeks, lining his tip to your entrance.

Your eyes were connected as he pressed against you, both of you moaning on each other’s lips as his entire length sinked at once inside you due to how wet you were, stretching you in a way only he did.

Your head fell back on the wall behind you as he slowly slid in and out of you, bottoming you out at every thrust, your manicured nails clawed down his back as he started to pick up the pace and the intensity of his rhythm.

You trailed love bites on his neck right below his ear, where you knew he was sensitive, earning a low grunt out of him as he focused on fucking the shit out of you against that wall, the position allowing you to feel every inch of him inside you, pushing all of your right buttons.

One of his hands found its way between your bodies and he instantly connected his fingers on your clit, moving them in sync with his hips slamming against you, and the feeling of him throbbing inside you along with his fingers on your clit got you closer to your high once again.

“Noah, I’m so close, don’t stop” You begged in his ear and you felt his skin shiver under your touch with your words.

The angle and the depth of his thrusts, along with a very specific flick of his fingers on your clit made your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body shuddered and your walls clenched around him, a deep moan erupting from your lungs as he kept fucking you, painfully riding your high as he too was close to his own.

Just as he felt your body going limp in his arms, he was about to pull out when you kept him inside by locking your legs around his waist and begging on his ear: “Cum inside me please”

Your plea got him cumming hard as his fingers dug into your hips keeping you in place as he stilled, spilling deep inside you as he bit the crook of your neck, still high from his release.

He leaned his forehead against yours and kissed you gently as he pulled out of you, his cum running down your thighs as he did so, and you missed him inside you already. You missed him.

“I missed you so much” You wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid of having to let him go again and it was now your turn to confess “Heaven knows I’m never getting over you”

“Wanna try again?”

[dragonydreams]

Fic: I'd Pick You Every Time - BuckTommy

Title: I'd Pick You Every Time Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: Teen Audiences and Up Pairings/Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard Additional Tags: Fluff, Tommy POV, Established Relationship Summary: Tommy and Buck have a perfect fall day. Word Count: 3,063 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Reamworks, Brad Falchuk Teley-Vision, Ryan Murphy Television, and 20th Television. Betas: Thank you to @medieshanachie for looking this over for me. Author's Note: I started writing this before 8x05. 

The day had dawned clear and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day in Southern California. Tommy smiled at the man curled into his side and marveled at how natural it felt to have Evan in his bed when he woke in the morning. He hoped that soon this would be an everyday occurrence, when they weren't on opposite shifts, at least, but for now, he'd relish the time they did have to spend together.

He brought a hand up to ruffle through Evan's sleep mussed curls, loving how Evan's new haircut kept his hair at the perfect length to bury his hands in. Evan sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer to Tommy. 

"Evan, sweetheart, it's time to get up," Tommy said. 

"Not yet," Even mumbled. "No plans today. We can sleep more."

"Oh, but I do have plans for us," Tommy said, his hand drifting down to run along Evan's spine.

"Sexy plans?" Evan asked, cracking open one eye to glance up at Tommy.

"You'll only find out if you get up," Tommy said, elusively.

"Are you going to tell me the plans if I get out of bed?" Evan asked.

"No," Tommy answered. "It's a surprise."

"Will I like it?"

"Have you not liked any of my surprises so far?"

"You have a point." Evan sighed heavily before rolling onto his back and then sitting up. "Okay, fine, I'll get up. But you're making coffee while I shower."

"It's a deal," Tommy agreed. "Dress for being outdoors. I'll get the coffee going and shower when you're done."

Tommy started to get out of bed when Evan's hand on his arm pulled him back. 

"Don't think you're leaving me here without a good morning kiss," Evan said, pouting. 

"Silly me," Tommy said, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend. 

"That's better," Evan said, tossing off the covers and getting up. 

Tommy watched him walk to the bathroom before sliding out of bed and heading to the kitchen to make the promised coffee.

~~*~~

They'd been on the road for nearly an hour and Evan was starting to get antsy. He'd been doing a pretty good job of not constantly asking where they were going and when they'd get there, but Tommy could tell that the not knowing was starting to make his boyfriend anxious.

"I'll give you a hint," Tommy said when they were only about twenty minutes away from their destination.

"Finally," Evan exclaimed. "Tell me."

"It has to do with something that you can eat, but also use as a decoration this time of year," Tommy offered.

"Are we going apple picking?" Evan asked.

"Close, but no," Tommy said. 

"Can I get another hint?" Evan asked, looking over at Tommy through his eyelashes. 

"People use a spice version of it in way too many things this time of year," Tommy said. 

"We're getting pumpkins!" Evan exclaimed, excitedly. "You know they sell them at Ralphs."

"Yes, we are, and yes, I know that, but it's a nice day for a drive and it's more fun getting them from the source," Tommy said.

"And what are we going to do with these pumpkins?" Evan asked.

"We'll carve them and put them on the front steps so kids know to stop at my house for Trick-or-Treating," Tommy said, as if that was obvious.

Evan seemed to melt a bit at that. "You give out candy on Halloween?"

"When I'm not on shift, of course," Tommy said. "Don't you?"

"I've worked almost every Halloween since I became a firefighter," Evan admitted. 

"Including this one?" Tommy asked. "I hoped we'd hand out candy together."

"Actually, I am off this Halloween. Been meaning to ask what we're doing, and now I have my answer," Evan said.

"Are you okay with that? You don't want to be out partying?" Tommy asked.

"If you're there, it's the party I want to be at," Evan insisted. "A night handing out candy and watching a movie with you sounds perfect."

"Thank goodness; I've been saving Hocus Pocus until Halloween night," Tommy said.

"Seriously? That's your Halloween movie of choice? Not some scream fest?" Evan asked.

"Don't you think we see enough horror in our day to day lives? Give me camp and Bette Middler any day," Tommy said.

Evan laughed. "If I didn't already know you were gay, that would have definitely outed you."

Tommy dramatically gasped and pressed a hand to his chest. "Hey, now."

Both of them burst into laughter. 

A few minutes later, Tommy turned into the driveway for the pumpkin patch. It took them a few minutes to find a parking spot, as they weren't the only ones to take advantage of the beautiful day to pick their pumpkins, but eventually they found a spot and headed in. 

"Hey, they have baked goods," Evan said, heading towards a table with pies, tarts, and cookies for sale. 

"Let's choose our pumpkins first and then we can look at the edibles," Tommy suggested. 

"Oh right, that makes sense," Evan said. He looked around and saw dozens and dozens of pumpkins set out for them to choose from. "Wow, that's a lot of pumpkins."

Tommy laughed. "Yeah, that's why I picked this place. C'mon."

He led Evan over to the pumpkins and they spent the next fifteen minutes inspecting all of them for the perfect carving surfaces. 

Once they had each chosen a pumpkin to carve, Evan insisted on getting half a dozen gourds as well - to be split between their dining tables as centerpieces. They also bought a pumpkin pie.

They stopped for lunch at a diner on the way home, hungry after digging through all of the pumpkins. 

When they got back to Tommy's house, he immediately spread newspapers over the dining table before putting the pumpkins there. 

"Where did you find actual newspapers?" Evan asked.

"Brought them home from the station. My Captain still likes to read a physical paper during down time."

"Old school," Buck said. "Comes in handy sometimes, I guess."

Tommy chuckled as he brought a large bowl over to place on the table for the pumpkin guts before going back to the kitchen for a couple of large knives and large metal spoons.

After placing everything on the table he looked over to see Evan wearing the apron he kept in Tommy's kitchen. It made his heart flutter to know that Evan was comfortable enough in his home to keep a spare apron there because he cooked there often enough to warrant one. Before Evan, Tommy had never even considered an apron but he had to admire the one his man was wearing.

Grinning, Tommy said, "You think this requires the apron?"

"I hear pumpkin carving is messy work," Evan said, shrugging.

"You hear? You've never done this before?" Tommy asked, shocked. He knew Evan didn't have the most loving childhood, but even his crappy parents had carved pumpkins with him. Well, his mother had.

"I helped Christopher and Eddie carve some pumpkins a couple of years ago, but my parents wouldn't let us. Too dangerous," Evan admitted. "That was one thing Maddie couldn't sneak. We did paint pumpkins a couple of times, though."

"Evan," Tommy sighed, moving over to comfort his boyfriend. Evan folded himself into Tommy's embrace. 

"It's okay, I'm over it now." He pressed a kiss to Tommy's lips. "I'm glad that I get to do things like this with you; now."

"Me, too," Tommy said. He kissed Evan again before returning to his pumpkin.

Tommy unbuttoned his flannel shirt before removing it completely, revealing his tank top underneath. 

Evan whistled. "Didn't realize this activity came with a stripshow." 

"You might want to push up your sleeves or change into a t-shirt. As you said, it can get messy," Tommy suggested. 

Shrugging, Evan removed the apron from over his head before pulling off his henley, leaving him in the t-shirt he had on underneath, before re-situating the apron.

"Better?" Evan asked.

Tommy ran his eyes over Evan clad in a t-shirt, jeans, and an apron and wished that he'd suggested that his boyfriend wear just the apron. He mourned the lost opportunity and filed the suggestion away for another day.

"Perfect," he said, picking up one of the carving knives. Evan did the same and they cut holes in the tops of their pumpkins. They scooped out the insides, laughing as their arms became increasingly covered in pumpkin guts. 

"Good call on removing the long sleeves," Evan said, laughing as he pulled out another scoop from his pumpkin.

Once Tommy declared the insides clean enough, they took a break to wash their forearms. Tommy went first, and while Buck was washing, Tommy grabbed the bowl with the insides from the pumpkins. He grabbed another large mixing bowl and started separating the seeds into it as best as he could.

"Whatcha doing?" Evan asked, drying his hands.

"I am cleaning the seeds so that we can roast them," Tommy explained. "Can you fill that pot," he nodded towards the pot on the stove, "with water and set it on the stove? Toss in some salt, too. We need to bring it to a boil."

"You've got it," Evan said, doing as he was asked. 

A few minutes later Tommy was satisfied that he had most of the seeds out of the guts and took them over to the sink. He transferred the seeds to a colander and ran it under the cold water, making sure to get rid of any remaining pumpkin as he did so. 

The water was boiling by the time he was done, so he transferred the seeds to the boiling water and set a timer for five minutes. He also turned on the oven so it could preheat.

"Do you want to grab a baking sheet and the parchment paper?" Tommy asked, not wanting to leave Evan out of the process.

"On it," Evan said, moving to grab them. 

While Evan did that, Tommy rinsed out the colander and left it in the sink for after the seeds were done boiling. Then he laid out a clean towel for the seeds to dry on.

"Now what?" Evan asked once everything was prepped.

"Now this," Tommy said, pressing Evan against the counter and kissing him. Evan made an appreciative noise and pulled Tommy closer. They made out hungrily until the timer went off. 

"No," Evan protested as Tommy pulled away to turn off the stove. "More kissing."

"We can kiss more later," Tommy promised. "Let's finish prepping the seeds and then we can actually carve the pumpkins."

Evan pouted, but followed Tommy as he took the pot of seeds to the sink and poured them into the colander. Once Tommy was satisfied that there was no pumpkin attached to the seeds, he brought the colander to the towel and poured out the seeds. He proceeded to pat them as dry as possible before transferring them to the paper lined baking sheet.

He grabbed the Tuscan Herb olive oil and poured it over the seeds and then sprinkled salt over them. Some years he used actual spices, but he'd recently found this flavorful olive oil and decided to use this instead since olive oil was a must. After blending it all together with his hands, he spread out the seeds. 

"Can you put that in the oven?" Tommy requested. "My hands are a little slippery."

Evan smirked, but did as Tommy asked. "That's it?"

Tommy went to wash his hands. "That's it," he confirmed. "I'll stir them in about 10 minutes and 10 minutes after that they'll be done."

"So, pumpkins?" Evan prompted.

"Pumpkins," Tommy confirmed. He held up a couple of Sharpies. "Do you want to draw your design or are you gonna freestyle it?"

"I think I'm gonna freestyle," Evan said.

Tommy set down one of the markers. "As you wish." He began to draw his design on the pumpkin. Once his design was complete, he began to carve.

Every so often he'd glance up to check on Evan, who had his bottom lip between his teeth as he concentrated on his carving. It was the most adorable thing and Tommy had to make an effort not to sigh in contentment. 

When the timer went off, he went and stirred the pumpkin seeds, which smelled delicious, before returning to work.

The next time the timer went off, Evan offered to get it. He removed the tray from the oven and set it to cool. "This smells fantastic," he commented as he returned to the table.

"We can snack on them later while we watch something," Tommy said.

"I like this plan," Evan said. "How's yours coming? Because I think I'm done."

"I'm nearly there," Tommy said. 

Evan came around the table and Tommy pulled his pumpkin closer. "No peeking," he admonished.

Evan laughed and kissed the top of Tommy's head. He trailed a hand across Tommy's shoulders before stepping back. When he came back into view, he was wearing Tommy's flannel, which had been hanging on the back of Tommy's chair.

Tommy raised an eyebrow at him. Evan ducked his head, grinned, and shrugged. "I was getting cold."

Tommy couldn't deny that his boyfriend looked especially hot wearing his flannel open over his apron. He licked his lips.

"I swear, I'm almost done," Tommy said, turning his attention back to his pumpkin.

Evan laughed and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and lost himself in whatever he'd looked up.

"Hey, did you know the practice of eating pumpkin seeds started in Mexico dating all the way back to 7000 B.C.?" Evan asked, looking up from his phone. 

"I did not know that," Tommy admitted. "I just knew that they were healthy."

"I wonder if Eddie's abuela has any good recipes with them. She makes the best tamales," Evan said, wistfully.

"You've had Eddie's abuela's tamales?" Tommy asked, trying not to sound jealous.

"Yeah, we spent a lot of dinners at her house before she moved back to Texas a couple of years ago," Evan said. "She helped take care of Christopher a lot, especially when they first moved here. She was at Maddie and Chim's wedding, but you probably don't remember meeting her."

"I was a little exhausted that day," Tommy recalls. "I kind of remember an older woman standing with Christopher, but if we talked at all, I can't remember."

"That's okay," Evan assured him. "Next time she visits we'll all hang out together. I know she'll want to meet you properly, especially now that we've been together for a while."

"You're that close to her?" Tommy asked, surprised.

"She may have said I was like another grandson," Evan admitted. "It was nice having a grandmother figure. I never really knew mine, so Eddie said he was happy to share his abuela."

"Ev-"

"Don't go feeling sorry for me every time I mention how cut off my family was, or how reserved my parents were," Evan said. "It is what it is, and I have a real family now with people who love me for me."

"I'm so happy that you have that kind of a family now," Tommy said. 

Setting down his carving knife, Tommy said, "And I am now done."

"Finally!" Evan exclaimed. "Turn them around on the count of three. One, two, three!"

They turned their pumpkins around and Tommy laughed while Evan gasped.

"Oh, wow, Tommy, that's amazing," Evan said, taking in the helicopter carved into Tommy's pumpkin.

"And I see you went with the classic jack-o-lantern face," Tommy said. 

"Figured I should keep it simple for my first try," Evan said. "I think it came out pretty good for a novice."

"It came out great, babe," Tommy said. 

"Nowhere near as good as yours," Evan demurred.

"Maybe next year you can try something a little more complicated," Tommy said.

"Or I can get another pumpkin from Ralphs and actually do some research and watch some Youtube videos on pumpkin carving," Evan said. 

"Or you can do that," Tommy said. "I'm sorry for springing that on you. I know how you like to research before doing things."

"Don't be sorry. I loved everything about today," Evan said, getting up and pulling Tommy to stand, too. "I wouldn't want to change a single thing about today."

"Good, me either. It was kind of perfect," Tommy agreed. He kissed Evan, briefly. "Let's get this cleaned up and we can go enjoy our pumpkin seeds and a movie."

"I like this plan," Evan said, removing his apron and tossing it on the stairs to go into the laundry hamper later. 

They'd done a pretty good job of keeping the mess on the newspaper, so cleanup actually went pretty quickly. They rinsed their carving tools and put them in the dishwasher before pouring the cooled seeds into a bowl. 

Tommy grabbed a couple of beers while Evan grabbed the seeds and they settled on the couch. 

Tommy plucked at the flannel that Evan was still wearing. "You think I can get that back? Now I'm getting cold."

"Nope, this is mine now," Evan said, smugly, snuggling against Tommy.

Before Evan could get too comfortable, Tommy got up to grab a sweatshirt. Evan was pouting when he sat back down.

"I liked the bare arms," Evan said, running his hand over a now-covered arm.

"Bare arms are less attractive covered in goosebumps," Tommy pointed out. 

"Okay, fine," Evan relented, turning so he was pressed against Tommy's side, and Tommy lifted his arm so Evan could snuggle closer. "This is good, too."

"I'm so glad you approve," Tommy said, dryly. 

Tommy pressed a kiss to Evan's temple, grabbed a handful of pumpkin seeds, and settled in to watch Practical Magic.

"You know, I never watched this many rom-coms when I dated women," Evan said, teasingly. 

"Either you were a bad boyfriend or they had bad taste in movies," Tommy said. He wasn't ashamed of his love of romantic comedies. "Rom-coms are awesome."

Evan looked up at him. "I'm beginning to realize that."

Tommy couldn't help it. He pulled Evan around so he could kiss him, long and slow. Evan looked dazed when Tommy sat back. 

"Now let me start this over, the backstory is important."

Evan laughed as he resettled himself within Tommy's arms. "Okay, bring on the romance."

The End

[nobedofroses]

October 5th

pairing: Jack Daniels x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, allusions to spice

words: 878

a/n: Prompt for today is "decorating the house together" from this list by @novelbear. Silly and cute domesticity!

Directory, Day 4

🎃🎃🎃

When you and Jack had moved in together, you had both brought traditions with you. Most of yours were around seasonal and holiday cooking, but Jack’s had been about decorating. You hadn’t expected it, but Jack liked to go all out for every holiday (well at least the ones he cared about). And one of the main ones he cared about was Halloween. 

Because he had been into decorating long before he met you, he came with lots of decorations, but he also wanted you to contribute things you had or find new things you both liked together so it felt like a collaboration for your home. So each year, the two of you spent the two months leading up to Halloween keeping your eyes out for decor. Since Jack had most of the typical Halloween stuff to start with, the two of you looked for more sentimental or unique or even higher quality versions of things you already had that would last your lifetime if you took care of it. Which was how you ended up with a ceramic black cauldron filled with punch and a plastic black cauldron filled with candy right next to it at your annual Halloween party.

Jack liked to do the decorating on the very first day of October, but this year the first few days had been too busy with work and projects, so it had to be pushed back to today. The storage boxes had been pulled down from the attic a week prior in advance, one of the ways Jack was making sure you could start as soon as possible. 

When you woke up after sleeping in on this Saturday, you could smell something warm and cinnamon-y and delicious pervading the whole house and wondered how long Jack had been up to cook breakfast. You padded into the kitchen in the pumpkin-themed nightgown Jack had gotten you and insisted you wear during the season, along with the purple and green striped fuzzy socks. 

Seeing Jack at the stovetop, flipping pancakes and checking on a pot of spiced apple cider, you smiled and made your way over to him. Once you were behind him, you wrapped your arms around his middle and said, “Really getting in the mood, huh baby?” 

Jack hummed, a hand coming down to squeeze yours, “If you like this, darlin’, you should see the fire I’ve got goin’ in the livin’ room.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. It was still reaching 75 degrees during the day and the 45 it got down to at night didn’t exactly justify a fire. “I hope you turned off the AC.” 

“Actually, can you double check for me, peach? Pancakes’ll be done by the time you get back,” he told you. 

Shaking your head, you pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder blade, “You’re lucky I love you, cowboy.” 

As you walked to the living room, you heard him say quietly, “Don’t I know it,” and that more than made up for the checking. 

Jack laughed when you complained that he shouldn’t have tricked you with the fireplace video on the TV, “You’re just too cute not to tease a little bit.” 

You rolled your eyes, but could feel the warmth in your face that accompanied being flustered by Jack. Which was often.  

Breakfast had gone by quickly with Jack going over the game plan for the day and you were happy to follow his lead instead of coming up with the complex blueprints he had. Literal blueprints. 

After a quick cleanup of the dishes, etc., Jack turned to you and said, “Just one last thing and we can get started.” 

You looked at him expectantly, but what you did not expect was him pulling you close and tight and kissing you soundly on the lips. When you got your wits about you, you kissed him back, and the two of you stayed like that for long enough for you to get a little hot and bothered. 

A second or two later, Jack pulled back. All he said was, “Good morning, don’t think I’ve said that to you yet today, sweetheart.” 

“What— what was that for?” you asked, a little breathless. 

“That was to give us motivation to keep on moving on this project. No more makin’ out or nothin’ until we finish today’s work,” Jack said casually, moving to grab the first box of the day. 

You gaped at him, “Jack!” 

“Sorry honey, but we only have these decorations up for so long, so I’m pulling out all the stops to get it done today. I don’t know about you, but the motivation’s already working for me. Can’t wait to finish up so I can kiss you long as I want,” was his reply. 

You didn’t even know what to say to him, but you knew he wouldn’t budge, so you figured you should just get to work. 

The annoying thing was that it did seem to work. You finished a full hour and a half earlier than Jack had planned for. Something that didn’t seem physically possible, but was true. 

As you pushed Jack down on the couch when everything was done and you climbed on top of him, you said, “Next year, we’ll fucking decorate in September.”

🎃🎃🎃

[steveshaped]

i knew you'd come back to me

a/n: i was searching for a christmas fic with steve, a little bit of fluff and a whole lot of angst. this is just me scratching that itch. btw this is a sideblog which i'm using to write and i don't know if i will continue using it or not.

anyway, this is entirely inspired by my obsession with cardigan by taylor swift so... here we are.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

content warnings: angst, fem! implied reader but can be read as gn! too. the snap didn't happen but time travel did, go along with it, would you? kinda sad ending maybe.

you stare at the pumpkin cookie dough as thoughts of last december creep in. snow, spaghetti, sparkling champagne, shortcakes, silver on the table and these cookies.

those were the kind of dinners you had with steve.

gooseflesh erupted on the back of your neck as you felt the cold air seep in through the door as someone walked in, snapping you out of the memory.

"good evening, would you like to order a coffee?" you ask customarily as you get ready to take his order.

"uh, yeah, can i get a pumpkin spiced latte with vanilla?"

you look up at the guy, almost hoping to see someone else. steve always ordered that since the first time you suggested it to him.

white snow and black coffee, that's who he was before he met you. until you started adding more spice to his life.

it was the middle of december and for some reason you've had steve on your mind all day long. the last time that you had thought of him was when a memory popped up on your phone with a picture of the two of you. you've since deleted all the pictures from your phone (of course, after taking a backup) but that was when you'd finally taken a step to put it past you. that was when you'd decided to stop making yourself suffer in the tiniest of ways. 

today was not helping.

today had been full of coincidences. if that's what it still was, a coincidence. you had gone to pick up your dress from the dry cleaners after your daily run in the morning and you'd seen the exact pair of levi's that steve owned. perhaps not the exact one because this pair had a huge stain on it. so you wound up thinking about the night when he'd been wearing those when he took you out on a date and you both ended up drinking a lot of wine with dinner. he was barely intoxicated, obviously– but being around your silly goofy drunk self made him less sober. and when you both stumbled into your home, unable to locate the light switches– steve opened your curtains whilst you played some music from your phone and took out the good wine for the both of you to have. then your favourite song came on and steve asked you to dance– the streetlight streaming in– illuminating his face– he almost looked younger, carefree, more than you'd ever seen him. you leaned your head on his shoulder as he placed his hands on your waist, both swaying with the beat.

you remember that later when you'd changed into your sweats and crept into the bed with him, you were grateful that it was a sunday the next day and you'd be lucky enough to wake up next to him rather than be greeted with an empty bed as usual. steve adjusted as you climbed under the covers with him and his hand crept up your back, under your sweatshirt, trailing your spine– always at the same spot. as you tried to fall asleep, you spent some time tracing the stretch marks on his arms. the ones he said he had gotten when he was treated with the supersoldier serum and his body grew too quickly, too soon. he wore a thrifted vintage tee, the one he'd found when you took him to your favourite thrift shop down the street. not quite as old as him, but then again, only a few things were. somehow he gravitated towards them, feeling a kinship towards the lost things of the world. it was the same tshirt you'd seen a dad wearing in the park you'd gone to for your morning run.

normally you didn't have time to notice your body when you got ready for work. but today you noticed the constellation of stars tattooed on your knee. the ones he'd drawn after you slipped and fell in the shower and ended up with a large bruise and swollen knee. steve took care of you the whole day, he gave your knee kisses 'to make it heal faster', the way his ma used to. when he was finally leaving the next morning to go on a mission with nat, he drew those stars– a kiss that would stay with you. you waited for your knee to get better, wrapping it up and making the ink last longer on your skin till you could finally make it permanent.

but it was inevitable, you always knew you'd loose him. every time he went on a mission, every moment he wasn't with you, you were preparing yourself for it.

only when you had started to feel more secure– only when you'd catch yourself daydreaming of a future with him– that was when you'd lost him. you remember the car ride to the train station when he was leaving again for new york that week. you'd been feeling odd that day, for no apparent reason. you assured yourself that steve will come back soon. he'd been living with you for the past couple of months until he got a call from tony (only that it was bruce) telling him about some infinity stones.

the steve you knew, listened to you. when he left, he'd grown out his hair and beard on your suggestion– that was your steve. not the version that everyone else knew. the steve you knew was a human being who sometimes made mistakes, occassionally had mood swings, on some days he loved you more and other days not so much (on days you'd had another one of your fights about his retirement) but at the end of the day, he was yours. that's what you thought.

everyone else thought that if anything, steve was loyal. but when the war was over and steve left with the infinity stones, you sat in your home waiting. for days and days you had waited. but there was no news of him. had something happened to him? did he need saving? if so, why didn't anyone go back for him? and no one would say anything. not even bucky. you weren't sure if you had to grieve or not. the only thing you knew was that steve was alive. he didn't come back to you though.

until tonight, when you came back home to find someone sitting on your porch, waiting for you. it took you some time to register. it was steve, it really was him but, he was older. much much older than the steve you knew. 

"y/n"

"steve" you said, surprisingly with a steady voice. you didn't know if that made you look brave or detached. would it make him think that what you had was not real? but if he really went back to live his life then did he ever think of your relationship as something real?

"can we talk?" he asked. his voice was heavier, older too. you let the man in. made him a fresh cup of coffee. 

"the cold really hits you at this age" he says and you laugh out loud. steve was never cold, even when you'd be shivering with teeth chattering cold, you could still find him to be perfectly warm. on occasions you have used him as a human heat regulator. you hand him a hot cup of coffee as you sit down on the couch.

he explains what happened. he explains how he chose peggy. he was a loyal man after all, he had to show up for the promised dance. and he stayed, he wanted to. but he didn't want to hurt you. you'd only been together for how long? you let him finish because you didn't want to fight him. you don't even know how to anymore because this man wasn't the steve you knew. this man had lived his life.

so you let him finish his story. about how he'd passed on his shield to sam. how he needed to come back a last time to explain everything to you because you didn't deserve what he did to you. it took him months because he was sorting out legal stuff. and then some more time to decide what to say to you. and here he was.

last christmas you had steve, tackling you with kisses. a dust of sugar on your nose that he licked up for you. and the sweet aftertaste in his mouth when he kissed you right after. of steve, of sweet vanilla and pumpkin spice from his coffee that he'd had earlier.

you had met him on the train from new york. you'd get to talking around when he way eyeing your cookies (which smelled delicious, who wouldn't?) and so you ended up offering him some. you had some pretty good laughs on that ride, and you didn't mind that he finished up your snack. you'd only known him as steve. so when he asked you out on a date while geting off on the station, you weren't surprised– he was a charming man. and you weren't afraid of admitting that he had your heart right then.

and it's hard to believe that it was only last year that steve was here, putting up the ornaments on the tree for you, massaging your feet after you came home from a very busy day at the cafe, him kissing you at midnight on new years. why is everything so different now? you couldn't help but wonder, what if it wasn't? what if that steve was still here?

but he wasn't. and for that you forgive him, you had to. for your own good. he chose peggy and you forgive him because what you had with him was enough for you. 

you never did hope for a lifetime with him. 

what you had was a lifetime. 

"it's okay steve" you said. and he knew that you were okay then, that you will be okay without him.

that night was the last you saw of him, you sat beside him with your head on his shoulder, breathing him in for the last time as you held his warm hand between your cold palms. and before he left, you kissed his cheek for the last time. you had him at last. he came back to you. and your's was the last kiss he would hold.

[manapotionstudios]

ManaPost 14 - WHAT'S HAPPENING?!

Er... Hello, everybody! It's been a while. Just about two months. Y is here to break the silence! The time we spent quiet was definitely a Time. Of all time, even. I don't even remember how to write these things...

Weird writing styles aside, today we're here to break the silence on just what has been happening this whole time. We made a lot of promises, some we're still working on delivering, a few we had to reevaluate. Let's just get to the point:

WHAT'S HAPPENING?!

The major hit to our development cycle was actually school. We weren't lying! Most of us have extra-curricular activities and it just doesn't leave much time after (or even before) school to work on Manapotioneering. School for us started on August 28th, and we haven't posted since August 12th. Massive gap. We're announcing that we are still alive, but our availability to develop is limited all the same.

However... On the personal side of things (for Y :D), I will be graduating in 2024 (Instead of 2025)! I will be taking a gap year, meaning I'll be spending a year getting my bearings in the adult world. That also means more dedicated Manapotioneering time for yours truly! The team here have done so much artistically (and I have as well!) but my programming skills are not quite tip-top. I plan to improve more than I ever have this upcoming year.

Personal events aside...

Unity - Or not?

Both of our games were developed with Unity. As of the events of their pricing model change, even after they made (a) revision(s), we decide to drop them entirely. Manapotion Studios is a small indie studio without a game yet and we simply do not trust Unity after their antics. We're working with Godot now, a free, open source game engine that's just plain cool. That does mean rewriting everything. All of our assets, specifically scripts, were written with Unity. Of course, since we have some scaffolding to build off of, it shouldn't take too long to get back to where we were (in fact, we're about a third of the way there).

It's truly unfortunate that Unity's error made our absence last longer than expected. We actually planned to make a comeback ManaPost several times through September, and we even had something going on this month of October.

-

Ludum Dare 54! We tried!

We actually "participated" in Ludum Dare 54! "Participated" in quotes because we didn't end up finishing the game on time. It was terrible timing for all of us here in the green elixir. One of us was terribly sick, the others were busy with school and life. However, our game is still planned to be released on or before Halloween!

Pumpkin Patch Panic!

Pumpkin Patch Panic! Is a game about growing as many pumpkins as you can before the Intergalactic Pumpkin Festival on October 31st! One small quirk; your pumpkin patch resides on a shrinking planet! Every so often, the planet will shrink, shrinking your growing space in turn! It may seem easy to grow pumpkins, but space-pumpkins are a little pumpkin-spice-ier than you'd think! Some grow, some shrink! We're very excited to release PPP and we're even more excited to see what everyone thinks! Even though it wasn't released on October 2nd as planned.

Pumpkin Patch Panic! will be our FIRST EVER GAME!!! All made with the magic and love of our team, C, R, Y, and L (Previously M). We plan to participate in more game jams in the future (and hopefully finish them on time :P), so that we can become Manapotion Masters of our craft.

-

During our extended absence, we thought and thought, with our thinking hats. We're all high schoolers, soon to be young adults, and we've learned a thing or two about making games even if it is very surface level. So, let's set the records straight.

Life Will Change

Making games is hard! We've made a lot of very ambitious promises and we can proudly say they were quite silly. Very silly, in fact. Ambition without action is but a fantasy. So, we're going for a soft-reset this time 'round.

Going Forward...

Just to get the easy part out of the way, weekly ManaPosts will be making their return, as per the schedule outlined in ManaPost 05, only with a the removal of the "occasional" Sunday postage. You can expect a ManaPost centered around anything Manapotion every Saturday at 12:00 EST. The weekly schedule frankly offered much more discipline in our development cycle than the 2 months of NOTHING!!!

Now, Manaport was a fleeting dream. Unfortunately overblown and very desperately needs some rethinking. There's a LOT of unhandled story and lore and purpose behind the game that just needs a restart now that we're not just a handful of tweenagers. We almost kind of know what we're doing, and we want to still make Manaport into a hit. For the next few months, we will be essentially reworking the game's story and maybe even the characters from the ground up. More about that in a separate ManaPost, though.

We plan to be more public with Manaport's new development and what things will be changing or removed outright. Hopefully this doesn't add another 2 years to our 5 year development cycle. :)

As for Delaney... Delaney is fine. Switching to Godot has been a breeze for Delaney and we plan to get back to posting about our Anarchic Adventurer very soon.

With Pumpkin Patch Panic!, we have the gameplay loop complete, and should be released no later than Halloween 2023. If not, we'll let you know why that happened.

-

With a Heavy Heart,

It's time to wrap this behemoth of a Manapost up for this weekend. Things have been rocky, but we're ready to get on the right track! Fingers crossed we show you all something really amazing.

Within our abilities, of course.

Thanks for stopping by. We'll see you next week!

The Manapotion Team (C, R, L (Previously M) and Y)

[lightvsdark18]

Some responses to voicelines (Jamil)

I applaud your dedication. A deliberate approach makes it easy to handle whatever come your way.

("I can't tell if he's sarcastic or not.")

You're late, you know.

Blame the cat.

I'm no genie of the lamp, but I've amassed quite a bit of power. I couldn't have done it without your help.

:)

I'm kind of a boring guy to be around, you know. I don't follow the latest entertainment or trends. ...You say you do the same thing? You're an odd one.

How am I odd?

With this power, I can... Ah, don't mind me.

*squints*

School Uniform

I was wondering what all the commotion was. There's never a dull moment around you, is there?

I didn't ask for this.

The Ramshackle Dorm lounge certainly has...character. In a good way, I assure you.

Boy, don't lie to me.

You always look like you're busy fussing over something. Is that a hobby of yours?

From what I have been through, it's more like a job.

Do whatever you like, as long as you don't cause trouble. Babysitting one person keeps me busy as it is.

Excuse you?

I wouldn't neglect my studies, if I were you. Missing the basics makes it harder to catch up later... Like a certain someone I know.

But I don't care, and didn't even want to become a student.

P.E. Uniform

What are your plans for today? If you want to exercise, I'd appreciate it if you could be Kalim's dance partner.

But I can't dance.

Is it customary to casually touch others where you're from?

My shoe fell off, relax.

Ceremonial Robes

I can see that you're feeling anxious. Easy now, deep breaths...

You're talking to me like I'm freaking out. I'm doing breath techniques, I promise you.

Why are you so fidgety? Hold your head high and wear your attire proudly.

But the robes make me uncomfortable though. Also, my body is getting stiff.

Dorm Uniform

What happened? You look like you've found an oasis in the desert.

Kalim gave me food ;-;

Ramshackle Dorm isn't so bad. It's very...uncluttered. That must make it easier to clean.

You say that, but cleaning a whole dorm that's unstable is not easy.

Are you getting used to dorm life? I suppose I don't need to worry; you do have a lot of friends.

Eh, it's still unbelievable given my position.

I was just whipping up a light snack for Kalim at his pestering. You must have an acute sense of smell.

That's because I'm always hungry.

Sometimes, when I see the way you struggle in spite of your magical ineptitude, it feels like my own troubles are downright silly in comparison.

Don't say that.

Gala Couture

I don't see Grim around. Did he wander off? Ugh. You and I share the same babysitting struggles.

(tired) Yeah.

The bird embroidery is striking, don't you think? I'm rather fond of it. They say the Sorcerer of the Sands brought a bird with him everywhere he went.

Oh yeah, what was his name?

These bracelets are heavy. I'm concerned they might throw off my balance when I'm dancing.

Yeah, I would have the same fear.

Halloween

The full moon calls werewolves forth. Feast your eyes on these razor-sharp claws and fangs!

Oh look, a puppy. Heh heh.

Don't get too close, now. I bite.

... I'm not even going to make a comment on that.

Halloween always gets me in the mood for pumpkin curry. It's got a pleasant mix of sweetness and spice.

I never had curry, let alone pumpkin curry.

It's the start of a spine-tingling Halloween. I can't wait to hear how you'll scream.

Get ready to be disappointed because I don't scream. All you will get out of me is a yelp.

Ah, are you playing a trick on me? Go ahead, but remember that actions have consequences. I never forget a favor...or an offense.

*sprays him with silly string* Not really a offense in my opinion.

Silk Adorned

Vacations are so nice. One of these days, I'd like someone to show me around a place I've never been to.

I would say I wish I could show you around my hometown, but it's boring as F back home.

We've made tremendous strides in the Scalding Sands, but they wouldn't have happened without the Sorcerer of the Sands' teachings. What a great man he was.

("I doubt that.")

Debating which color to pick? Green's not a bad choice, but personally, I'd go with the crimson.

But which one looks better on me?

You should check out Silk City at night, after the fireworks. It has a whole different feel when it's lit up with lamps and lanterns.

Malleus invited me on a boat ride, so I will definitely see the lanterns lit up tonight.

[dgaftilwedie]

:3

strange peculiar weird looking fucking thing

i wish i was less annoying 💀💀💀 i feel like all i do is bother people and no one actually really likes hanging out with me because im fucking obnoxious!!!! i wish i didn't think that way but i don't know how NOT to

i do NOT wanna dwell on that rn!!!!!!!

family guy.......... breaking bad............ god i need to rewatch that show i fucking love breaking bad

i don't really have any???

i wanna go back to new york city so bad 😭😭

no one's gonna look out for you so you have to look out for yourself. your friends aren't your friends until they're your friends, yknow??

my hot bio teacher /hj

summer because it doesn't make me suicidal LMFAO

the inside cover of ur favorite cd

im not even gonna lie there's ten songs and half of them are by BTS

coolest guy i've ever had the pleasure of meeting. he's so fun to be around and i'd probably kill somebody for him. he smells like weed and warmth and the 2000s. 10/10 human being i fuckin love that guy

i was in a dodgeball competition with some people at my school that i didn't like but instead of using dodgeballs, we were using tiny water-filled popping bobas. i became a dodgeball god.

pumpkin spice latte 🤤🤤

SWAN SONGS BY HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD. it was the first album i ever got attached to and i've been criminally obsessed with hollywood undead since i was fucking 2!!!!!!! their dove n grenade logo is gonna be my first tattoo :33

idk, getting punched in the face??

i don't really have a favorite painting

uhmmmm scene kid meets teenage boy from 2013 meets white trailer trash chick

what does this question mean

this is lowkey embarrassing but jimmy urine 💀💀 YES I KMOW HE'S A BAD PERSON OK I WAS A LITTLE KID

i've been on tumblr for about 4 years and i don't think the way i've used it had changed very much

it was a piece of shit android but it did what i needed it to do (except for run roblox)

mmmmmm strawberry :3

my uncle dave LMAO i would ask him literally every question under the sun i haven't seen him since i was 6

sandwich.......... but hear me out. you can literally turn ANYTHING into a sandwich. salad sandwich......... pizza sandwich.......... burrito sandwich.......... sushi sandwich......... anythig constitutes as a sandwich

?????? what kind of whavk ass question

POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL EEEEEEEEEEEE

shark :33 i love shark :33

stank ass pits

i just think dragons are really fucking cool :33

that scene is turning red where the main character's mom brings her fanart to show the fuckinnnnnnn convenience store worker that she has a crush on the fanart she drew of him 💀💀💀 literally had to pause the movie for 20 minutes to think about if it was really worth watching

uhmmm probably my ancient brokencyde cds

i've chipped one of my front teeth so many times that half the time it doesn't even look like it's there 💀💀 i am the one toothed wonder

never been to one

not in the mood to dwell rn :3

YOLOOOOOOO

all of my habits are strange i do everything in patterns (i am 99% sure i have ocd)

poofesure gameplays 💕💕

uhmmmmmm idkkkkkkkkkk :PPPPPPP

jerk off

making my own original music

idk but i bought this dope ass sonic hat earlier today it's fucking awesome

stupid poopy loser

prettyyyyyyy good B)) i think my relationship with my dad is a little better than my relationship with my mom

the bass

ramona flowers........ not in a manic pixie dream girl all the incels want me way, but in the we're both people who've made mistakes, tried to run from them, and are now trying to face them head on and be better people way

most country just does not float my boat like specifically MODERN country............ the older shit is super mega nostalgic for me cuz i grew up in the country

i would be too excited to experience fear like "OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT FUCKING CREATURE!!!!!" but the answer is probably ants because i am scared of ants :D

i think most people are overrated

silly blog :3 tell people my thoughts :3 hello world!!!!!!!!!! \(^_^)/

50 Q’s

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? 2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? 3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future? 4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism? 5.) share a secret about yourself? 6.) if you could choose any place in the world to visit, where would it be? why? 7.) what advice would you give your childhood self? 8.) describe how you envision your ideal life partner? 9.) what is your favorite environmental season? why? 10.) what’s one book you’d suggest every person should read? 11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? 12.) describe your best friend? 13.) what was the premise of your last dream? 14.) what’s your favorite warm beverage? 15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why? 16.) what’s your favorite form of flattery? 17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? 18.) describe your personal style? 19.) what was the last concept that inspired you? 20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration? 21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years? 22.) what was your first cell phone? 23.) what is your favorite fruit flavor? 24.) whom would you resurrect from the afterlife? which 3 questions would you ask them? 25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? 26.) which of the 7 deadly sins do you struggle with the most? and which the least? 27.) your latest obsession? and why? 28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose? 29.) what’s your least favorite smell? 30.) favorite mythological creature? and why? 31.) name a scene from a movie that makes you cringe? 32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own? 33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself? 34.) favorite concert/show you’ve attended? 35.) what’s one thing you would tell to the last person who betrayed you? 36.) your favorite mantra to live by? 37.) do you have any strange habits? 38.) what’s your favorite white-noise to fall asleep to? 39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? 40.) how do you choose to cope when you’re upset? 41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish? 42.) what’s your favorite item you’ve purchased secondhand? 43.) describe your personality is only 3 words? 44.) how is your relationship with your parents? 45.) an instrument you aspire to learn how to play? 46.) relate yourself to one movie character? 47.) least favorite music genre? why? 48.) which animal would you be the most terrified to encounter? 49.) name a public figure you find to be overrated? why? 50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr?

[teddypickerry]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍.

pairings: harry potter x reader, ron weasley x reader, george weasley x reader, fred weasley x reader, cedric diggory x reader, draco malfoy x reader, blaise zabini x reader, théodore nott x reader, and lorenzo berkshire x reader.

warnings: suggestive dialogue! the reader can be gn but there are mentions of them wearing a dress!

a/n: i had to redo this twice bc it literally randomly deleted and then when i was trying to do the read more thing it deleted again. so funnnnn. :|. ALSO i received a bunch of requests today, those will be coming soon!

harry potter !

• never having a chance to go trick or treating as a kid with the dursley's, harry was more than delighted when halloween rolled around during hogwarts.

• although the depressings of his parents lingered he knew they would want him to have a good time so he never let it get to him. and if he did, you were always right by his side.

• so as a teenager, harry still remained roaming the streets of hogsmede with a pillowcase in his hands. dressed as han solo and luke skywalker with ron, begging for candy.

• you and hermione stood back and watched as if you were their parents, arms crossed as you shared giggles about silly costumes in your view.

• the rest of the month, however, harry remained in dark sweaters and jeans. the aura of the fall weather balanced perfectly with his look.

• candy corn lover <3

• the night of halloween you're both preparing for fred weasleys party

• ron had changed into "a cooler costume" so he wouldn't get bullied by malfoy and his gang for his star wars costume. but harry couldn't care less and stayed as a leader of the rebel alliance.

• you don't mind though... han solo's pretty sexy

• when you arrive at the party you spend half an hour discussing the costumes around you and the dance moves coming from ron.

• finally harry asks you to dance and of course it's awkward, but he tries

• when you arrive back at his dorm, he immediately digs into his halloween candy eating the chocolates and saving the sours for you

• even though he likes sour candy he knows you like it more

• by one o'clock you're lying in bed, eating the candy as his favroite muggle halloween films lull you both to sleep

ron weasley

• acts super tough... mortified.

• he literally cannot even watch a horror movie without screaming his head off

• he had this whole plan to invite you to his dorm to watch muggle horror movies and you'll scream and run to his arms but it's the COMPLETE opposite

• you would think for like saving the wizarding world a million times he would at least not be scared of a guy running around with a knife.

• "um so do you wanna-" *jumpscare* "BLOODY HELL JEZ- that wasn't even that bad."

• acts too cool for costumes and shit but you KNOW that man is a twelve year old deep down and goes trick or treating with harry

• he's definitely a jedi with harry when trick or treating BUT joel from risky business for fred's halloween party and you're lana of course.

• "um harry and i are off to do some... manly things." "are you guys going trick or treating?" "BYE Y/N."

• "we're having a horror movie date night!" *watches it's the great pumpkin, charlie brown* but you don't mind because you get to spend the night cuddling with ron

• he's a BIG cinnamon roll kinda guy especially the ones molly makes. so you decide to surprise him with your cooking skills and make him a homemade batch... with one spell of course. nonetheless he ate them all within the first five minutes of the movie.

• avid pumpkin spice hater 😐

• you're eating your pumpkin pasties and he's side eyeing the shit out of you

• "idk how you like punpkin. i am not letting those pumpkin-fied lips anywhere near me." oh this only results in you covering his face with pumpkin kisses. which of course, he doesn't mind despite his joking cries for you to stop.

• calming him down after fred and george prank him every day

• "ron, ron... it's okay. it's okay trust me. it's just a silly prank." you tell him as you wrap your arm around his shoulder. he sighs as he turns to you, "yeah, i wasn't scared anyways." LIES.

fred weasley

• he doesn't just love halloween, he breathes it

• fred pranks everyone he possibly can but he knows to not even try with you because well.. you'll kill him if he tries to get you

• MUGGLE HAUNTED HOUSES

• he doesn't just love people attempting to scare him, no, he LOVES scaring the scarers.

• he hides in the dark corners of the haunted houses and jumps out at people and laughs his ass off when they get scared

• once he made a little girl cry. he gave her a bunch of candy to make up for it.

• he's been pitching costume ideas to you since march

• "you'd make quite a hot frankenstein's bride if i do say so myself." ;)

• he ADORES passing out candy to the first and second years. he saw it in muggle films and just had to do it.

• he compliments all their costumes and always goes along with whatever they are

• "we'll you're a very pretty princess, if you need a dragon slayer i'm your guy! oh and you- well aren't you the scariest ghost i've ever seen in my entire life. sir nick has nothing on you, mate!"

• the night of halloween is his FAVORITE after the parties and the passing out the candy and the snacks and all, he's ready to have a good time.... if you know what i mean.

• his favorite muggle halloween movie is definitely halloween (1979). he's a big michael myers kinda guy.

• you and george team up to try and scare him several times throughout october but you always fail.

• "bloody hell, darling. you gave me quite the fright." *sarcasm* "at least you're pretty."

george weasley

• four words. rocky horror picture show.

• he makes you watch it every single halloween since you met

• his ideal halloween date is watching horror films and eating all the candy he smuggled from ginny

• "if you're scared, you know you can hold onto me..."

• comfy fall sweaters are his go to

• he likes passing out candy with you and his friends to see the kids costumes. he much rather prefers that then the rager fred throws later that nights

• he'll of course make an appearance, but he'd much rather get back to your dorm room to spend some alone time together

• george doesn't care as much about the spooky aspects as much as his brother but he's always down for a good prank on ron.

• they have an annual prank that consists of filling ron's bed with spiders and always results in the same reaction

• "BLOODY HELL!" "Aw, taking it like a man." "You're such a beast, Ronald." sarcasm.

• he takes you out for a little autumn day in the muggle world. you go buy pumpkins to paint at his parent's house, and get apple donuts with apple cider, and of course he can't stop staring at you while you ponder over the costumes at the halloween shop. he somehow landed in the sexy costumes "mistakenly" and of course, is willing to buy you all of them

• he settles on david bowie for himself which you're all for

• he spends most of his month, however, attempting to prank fred since apparently no one can. he needs your help and he's always telling you all about his ideas

draco malfoy

• too cool for halloween

• he appreciates the dark demeanor though

• when he was little he dressed up as a death eater for like every halloween for the first ten years of his life

• then you came into his life and he stopped thinking all that horrid stuff was cool. so he kind of avoided the holiday.

• it was so hard though, considering you're such a massive fan of it. and he's such a massive fan of you.

• "draco, can you dress up please?"

• it takes A LOT of convincing. but then you finally hit his soft spot. "i'll do anything you want."

• so now you're lathering black paint on his face to be a hot skeleton guy. of course he's wearing it with a black suit, and you're helping him slick back his hair. he looks so hot.

• he's only doing this for you, he keeps reminding you to hopefully make you feel bad and let him back out. but of course you're not.

• draco's only thought is what's going to happen after the party in his dorm room with you. he has no interest in his best mate theo's party, but you promised theo you'd both make an appearance.

• he's skipped the candy and treats this year and gone straight for the cigarettes. he couldn't harm his figure, he is a malfoy after all.

• he was used to galas his mother threw on halloween but watching you interact with your friends as you raved about one another's costumes was much more pleasurable

• green apple suckers. HIS WEAK SPOT. "maybe one..." turns into five

• "WHY are these children wanting their feet to get smelt?" "DRACO, THATS NOT HOW IT GOES."

• you make him watch muggle witch movies and he's critiquing them like he's getting graded on it "um, there is a SPELL FOR THAT?" "bloody fucking hell, that's not how you do that!"

cedric diggory

• pumpkin spice LOVER.

• pumpkin coffee, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin bread. all YES.

• he's taking you to muggle diners and you're getting everything pumpkin on the menu. while you sip your hot coffee and watch the leaves fall to the ground outside.

• brown pants all for october. with sweater vests or tshirts or crewnecks or anything really. he's wearing brown pants.

• cedric's in between dressing up as one of you're celebrity crushes or fictional character crushes. he can't decide who would make you blush the most.

• walks around the grounds to watch the sunrise and look at the crisp orange leaves

• when halloween finally arrives, he's up early in the morning to get the both of you - you guessed it! pumpkin coffee and donuts

• by the time he's back you're already playing halloween tunes while you get ready

• he's of course attending fred weasley's halloween bash which you both heard is going to be close to epic

• by five o'clock sharp he's complimenting first years on their halloween costumes as they're off to trick or treat in hogsmede. he would go chaperone only if it weren't for the party

• cedric finally decided on johnny castle from dirty dancing since he knows how much you love the film. and of course, how beautiful you'd look in baby pink

• he's dancing with you the moment you walk into the party. no matter the song he's dancing and laughing with you the entire evening. (probably from all the donuts he ate and coffee he drank)

• he attempts to do the lift from the film which ends... differently. but nonetheless you had the time of your life (no pun intended) which is all he wanted

• "no fair, you ate that last piece!" eating butter beer fudge from honey dukes on the walk home

• ending the night in his halloween jumper lying in his bed and engulfing your entire body weight in candy corn

theo nott

• the party thrower

• the one who's most likely to get arrested for intoxication and just stupid ass things on halloween night

• that guy, he never had a date for halloween. so that's why everyone was so shocked when you start dating right before the spooky month.

• he started out the holiday month by taking you to a muggle haunted house, holding onto you the entire time so he wouldn't accidentally punch the workers

• "MERLINS BEARD THAT WAS AWESOME" every two seconds throughout the haunted house

• he wastes no time carving pumpkins with you a few days later "accio pumpkins!" "accio kniv- nevermind, that could've been a blood bath."

• theo carves the most innocent unhappy face on a pumpkin while you're is genius and looks incredible which only results in him talking about it in astonishment for hours

• it's two weeks before the party and he's already sending owls to every person in the universe it seemed, for party supplies

• "how many kegs is too many kegs? TRICK QUESTION THERES NEVER TOO MANY." "theo, someone's gonna die at your party."

• his guest list isn't just random hot people like it normally is. so many people give you glares in the hallway. which only makes theo wrap a protective arm around you and shoot a glare in their direction

• it's the day of the party and he's already stressing so of course you calm him down and make him breakfast. (well cast a spell at least)

• which he only gets two bites in before his friends burst through the door exclaiming how brilliant the party's going to be

• green lights dimmed the dungeon to make it even spookier for the party. he really went all out with the scariest stuff possible, there was even waiters who were dressed like butlers from a 1950s horror film

• gomez and morticia addams as the guest hosts felt right so he was more than delighted to see you standing beside him in a black dress he couldn't stop staring at

• and so the rager began.

• it was even more wild than you had anticipated

• you lost track of theo every five minutes, not really getting a chance to see him until the final hours of the party. which resided in the mid morning. which of course he still wasn't tired

• but by the time you both made it back to your dorm (his was occupied with blaise and a girl from the party) and took off your makeup and changed into something more comfortable, you were practically passed out in one another's arms.

• "happy halloween, baby."

blaise zabini

• blaise zabini is a halloween lover in SECRET.

• the month of october he seems disinterested. he likes that he can wear his turtlenecks now.

• and that his black coffee matches the gloomy weather.

• he can't be scared, no matter how many times you try. he always knows it's coming probably because theo tells him

• "i have to practice every chance i get this month, it's quidditch season. im sorry, baby." when you ask him to go do halloween activities with you.

• on halloween morning you cuddle against him while he reads you halloween classics, because of course he owns them all. specifically he chooses frankenstein because it's his absolute favorite. his mother read it to him growing up.

• he runs his free hand through your hair as you lay against his chest and listen to the soft sounds of him reading to you.

• blaise's dark room matches the thunderstorm outside the window. it only gives into the goth aspects of the holiday

• your face of shock is all worth it when he pulls out his red and green striped sweater and clawed hand.

• "FREDDY KREUGER?"

• he looks so good in his costume just like he does anything.

• the moment you arrive at the party he's heading to theo for drinks, leaving you to talk to enzo about how shocked you are blaise actually dressed up

• chocolate covered strawberries are his shit. the only unhealthy food he's eating but he uses the excuse of the holiday.

• he also uses the excuse of the holiday to buy you a crimson colored promise ring, that cost more than your house.

lorenzo berkshire

• "do you wanna go to a pumpkin patch?"

• he's the flannel and hoodie uniformed kind of guy in october. and you're not complaining.

• you watched casper on october 1st to start the mood and he became obsessed. you've never seen someone find something so cute before... except maybe you and him.

• enzo gave you his quidditch jersey for when there's not games to wear since the months are getting chillier. and god, is he proud to see you in it.

• he even said you could be a quidditch player for your costume

• he and draco dressed up when they were kids all the time and he'd always send a photo of his costume to his mother, who never responded. so he kind of despised the memory of halloween.

• you spent most of halloween day kept to yourselves in his dorm. watching muggle halloween thrillers with his friends for a few hours before theo's big party.

• you and enzo stayed together in his room a little longer than the others though, still stuck in a discussion on who's the best horror killer (the correct answer is obviously michael & jason)

• enzo showed up to the party as ferris bueller and you as sloan (or cameron). which is one of his favorite muggle movies

• you already know enzo has the best halloween mixtape made for you. billy idol, bowie, talking heads, the smiths, the cure, radiohead, etc. you feel like you're stuck in one of those slasher films.

• he takes you to a pumpkin patch, and to the shops in hogsmede to get you all the halloween candies.

• enzo never had a good halloween until he met you and now he has an amazing one<33

[myarlert]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 _____

+ assorted characters

ARMIN ARLERT, EREN YEAGER, JEAN KIRSCHTEIN, LEVI ACKERMAN, SATORU GOJO, YUJI ITADORI

— cw; pet names, use of ‘daddy’, some kisses, mentions of smut. more fluff than anything, just brief mentions of it ^

kinda turned into ‘what they like to be called/how they react’

minors do not interact

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— call him ‘pretty boy’ once and he will ascend. absolutely loves when you’re cuddling and you are running your fingers through his hair, muttering things to him. maybe about how your day went and what you did today, then mumbling, ‘how was my pretty boys day?’ absolutely will get all smiley and nervous. he gets butterflies at this one in specific. calling him pretty boy will sometimes have him feeling very special, very good about himself. absolutely gets all blushy if you scattered kisses all over his face and complimenting him like that.

pretty boy, handsome, babe,

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— 10/10 will get very cocky and it will stroke his ego so hard if you called him ‘my prince’. fucking loves it, it makes him feel like you’re his princess, NO his queen and he needs to give you the world. no but really, he loves being called this. that or that one time you approached him in the kitchen and said, ‘hey casanova!’ he thought it was so random but so cute because he really is your full-time lover. his eyes would grow dark with lust with some of the things you’d call him, like jokingly calling him daddy but he actually gets into it and actually wants to do something about it. he would wanna act up if you were laying back on the couch while you had friends over and you straight up went, ‘hey daddy can you go get me some water?’ HE WOULD LOSE IT, ya know, dragging you off to your room where he had a clamped over your mouth while he finger fucked the life outta you.

my prince, casanova, handsome, good lookin’

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

— omg it happens when you’re sitting on the couch together and cuddled up under a blanket. he’s paying attention to the movie but you’re focused on him, brushing your hand on the side of his face, feeling his soft facial hair. he didn’t even realize right when you said it but when you whispered, ‘you’re so perfect’ it made his heart flutter. he kinda does a double take, looking at you, then back at the tv.. then back to you with wide eyes. ‘what did you just say?’ he says in a hushed voice. ‘i said you’re so perfect jean.’ like aaaa he really is and the way he would shower you with little kisses after that ugh he’s so sweet

handsome, perfect, sweetheart, baby

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— DAMN IT CALL THIS MAN POTATO CAKES, i’m joking but it would be funny, he’d definitely look at you like 😐 AND THATS FUNNY TO ME okay no but really, call this man handsome, darling, anything of that nature and it would make him smile. he really isn’t one for crazy nicknames but he does definitely have a soft spot for ‘sweetheart’ and things like it. being called it or calling you that. or calling him daddy just to see his cheeks flush and eyes roll with annoyance but secretly he fucking loved it and wants to have you cryin, repeating that name while you’re bouncing on his cock. :p

sweetheart, darling, handsome, amore

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

— anything that will make him chuckle/giggle is the way to go. pumpkin loaf, ocean eyes, my little sea star. you can get so weird and creative with the things you call him but it’s really just for the shits n giggles with gojo. you could get really weird and all him something like pooh bear naaaa bc he would think that is so cute and he would hug you so tight 😭 he definitely gets all smiley, and he definitely treasures each name you come up with, absolutely making a little list of them.

anything silly; like the things listed above :’)

𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

— probably into the basic ‘babe’ and ‘baby’ maybe spice it up and throw a little bit of ‘pumpkin’ in there. now even with the most basic of the basic pet names itadori will still get nervous when he hears you call him ‘babe’ but he loves hearing you say it. maybe when you two are out for a walk he will try to grab your hand but you’d pull it away as a joke so he lets out a long ‘baaabbbbbbeeeeee’ as a response, getting you to grip his hand quicker than ever.

basic things; babe, baby, bebe, pumpkin, sweetheart

tagging @paradisdementor @okhotel

[lou-struck]

The Wrong Type of Spice

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

~You may have went a bit too far while pranking your Boyfriend.

Wc: 1000+

Autumn, the season of spooks and scary skeletons. The sunsets are earlier and the nights get colder, you hardly mind though since it means that you can cuddle up closer to your boyfriend as the two of you watch some of your favorite movies of the season.

During a commercial break, your screen was filled with seasonal promotions of pumpkin spice-flavored everything. After the fourth or fifth ad for Pumpkin Spice Lattes Katsuki Tisked next to you.

“What’s the big deal about some shitty pumpkin-flavored coffee, all these damn commercials are pissing me off.” He grumbles voice rising in volume as his rant continued.

“It’s seasonal Suki” you laugh sitting up, giving his hands a little squeeze. It will be gone soon then you can be annoyed with other things.”

“You’re not helping dumbass.” He grumbles pulling you back into his arms turning his attention to Charlie Brown finding some Great Pumpkin or whatever.

You however are not focused on the film rather the beginnings of what you may call a brilliant plan.

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“You really can get anything online,” you thought to yourself unpacking a few boxes for your plan to mess with Katsuki. The plan was to buy as many pumpkin spice-flavored items as possible to stash around the house. If a few commercials were enough to bother him as much as it did the other night then you have no idea what this would do to him. He may blow up the house but that seems to be a worst-case scenario. Weighing the consequences of your action never had been a strength of yours so you may have used his credit card to pay for the goods.

Katsuki just returned from a work trip which gave you all the time in the world to spring your plan into motion.

Every candle, soap, and household cleaner was replaced. You even managed to sneak into Katsuki’s car and replace his air freshener while he slept. The house smelled like Bath and Bodyworks Purgatory but you were had grown accustomed to the scent and were no longer bothered by the constant assault to your nostrils.

A shuffling in the bedroom signaled to you that your boyfriend was awake and ready to be teased. He sleepily walking into the kitchen seating himself on a stool at the Island.

“Goodmorning Pumpkin.” You say chipperly working on a special breakfast for the two of you. “Did you sleep well?”

Katsuki raises an eyebrow in confusion at the nickname “What the hell did you just call me?”

“Oh just something silly,“ you reply shooting him a smile that’s a little too wide. Katsuki stands making his way over to you at the stove wrapping his arms around your waist pressing his face into your neck.

“ what are you making today?“ He asks shrugging off your previous comment.

“ Something special just for you. Now go sit so I can finish up.” You shoo him away as you add the finishing touches to the food before plating it and sliding it across the island to him.

Katsuki looks down at his breakfast and it finally clicks that something is off. On the surface, it looks to be a cute homemade stack of Pancakes a few pieces of Bacon with a small bowl of yogurt sprinkled with granola. But upon further inspection, the pancakes and the yogurt seem to have an orange tint to them, even the pat of butter on top seems to be speckled.

Picking up a piece of bacon he brings it to his mouth and takes a bite, it’s not normal bacon, it tastes like nutmeg, no not nutmeg, pumpkin spice. As do the pancakes. He is eerily silent as he picks a piece of granola off of his parfait. When he tastes the spiced oat cluster he looks like he is about to lose it.

“What’s wrong, Pumpkin don’t you like the food?” You ask smiling evilly as he shifts his glare from the plate up to you.

“WHAT THE HELL DUMBASS WHY IS EVERYTHING PUMPKIN SPICE?” he yells standing abruptly walking over to you. You try to stand tall but you can’t help it. As he walks over to you you double over with the laughter you had been holding in all morning. It is so intense your legs give out from under you forcing Katsuki to catch you before you hit the ground.

“It’s not just the food Suki,” you wheeze out as he beings to look around the house leaving you in your fit of laughter. Especially when you hear his swearing coming from the bathroom after he found the scented roll of toilet paper.

Katsuki comes back into the kitchen and looks at you with more confusion in his gaze than anything else.

“The Hell was that for dumbass?” he asks you while you prepare a cup of coffee for yourself.

“Don’t you remember the other night Suki, with the commercials?” A look of realization flashed across his face as he remembers his outburst from a few nights ago. Looking at you his gaze softens because he could never truly be mad at you for something like this so he just shrugs defeatedly and sits back down to finish his food.

After finishing up Katsuki kisses softly on the lips. “Thank you for breakfast dumbass. You got me good.” You smile and kiss him back knowing that the fun isn’t over yet.

As Katsuki goes to get ready to go into the agency you sit on the bed smirking into your coffee cup you wait patiently for the Nail in the Coffin

“HEY, SHITTY WOMAN, WHY THE HELL IS MY DEODORANT PUMPKIN SPICE?”

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A few hours later, Katsuki opens his gym bag and his heart sinks. Front and Center atop his clean and folded gym clothes sits a single Pumpkin Spice flavored Protein bar packed by you with love...

[jujujitsu]

II- Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Word Count: 4417

Before you read, catch up here

Warnings: SFW mostly (Has like a NSFW comment or something), Cussing though, Satire and a little memey. Sorry for typos! Dyslexic and such.

Genre: AoT AU College sprinkled with Magic, bb. Aot x Y/N FemBody Witchy Gamer Reader because why not? Romance. Reiner X Reader relationship.

Featuring: Reiner Braun, Porco Galliard , Marcel Galliard , Pieck Finger

Theme Song : Coming Home- Einar K Five Chill Out Mix

Synopsis: You meet your future housemates and they're just as silly and fun as you imagined they would be. How they are online is exactly how they are in person. Reiner, Marcel, and Pieck try to keep Porco under control but, he is determined to be the center of attention. You go share a coffee with the group while they lay out rent and other living expectations.

Reiner looked himself over one final time before exiting his room. He glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed because it was almost time to meet you. And after a short visit with the group, the two of you were going on a date. The latter he didn’t tell anyone about, but Pieck being the clever woman she was, had some sort of an idea. She looked up from her textbook as Reiner sat down on the couch to wait for the other two to finish getting ready.

“Nervous?” she asked.

“Huh, what me? No.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Reiner.” she giggled. “What’s got you so nervous? We’re just going to meet our potential roommate. And, from what Porco and Marcel have been saying…you all know one another, right?”

“Sorta. We’ve been playing games together for a while. We haven’t actually met.”

“Oh, ho, look at Braun all dressed up and fancy,” Marcel smirked as he entered the living room. “Trying to impress a certain lady we’re about to go meet? Man, I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a minute.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Porco questioned as he popped his head out of his room. He looked Reiner over as the blonde suddenly blushed. He wanted desperately to hide from his friends. Not that he really could because he was bigger than all of them and hiding required some effort. He wished the couch would just swallow him up but he knew that wasn't going to happen either.

“Guys, cut it out, seriously,” he groaned.

“Wait, are you…seriously trying to make a move on Y/N ?” Porco questioned. “Before she gets settled in with us?”

“I think it’s a good thing,” Pieck stated. “I hope this works out for you Reiner.”

“Yeah, time to move past Historia and all of that mess,” Marcel chimed in as he went to grab his coat. “But…are you ready, Reiner? Like, are you sure?”

“Yeah, you better not be using her as a rebound,” Porco warned.

“Says the guy who has a new girl every week,” Marcel sneered as he turned back to Reiner. All eyes were on him now and he caved under their scrutinizing gazes

“I am. It’s been rough but, I think I’m ready to try.”

“She did you dirty,” Marcel scoffed as he stewed on all the information Reiner shared with him concerning his ordeal. “They all did. Well, except that one guy. Jean Kirstein, right? Do you still talk to anyone from Paradis?”

“Not if I can help it,” Reiner muttered. “But, Jean had issues of his own.”

“Eh, we won’t get into the details!” Porco ranted as he flopped down next to Reiner. “Today’s the start of something new. Fuck Paradis University, fuck Historia and fuck that Eren Yeager kid, too! I’ll be your hype man. Y/N will be swooning for you by the end of our meeting.”

He dramatically laid across his friend’s lap and placed his hand, palm up over his forehead to mimic the image of Y/N enamored while he spoke in a feminine tone. Well, as close as someone like Porco could get to one. It was honestly scratchy and horrid. “Oh Reiner, you’re so strong and amazing. I’m so glad I get to move into a house with you and your handsome friends. And Pieck too! I can’t wait to wake up and see you every day, even when you have an awkward morning boner.”

“Get off me you fucking ham,” Reiner growled as he pushed a cackling Porco to the other side of the couch. “Besides, I don’t think it’s necessary to convince Y/N of anything, Pock. We both agreed to go on a date after our meeting.”

“WHAT!?” Marcel and Porco screamed out.

“And you didn’t tell us until now!?” Marcel huffed. “Oi…at least you know how to dress yourself.”

“And you don’t smell funny,” Porco pointed out.

Reiner wrinkled his nose in disgust at Porco’s comment. “I always smell nice. You’re the one with the funky room.”

“That’s because he doesn’t clean up his cum socks,” Marcel grumbled.

“THE FUCK Marcel?” Porco screeched. “I clean up after myself. You’re the one who uses socks.”

“Could you both please…not act this way if Y/N agrees to move in with us,” Reiner pleaded as he slid his hand down his face. “At least not for a few months. I don’t want to scare her off.”

“She’ll get use to it,” Porco grunted as he went to check his room for a second. He was now self conscious about it so he took a spray can of febreeze and spritzed it before rejoining the rest of his house mates.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten use to it,” Pieck sighed as she flipped through her book. “I’ve just kinda accepted that you’re all a bunch of weirdos.”

“Whatever Pieck!" Porco ranted further. "You love us and you would be so bored without me and Marcel. So don’t give me that bullshit.”

“I think we should head out, yeah?” Marcel hummed before Porco got too riled up.

“Agreed,” Reiner sighed as he stood up.

“Woo! Operation get Braun laid commences!” Porco yelled out as he sprang toward the door and clapped his hands together.

“Pock…. seriously,” Reiner groaned. “Can you be normal for like, an hour?”

“Hey, if she’s really cute, do you think you would be willing to share?” Porco questioned as he smirked over at Reiner. Marcel’s hand came out of nowhere and smashed into the side of his brother’s head.

“You’re such a fucking degenerate, I swear,” he hissed before he looked to over to Reiner with an apologetic expression.

“OUCH MARCEL I WAS JUST KIDDING! FUCK!” Porco whined as he scurried to a mirror. “You better not have messed up my hair or we’re going outside and exchange a few words and maybe a fist.” He looked himself over obsessively to make sure his slick backed hair was all in place. “I swear to God if a single hair isn’t where it’s supposed to be…”

“It’s…it’s alright Marcel, seriously,” Reiner muttered. “I know he doesn’t mean anything by it.”

Marcel looked to the side for a minute and met Pieck’s equally knowing expression. They both knew Porco was not kidding about his question whatsoever.

Porco came back over with his pouty expression and snubbed his nose at Marcel. “You’re lucky brother. Doesn’t look like you messed my hair up. You get a pass for now.”

“Oh, I am just so fortunate that you’ve chosen to spare me from your bullshit,” Marcel sneered.

“Alright boys, time to go meet our potential roomie,” Pieck told them as she closed her book. “So, behave, all of you.”

“Yes ma’am,” the boys all said together as Pieck led them out the door.

You looked down at your phone and noted the time. In just a few minutes, you’d be meeting your online friends in person. You’d also be making your final decision on whether or not you were moving in with them. And you had a date with Reiner after the fact. You were normally so confident, but anxiety definitely made itself home in your head.

While you waited, you scanned over your morning conversation with Reiner. You smiled because you knew you were the first thing on his mind when he woke up. He sent you a good morning text at around 7:45 AM.

Good morning. I hope you got enough sleep. I am sorry I kept you up way too late. I know I’m feeling it. Nothing a little caffeine can’t fix, I guess. Anyway, have a great day. I’m looking forward to the evening!

The smile that spread across your lips remained with you all day.

He texted you between classes and eventually, gave you an idea to where you’d be going for your first date.

I was thinking, maybe a walk through the Botanical Garden after a light dinner? It’s lit up so nicely at night. That’s the best part about living in a warm, dry climate like Marley right? The Autumn season is mild and we get to enjoy being outsider longer than most.

You had to make a quick trip home to dress comfortably for that. Heals weren’t an option. You chose an outfit that was functional for walking for most of the afternoon, yet cute enough for a first date. Your makeup was natural and light, for the exception of your eye liner. That mischievous witchy look was a must, plus it made your eyes so dramatic. Alluring was an understatement.

You looked up from your phone because you had this feeling like someone was watching you. It wasn’t malicious by any means. Your eyes went into the direction that you felt it originated from and your expression immediately softened when you met Reiner’s eyes for the first time. You watched a soft tight lipped half smile form on his face. The dark-haired girl, who you assumed was Pieck, followed his gaze and noticed you first. She waved with both hands at you and the other two with them snapped their heads around in your direction. Those two were the Galliard brothers.

You thought it was comical how the ash-haired blonde of the group stopped in his tracks and gawked at you. That one had to be Porco. You imagined Marcel was much more collected and you were right. Marcel raised his brow and said something to Reiner which made the gentle giant of a man blush.

“Holy shit that’s her?” Porco belted out as your identity registered in his silly, little head. Pieck immediately shot him a glare as he ran to catch up with the group. “Are you kidding me? That’s who we’ve been gaming with this entire time?”

“Porco…” Marcel warned.

“And she’s going to be living with us!?”

“Porco…,” Marcel growled low.

You found the whole thing amusing. You figured Reiner showed your picture to them, but perhaps he wanted to keep it to himself. You stood up and offered everyone a charming smile. “Well, here we are after all this time finally meeting face to face.”

“I believe it is long overdue,” Marcel hummed.

“Can’t believe she’s this cute,” Porco muttered. Pieck elbowed him hard, and he growled.

Reiner cleared his throat and stepped up to offer his hand. “Y/N, I guess we should make this official, yeah? I’m Reiner.” You took it and blushed at how small your hand was in his. And the way he grasped it felt so right. He went a step further and gently caressed it with his thumb. Your cheeks flooded with color, and you were suddenly at a loss for words. You were both lost in the moment, until Porco butted in, pushing Reiner out of the way.

“Porco Galliard, pleased to meet you finally, Y/N,” he said as he took your hand and offered you a charming smile. Marcel placed his hand on Porco’s shoulder and pulled the man back behind him, causing him to gasp and curse in surprise.

“Marcel Galliard, the better of the two Galliard brothers.” He was gentle much like Reiner, but his hold didn’t linger. He stepped aside and went to deal with Porco who was bristled and muttering curses at his brother while Pieck came up to introduce herself last.

“And, I’m Pieck Finger,” she said as she chose to take your hand with both of hers. She was such a warm person for someone who looked plum exhausted. “I’m so glad to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about the online you.”

“You don’t play games with them?” you ask.

“No…they don’t like what I play,” Pieck sighed. “It’s too normie and casual for them. I play Animal Crossing.”

“Really? I do too!” you tell her. Pieck’s eyes immediately widened, and you swore she wanted to hug you.

“Wait, our achievement hunter and the person who always carries us in our games also plays Animal Crossing?” Porco asked.

“I enjoy all facets of gaming, you silly boy.”

“Yeah, what the hell is wrong with that?” Marcel questioned.

“Nothing I…just think it’s adorable,” Porco muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Good, we own all the consoles anyway,” Reiner told you. “Plenty of gaming for us at the house, speaking of which, we probably need to discuss that, huh?”

‘We could go to the coffee shop right off of campus,” Pieck suggested. “If you want. I get a discount, because I work there.”

“Oh, hell yeah, that’s right,” Porco said as he clapped his hands together. “Yo, they got those pumpkin pastries in yet?”

“And the pumpkin cream cold brew?” Marcel questioned. “Or a Pumpkin Spice latte?”

“Wow, and you boys gave Pieck a hard time for being a casual gamer,” you laugh.

“W-What’s wrong with liking pumpkin spice?” Porco questioned.

Reiner grinned at you and slyly looked between Porco and Marcel. “It’s just about the most basic bitch thing to like, is all.”

“Excuse you,” Porco snapped. “Do you see me in Ugg boots and leggings? No, fuck off. It’s seasonal flavoring and I like it.”

“We like it,” Marcel huffed

“I think you could pull off the look well enough,” you point out. “What do you think Pieck?”

Pieck covered her mouth and looked away while she held back her laughter.

“You know what, fuck all three of you,” Porco huffed as he placed his hands on his hips. “I’d rock the hell out of those leggings and boots. My ass would look phenomenal, and you can all kiss it while I drink my goddamn pumpkin spice latte.”

“Mine would be better, but yeah, what he said,” Marcel nodded.

“The fuck it would,” Porco snarled.

“You don’t deepen your squats enough brother, your ass is lacking,” Marcel sneered.

“WHY the fuck are you looking at my ass!? That’s gross as fuck dude. You’re my brother!”

“Boys!” Pieck groaned as people began watching and looking in your groups direction. “Seriously…”

Reiner glanced over at you. You noticed he was suddenly worried but the moment he saw your expression he eased up. You were fighting back a bellyaching laugh.

“Sorry about them,” he says shyly. He was still severely embarrassed by them and since Pieck was now wrangling them up, he wanted to take a moment to talk with you privately.

“It’s nothing to worry about,” you tell him. “They’re like this in chat. I’m glad to know they’re just as authentic in person as they are online.”

“Yeah, that’s an understatement. You can imagine that the house is chaotic with the two of them. Are you sure you want to move in with us?”

“I come from a chaotic home. They aren’t chaotic. They’re just boys.”

“Well, sometimes they bring real chaos with them. Marcel’s girlfriend is…she’s the head of one of the sororities and she’s a piece of work. Porco has girls coming in and out like a revolving door. Pieck doesn’t care for relationships. And me…well…” He looked at you sheepishly and smiled. “I haven’t dated anyone for a while. So…forgive me for being a bit out of practice.”

“I can’t say I’ve had anything serious either,” you admit. “I’ve kind of curved everyone that’s tried.”

“And you gave me a chance…I feel honored actually.”

You loved the way he blushed after saying that. He should have all the confidence in the world because of how handsome he was, but he was so bashful. It was honestly adorable.

“Hey, are you two coming?” Porco called. Reiner and you looked in his direction to see him waving the two of you over while Marcel and Pieck walk ahead. “We’re going to the coffee shop. Let’s go!”

“Shall we?” Reiner questioned.

“I suppose we should, huh?”

You walked side by side. He kept pace with you, and you noticed him glancing at you every so often as if he couldn’t believe this were real. You gently reached over and intertwined your hand with his and that man started grinning until you were sure his face hurt. And that’s how you stayed, all the way across campus to the coffee shop.

“Fuck yeah pumpkin scones!” Porco shouted as he took two and stuffed his mouth, biting one and then the other.

Pieck set her cup of expresso to the side, and she leaned forward to regard you. “So, the bedroom we have open is like a loft style one. We’d share a bathroom. Is that alright?”

“It has a lot of space,” Marcel confirmed.

“And you have a cat, right?” Porco asked with his mouth full.

“I love kitties so much,” Pieck sighed.

“Yeah, this is him,” you say as you bring out your phone and show a picture of the mischievous little fucker you loved with all your heart.

“A black cat…aren’t those bad luck?” Porco questioned as he swallowed.

“Pock no, that’s just an old, outdated superstition!” Pieck cried. “Black cats are so wonderful and loyal. People treat them so awfully because of that silly belief. They have the lowest adoption rate too. Poor babies…”

“It makes me sad too,” you tell her. “His name is Azriel, and he has been with me for a few years. He chose me. I wasn’t looking for an animal but, I was walking one day in the field, and he decided to follow me so, I took him home.”

“Someone must have dropped him off and you came along at the right time,” Pieck mused.

“Huh, again with your perfect timing,” Reiner laughed. “Seems you have a habit of picking up unwanted, discarded broken things.”

Porco groaned. “Reiner please…don’t drag down the mood.”

Reiner raised his brow and you found yourself giggling. “It’s okay. Seriously. I understand the self-deprecating humor. I’m guilty of it too. And fortunately, yes, I find value in a lot of things people wouldn’t normally want or care for. It’s a big part of who I am.”

“I love thrift shopping and refurbishing thrown out furniture,” Pieck happily admitted. “We’ve got a little workshop in the back for my side projects. Then I just sell them for a little extra cash.”

“I’d love to help when you need it,” you tell her.

“You said his name is Azriel?” Marcel questioned suddenly as if it just registered. “Like the Angel of Death?”

Porco blinked and seemed suddenly worried. “And you are sure he isn’t bad luck?”

Pieck and you both give the Galliard bro’s a less than amused expression.

“Hey! I’m just asking important questions here!” Porco huffed as he raised his hands up. “He’s a black cat named after the Angel of Death. You think I’m not gonna be concerned?”

“Are you seriously scared of a little kitty, Pock?” Pieck questioned.

Porco pouted and crossed his arms. “I hope her kitty scratches you.”

“Nonsense, animals all love me,” Pieck reminded him. “It’s you they don’t like.”

“Please, I’ve got plenty of pussy-.”

“POCK!” Marcel snarled as he whacked his brother upside the head. “Shut it!”

“GOD damn it, Marcel! MY hair!” Porco whined as he jumped up from his seat and ran into the bathroom, muttering curses at his brother.

Marcel huffed and shook his head. “Sorry about that Y/N…he’s an idiot with no filter. I hope…I hope that won’t be a problem. He’s got a heart of gold, he’s just…”

“A fuck boy,” you say bluntly. Everyone at the table roared with laughter as you smiled into your vanilla cream cold brew.

“Well, I suppose we should talk about rent,” Marcel sighed. “We split it between us, including water, electricity, internet and all that. Food too. We just kinda combine it all and go shopping once a month. Usually between 300-350 Marley Notes.”

“Ah, easy enough, I get paid weekly so I can do that no problem,” you say.

“The room is cleared out and ready, so whenever you’re ready. I’m honestly fine with you moving in tomorrow if you want,” Marcel tells you. He looks to the others and Pieck and Reiner both nod. His gaze lingers on Reiner, and he gives him a very quick smirk. Of course, Reiner would agree. He was sweet on you and having you near him would mean the world to him. Marcel cut his gaze towards the bathroom. His brother had yet to come out. Porco would be a bit of a problem until he was put in his place, and he planned to have a firm conversation with him about it later. Reiner needed this and Porco wasn’t about to ruin it for him.

Porco came out finally and glared at Marcel as he took his seat at the head of the table. “Did I miss anything?”

“While you were playing with your hair, we’ve talked about rent and told Y/N she can move in whenever she’s ready,” Pieck informed him.

“So, tomorrow, right?” Porco asked.

“Probably by the weekend. I have to pack my things and…tell my family.”

“You haven’t told your family about any of this?” Reiner inquired.

“Ah, no…wanted to solidify it first and just kind of drop it on them and tell them that this is what I’m doing, rather than ask for permission, you know?”

“Is your family strict or something?” Pieck questioned.

“Yeah, why are you moving out anyway?” Porco asked.

“Oi, it’s none of your business, Pock,” Marcel told him. “She doesn’t have to have a reason. She just needs to know she’s coming into a good home and that it’s a safe place.”

“Yeah, the only thing not safe is food and sometimes video game controllers,” Porco said.

“It’s okay…it’s just….my family is alright. My grandmother is a bit much and I think it will do us some good to be a part. Our relationship is a little strained, but I think some distance will help.”

“It does help,” Reiner said. “It’s why I chose not to move back in with my mom. She means well, but…she can be manipulative, and I just wasn’t in the mental state to deal with her shit right away. So, I know how you feel. “

“Yeah, my grandmother is controlling and manipulative,” you admit. “She doesn’t like the path I chose, and it has created a rift in the family. I think leaving will help the household in general so, that’s what I’m doing.”

“Man, I guess we kinda got lucky,” Marcel mused. “Our home life wasn’t bad.”

Porco raised his brow and looked away. “Yeah, it was better than most. Can’t really complain.”

You knew Porco wanted to say something, but he held back. You imagined he was constantly in the shadow of his older brother Marcel and that contributed to why he showed out as much as he did. Marcel wasn’t aware of this, but most older brothers were oblivious to such issues plaguing their younger siblings.

“I’m an only child, but my father has been ill throughout most of his life,” Pieck told you. “He is doing better for now, so I’m trying to get through school quickly so I can take care of him if it gets bad again.”

“Man, let’s switch to something else,” Porco complained. “This conversation is bringing me down. Hey, are any of you going to the hockey game this Saturday?”

Reiner looked away and Marcel suddenly bristled. You raised your brow as Marcel quickly nudged Porco and cleared his throat.

“Ah, shit…um, well, guess that’s a no,” Porco sighed.

“No it’s fine,” Reiner said quietly. “It might be time to go watch a match. It’ll probably do me some good. Y/N, have you ever been to a hockey game?”

“I haven’t. Never thought about it, but if you want to, I’d be happy to go.”

Reiner perked up immediately and you couldn’t help but wonder what that slight awkwardness was about. You decided you would ask him later during your walk if the opportunity presented itself.

“Hey, we should probably get going,” Reiner suggested as he stood up. “Y/N, is the coffee enough or should we have a light dinner before we go to the botanical garden?”

“Is that where you’re taking her?” Pieck asked. “Oh, it’ll be nice, and the weather isn’t chilly at all.”

“Not my ideal first choice, but yeah, good job I guess,” Porco sneered

“Oi, and where would you take her?” Marcel questioned. “The movies? Like every other date you go on? Come on Pock…”

“The movies are the ultimate first date experience!” Porco insisted. “Always do a scary movie. That way your girl clings to you and you get to be the big brave man who shelters her and gets a little reward for it after.”

“Scary movies are something I enjoy and often find humorous,” you say. “Besides, the ones I like to watch would make you piss yourself.”

“Yeah right,” Porco huffed. “We’re gonna have a horror-thon and I bet you’ll be the one who’s scared!”

“Pock, you watched Paranormal Activity and slept with a nightlight for a month,” Pieck teased. “And those are old movies!”

Marcel and Reiner both nodded when you looked at them for validation.

“I kept bumping into my weight set when I’d go to the bathroom!” Porco snapped back. “I got a nightlight and then I decided to just move it later.”

“Sure Pock, whatever you say,” Pieck chuckled. “Anyway, you two, go have a good time. Y/N it was nice to meet you.”

“Yes, it was,” Marcel said as he stood up and took your hand again. “If you need help moving, let us know. We’ll be happy to help.”

“We can probably load everything up in my jeep or Marcel’s truck,” Reiner reasoned. “Shouldn’t take much time at all.”

“Yeah, my little bug won’t hold much so you guys are on your own,” Pieck sighed.

“Can’t get shit in my Challenger, but I’ll help,” Porco nodded. “What kind of car do you drive, Y/N?”

“A broom stick,” you say with a grin.

“Oi, and you’ve got a fucking black cat!” Porco laughed. “You do give me that cute witchy girl vibe.”

“Ah, might need to get you a little hat to go with it,” Marcel chuckled.

“You think I don’t already have one? Come on boys. It’s a must have.”

Marcel and Porco looked at one another for a minute and Pieck couldn’t help but keep giggling. Reiner watched all of this unfold with amusement until he glanced over to the clock and noted the time. “Alright, Y/N, Porco and Marcel are going to have to dig out their nightlights if you keep at them like that.” He gently took your hand to lead you away. You smiled and waved at your future roommates.

“Be good you two!” Pieck called.

“Wrap it before you tap it!” Porco yelled.

“POCK!” Marcel and Pieck screeched. You swore you heard Marcel smack him again right as the door to the coffee shop closed. Reiner looked down at you and he immediately blushed when your eyes met.

“Are you nervous?” you questioned as he led you across the street towards the parking lot where he and the others must have parked before meeting you earlier.

“Not anymore.” He said as he caressed your hand with his thumb. “I’ve been looking forward to this part all day.”

[ghostadventuresstuff]

Zak Bagans x Reader

Y/N

Halloween was your favourite holiday. You'd always been obsessed with all things spooky ever since you were little, especially since your dad was into horror films and sometimes he'd let you stay up and watch them with him. Your love of all things dark sometimes got you bullied in school, but you showed all the haters and managed to set up your own makeup business turning people into monsters for film, TV and music videos.

Even though you now lived in an apartment complex, there were still quite a few kids who came around on Halloween so you always made sure to have candy and have a kickass pumpkin outside your door.

Today you were visiting a pumpkin patch just outside of town where you heard they had some of the best pumpkins if you got there early enough. You were so excited you'd even made a note on your calendar to remind yourself.

The second you step into the pumpkin patch you felt warm all over. It didn't just sell pumpkins, it sold food and drink and had lots of activities for children. You'd find the perfect pumpkin first before you even thought about grabbing a coffee.

There were so many pumpkins it could overwhelm a novice. But you weren't put off by the different shapes, sizes, and colours. Then you came across the perfect pumpkin. It was quite large leaving plenty of space for your design, and it was the perfect shade of orange. You go to pick it up, but someone else reaches for it and your hand's touch. You look up ready to argue, but the words get stuck in your throat.

'My bad I didn't see you reaching for the pumpkin. I'm Zak by the way.'

Zak Bagans was stood in front of you of all people. You were a huge Ghost Adventures fan but had never met any of the crew until today.

'I'm y/n. You have a good taste in pumpkins Mr Bagans.'

You shake his outstretched hand and he laughs, 'I could say the same about you y/n. You touched the pumpkin first so you should have it.'

You stand back and shake your head, 'No, I insist you take the pumpkin, Zak.'

'No I couldn't take it now; you probably have an awesome design in mind y/n.'

Yes, you did, but you didn't want to be known as the girl who took a pumpkin off Zak Bagans.

'I'm going to take a stab in the dark Zak and say we're both stubborn and won't give up anytime soon. But I think I know a way to solve who gets the pumpkin.'

Zak tilts his head to the side, 'what do you have in mind y/n?'

You shuffle on the spot not quite sure how he would react, 'rock, paper, scissors best of three rounds.'

You wait for Zak to ridicule you, but his face turns serious, 'oh, you're so on y/n. Bring it on.'

You and Zak get ready not caring how silly you looked to people and families passing by. Zak wins the first round beating your rock with his paper. You claw back a win in the second round beating his paper with your scissors. It was all or nothing in the third and final round.

'Three...two...one...'

Zak plays rock and you play paper. His face drops and a huge smile spreads across your face. You let out a little cheer and pick up the pumpkin before hugging it to your chest like a child. But now you felt kind of bad for him because he didn't have a pumpkin.

'Err Zak, would you maybe like to get coffee with me? I hear they have pumpkin spice.'

He looks up at you through cute puppy dog eyes and smiles, 'I'd like that y/n. You're a master of rock, paper, scissors.'

You can't help but laugh, you were now going to use that as your new title because Zak Bagans gave it to you and it made you feel special.

~30 Minutes Later~

'I have a small confession y/n.'

You look up from your cup of coffee wondering what Zak had to confess. You notice that for the first time in the last half-hour he was struggling to make eye contact, and his cheeks were slightly tinted pink.

'You can tell me anything and it will be our little secret.'

You take his hand over the table. Zak nods and takes a deep breath.

'I only walked over to that pumpkin because I saw you, thought you were beautiful and wanted a way to talk to you. I know it sounds stupid-'

'It's not stupid Zak. I'm flattered and happy you came over, even if I was willing to fight you to get my hands on that pumpkin.'

Zak chuckles, 'you'd probably beat me in a fight y/n. I really like how easy you are to talk to. I can sense you're a fan but keeping your cool.'

You raise your hands in mock surrender, 'you caught me, Zak. I always wanted to meet you, I just never expected to meet you in a pumpkin patch.'

The two of you continue to talk and get to know each other. It turned out you had a lot in common, Zak even joked you could be his female counterpart. When you came to the pumpkin patch, you came to by a pumpkin not expecting to meet your idol and make a new friend.

[sparrowsworkshop]

“Whipped Creamed” by OneWingedSparrow

Written for Chatober2021! Day One: “Pumpkin.” Reblogs appreciated! Synopsis: Ladybug brings pumpkin pie to patrol and she and Chat Noir have a whipped cream fight. Tags: LadyNoir, Fluff, literal fluff because spray whipped cream goes everywhere Read on AO3 ~ The moment Ladybug swung onto the rooftop, painstakingly cradling a cakebox from Tom and Sabine’s boulangerie in the crook of one arm, Chat Noir perked his ears in excitement. “Is it your birthday, Bugaboo?” “I wouldn’t tell you if it was,” Ladybug said, snapping back her yoyo with an expert flick of the wrist. “Secret identities, remember? Besides, this isn’t exactly a typical birthday treat.” He sniffed, taking advantage of Plagg’s enhanced senses. “Pumpkin...spice?” Ladybug grinned, thrusting the box towards him. Birthday or no, Chat Noir couldn’t help but feel as giddy as a kid opening a present as he eagerly used his claws to slit the tape on the box and flip open the lid.

A large, round confection stared up at him—freshly baked, as evidenced by the breath of steam that puffed into the chilly autumn air. As his Lady had said, however, this was no cake. Rather, this was a cheery, orange-colored pie, speckled with brown flecks of what he guessed to be cinnamon, and boasting a perfectly symmetrical, artfully squiggled crust. “I was right!” he exclaimed. “Pumpkin spice and pumpkin pie are not the same thing,” Ladybug argued. “But they taste the same! So...they basically are.” “Ugh, no. You’re wrong.” She shook her head, handing off the box to him. While he admired the pie, continuing to sniff the tantalizing aroma, Ladybug opened the magical secret pouch in her yoyo and pulled two long, white canisters from within, wielding one in each hand. “Oh, milady,” Chat Noir exclaimed, “whipped cream too? You made this day a thousand times sweeter.” “That wasn’t your best pun,” she said lightly. “Every pun is my best pun. It’s a natural talent of mine.” “Silly kitty.” Ladybug snorted. “Anyway, everyone knows it isn’t proper to have pumpkin pie without whipped cream.” “Glad I took a lactate today. But...are two cans really necessary? Do you really think we need that much whipped cream?” “Well….” Her eyes twinkled. “I figured...half the fun of this kind of whipped cream is spraying it, so if I bought two...we could both have fun with our own can, spraying whipped cream straight into our mouths.” His tail flicked behind him. “Oh. I like this.” “I thought you might.” She tossed him a can, which he intercepted readily. Carefully balancing the pie, Chat Noir turned and led Ladybug towards the small, round folding table he had set up in the very center of the rooftop. An orange and black checkered tablecloth was draped ceremoniously over it, and boasted two place settings, made of matching paper plates and cups decorated with cartoon bats, with black plastic silverware beside them. A gallon of apple cider waited patiently by the centerpiece—even though it was daytime, Chat Noir hadn’t been able to resist lighting a candle for the occasion; in this case, a large candle with three wicks, supposedly scented like a hayride. He cast a glance at his lady, to witness her reaction. As best as he could tell, the look on her face was a pleasing mix of surprise, disbelief, and...was that...fondness? “You put way too much effort into this, as usual,” said Ladybug, though not unkindly. She moved to sit in the nearest folding chair, but Chat Noir quickly plopped his cargo onto the table, then zipped over to pull out the chair for her. “Nothing I do for you is too much effort, Bugaboo.” Her face flushed, though she tried to hide it by turning her head as she sat down. He politely pushed her chair closer to the table, grinning like a Cheshire cat behind her.  That grin remained for a good while; Chat Noir couldn’t repress the absolute joy he felt at being able to share free time with his Lady—especially when there were sweets involved. Their chatter dissolved for a time as they mutually agreed to focus on the dessert at hand. As with any confection from Tom and Sabine’s, the pumpkin pie was delight incarnate. Its crust was firm but not crisp, and the filling within balanced perfectly with the whipped cream they enthusiastically garnished their slices with. When they had both had enough pie, they made good on their word, clinking their whipped cream cans together like wineglasses before liberally spraying the milky foam straight into their mouths. After guzzling a particularly large helping of whipped cream, Chat Noir slammed his can down on the table, shaking their cups of cider. “BEAT THAT, LB!” Ladybug laughed, nearly choking. Tears came out of her eyes as she snatched her drink and hastily gulped to flood the rest of the cream from her mouth. “What?” Still giggling, she pointed at his face. Confused, Chat touched his face—first his mask, then his cheeks, and finally the roof of his mouth, where his fingers came away smeared with cream. “Oh!” He laughed too, brushing away the mustache he had unknowingly gained. “Gotcha.” She merely nodded in response, setting down her cup. His gaze followed her action, and then, for some reason, landed on the whipped cream can he had just planted on the table. Chat Noir felt a tug in his mind, his attention enraptured by the upright container. Chat Noir eyed the can. He could feel Ladybug watching him, could sense the suspicion in her gaze. Plagg, Chat Noir whined in his mind. He felt Plagg’s will inside his subconscious—little more than a gentle purr, but nevertheless insisting...demanding. He tried to resist. He really did. But in the end, Plagg took initiative and Chat Noir swiped the canister off the table. “Chat Noir!” Ladybug exclaimed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he blurted, his neck flaming with embarrassment. He dove down to rescue the fallen canister, his cat ears brushing against the tablecloth. However, Ladybug had also reacted quickly, bending down to do the same. Her hand was unfortunately near the nozzle of the can when Chat Noir accidentally pressed it down. With a splotchy fwoosh, cream sprayed onto Ladybug’s fingers. “Hey!” she cried out, jerking her hand back up. “Whoops! I didn’t mean that, milady!” Her expression was borderline dangerous; something was afire in her blue eyes. “Look, Ladybug, I’m really sorr—” Chat Noir’s apology was effectively stifled by a fresh spurt of retaliation, whipped cream from Ladybug’s can shooting straight into his face. He spluttered, white foam overtaking his vision for a moment. All he could hear was Ladybug’s ecstatic, musical laughter. And, of course, Chat Noir recognized that as a declaration of war. On complete instinct, he flicked his tail towards his can, using it to draw the weapon towards his awaiting hands. Once his grip was secure, Chat Noir leaped to his feet, hurriedly wiping the cream from his mask so that he could aim properly at his opponent. Ladybug hadn’t anticipated such a swift reaction, and he landed a solid blast on one of her pigtails. She gasped. “You mess with the cat, you’re gonna get the cream!” Chat Noir howled with laughter. Her eyes narrowed. Ladybug skidded backwards, firing her yo-yo like a rocket. The string swept around his legs, hobbling him. She yanked, and Chat Noir fell backwards, hitting the rooftop so hard that his bell jingled in alarm. Chat Noir thought fast. Whatever complex scheme his Lady was no doubt brewing, he knew he could counter it perfectly if he just played his cards right. After all, he was the Yang to her Yin. Chat Noir shut his eyes, groaning melodramatically as Ladybug dragged him closer. Through his suit, he could feel the yo-yo string shifting, the yo-yo proper starting to inch towards his hand. He waited until he was just beside her, at the very moment when the yo-yo began to pry the can from his grasp. Then his eyes shot open, and he jerked himself upright, nearly smacking his head on Ladybug’s knees. The string tightened around him; Ladybug fumbled for her own can, frantically pointing it at him. Her finger was halfway to the nozzle when Chat Noir slammed his hand against the side of the can. “CATACLYSM!” Ladybug shrieked as the can exploded. Pressurized whipped cream flew everywhere—mostly on Chat Noir’s face, but he knew a good deal of it had blasted Ladybug as well. He smirked. The simple plan was once again victorious! Chat Noir let out a whoop, using the diversion to not only slip out of his slackened bonds, but also to blindly fire his own can at his Lady while he had the opportunity. “If that’s the way you want to play….” He could hear the sharp zipping sound of Ladybug reclaiming her yo-yo. “Lucky Charm!” In all honesty, Chat Noir wasn’t quite sure what happened next. The experience was deafening, like the roar of a jet channeled through an amp at a Jagged Stone concert. Unable to hear, and already unable to see, Chat Noir was vaguely aware of something impacting his chest, almost like a mighty ocean breaker. This unknown force smacked into him and knocked him to his back once more, and then he could feel himself sinking in—or perhaps being swallowed by—a great mass of fluffy substance, soft to the touch and smelling faintly of milk. “Mmmph!” He flailed his arms around, like a drowning snowangel. It felt like half an hour, but, by the beeping of his ring, couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Ladybug finally dug him out enough for him to sit up and wipe his eyes. Dazed, Chat Noir looked around. A mountain of whipped cream covered the rooftop, suspiciously leading away from a gargantuan, red, squirtgun-like apparatus boasting telltale black polkadots. Chat Noir blinked, then held up his right hand, his ring still flashing. “I surrender.” Ladybug smiled at him sheepishly. “Guess I got carried away this time. Don’t worry, I’ll fix this before I destransform.” He smiled back, licking a glob of whipped cream off his fingers. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were the Dark Owl or something. Trying to drown me in whipped cream?” She offered him a hand up, unmindful of his messy costume. “Nah,” Ladybug said with a mischievous grin worthy to rival any of his. “I merely wanted to cream you.” ~

[write-orflight]

Trouble: Chapter 2

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: HotchxReader

Prologue  Chapter 1

Rating: M

Words: 3K

Warnings: Basic witch stuff, angst, mentions of child birth, mentions of near death

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: After Haley’s passing, Aaron Hotchner has lost the light in his eyes. He seems to find it it the most unlikely of places, an occult themed coffee shop ran by a witch.

A.N: Tarot, wicca, and crystal information is very secondhand if you see any inaccuracies, no you don’t. If you are a witch tho and want to help and be nice to me enter my ask box please, I’m annoying my friend too much.

Chapter 2: God, don't let me lose my mind

The deeper into autumn you got the more busy the shop was. 

Halloween was a big money grabber for your shop. People loved to come to the shop around that time because your shop offered such ‘spooky’ feel, as the hipster who came in that morning would say. You hated that. Halloween was one of your favorite holidays simply because the veil between the natural and supernatural was so thin it was the best time for spells and charms but what you didn’t like was people and baby witches asking you about certain spells or how to commune with spirits just so they can do something “extra spooky” for whatever parties they were having for the season. Consultations were such easy money though so you’d never turn them away but your answer was always the same, that Spirits are not toys and that if they are going to invite them it better be serious and for the right intentions otherwise they might not leave. 

Despite it being your favorite season, It didn’t make you less annoyed. 

“If I have to make another Pumpkin flavored whatever and tell a sorority girl not to invoke a demon in her house, I’m going to scream.” Silena says to you as you enter the shop, Artemis in tow. Your sitter had to take an exam so you had to watch her for the first 2 hours of your shift. Artie, knowing the drill by now, tries to crawl up to the bar stool. You watch her for a second, smiling her little legs before taking pity on her and hoisting her up. She immediately pulls a coloring book and crayons out her bag, before working diligently in silence. You kiss her temple before walking behind the counter, tying your apron on. 

“You had another consultation today?” You asked.  

“Pfft, it wasn’t even that. She asked me while ordering her coffee, though I should’ve charged her for that dumbass question.” You look at her pointed, nodding your head towards your child who repeats everything. Silly winces “Sorry, but still. If this is how halloween is going to be, you’re probably going to have to do some balancing spells.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Exactly what I need, more work.” 

“What’s a dumbass?” Artie pipes up from her perch on the stool. 

“Something you are not and shouldn’t repeat unless you want your mom mad at me.” Silly says, reaching across the counter to ruffle her hair. 

The doorbell of the shop rings and the very man who’s occupied your mind these past couple of months steps in. Aaron Hotchner was one of your favorite customers despite not talking very much, he’d make small talk while you made his order which you found yourself doing slower than it would normally take you, just to get a little bit more of his time, he’d leave a tip in the jar and be on his way always leaving you with a small smile that you always immediately returned with a wide one. You tried to stop yourself from getting attached but here you were, an adult woman who had a crush on a customer who probably didn’t think about you when he left the shop. 

You’d never seen him on a weekend though and frankly you didn’t know if you could handle seeing him like this again, he wore dark blue jeans, a black belt and a black t-shirt that fit a little too well over his broad chest you couldn’t help but staring at his arms that you’d never seen on display like this. You knew for a fact(well you hoped at least) he’d have no issue picking you up or pinning you down. 

Now’s not the time, y/n… you think. 

“Hey, you.” You greet, flirtatiously. You’ve been trying not to flirt with him, you really were but sometimes you couldn’t help it. It was your personality. “Didn’t think I’d see you in here. On a weekend, no less.” 

“Yea, decided to stop for coffee before heading to my sister in law’s. Can I have my usual and an Americano for her?” He asks 

“You got it.” You wink before starting to work. Silly gives you a knowing look which you brush off. Hotch takes a seat at the bar a few seats away from your daughter who looks up at him. 

“Hi!” She says excitedly. “I’m Artie.” 

“Hi Artie, I’m Aaron.” He looks around. “Are your parents around?” You look up. You’d forgotten to mention you had a kid to Hotch, which would probably explain his confusion of a random child sitting alone. 

“My mama’s right there, silly.” She laughs. “Mama?” She says you look up automatically from the milk you’re frothing. 

“Yes, bean?” You say. 

“Can I have a brownie?”  

“Well, I don’t know. Did you finish the addition tables I asked you to do?” She shakes her head at you. “Well, how about you do that then we’ll see if it’s brownie time, deal?” She nods, fast while pulling her math homework out of her bag. Hotch watches the interaction confused but with a slight smile. 

“I didn’t know you had a kid.” He says 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Gus.” You say, calling him by the nickname you affectionately gave him your first meeting. “But yes I do, that’s Artemis.” 

He nods, knowingly. “How old?” 

“Well, I don’t know. How old are you, bean?” You say. 

“I’m six!” She says, holding up 5 fingers, you grab her other hand to extend her other index finger too so the number was actually 6. 

“Really? You’re not 16 yet?” Silly asks, ruffling her hair. “I thought you were driving us home tonight?” 

Artie shakes her head. “Mama says I can’t drive yet.” 

“Between you and me kid, your mama shouldn’t be on the road either.” You swat at her. 

Aaron gives a small chuckle at the display in front of him. But he has to ask the burning question in his head. “Her dad—“ 

“Not in the picture.” You cut off. “Like not even in the same gallery.” 

Hotch nods understandably as you put his drinks in the carrier for him. He looks at you confused when you add a 3rd cup. 

“Hot chocolate.” You say. “For your son. I imagine that’s where you’re going. To pick him up from your sister?”  

“How did you know I had a son?” He asks. 

“Oh, I just used one of my witchy spells to find out information on you.” You say jokingly, but he looks at you with mild horror. “I’m kidding, Spencer told me.” 

He nods. “Thank you, y/n.” 

“No problem, come back to see me?” 

“Always.” He says, offering you a small secret smile before leaving. You can’t help the dreamy look you give his retreating back. 

“Are you coming back to earth anytime soon?” Sil says, shaking her head. “You got it bad, kid.” 

“Pfft, no I don’t.” You say turning to clean up the mess you just made. 

“I don’t understand why you just won’t ask him out.” 

“He’s healing, Sil.” You say, shrugging. “And I don’t want to push him into something he’s obviously not ready for.” 

Not to mention you also didn’t think you were ready for it. 

———————————————

On Halloween day, you get a visit from one of your favorite customers 

“Pennywise!” You say to chipper blonde women who strolled in she was wearing a orange and black dress with little jack-O-lantern earrings that you had gotten her the beginning of month. You move your hair back to show her the Ouija board pointer earrings she had gotten you in return. Penelope Garcia couldn’t just accept a gift without giving one in return. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you this ole hallow’s eve?”

“It’s Halloween and a full moon tonight.” You say excitedly. “It’s like witch Christmas.” 

“I don’t know about that but I am happy for you. Can I have a pumpkin spice latte and since I’m such a good friend an Americano with extra sugar for the good doctor?” She asks. 

“You got it, Pen.” You say before starting her order. “Heading into work now?” 

“Sure am! Hopefully there’s not a gruesome murder so I’ll be able to spend my Halloween having fun.” Penelope says. “You got any plans?” 

“Other than taking Artie Trick or Treating and charging some crystals in the full moon, no.” 

“Come on, no wild parties? no hexing beautiful men into falling in love with you?” Penny asks. You laugh loudly, shaking your head. “Man, maybe the life of a witch was more exciting in my head.” 

“Yea, you did.” You laugh. “I’m basically just a cool rock collector plus love spells, so not my thing.” 

“So there’s such a thing?” 

“Yea there’s love spells. I don’t believe in using them. I think love itself is it’s own powerful being. It shouldn’t be manipulated with, if someone was meant to love me they would.” 

“Speaking of love and love spells…” Silena pipes up from the display case she was loading pastries she just made into. “Penelope, how’s your boss?” You glare over at her. 

“Hotch?” Penny asks looking between the two of you before smirking at you. “Why do you want to know?” 

“I don’t.” You say at the same time as Silena says. “She has a Texas sized crush on him.” 

Garcia practically squeals at that. “Let me set you up please.” 

“No, Penny.” You say, immediately 

“Why not?” Her and Silly say at the same time. 

“Because… I don’t know didn’t his wife just die months ago, it’s hardly appropriate for me to try swoop in.” 

“Ex-wife. They were already long divorced before she died.” Penelope adds 

“Still! It’s not appropriate.” You say. 

“So what? You’re just going to keep making him free coffee until he realizes you're into him?” 

“Yup” you say adding the 3rd cup to Garcia’s carrier. “Give that to Grumpy for me please.” Garcia opens her mouth to say something but you just hold up your hand cutting her off 

“Fine.” She says, grabbing the carrier. “Only because I have to go to work though, this conversation isn’t over.”  

“Yes it is.” You call after her. 

——————————————

You were back in the shop. Artie was tuckered out after a long night of trick or treating and crashing from her sugar high so you decided to charge some of your crystals and do some balancing spells, knowing for a fact a lot of teenagers did stupid shit to upset the balance. 

As you were lighting the candles and incense, you heard a knock at the door. You were long closed so who could possibly need something right now? You look out the window and Aaron is standing there. You’re confused but you let him in anyway. 

“Hey Grumpy, what’re you doing here?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were closed, I guess I’ve never been here at night. I’ll go. I'm sorry for bothering you.” He says turns to go but you grab his arm to stop him. 

“Gus… it’s almost midnight, no business is open. You’re here because there’s obviously something upsetting you so I’m not just going to let you leave.” You all but push him into barstool. “Now like I said it’s almost midnight so there is something important I need to do so if you’ll sit tight for like 2 minutes, I’ll make us coffee.” 

Hotch obliges, sitting silently watching you as you lit some candles on the altar you kept in the shop. You placed the honey cake you had made earlier in the day on the altar before whispering. 

“Thank you to the patron, Artemis, Great goddess of Moon and Magic. Mistress of deer and owl. Be thou my guide and Inspiration. Teach me Thy mysteries and lead me in thy ways.” You stand and turn back to Hotch who is watching you intensely. “Sorry about that, midnight is her favorite time. Coffee?” You ask, He nods as you move behind the counter. 

“Can I ask what it is you just did?” Hotch ask. 

“That?” He nods. “It’s a full moon so since Artemis is my patron goddess, it’s best to leave a sacrifice to stay in her favor.” You shrug. He looks at you like you're crazy but you're used to that look. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s no different then some catholic practices. In fact, Christians often stole from pagan practices, and only one is just considered ‘taboo’ now.” 

“Is that why you named your child Artemis, because she’s your Patron?” He asks. 

“Actually, Artemis is my Patron because of Artie.” You say, he looks at you as if asking you to continue. “I wasn’t always like this.” You say gesturing to yourself and the shop. “My parents are pastors and for a long time I was this faith devout christian girl. But I got pregnant out of wedlock, my parents disowned me and I was looking for something to turn to. I met Silena and she introduced me to Wicca, and said whoever my Patron was through meditation and study, They’ll reveal themselves to me. So I went months, meditating daily, and still nothing was working. Then I went into labor, and everything was going wrong. I thought, this was my punishment from god for not only getting pregnant without marriage but turning to witchcraft. I had to have an emergency C-section. And when I was on the operating table, I almost died, Artie almost died. I started to see these images of deer and boar running through the forest. And finally when I came back to, and I could hear my baby crying, the first thing I saw when my eyes opened was the full moon out the window.” You sigh, sliding a cup to Hotch before moving from behind the counter to take a seat next to him. “That’s when I realized the goddess had saved me and my child. And while Artemis prefers virgin patronage, and that ship had long sailed past back then. I figured naming my child after her was the next best thing.”  

“That’s a beautiful story, Y/N.” He says, looking at you sincerely.   

“Thank you, and since you’re not running for the hills, why don’t you tell me why you really knocked at my door at midnight.” 

“It’s just…” He starts, clearing his throat. “Tonight was the first ‘major’ holiday without Haley. And I tried to take Jack’s mind off it, make it fun but it was like this looming weight above us. That it wasn’t the same without her and that it never would be. And I was upset and just wanted to take a walk but I guess my feet carried me here.” He shrugged. 

“Well I’m glad you’re here grumpy. And you’re healing you need to give yourself time--” 

“I don’t have time!” He snaps. You flinch back a bit, having never heard his raised voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-I don’t have time to heal. I have to be there for Jack.”

“Who’s there for you, Aaron?” You ask. He looks at you confused. You hardly ever call him by his name. It's either grumpy or gus or a combination of the two. Never by his actual name, he hated how much he liked how it sounded coming from your lips. “Do you know what a rock tumbler is?” you ask, he shakes his head confused where you’re going with this. You run behind the counter to retrieve the box you had dug through the very first night you met.

“Well a rock tumbler is a device you put rocks into. Rocks that have eroded, rocks that have trekked the earth, rocks that have been to hell and back. And what you do is you put them in this device with a little bit of water and you wait. Days, weeks, months all the while this device is just spinning, you don’t see what’s happening on the inside but after a while, when the time is right, you get these beautiful lustrous stones.” You say, showing him the box. “Healing is the same way, others don’t see you working. But in the end, they’ll see the result. And you’ll feel the result too. But if you don’t take that step you don’t end up with gems like these. You just end up with an eroded dingy rock.” You look up at Hotch and he’s tearing up slightly. Your heart melts. “Do you want a hug?” you say. 

“You don’t have to--” 

You cut him off. “No one on earth gives hugs because they have to. I want to give you a hug if you want one. So do you want a hug?” 

He nods, fastly. So you stand, he follows suit and allows you to pull him down into a full embrace. Your arms around his neck and shoulders, he envelopes you fully into his torso, arms tight around your waist. You sigh, content. Before shaking yourself out of it. This wasn’t about you. No matter how right it felt. 

After a minute or so you break apart. You look him in the eyes and he’s staring back at you in what feels like admiration. You clear your throat. “Can I give you something?” you ask.

“Is it another crystal?” He asked back. 

“Yes, it is.” You rummage through the box before pulling out the one you needed. “This is Aragonite, it’s good for healing old wounds and building emotional strength. Now I can gift you this but you have to activate it yourself. Even if you don’t believe it, I feel like it’s good words to hear yourself say anyway.” You grab his left hand, sliding the crystal into it. He looks into your eyes. “Now say, I release past wounds and embrace resilience.” 

Hotch sighs. “I release past wounds and embrace resilience.” He then slides the stone in his pocket. Before grabbing your hand again. “Thank you, Y/N” 

“Anytime, Grumpy.” You say.  

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[adamdrivercouldchokeme]

Smutty halloween Clyde request?? “I know they’re just stuffed animals but doesn’t it feel weird? its like they’re watching us.”/“I’m up for it if you are.”/“Why is arson always your first answer?” All these together make me think of something silly and fun? Hope you’re into them, if not no worries ☺️

I truly have no explanation to why this is being posted now when were technically in the Christmas month but enjoy nevertheless! I went to my first pumpkin patch to do a little research for this but I did have to google what one is like too. This is smutty but has a nice sprinkle of fluff here and there. 💖💖 (I also suck at titles)

Pairing: Clyde Logan x Female Reader

Warnings: Unprotected sex, Oral (M and F receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Smut, Creampie and slight mention of a hand around throat but no chocking! There is also multiple mentions of a spider but it’s stuffed. Still not sure what I’m suppose to put here so let me know if I need to add anything!

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Stuffed Spiders and Smiles

You and Clyde had just spent a wonderful afternoon together, he had taken you to your first pumpkin patch. You had grabbed Clyde’s hand with excitement not knowing what you wanted to do first with him repeatedly having to tell you to slow down and that there was plenty of time to do everything. Eventually having decided to go to the haunted house, which was a lot of fun due to the variety of masked people that jumped out at you both. Clyde made sure to hold onto you just in case you got scared but secretly you knew it was because he wasn’t a fan of things like this but you humoured him by clinging to his arm to comfort him. You don’t know how you did it but you managed to convince Clyde to have a little pumpkin painted on his face to match yours, nodding when they asked if he wanted any glitter added to it. Finally, you got some hot apple cider to sip while you walked along the array of pumpkins, trying to decide which one or five you wanted to take home. You both had picked out big pumpkins, which you had enthusiastically told Clyde you could carve together with a huge grin on your face which made one break out on his face in return.

Before heading home, you asked Clyde if he didn’t mind coming to the store with you so you could pick up a few extra decorations for your house. “Can we go to the store before we go back to my place? I just need a couple more things for the house” Clyde didn’t even need to look at your face to know you were pouting at him, like he could say no to you anyway. “I’ll come in with ya but ya know ya don’t be needin’ no more stuff, the store will have nothin’ left ta sell ya” He sighed before turning to see you smiling at him, he knew he’d do anything to see that smile even if it meant facilitating your addiction to Halloween décor. You park up at the store and hurry to grab Clyde’s hand, lacing your fingers between his and dragging him in. Looking around at all the different items before settling to look at some string lights to hang outside, Clyde loves the way your eyes shine just like the lights you were looking at, he admired the way you looked at everything like you’d never seen it before even when he knew for a fact you would have been in here the other day and a millions other times before that. He was brought out of his thoughts when you decided to throw a stuffed spider at him, laughing as he scrambled to make out what it was and whether or not he wanted to catch it. “Christ (Y/N)!”. Holding the spider in his large paw. “If I found a spider this big in the trailer, hell anywhere, I’d burn the whole thing down!” Clyde huffed. “Why is arson always your first answer? I thought ya life of crime was over” you teased, lowering your voice to try and mimic his. Dodging quickly as he threw the spider right back at you, picking it up and putting it in your cart, Clyde giving you a look. “What? It’s kinda cute, it will go perfect with the others I have” You giggled as you walked away swaying your hips, continuing to look at a few more things before heading to pay. Clyde helps put the bags in his car before getting your door.

Once you got back to your place Clyde again helps bring the bags in, setting them down on the countertop while you searched through a couple to find your new spider. “I’m going to go and put this in my room, want to see how I’ve decorated it?” Flashing Clyde, a smile, the smile that made him weak at the knees. He follows you down the hall to your room, watching as you open the door. He was taken aback by the way you had decorated your room, you’d told him you were going to do it but he thought you may hang a few lights and put up some of those fake spider webs that he’d always walk into when Mellie would decorate the Duck Tape. Taking a quick mental note to ask if you wanted to help her decorate this year and every year after that. He resumes looking around taking in the candles that makes your room smell like spiced apples, the little Jack o’ lantern rug which sat next to your bed, the black bedspread which was littered with tiny ghosts which all had different silly expressions and he notices an orange pillow with spooky wrote in bold, black letters.

Clyde watches as you add your new plush spider to the pile of stuffed toys that lined your windowsill before lying back on your pillows, curling your index finger beckoning him over like a siren. He perched next to you on the bed, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Ya look so beautiful Darlin, did ya have a good day?” He asked, a small smile on his lips. “Of course, Big Bear! Thank you for taking me out today” You replied, moving so Clyde could now lie back against your pillows as you straddle his hips. “Anythin’ fer ya” He said before bringing you down for a kiss, licking his bottom lip for access which he gladly grants while groaning as you start to slowly move your hips around grinding into his growing bulge. “Darlin, wait” Clyde breathed out, you quickly pull your mouth from his. “Everything okay?” You question, concern in your voice. “I know they’re just stuffed animals, but doesn’t it feel weird? It’s like they’re watching us.” Clyde’s eyes looking from yours to the windowsill full of toys before looking back to you, you lean forward pressing your face into his neck trying to stifle the giggle that still ends up slipping past your lips. Clyde huffs at your reaction his plump lips forming a pout but his breath hitches as you start to press gentle kisses up his neck and over his jaw, stopping next to his ear. “Maybe they could be our own little audience which I’m up for it if you are.” You whisper before carefully nipping his ear lobe, Clyde couldn’t help but buck his hips up slightly at your response. Pressing kisses along his jaw then reconnecting your lips with his, swiping your tongue along his plump bottom lip again asking for access which he grants. Moaning as he licks into your mouth, both of your tongues fighting for dominance before you give into him.

He reaches for the hem of your top only pulling his mouth from yours for a spilt second so he can pull it over your head before tossing it to a random spot in the room. Carding your fingers through his dark hair before slightly tugging close to the root causing Clyde to grunt into your mouth. Pecking his lips once more before pulling off them as his lips try to follow yours, smirking at his reaction. He sits up to give you better access to his shirt buttons which you begin undoing, desperate to get to what’s underneath, giggling as he tries to pepper your neck with kisses, throwing you slightly off balance.

Once his shirt and top have joined yours on the floor you gently push him back onto the bed while placing kisses over the wide expanse of his chest, feeling his ribs expand under your palms as you glide your warm tongue around his nipple before sucking the skin into your mouth, triggering Clyde to grab your waist with his flesh hand, hissing as you pull off him, the cold air hardening the pink bud further. “Sh-Shit Darlin, that feels so good” He moans, voice slightly strained as he watches you bite and suck the swollen nipple. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he involuntarily grinds his bulge against your clothed core, feeling how wet you were getting from his sounds. Moving your lips over to his other nipple to make sure it didn’t feel left out, wondering if you could make him cum from the stimulation but you’d bring that up to him another time. Once satisfied at how puffy and pinks his nipples are you slowly start to move down his body while making sure to leave a trail of hot, wet kisses in your wake, undoing his belt you suck tiny love bites around his stomach knowing the little red marks would eventually turn into bruises making you even wetter knowing you were marking your territory.

With Clyde’s help you pull off his jeans and socks leaving him perfectly bare in front of you, sitting back on your knees you took a minute to admire your tall mountain man. “You’re so handsome, Baby” You tell him, running your nails along his thick thighs, causing him to shudder and blush all the way up to the tips of his ears. “Thank ya, (Y/N). I love ya so much” He replies running his thumb lovingly along your cheek. “I love you too, Clyde” you reply wrapping your hand around his large cock feeling him twitch as you pump him a couple of times before lowering you mouth to his pink, swollen head, poking your tongue out to swipe up the precum that had gathered at the tip. His hand reaches out to hold the back of your head before letting go with an apology. “It’s okay, you can grab me. I’m a big girl, I can take it” You reassure him as you lower your mouth onto him, taking him inch by inch until you couldn’t fit anymore, using your tongue to caress the underside of his cock while your hand strokes what you couldn’t fit. Massaging his balls gently in the palm of your hand while continuing this pattern, looking up at him through your lashes until he couldn’t take anymore.

“St-stop! That’s a nough, I’ll be cumin’ down ya throat if ya carry on” Clyde exclaims as he reluctantly pulls your mouth off his cock with an audible pop, lifting you up to kiss him groaning into your mouth which you happily swallow down for him. “Was that okay, baby?” You ask innocently. “That was more than okay, Babygirl. Just want to be buried in this sweet pussy o’ yours when I cum” His reply making you clench your legs together before he flips you both over so you’re underneath his large frame. He hastily removes your yellow lace bra, your nipples instantly hardening in the cool air before Clyde dives straight in to warm them up, his wet tongue coating your left nipple in his saliva. Sucking and biting while he rolls the stiff peak of the right one between his thick fingertips. Swapping over to give the right one the same attention from his mouth. Writhing and moaning non-stop under his caresses, he pulls off once he is satisfied with how stiff they are.

He helps you pull off the rest of your clothes then letting your legs naturally drop open for your man to settle himself between, staring at your glistening slit. “I know I said those candy apples were sweet earlier but this pussy o’ yers will always be sweeter” Clyde said between planting kisses on your inner thighs, the feel of his facial hair tickling and teasing where his lip met your skin were divine. “Clyde, please stop teasing! I can’t take it, I want you” whining loudly as you try to close your legs. “Look at my Babygirl, all needy for me. Huh?” He questions placing his metal arm around your thigh while placing his hand on your stomach to keep you in place. “Tell me what you want darlin” Clyde asks, mouth hovering just over where you want him most. “Y-your mouth, please” you beg, the feeling of the cold metal of his arm against your hot skin sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Clyde places a kiss just above your clit causing you to buck slightly as your hands dive into his thick hair, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before circling the hard nub with the tip of his tongue. Clyde moans and groans into your soaked pussy like it’s his last meal, sucking on your clit as he brings his finger down to your entrance, circling it before pushing the thick digit in. You clench around it, pulling harder at his hair as he slowly grinds his member into your mattress for some relief. “Ya think ya can handle another? He asks cockily. “Yes, I can. Please, please” you babble as Clyde adds a second finger with no resistance. Continuing to suck on your swollen clit as his two fingers pump in and out of you before curling up to find that spot inside of you. Your body squirming in his grip when he does. “I’m so close, ohhhh” You whine. “That’s it Darlin, cum for me” he tells you before diving back in and continuing his ministrations at a quicker pace. “I’m gonna cum, fuck! Clyyyyde” You moan, clenching hard around his fingers while your legs squeeze the sides of his head, back arching and toes curling as the pleasure shoots up your spine. Once your whole body feels like jelly and you fall back breathlessly on to you pillows, smiling blissfully at you boyfriend. “Such a good girl, my beautiful girl” Clyde tells you as he pulls his fingers from your soaked entrance bringing them up to his mouth to clean off your arousal, groaning happily at the taste. “Sweeter than those candies fer sure” You laugh in response as you reach your arms out to pull him down for a kiss, slipping your tongue in his mouth and moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Noticing a smudge on his face you turn it to the side, giggling at the remnants of the glittery orange pumpkin that was once there. Looking down at your thigh that now sparkles in the dim lighting of your room. The pair of you laughing at the mess.

You motion for him to lie on his back straddling his waist before gripping his cock to rub your wetness all over his thick length, Clyde swallowing each moan and whimper you produce for him. “Now whose teasin?” You smirk as you grip his large member and run it along your folds before pressing the blunt head against your entrance, slowly pushing down as you moan at the delicious burn from the stretch. Once fully seated Clyde grabs your hips to stop your movements giving himself a minute, overwhelmed by the feeling of your hot cunt steadily pulsing on his length. Pulling you down for an opened mouthed kiss before giving your ass a quick slap. Placing both your palms one his wide chest as he keeps his on your hips, loving the feeling of both his hand squeezing your soft flesh. You begin to slowly grind your hips in circular motions, lifting and sinking back down, the pleasure carrying tingles up from the base your spine. “That’s it, Darlin. Take what ya need from ya Big Bear” Clyde grunts sitting up, your chests pressing together, feeling the rapid beating of your heart. Picking up the pace he thrusts up into you, grabbing the back of your neck with his metal hand and your ass with his other. You feel your second climax beginning to build quickly still being a little sensitive from your previous, you snake your hand down to your swollen clit, gliding your fingers across it. “Baby, I’m so close” You groan into Clyde’s mouth, as he gently wraps his metal hand around your neck so he can look into your glazed eyes, feeling your cunt fluttering around him. “Cum fer me, cum all over ma cock” He demands watching your eyes roll back into your head, your mouth hanging open letting out a shout of his name. Your hot, wet cunt gushes all over his cock, the rhythmic pulses of your pussy grip his cock like a vice. Clyde intensely throws his head back, shutting his honeyed eyes in pleasure as his orgasm begins to rush through his body. A couple more thrusts and his cock throbs wildly before shooting rope after rope of thick cum inside you. “O-oh fuuucccck, I love you” He moans as his climax hits him. “I love you too” you reply, moaning at the feeling of his warm load filling you to the brim. Taking a minute for the pair of you to get your breathing back to normal you lean your forehead against his, content in each other’s presence. Smiling at him before placing a peck to his plump lips moving your head back to see a wide toothy grin on his face. “Ya know what?” Clyde asks. “What?” You reply, pushing the hair from Clyde’s sweaty forehead before tucking it behind his ears to look at his face, your brows furrowing slightly. “Those stuffed toys are still fuckin’ creepy” He tells you, trying to keep a straight face. You laugh swatting at his chest, shaking your head then leaning back in for another sweet kiss.

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