#i realize halloween is a week away but he's excite already

[forever-rogue]

hello miss bee 🐝

if you're in the mood to write for joel id love to ask one where he and reader just had a baby of their own and ellie starts to feel left out but they both comfort and reassure her that they won't treat her differently since they already unofficially adopted her anyway 🫶🤲

AN | There may be a new baby on the way, but that doesn’t you’ll ever love Ellie any less. She just needs to be reminded of that💕

Pairing | Joel Miller x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings | None

Word Count | 3.3k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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“I hate this,” you plopped down in the chair on the back patio with a loud huff. You heard a snort of amusement from behind you and turned around to find Joel watching you in amusement. Your lips pulled into a pout and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “this is all your fault.”

“Hmm,” he raised an eyebrow before going back over to the makeshift grill to check on dinner, “pretty sure that’s only half true, sweetheart.”

“Well,” you crossed your arms over your chest and frowned at him, “it’s still partially true. Being pregnant is the worst. Especially with this heat. I should have gotten pregnant in the summer so the worst of it would have been in the winter.”

“Think of it this way,” the way you raised an eyebrow in a way that suggested you were anything but amused, “we’ll have a fresh baby for the holidays.”

“I’m still hoping for a halloween baby,” you grinned, rubbing your belly that seemed to be growing by the day, “how cool would that be?”

“The coolest,” Joel teased as you laughed, an actual laugh that went straight to his heart, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

“The real question - do you think we’re going to have a boy or girl?” 

“Girl,” he insisted without hesitation, “I’m always going to have my girls. I don’t think that’s changing anytime soon.”

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” you took a sip of the fresh lemonade and let out a soft sigh, “but I have a feeling you’re going to be wrong!”

“Oh yeah? You wanna bet on that?” Joel stood there, hands on his hips as he watched you closely. You stuck out your tongue at him, causing both of you to laugh.

What you hadn’t realized was that Ellie was in the kitchen, getting some plates ready to bring out, listening to the two of you. She loved you, she loved you both immensely. She knew that you and you knew that. But she couldn’t help the pang that settled in her stomach and the way her heart seemed to constrict. It was a feeling that hadn’t left her since you’d told her you were pregnant. You and Joel had been so excited to tell her and despite the shock of the news, she’d been excited too. Ellie Williams was finally going to have a baby sister or brother. Her family was growing.

But as the weeks passed by and your pregnancy became more visibly obvious, the worse she started to feel. And it felt like it was eating her alive. It was a mix of emotions that she was struggling to handle and cope with. She was excited for you and Joel and your entire little family but it left her feeling…lost and confused. 

Ellie knew that both of you viewed her as your daughter and she viewed you as parents. She wondered what it would like when the baby came. Your baby - your and Joel’s flesh and blood. Once you had your own baby, would you no longer care about her? Would she be pushed to the wayside as you welcomed and loved your actual child? 

These types of thoughts had been plaguing her for months now. It was stupid, so fuckin’ stupid, she’d be the first to admit, and yet the feelings remained. Realistically, she could have gone to either of you and asked in order to alleviate her fears or get some simple reassurance. But that seemed silly too. What was she supposed to do? Come up to you and ask ‘hey will you still love me once the baby is here?’ That felt ridiculous. 

Instead, Ellie internalized her feelings, deciding to push them away and act like nothing was wrong. You’d noticed that something was off with your girl recently. Things had just seen so crazy lately, with getting ready for the baby and Joel being off for a while with work to do, it hadn’t been easy. But Ellie really had been your rock and you hated the idea that you were neglecting her in any sense.

“Ellie?” the girl almost dropped the bowl of salad she was holding when she heard you call out to her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back her tears before heading into the backyard. Your entire face lit up when you saw her and she felt bad for a moment for ever having doubted your love and affection for her, “there you are, Ellie Bean! Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah,” she set the plates and bowl onto the table and nodded softly, “just got caught up cutting the…tomatoes.”

“There’s no tomatoes in the salad, baby,” you gave her arm a gentle squeeze, “we gave the last of them to the Meyers the other day. Are you sure you’re alright?”

She looked away and nodded, staring into the distance as she pleaded with her heart and mind to remain calm and collected. Joel clicked his tongue and caught her attention, giving her a questioning look. Sometimes he hated how well he knew her and how he seemed to see right through her.

“C’mere,” he motioned for her to come over and she obliged, walking over slowly with a heavy tread. She stopped in front of him and he put his hands on her shoulders, leaning down slightly so he was closer to eye level with her, “what’s wrong, baby girl?”

“Nothing,” she replied through gritted teeth. Joel knew that something was up but he didn’t want to push her and possibly cause her to pull away from him. He sighed softly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. It had become such a reflexive action that he didn’t even think about doing it any more, “you’re being gross and showing too much emotion.”

“Someone’s gotta do it,” he teased and that caused her to smile slightly at him, “‘cause it sure ain’t going to be you right, is it? You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” she whispered, “not right now.”

“Okay,” he nodded lightly, “I’ll be here and ready to listen whenever you’re ready.”

“I know, old man,” she pushed his arm before turning on her heel and walking back over to you. She sat down next to you, her gaze drifting for a moment to your belly. You reached up and touched her face, gently stroking her cheek, “you’re both such saps.”

“It’s only because we love you,” you beamed at her. She felt her cheeks growing warm and pink as she stared at the bowl of tomato-less salad, “you wanna help me make some dessert while the food’s cooking? I was thinking pudding…ooh or maybe some sort of pie?!”

“Sure,” she perked up at your enthusiasm, unable to deny the appeal of spending time with you and making a dessert, “let’s do it.”

Ellie decided that she’d figure out the rest later. Right now, she was okay and she just wanted the two of you to have some fun. 

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“I’m worried about her,” you closed your book and set on the nightstand before turning to your husband with a sad expression on your face. He followed suit and turned so he was fully looking at you.

“The baby?” 

“I - no. And we don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet so calm down,” you laughed for a moment before moving to sit crossed-legged - to the best of your ability anyway - and gave him a serious look, “Ellie. She seems so closed off lately and it always seems like she’s upset, but when I try to talk to her she changes the subject or finds an excuse to leave. I feel like my poor baby girl hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” Joel took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before you laced your fingers together, “she could never hate you.”

“But something is wrong and I don’t know what it is and I can’t fix it,” a wave of emotion washed over you and tears stung at the back of your eyes. You sniffled, fully aware that you probably seemed ridiculous right now but you didn’t care, “I just want to make it better.”

“Honey,” Joel’s voice was soft as he put his hands on your sides and gently pulled you towards him. You easily gave in, soft and pliable, as he settled you in his lap. You felt pathetic as you looked at him, tears running down your cheeks. He tenderly brushed them away before taking your face in his hands and turning your face up to his, “she doesn’t hate you and she never will. Whatever she’s going through right now, she’ll come around. She’s still guarded and sometimes these things take time. She’ll come around, she always does. We just have to keep on loving her.”

“Promise?” you whispered as he nodded softly. You leaned into his touch as he rubbed your back soothingly, “I don’t know what I’d do if…I don’t know. If she stopped loving us.”

“That ain’t happening,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I have a feeling I know what’s going on with her.”

“Oh?” you looked at him in surprise and he couldn’t help but grin at the sight of your confused expression. The fact that you were so pouty and pregnant made you even more adorable to him than before. He had to fight back a laugh at your expression, opting instead to kiss you softly, “what do you think it is?”

“The baby,” he answered, putting a hand on your belly and rubbing it gently, “I think she’s worried about the baby.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think she thinks that we’re just going…to stop loving her?” the waterworks started again and this time you couldn’t hold back the tears, “she thinks we’re going to replace her!”

“Oh honey,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to hug him as best as possible. You huffed as you buried your face into his chest and he softly cooed at you, “I don’t think she thinks we’re trying to replace her. I think she’s worried that we won’t have as much time and love for her."

"That's not true," you hated the fact that that thought even crossed her mind, "that's like…the farthest thing from the truth! She's my baby too. Nothing is ever going to change that."

"I know that," he gently brushed his fingers along your jaw before resting his hand on your cheek, "you know that. I think she just might need a little reassurance."

"Yeah," you sighed softly, "I can do that. I will do that."

"I have no doubt about that either, honey."

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Ellie startled when she heard your enthusiastic knocking on her door. She groaned as she looked at the old school alarm on the bedside table and saw that it wasn't even eight o'clock yet. 

"Come in," she rolled onto her side so she was facing the door. You almost threw open the door in your excitement, already fully dressed and ready for the door.

"Hi my love!" Her eyes widened at your cheeriness, "good morning, Ellie Bean."

"It's early," she groaned as you leaned against the doorway, causing you to laugh softly, "why are you so awake?"

"I've been up for a while…couldn't sleep well," you shrugged it off, "but I thought it would be fun if we spent the day together, just the two of us!"

"O-oh," she slowly sat up, heart almost constricting with emotion, "are you sure?"

"Duh," you teased, "its been a while since it's just been the two of us and I figured we could have some fun!"

"Okay," she looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question. You clapped excitedly and she offered you a tentative smile in response, "w-wait, am I in trouble?"

"Of course not," you walked over to her and held out your hand to her. She took yours and slowly slipped out of the bed, "I just want to spend some time with my favorite girl."

"Alright," a little bit of a flush crossed her cheeks as she offered you a smile, "yeah, that could be fun."

"Let's go then slow poke, no time to lose!"

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Your day had been filled with doing anything and everything that Ellie wanted - within reason of course. As the day bled into night, the two of you were at the lake, sitting on the dock, feet dangling into the water. 

"Can I ask you something?" You finally couldn't take it anymore and needed to clear all the air. Ellie paused before nodding slowly and turning towards you.

"Sure…"

"I feel like lately…things have been different," you put your arm around her shoulders and gave her a gentle squeeze, "and I want to make sure you're alright. You've been off lately, and I want to know if you're okay and if I can do anything to help."

"Oh. Oh," Ellie swallowed thickly; she thought she'd been better at disguising her feelings, "umm…it's…just. I don't know. Things have just felt different since you've been pregnant."

"Yeah?" You asked as she turned to you with a sad little smile and a nod, "oh, Ellie."

"I just…it feels weird that…umm. Like it's you and Joel, you know? And now you're having your own child and it makes me feel like…where's my place?"

"Baby," you tried to keep your own emotions at bay but it was hard when all you wanted to was to wrap her up in a big hug, "your place is with us - it'll always be with us. We're family. Nothing is going to change that."

"But if you love the new baby more than me?" You hated that she even thought anything like that. You wished you could convey just how very much you loved her, "I keep thinking about…what if you don't want me anymore."

"We will never not want you or love you," you took her hand and held it tightly in yours, "that will never change. Nothing could change how we feel about you. You're our girl, Ellie."

"Are you sure? The baby-"

"The baby doesn't change anything," you pulled her into your body as much as you could, "its another person we're bringing into our family that we can love. It doesn't mean any of us is going to get less love. Okay? I swear on my life. And Joel's life. All of it."

"Every time I've gotten close to people they've been taken from me," Ellie sniffled brushing at her eyes with the back of her hand, "my parents, my family, my friends…I almost lost Joel. I don't want to lose you too and the baby. I'm not sure if I'd make it if I did."

"Ellie," you softened at the young girl, "you are so young and you've been through so much. More than anyone ever should. And I know the world is scary and we don't know what the future holds but we can't let that dictate how we feel about the present or how we act. You're not going to lose us or your brother or sister. Never. And maybe me just saying that doesn't make anything better but I'll show you and I'll keep showing you that we mean it. Honestly, I don't think I'd survive without you. You are the world to me, Ellie."

"Being pregnant has made you so sappy," she laughed through her tears, "even more than normal. Its kind of gross."

"It's because I love you so much, kiddo," you grinned at her, brushing away her tears, "but the hormones definitely aren't helping! Luckily it won't be too much longer before the baby is here."

"Are you scared?"

"Terrified," you confessed with a sheepish grin, "but I know I'll be okay. I've got you Joel and you. Everything will be okay."

"Yeah," she nodded, a bit of confidence oozing back into her, "we'll be okay. I'm excited to meet the baby."

"Boy or girl you think?"

"Girl," she seemed so confident that you were almost convinced of that as well, "Joel's meant to be surrounded by girls."

"Funny, that's exactly what he said too," you shook your head in amusement thinking about the two of them. They were too alike for their own good, "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"Whatever," she playfully rolled her eyes, "we all know we're right!"

"Mhmm," you slowly stood up and held out your hand to her, "come on my love. Let's go home and annoy Joel."

She took your hand eagerly, "I love you too, just so you know."

"Yeah," you promised her softly, "I know. I love you more, kiddo."

-

Ellie approached you slowly, almost unsure if she should be coming over. You beamed at her, motioning for her to come closer. She stole a quick look at Joel, who offered her a small smile and nod of reassurance.

"Come here, my love," you held out your hand to her and she came over, staring at the bundle in your arms in awe, "I hate to admit it, but Joel was right. You've got yourself a little sister."

"Wow," she reached over and gentle stroked her chubby little cheek, "she's so small. What's her name?"

"Well, we don't have a name picked out yet," you smiled softly, "we were hoping you'd help us by picking her name."

"Me?"

"You! If you'd like to that is," you could see her eyes watering up, and your heart felt so full, "you can take a bit to think about it-"

"Daisy," she stated softly, looking between you and Joel to gauge your reactions, "I like Daisy."

"Me too," you gave her a hand squeeze, "Daisy it is. It's perfect. Do you want to hold her, Ellie?"

"I-I don't know," she swallowed the lump in her throat as the baby cooed softly, "she's so small and I don't wanna…hurt her."

"You won't," you promised, straightening up as she stepped closer, "hold her to your chest and make sure you're supporting her head, okay?"

"Okay," she reached over gingerly, as though the baby was made of glass. She took her from you and did as you said, holding the small baby protectively. Daisy made a few sounds before yawning and snuggling into Ellie. The girl watched her in amazement, "she's so cute and little."

"Just like you," you teased, reaching over and giving her arm a squeeze. You turned to Joel, who was watching the scene unfold with nothing short of heart eyes, "look at that, Joel. Look at our girls. They're the best."

"Yeah," he agreed, pressing a kiss to the side of Ellie's head, "they are. But you know what else?"

"Hmm?"

"I was right - it was a girl," he threw you a cheeky grin as you snorted in amusement, "wouldn't change it for the world."

"Yeah, me neither," Ellie piped up, "I guess we're a pretty cool family. Daisy and me anyways. You guys are alright."

"We love you too," you sighed contentedly, happy to have your little family all together, "both of you. Lots and lots."

[voidpacifist]

I have a new brainworm about steve harrington that I need (NEED!!) to share

imagine this for me: it's 1983. nothing eventful happens, at least in the supernatural sense. steve and nancy still date, he still drops his terrible friends when he realizes they're not gonna support him if it doesn't fit their agenda, he still accidentally becomes close to a bunch of seventh graders when nance asks him if he can babysit--

(not that he'd ever say no to her, but it's not what he envisioned the summer of '84 to be like, okay?)

--and overall, things are relatively normal for him. his parents continue to be absent, but they still get excited for him when they learn he has a girlfriend or won a new award at the end of the school year for something sporty or what have you. they're not bad people, they just don't know how to be good parents. and they're always, always away.

but the thing about 1983, is that his final interaction with tommy before he "broke up" their friendship by dating someone kind and sweet and "perfect" like nancy, was him getting absolutely wailed on. enough that he went to the hospital with a severe concussion and some damage to his optic nerve. the doctors told him he already has something going on with his vision to begin with, probably a genetic disease passed down from one of his folks, that increase his chances of going blind earlier in life. meaning, if push came to shove, his vision could go entirely if he got into any more scruples with ex-friends or people who just generally disliked him.

and then lucas sinclair asks him for dating advice, because he likes max mayfield, the new girl in his class, and ultimately it lands steve being the chauffeur for their first date just days after halloween in 1984. by now, he and nancy have broken up — they weren't emotionally available in the ways they needed to be with one another, and steve knows his dream of the future is different from her own. this time, there's no speech about bullshit or faking it. they simply both know that their expiration is upon them and call it quits.

(it still hurts, but he told lucas to shoot his shot, because if there's anything he's learned by dating nancy wheeler, it's that projecting his heartbreak and hurt onto others is a gateway to toxicity in the water; and by god he is not sabotaging this kids emotional maturity, okay? okay)

so he takes the kids to bennys burgers, because lucas insists it's "cool enough" for this girl, and he doesn't want to overdo it by going somewhere too fancy. but when steve returns to pick them up, there's a hiccup in the plan.

billy, maxs step-brother and steve's most recent bother at school, is there, gearing up to try and scare lucas off, or do something worse. steve, anointed babysitter and generally protective friend, steps in without hesitation. the fight that results makes the local news. steve lands in the hospital again.

his vision doesn't go completely, but it goes enough. enough that he can't drive, enough that he'll have to find large print books or simply relearn to read altogether in braille. enough that he's advised to get a cane or a guide dog. enough that, when all is said and done, his old life has been completely upended.

jonathan--

(the same jonathan who has now swept nancy off her feet the way steve used to)

--surprisingly, is the one who ends up getting close to steve after this. he tells steve about what it was like when will was found after being missing for a week, about how he knows it isn't the same, but that he relates to the feeling of oh god, everythings different and nothing I used to have is coming back. he doesn't divulge on the details, but steve knows he's serious about understanding the feeling.

even more surprising is nancy, who commands him every day that god dammit steve, your life is not coming back unless you take it back yourself and then reassures him in the same breath that he's not weak for needing help doing so.

and then the kids join in too. and steve harrington isnt a king anymore of anything, but he's the king of his own life, he's the king of himself. he starts going back to school even when he feels embarrassed to be there, like he's an imposter or ill equipped. he starts going to public places just to meet poorly concealed whispers with something friendly and witty in return. he starts taking his power back in a way that never needs to hurt anyone, that never needs to hurt himself.

he also discovers he loves bright colors — neons and pinks and reds especially. he takes a trip with nancy and barb one day to indy on some sort of girls trip (they've long since made up since the first house party, and barb latches onto steve as a best friend shockingly fast in the wake of his and tommy's split), and it's there that he meets someone punk for the first time. he develops a fixation on the colored hair, the leather and spikes and denim with safety pins in it. he badgers the girls about teaching him how to wear eyeliner.

it's his gateway into punk style, which is then a further path into the subculture itself, into colored laces and battle vests and the politics and social aspects. steve takes to it like a fish to water.

the name steve harrington used to mean something entirely different. even though he calls his parents every day since the incident, even though they've been back to see him multiple times, even though they've tried to be present in their strange, semi-absent way, they still haven't seen him since his transformation from local jock to local punk.

needless to say, he spends a lot more time educating them about his "waywardness" and a lot less time actually excitedly telling them about the next color of his hair. but the harringtons aren't unaware — they can see how while this may be a creative way for steve to begin expressing and discovering himself, it's also an armor. no one really wants to fuck with someone who will trip you with his cane if you're being an asshole, someone who wears a lot of spikes and other sharp objects on their body for fun.

so they let it be. and they stay a little longer, this time.

this shift doesn't go unnoticed by the local gossips, but it also doesn't go unnoticed by the "freaks and geeks" at school. he develops, quite by accident, a reputation that rivals that of the king of freaks at hawkins. eddie munson wears the title proudly, clings to it with every antic and every quip that feeds into the rumors about him. but he respects what it took for steve to get here.

so he invites him along to a hellfire session. which turns into two. which turns into steve becoming a party member, which turns into him excitedly telling the kids he babysits that he gets it now, that yes, they can absolutely host their games at his house as long as they have rides back home.

but as he and eddie get closer as friends, eddie notices that as well as steve has done accepting himself as he is, he still misses the things he used to do without thinking much about needing sight to do it. contact sports and movies and other very visually inclined things. and listen, eddie's happy that steve has renounced the toxic social scene of jockdom, he really is, but he also recognizes a guy who misses pieces of his old life.

(he finds himself missing his old life, the life before wayne, all the time, just for the parts that didn't hurt him)

so eddie, much to steves surprise, suggests he try joining the swim team for the final quarter of his senior year. and hey, fuck it, what can it hurt? he's already a nerd now as well as a punk as well as disabled — he can go for one more oddball, not-quite-jock occupation. the coach has several stipulations, all of which steve takes in stride.

he's granted a tryout. he doesn't make it on.

eddie, in his wildest nightmares, doesn't touch sports. he's already athletic in other regards, naturally good at sprinting and lifting heavy things from taking equipment to and from band practice. he doesn't think he actually needs sports, but he's willing to go with steve to lake jordan to keep practicing. he's seen how stubborn harrington is, and he's not about to stop it.

eventually, they do these laps across the lake and back (it's a pretty small lake) just to get high once they're done. and fuck, if steve can swim the length of the lake, he can get a job at the new starcourt mall. and he does. he's there at scoops ahoy the bare minimum of hours they're required to give him to technically say he's employed, but at least he has work. his friends visit him there after their own jobs are done for the day, and eddie consistently shows up just to bug him.

robin, his coworker, is impressed and startled by this version of steve. she'd say she doesn't trust it, but there's nothing to trust really, about the shock of bright green hair or the way his eyes aren't actually that focused looking, or about the way he casually tells stories about getting high and swimming the length of lake jordan. not to mention, the chemistry he can't physically or metaphorically see between him and eddie is laughable to her, and entirely too obvious.

she ends up with one bad trip from the wrong dealer, and steve stays with her through the comedown, and she realizes she would probably die for him, because he sits there and listens to her buzzed ramble about tammy thompson and his bagel crumbs and other dumb shit from when he was still in high school. he's the first person she's ever come out to, and she's the first person he's ever thought could be a soulmate, the kind he'd never give his body but would marry in a heartbeat if she asked him.

he tells her about billy. she tells him about her mother. they tell each other a lot of secrets, more than he's ever told jonathan and nancy, or barb, or even eddie.

and then their workplace gets set on fire from a gas leak after hours. they pack up and go to family video, because they're a package deal. it's barb being on the crew that convinces keith to let steve take the job, and he has a new shtick joking about being a blind guy who likes movies.

then eddie probably takes him to one or two or maybe five. then they maybe make out after one of their swims. then steve starts going to eddies shows at the hideout, starts going with him damn near everywhere, and this was the kind of companionship he needed from the get go but didn't have. the kind where they support each other's interests without changing themselves for it, the kind where there is love born from fierce and unwavering friendship, the kind where loyalty is unquestionable but agreeing all the time is optional. and god.

steve harrington has been blind for a year. and he wears metal in his face and color in his hair. and he and his friends gather for movies just for the enjoyment of it. and he swims the lakes of hawkins with his boyfriend. and he plays dungeons and dragons with the kids who haven't let go of him just yet. and his parents aren't who he needs them to be yet, but they're trying. everyones trying. and eveyrone is enough.

and he's enough, at the end of the day.

[twstfanblog]

*~Murder Movie Madness~* PT 1

A/N: YO! Super excited to finally share this fic with you guys!!!! You get two parts in quick succession and another two tomorrow before the final part on Halloween! Enjoy the fic! Word Count: 2K Pairings: First-year poly minus Ortho and Yuu Warnings: Swearing, Me typing out a country accent

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A dear server friend, @transguydeuce was able to draw art for this! It'll be at the ending of this part and I'm so excited for everyone to see how amazing their art is!!!

Yuu hadn't realized they didn't know of any of the horror movies of Twisted Wonderland, not until their second Halloween was coming up.  A choice of movie for reviewing that week during the Film Research club was vetoed. Every other member saying the movie was ‘too scary’.

While the easiest and most obvious answer would be to ask Vil or even Idia for recommendations. They instead went the fun route and invited their Firstie group to a movie madness marathon. Each freshman was tasked with bringing a copy of their favorite horror movie for judgment. By the end of the marathon, they'd all vote on who's movie was scariest. A contest that Yuu wasn't shy on already claiming victory over. Something that had Epel already seething and stating he was going to find a movie so scary that Yuu was going to actually cry during it.

Soon their movie night approached, Ramshackle's lounge area was decked out with spooky and kooky Halloween decoractions. The large square-shaped coffee table filled to the brim with snacks and drinks for the coming marathon. Grim was pacified from wrecking the area in a tantrum, allowed to eat a bit of each snack before making his way to Ignihyde to play whatever games he could whine Idia into letting him try. Yuu always found it funny that the dire beast loved hearing stories and playing video games, but he couldn't stand to sit still for a movie.

Epel, Deuce, and Ace had been first to arrive, bringing more snacks and carrying disks of movies. They all sat around the lounge, waiting for the other three of their group to arrive. Deuce had sat at the disk player, Ace leaned over his back and nitpicking at every little adjustment the other card soldier made to the screen display. Epel placed himself on a floor cushion, already dipping into the bowl of melted marshmallows and chocolate with a graham cracker cookie the Heartslabyul duo had brought as a gift from Trey.

The Pomefiore student threw a smug little smirk over his shoulder at Yuu taking up an entire couch for herself, “The movie ah brought is gonna scare yur pants off. Picked from a list of recommendations from Vil and everythin’. He even gave me money to spring for the best versions an' cuts.”

Yuu smiled from their place, raising an eyebrow and reaching over his head to grab a handful of colorful caramel popcorn, “Says the fucker who made me turn off Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory-”

“That tunnel scene was fucked and ya know it…”

“Still don't know what you're talking about.” Yuu smiled, rolling their eyes and turning away from a fuming Epel laughing under their breath, “I don't know what you're talking about, there wasn't a tunnel in that movie.”

“Stop gaslighting me-” Epel took a breath, calming himself and eating his cookie before it dripped any more of the sticky mixture down his hand. Chewing thoughtfully, Epel pointed at Yuu and spoke when his mouth was clear, “Shut ya whore mouth. Ah asked Vil specifically what were the scariest movies he knew of to make ya eat ya words.”

He shoved the disk container into Yuu's face, explaining the movie plot while she looked at the cover. It was, painfully basic in Yuu's opinion, though they could find little details that made it interesting. The title of ‘Haunting Grounds’ was across the top in a stylized font, a group of stereotypical teens or college kids were all squished onto a couch with various expressions of fear and terror holding bright red party cups. A weird scene but the more Yuu looked at the cover the more they found had been snuck in to show it was a horror film. Blood leaking from under the couch, the slash marks along the back walls, How roughed up the people looked, the ominous figure silhouetted in the center behind the group seen from the illuminated bay window.

Epel tapped at the case, black painted nails tapping at an out-of-place red dot in the corner of the cover, “With the extra funds Vil gave me, Ah was even able to get the immersive copy. We gotta watch it first and really get the scene set for the rest of them.”

“Gotta set dress for a shit show, huh?”

Sebek, Jack, and Ortho arrived to the scene of Epel and Yuu rolling around on the floor fighting, the two smaller freshmen spitting insults at each other. Soon, everyone was seated and picking at the spread of snacks while Deuce gave the disk player a final check as he prepared each movie to play back to back so that no one would have to get up.

Ortho held out his hand, smiling with his eyes toward Epel, “Epel Felimer, may I see the disk case you brought? I wish to look at the reviews for the movies tonight!”

With the case in hand, Ortho had only just loaded the movie overview before his eyes caught the red dot at the corner of the case. His eyes widen, stuttering slightly, “O-oh! Epel Felimer, I don't have an issue with it but have the others agreed to engage in such an experience?”

“Huh?” Seeing Ortho hold up the case and point to the dot he smirked once again. “Oh yeah. Don't worry. Ah got the green light from Vil on how good this movie is. The immersion feature is just to scare us a bit more.”

“...” Ortho's brows furrowed down, an air of seriousness so deadly it made everyone around the couch pause, “Epel Feilmer, a pink dot is immersive, a red dot means interactive.”

“...Fuck.” Epel whipped back around, a knee braced against the coffee table as he tried to pull Deuce back, “DEUCE, WAIT-”

“Huh-”  Deuce had turned around, his questioning tone cut short as his finger pressed the play button and the room went dark.

As their eyes suddenly snapped open, Yuu was painfully aware that the sun fucking hurt to look at, “Oh God, the fuck? It's like 8pm, why is the sun out-where am I? Hello!?”

They looked around in disbelief, Sage Island was just dipping into Fall, leaves turning crunchy and temperatures dropping by the day. Instead, they found themselves in lush summer grasses, tall and leafy trees in almost nauseatingly hot air. They look down, seeing their comfortable fall loungewear replaced by a simple V-neck tucked into denim capri pants and sneakers. Feeling something against their skin, they pulled a necklace tucked under their shirt out to find a heart-shaped locket with a photo of a completely different woman with an older man.

“What the fuck…?”

“YUU!? CAN YOU HEAR ME!?”

“Ace!?”

The woods weren't as big as they had seemed. Only a few steps and they found Ace and Sebek standing in a clearing, the other freshmen looking just as confused and in different clothes as well.

Ace was dressed sensibly, minus the open-toed sandals and layered top of a plain t-shirt and a comedically printed unbuttoned shirt. A baseball cap with several pins on it was a few feet away, no doubt supposed to be Ace’s.

Sebek…was in a sweater vest. The argyle top seemed to be too small yet fit him perfectly, he even had a little bowtie. Paired with pressed khaki shorts, matching knee socks and hiking boots, Yuu had to physically stop themselves from giving the half-fae a wedgie and demanding whatever money he had on his person.

The half-fae was awkward, standing as though he knew if he moved too fast the clothing would rip apart at its seams, “...This feels tight. I can tell it's not but it feels tight.”

Yuu placed a hand over their mouth but removed it to speak, “I wanna beat you up so bad right now.”

“I think I'd let you…”

Ace was looking around the treeline, hoping to spot another one of their group, “Juice!? Epel!? Jack!? You guys ok!?”

A familiar hulking figure comes from the bush. Jack was in a striped tank top, cargo shorts, hiking boots, and a varsity jacket tied around his waist. The closer he got, Yuu was able to see he had leather bracelets on each wrist and big gaudy ring on his right hand.

Ace looked at his boyfriend confused, pointing to something in his hands, “Where the fuck did you get a football?”

Jack looked down, only now seeming to realize he had a football in hand, “I…I don't…know…” He turned and threw the ball away, opening his mouth to speak only for everyone to jolt at the sound of Epel yelling in pain.

Sebek was already halfway through the trees, Jack hot on his heels with Yuu and Ace close behind, “Epel! Remain where you are! We are coming to you!”

The country boy was on the ground, the football beside him as he groaned and held his hands over his face. Sebek reached him first but stood back, a faint blush on his cheeks.

Jack stopped short too, looking at Epel's outfit with confused eyes, “O-oh…”

Epel glared at his boyfriends, standing up of his own accord as Ace and Yuu arrived to the other clearing, “Yeah, no, Ah'm fine. Ah'll get my own damn self up. Just got hit in the damn eyes with a ball and-...”

Yuu covered their mouth again, trying to fight the laughter struggling to escape them. Epel was basically in a bikini of an outfit. A small, brightly colored halter top that showed off his midriff, stark white booty shorts that had a rhinestone decal of a butterfly, and slightly heeled strappy sandals. Yuu also couldn't help but notice he even had a few thick metal bangles on.

“...” Epel gestured to himself, his voice coming out so loudly and angry that it was almost impossible to tell what he had just screamed, “WHO CHANGED ME INTO THIS!?”

Ace shrugged, looking Epel up and down with a slight smile, “I mean, it’s not bad.” “My damn ass is hanging out!” Epel tried to pull the shorts down, growing more frustrated as the shorts either showed more of the top bands of a thong he was wearing or pulling them up to have the bottom of his asschecks exposed

Jack tilted his head a bit, his ears pivoting around before he turned his head away, “I mean- Wait, I hear Deuce.”

“Where is he?”

“Guys!?” A rustle from bushes pulls their attention, the spade soldier walking out of the brush and into the clearing while pulling leaves out of his hair.

Deuce was in loose jean shorts, the edges frayed and a nearly see-through white button-up that was opened enough to show off his collarbones and top of his pecs. As he walked closer, Yuu noted that his skin was glistening and he had on a shark tooth necklace.

He was wiping at his exposed forearms and legs, a look of disgust on his face at the feeling on his skin, “I’m…I’m like oiled up. Is anyone else covered in oil? Why am I covered in oil?”

Sebek huffed lightly, gesturing to everyone else’s clothing before pointing at his own, “Why am I dressed this way but you all have decent wear for the environment?”

Epel scowled toward the taller boy, “Decent?”

Jack’s ears folded back, turning back to the group with a look of worry on his face, “I can’t hear Ortho.”

… The group descended back into a momentary panic, each of them breaking off into the woods screaming out for their last lost member.

They were on an island. At the very least it was in the middle of a lake and not an ocean like Ace had feared before Jack and Sebek were able to point out faint buildings in the distance. Epel had pointed out a boat speeding away from the island at a different shore. Running over (Epel annoyingly managing to nearly trip over every exposed root) they all shouted and tried to wave down an old man scowling at them to turn back around. He yelled back at them, shaking his hook hand at them, “I WARNED YA! I WARNED YA! I HOPE YUR CURSED JUST LIKE HE WAS!”

“COME BACK !?” Yuu sighed, holding their hands up to the sky as if to question the heavens, “Why the fuck are we here if this place is cursed!? Epel, your movie sucks!”

“Don't ya fucking blame this shit on me, ya COW-”

Jack’s ears were pressed to his head, dread starting to fill the other firsties while Epel and Yuu fought in the sand beside them, “Oh Seven, we’re in the movie…”

LOOK AT THIS! I love how they draw so much and Im so happy I got them to draw the firstie's outfits. Just imagine them in these the whole time honestly.

[reidreaders]

A Very Strange Night

Poorly Kept Secrets: Part 1

Summary: An already awkward night gets weirder when an unexpected guest arrives at Spencer's apartment.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: implied smut, a quick mention of throwing up, use of y/n, kissing, and I think that's it but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: I'm thinking of making this a series about how each of the BAU members find out about you and Spencer, so lmk if you want a part 2!

Part 2!

You and Spencer had been dating for a couple weeks when he called and invited you over for dinner. You knew that he didn’t often invite people into his space, let alone try to romance them with a home cooked meal, so you were excited to say the least. It felt like things were starting to move forward from just talking to actually dating. 

When you pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building, you started to get nervous. You really liked him, even though you’d only known him a short time. But what if he was messy? What if he cooked you something disgusting and you had to sit there and eat it? Or, worst possible case scenario, what if he was a murderer trying to lure you into his apartment? You wouldn’t normally go into the home of someone you didn’t know all that well, but the fact that he was an FBI agent made you feel safe. I mean, what are odds that an FBI agent was a murderer? That thought comforted you until you realized that you had never actually seen the badge and he could just be making the whole thing up. It didn’t matter anymore though, as you were already knocking on his door; your fate had been sealed. He opened the door and gave you a shy smile that said he was just as nervous as you were.

“Hey!” You said, trying to seem calm, cool, and collected.

“Hi.” He responded as the two of you sat in the awkward silence that followed. 

“Are you going to invite me in? Or are we just going to stand in the doorway for the rest of night?” You chuckled, trying to make the situation a little less uncomfortable.

“Oh! R-right sorry,” He sputtered as he fumbled to open the door a little wider, “Please come in.”

You entered the apartment and he closed the door behind you before leaning in to give you a quick kiss. The two of you had shared much more passionate kisses in your short time together; it was obvious that you were both nervous to scare the other away. As soon as he pulled away, you heard something sizzling from the kitchen. 

“I should probably go check on that,” He said as he made a bee line for what you assumed was his kitchen, “Make yourself at home.”

You stood still for a minute before wandering into his living room. His apartment was small, but cozy, the kind of place that made you feel warm and fuzzy and like you were at home. You thought that you could see yourself coming over here more often. You looked around at the bookshelves full of titles you’d never heard of, some of them in languages you didn’t speak. You looked at little tchotchkes you presumed he picked up on his travels for work, and you saw photos of him with people you assumed were his friends, and a couple with a woman who you assumed was his mother. Your snooping was interrupted by the feeling of a hand on the small of your back. 

“Dinner’s ready, if you want to go eat?” Spencer asked you shyly.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You responded.

Spencer had set the table and already dished out the food, some sort of pasta dish that smelled amazing. He had even ordained the table with a bouquet of flowers, clearly trying to garner up some romance. 

As the two of you ate, you both started to feel less awkward and nervous. You told him about the latest office drama and he told you about his latest case, sparing you the gory details of course. As the two of you began to feel more comfortable in each other’s presence, things started to go a little deeper. You talked about your childhoods and what college was like, you even told him about that time that you got so drunk on Halloween that you threw up all over yourself in front of your crush. 

After dinner was over, Spencer asked if you wanted to stay a while longer and watch a movie. So, the two of you sat on the couch, not totally watching the movie and things started to heat up pretty quickly. He got up from the couch, telling you he had to run to the bathroom for a second. As he closed the bathroom door, you heard someone knock on the door to his apartment. You waited a minute, thinking that it was probably the apartment next door, but sure enough, another knock rang out and it was definitely someone looking for Spencer. You stood up from the couch and crept halfway down the hallway towards the bathroom.

“Spence,” You shouted, not wanting to interrupt whatever he was doing in there to psych himself up, “I think someone’s at your door.”

“It’s probably just Mrs. Booker from downstairs, you can open it.” He shouted back.

You had heard stories of Mrs. Booker, the little old lady who lived underneath Spencer. She routinely brought him baked goods because she thought he was too skinny. You whipped open the door to Spencer's apartment, excited at the prospect of a delicious treat, but instead you were met by a very tall, stern looking man with dark hair. 

“Spenc-” He started, “Oh-oh I’m sorry. I must have the wrong apartment,” The man said as he glanced at the number on the door, “Is this Spencer Reid’s apartment?”

“Uh yeah.” You sputtered, unsure of what to say. You turned to face the bathroom and yelled, “Hey Spence! Someone’s here for you and it’s not Mrs. Booker!” 

Spencer scrambled down the hallway, shirtless and confused by who could possibly be at his door. 

“H-Hotch! I’m sorry, can you just give me one minute please.” He panicked as he slammed the door. He raced down the hallway to his bedroom and began to fumble through his dresser drawers looking for a shirt. 

“Who is that? Why are you freaking out?” You questioned. 

“My boss. I’m freaking out because my boss just saw me half naked.” He spoke even toned, but even that couldn’t hide the panic exuding from him.

He raced back down the hallway, leaving you standing alone in his bedroom. You skulked halfway back down towards the door, not wanting to eavesdrop, but not wanting to stay in his bedroom, such a personal space. 

Spencer started, “Hotch, I’m sorry, I had no idea you were coming, and-” He was cut off.

“Reid, really, it’s okay. I don’t usually make a habit of showing up at my co-workers' houses unannounced, but I got called in at the last minute to consult on a case and I can’t find anyone to watch Jack. I was hoping you might be able to keep an eye on him for a few hours.”

“Uh,” Spencer started to speak as he peered back at you, “Um, I guess I could do that? But I do have company, I don’t know how you feel about Jack being around strangers like that.”

“Well, you could introduce me to her.” Hotch smirked. 

You headed towards the door and waited for Spencer to introduce you. “Uh Hotch, this is Y/N, my, uh my- this Y/N.” He stuttered, not yet knowing what you are to him or how to introduce you. 

“I’m Aaron,” The man said, reaching out to shake your hand, “And this is my son, Jack.” The small blonde boy sheepishly waved at you as Spencer welcomed him into the apartment. Hotch thanked the both of you and apologized for ruining your evening before heading out. Once Spencer got Jack squared away in front of the TV, you moved to put your shoes on. 

“Well, I guess I should head out then, huh?” You chuckled, but it wasn’t enough to mask your disappointment. 

Spencer met you at your place by the door, peered over his shoulder, and when he noticed that Jack was too preoccupied by TV to pay any attention to the two of you, he put his hands on your waist, pulling you close. 

“I mean, you don’t have to go,” He stated, “Hotch will only be gone a couple hours and we can pick up right where we left off?” He said it more like a question.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to make anything weird.” 

“Oh I’m positive. I’m never going to hear the end of this at work so I might as well get to enjoy the rest of my night.” The more he spoke, the closer he got to your face, his lips just millimeters from yours. Finally, he closed the gap, giving you more than enough reason to stay. 

As you made your way back into the living room, you and Spencer laughed a little, as if the night couldn’t have been more awkward. But hey, at least you know for sure that he’s not a serial killer, right?

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! My requests are open so lmk if there's anything you wanna see :)

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[bvidzsoo]

Hi! First off I just wanna say how much I love your work! You are such a talented writer🤍 okay okay so for the Halloween prompt request, I was thinking maybe Vampire Seonghwa? (He's been plaguing my mind hella hard) with the prompts 3 and 22? I'm excited to see what you come up with!🤍

Thank you so much!🤍

◆Vampire!Seonghwa◆ (pink haired Seonghwa has me in an unhealthy grip and it will end me one day)

↳3. Well, that didn’t hurt nearly as badly as I was expecting it to.

↳22. Do I look tasty?

A/N: Hii! Thank you for your kind words, it makes me happy to know people like my stories as I place a lot of time in them. I shall say that pink haired Seonghwa has me in a GRIP and I'll NEVER escape it, so uhm, I did a little something here, haha. I hope you enjoy this little one and requests are open until the 1st of November for anyone interested! Before you start the short story, I want to say that this was inspired by Vampire Academy written by Richelle Mead, so here's a little explanation for those who haven't read the books:

1. Moroi-are born vampires, imbued with the magic to have power over the elements;

2. Dhampir-are half-human, half-vampires who are born to protect the Moroi. Don't have elemental magic, but have enhanced strength and senses making them the strongest protection against the Strigoi;

3. Strigoi- are the type of vampires that one would expect from an old horror classic

TW: cussing, blood, very slightly suggestive?

◆Halloween Prompts◆

That damned pink hair could be visible from miles away. If his desperate need to be distinguishable by some feature wasn't enough, then his flamboyant persona certainly was. Park Seonghwa was absolutely detestable. It isn’t enough that he comes from one of the royal moroi families, which makes him incredibly famous, he also makes sure to remind everyone of his high status in the order by looking down on you while flaunting his riches, the arrogant smirk never absent from his face. I truly wish one day I'll be able to punch that perfect nose of his, even if dhampirs weren't allowed to hurt morois. I tried to keep the sneer off my face as I glared at the back of his pink head, a disgusting color if anyone asks me, as his loud laughter carried over the crowd. How was it possible that he could be heard over all the chatter in the auditorium? I felt a nudge to my side and my attention was off Seonghwa as I stared at my best friend, whose eyebrows were raised. She already knew I would be in a sour mood when I realized I was forced to breathe the same air as Seonghwa, but today was also the day we'd be paired up for our field trip. The dreaded field trip. Us, dhampirs, would be assigned to a moroi to protect for a week, totally left alone by our teachers and other guardians. Basically, we were forced to fend for ourselves for a week in order to show how capable we were in completing our duties once we graduated. I, on one hand, was ready. I was born ready; I knew I could do this. The only problem was that I didn't know who I'd be assigned to protect and the thought of having to possibly spend a whole ass week with Seonghwa was giving me a freaking headache.

"I think he can feel your glare, Y/N." Kazuha muttered as I turned to look back towards the front, Seonghwa’s annoying hair bugging my eyes again. I just rolled my eyes and ignored my best friend’s comment, thinking to myself, that it was only good if he felt my glare. Everyone knew I didn’t like Seonghwa, why try and hide it? The head teacher walked in holding a big paper scroll in his hands, stopping in the center of the auditorium.

“Quiet down, everyone.” Despite the authority in his voice, Seonghwa proceeded to finish his joke and laugh loudly as everyone else glanced his way, the teacher sighing before continuing, “I’ll read the dhampir names first and then the moroi they’ll have to protect for the following week. Changing your partners isn’t allowed, and if anyone does so in secret, they’ll be expulsed from the Academy, never to graduate. And then you can try and live a miserable life.”

I don’t think I agree with the teacher. Having to live without being surrounded by some annoying spoiled morois sounded like every dhampirs most secret wish. The teacher opened the scroll and started reading the names, most students looking content and even happy with their partners, but there was one problem. Park Seonghwa’s name hasn’t been read yet, and with my luck…my fate in this whole thing was slowly dying out.

“Lee Y/N.” I stood up straighter in my seat, debating whether to say a quick prayer, but the moroi’s name was already called, “Park Seonghwa.”

Fuck. I hissed and allowed my head to fall against the table, creating a loud bang as I groaned lowly. The people sitting around me chuckled, amused by my reaction, and probably thankful they didn’t get paired with Seonghwa. Lucky bastards. I felt eyes on me before I could lift my head and I braced myself for the conceited smirk on his face as I looked up, eyes connecting with his. Seonghwa was smirking, and as if to make things worse, he winked before turning around and ignoring my existence.

I would’ve done anything to avoid this moment. To avoid sitting in a car as Seonghwa was handed the keys to the Academy’s expensive Mercedes, as if he didn’t own at least two muscle cars back at home. God, I wanted to die. He opened the door and sat inside, head turning to look at me. My jaw was clenched as I looked straight ahead, refusing to look at him, able to see from the corner of my eyes the amusement written all over his features. God, if only I was allowed to punch him.

“Since when are morois allowed to drive?” I snapped as he ignited the engine to life, “You know the dhampirs are the ones supposed to drive around and shit.”

“I know,” Seonghwa shrugged nonchalantly as he backed out of the parking lot of the Academy, our head teacher and the dhampir supervisor watching us with hawk like eyes as I mouthed a small ‘please, save me’ to them, a displeased look crossing their features, “But I don’t trust a woman with driving.”

I scoffed annoyed, my tongue pressing against my cheek as I tried to hold myself back, Kazuha’s words ringing loudly in my head. ‘Ignore him, think of anything else and just stay calm. You can do this.’ In fact, no, I was certain I couldn’t do this, and we have barely left the safety of our Academy.

“Do you even know where we’re supposed to go?” I opted to ask instead, glaring at the radio as Seonghwa turned it on, browsing through the channels.

“To my family’s vacation house?” Seonghwa gave me a look which said, ‘are you crazy for even asking that?’.

“If that’s where you’re taking us, just pull over, and I’ll walk back to the Academy myself and sabotage my own future.” I groaned and allowed my head to fall back against the headrest. Seonghwa scoffed and gave me a quick glance as we turned onto the highway.

“You seriously want to live in a shady neighborhood in a dodgy apartment for a week?” He looked at me as if I was crazy and I closed my eyes, pressing the button to roll down the window. I needed some fresh air. Perhaps that would stop me from wanting to crash our car, which I was supposed to be driving. I’ve never driven such a luxury car, Seonghwa robbed me of another once in a lifetime experience…once again.

“Yes, Seonghwa, because this is a test to what our lives will look like very soon, you conceited idiot!” I snapped, finally breaking as I turned to face Seonghwa, “You might have everything handed to you on a silver plate, but I certainly won’t be living in a mansion or my family’s vacation home once I’ve graduated.”

“If you graduate.” God, I really wanted to punch that arrogant smirk off his face. I didn’t have to be top of my class to graduate. I was one of the best dhampirs at our Academy currently and I was needed as female dhampirs were rare. Unlike him, who was raised on a silver plate, he had no significance whatsoever if he was stripped of his title. He wasn’t even a prince, he was around fifth in line to the throne, so he really was unimportant. His skills were mid and unless he continued his family’s business, he was a no one. That brought a content smile on my lips and Seonghwa threw me an annoyed glance, probably able to sense that my thoughts weren’t the nicest. He didn’t say anything else as he focused on the road, turning up the volume of the radio, making me sigh as I relaxed into the car seat and closed my eyes. It’s not that I trusted him, but I had barely gotten any sleep last night as we threw a secret party before our departure. It was wild.

            Four days had gone by and things were going surprisingly well. For me, at least. I quickly got familiar with the area and did my patrols regularly, keeping an eye out for any unwanted danger. I even managed to become friends with our upstairs neighbor, who was a nice old lady. I found mundane tasks quite enjoyable as I walked to the market each morning and bought fresh fruits and vegetables to cook later, and of course, since it was Seonghwa’s money, I enjoyed spending it even more. I finally managed to get that long deserved haircut and all in all, this test turned out to be a lot more manageable than I expected it to be. Living with Seonghwa wasn’t too difficult, surprisingly, as he stayed in his room almost all day, listening to loud music and facetiming with his other moroi friends almost every other hour. Hearing his boisterous laughter and awful jokes through the thin walls was rather depressing, but I managed to block his voice out as I turned on the TV in the living room and turned the volume up, hearing Seonghwa scream at me to be quieter, only to get ignored. Of course, things weren’t going constantly smoothly as he always found something to start a petty fight based on, but after realizing that my anger was only bringing him enjoyment, I stopped showing my emotions. That didn’t mean that I didn’t want to bash his head against the wall at times, I was just smarter and started hiding it. However, despite me living my best life for the past four days, Seonghwa seemed to hate it here. He would jump at the slightest sound coming from outside and the curtains would have to be drawn almost all day as his skin was specifically sensitive to sunlight. That was a thing I didn’t believe, but I didn’t want to try my luck and actually set him on fire, that wouldn’t only get me expelled from the Academy, it would earn me the death penalty too. I preferred staying away from that one if possible. It was one of those serene nights, where I almost couldn’t tell if Seonghwa and I were living together, but my heightened senses could pick up on his breathing, a thing which annoyed me, but normally was very good as I could protect the morois in case of danger. Earlier today I bought some red wine and condiments to cook some pasta as I missed the taste of it, the chef’s cooking back at the Academy is rather bland, almost makes you think she’s a moroi. I have prepared everything and threw the ingredients together, letting it boil before pouring the heavy cream over it, letting it simmer for a few more minutes as I stirred it. I was lost in my world, humming a song which Seonghwa had been listening to on repeat, when suddenly I felt warmth behind me and my muscle memory kicked in as I whirled around, grabbing the intruder by the neck and slamming them against the nearest wall. My grip instantly loosened around Seonghwa’s neck when I finally realized it was just him, his normally round eyes wider than I’ve seen them ever before.

“Don’t ever creep up on me again, Seonghwa.” I hissed, eyebrows furrowed, “I could’ve hurt you.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” The stunned look was gone from his face, replaced with an annoying smirk. God, I hated his stupid face.

“Yeah, it is.” I muttered as I released him and went back to stir my sauce before shutting the gas off, taking the pot to the table. Seonghwa followed after me and watched me as I sat at the table, pouring the sauce over my spaghetti. I grabbed my glass of wine and took a sip, humming at the rich taste of it. It was expensive, but then again, Seonghwa was founding me so I only bought the priciest things, hoping to deprive him of all of his money. It was impossible, but it still bought a little satisfaction to my heart.

“You cooked dinner and didn’t even tell me…” Seonghwa trailed off, face falling for a second before it became composed again as he walked to the cupboard, taking out a plate.

“I didn’t know in what mood you were.” It was clear, Seonghwa was struggling without blood. I might’ve hated him, but I knew a moroi, a vampire, couldn’t survive without blood. Yes, they were able to eat normal food, but it could make them sick for days even. Seonghwa hasn’t eaten anything since we left the Academy. Hasn’t fed since we left the Academy. I tried to convince him to come to the hospital with me and I’d take a few blood bags for him, but he refused and said he’d survive without this week. He preferred fresh blood, apparently. And the lack of blood was already showing its first signs, his skin was paler than usual and dark bags were slowly forming underneath his eyes. I noticed his eyes glowing red every now and then, but that wasn’t necessarily a sign of bloodlust.

“I’m starving.” Seonghwa muttered more to himself, forgetting that I could hear him. I paused chewing as he sat down opposite me, surprised that he was willingly sitting at a table with me. He’d never do that at the Academy, but then again, I probably would pour my food all over his head if he did. I pushed the spaghetti and sauce pot towards him as Seonghwa reluctantly leaned forward and inhaled, eyes widening a little.

“Oh, this actually smells really nice.” He muttered absentmindedly and my eyes narrowed as I analyzed him. Was he being sincere? He seemed like he forgot I was even sitting at a table with him.

“I probably won’t be able to eat much, my stomach’s rather weak these days.” He said as he looked up and placed some spaghetti and sauce on his plate. I nodded and continued eating, watching his face for a reaction when he finally took a bite. He chewed slowly on the food and his eyebrows furrowed before he gulped the food down. He just glanced up at me and wordlessly continued to take a few more bites, but stopped at the fifth one. He pushed the plate away and grabbed a stray glass from the table, pouring himself wine.

“That wasn’t nearly as bad as I expected it to be.” I was about to thank him, for the first time in my life, but he had to continue, “I didn’t know dhampirs are now taught how to cook. But then again…you’re a woman, you’re supposed to know how to do that.”

“If you don’t shut up I will push that knife down your heart.” It was an empty threat, but it felt nice saying it as Seonghwa chuckled and took a big gulp of the wine, eyes going to the bottle before settling back on me.

“Are you trying to bereave me of my money, Y/N?” He cocked an eyebrow elegantly and I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair as I was finished with dinner too.

“As if you don’t have more than enough already,” I scoffed and took a sip of my wine, “Since I risk my life to protect you, you at least can let me spend as much as I’d like—”

“Yeah, like at the hairdresser.” Seonghwa cut me off with a scoff, eyes narrowing, “Who even charges that much?”

“I might’ve left a bigger tip than necessary.” I replied nonchalantly and hid my smirk behind my glass as I took another sip, Seonghwa scoffing as he drank the contents of his own glass before pouring some more wine for himself.

A few hours later, the lights seemed to dance around me as I sat in the chair, leaned back and one leg brought up on the chair, hair pulled in a low ponytail as I was feeling hot. It was from the wine, I knew that, but I couldn’t help fan myself as Seonghwa placed another card on the table. It was red. I didn’t have any red cards, so I had to pick up one from the deck. If anyone told me four days ago that I would be playing some silly card games with Seonghwa while the both of us were tipsy, I would’ve laughed in their face and asked them to walk to the psychic ward. But it was happening right now and Seonghwa was winning, for the fifth time. I was getting fed up.

“You’re cheating, okay?!” I exclaimed and slammed my cards on the table as Seonghwa placed his last one down, winning again. He just chuckled and took another sip of his wine, cheeks slightly flushed. One would say he looked like a living creature for once. It was late in the night and we were supposed to be sleeping, but I haven’t done my patrolling duty yet and it was cold outside, I really didn’t want to go. Besides, I was tipsy, my reflexes were dull, and if a strigoi were to attack me, I probably wouldn’t get very far, let alone be able protect Seonghwa.

“I’m not cheating,” He scoffed, looking offended, “I’m just really good at this game.”

“Yeah, right,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, “Like you are at everything else.”

“Of course, I am.” He smirked and flicked a stray pink strand out of his eyes.

“Then why do you refuse to go to the hospital and steal one or two blood bags with me?” I raised my eyebrows challengingly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. Seonghwa stiffened for a second before he leaned forward, placing his interlaced hands on the table and his chin on them.

“Because,” His voice lowered, as if he was scared someone was eavesdropping on us, “I only drink fresh blood.”

I scoffed, of course he did, he had the circumstances to, he was rich, “And why is that? Did mommy and daddy spoil you that much?”

That annoying smirk was back on his lips, “Yes, they did. I can’t stand the stale taste of blood; it makes me throw up. I like drinking it from the source, when it’s still warm and gushing, thick and rich and full of aroma.”

His eyes flashed red again and I watched as he licked his lips, suddenly the bloodlust obvious on his face. Perhaps I shouldn’t have brought up this topic, but I wanted to know the real reason. A vampire who was thirsty shouldn’t be challenged, but I was safe. It was strictly forbidden for morois to drink blood from dhampirs. And it would make me seem like a whore. But the alcohol was hitting hard and I was genuinely curious, never having talked to a moroi about this before, almost wanting to experience the euphoric feeling it’s said a vampire’s bite gives you.

“Do I look tasty?” The words left my lips before I could think much as Seonghwa and I made eye contact. I knew my eyes were glazed over with intoxication from the alcohol, but suddenly Seonghwa’s pupils grew in size as his eyes flashed red and remained like that. The ceiling lamp’s light falling on him made his eyes seem a deep red, swirling around almost in his round eyes.

“You or your blood?” Seonghwa’s voice was low and a strand of pink hair fell into his eyes as he stared me down. Suddenly, I felt glued to my place. He looked like a predator ready to pounce on its pray.

“Both.” I answered breathless, taken aback by Seonghwa’s sudden change of character. He was always so arrogant, so uncaring and so irritating, you’d never think he was capable of looking at you with such danger written all over his face and body. A vein in his neck was visibly pulsing and his hands tightened around each other, knuckles turning white as he inhaled deeply, eyes slightly fluttering closed.

“You smell like flowers, but it’s so—sweet.” His voice was strained as he blinked his eyes open, red glinting back at me as I straightened up in my chair, body suddenly flushing at his words. It was most certainly the alcohol making me feel like this, but I pushed my ponytail behind my shoulders, and I didn’t miss Seonghwa’s eyes focusing on my neck as I cleared my throat.

“Have you tasted sweet blood before?” I whispered, Seonghwa’s jaw clenching and unclenching as if he was fighting back his demons. He said nothing as he shook his head no and I sucked in a deep breath, making eye contact with him, “Would you like to?”

Before I could blink, Seonghwa was up on his feet and next to me, sending his chair to the floor with a loud clank, and I was hauled up by a grip around my bicep. Seonghwa’s long fingers dug into my skin with a bruising force as he sneered down at me, our height difference very obvious. He’s never stood so close to me before.

“You’re playing with fire, Y/N, stop.” He warned, voice deep and eyes flickering from red back to its brown color to red again. I bit my lower lip and stood on my tip toes, lips barely brushing against his earlobe.

“I know you want to bite me, Seonghwa, suck my blood—” What was the reason of my taunting? Probably nothing more than wanting to fuck with him. To finally see him so out of control and desperate, anything like the Seonghwa he always presented himself to be. And it was the alcohol, of course, because I would’ve never asked such thing of him sober. I was ruining my dignity at the moment.

“If anyone finds out…” His voice was horse as he slightly pulled me back, looking down at me, eyes trained on the smooth skin of my neck.

“Nobody will,” I smirked at him, barring my neck more for him as his eyes flicked back to red, “But you have to swear you will keep your mouth shut, Seonghwa.”

“Will you become my supplier, then?” That annoying smirk was back on his lips and I hissed at him, glaring fiercely.

“Don’t overstep your boundaries, asshole.”

“As if you aren’t the one begging me to bite you.”

“As if you aren’t the one desperate to bite me.”

That’s all it took for Seonghwa to finally give in, lips parting and fangs shirking as he opened his mouth more, locking eyes with me. I nodded subtly and my body tensed as Seonghwa slowly leaned down, closer to my neck. My breath caught in my throat as Seonghwa’s plush lips pressed softly against my neck in a small kiss before I felt them retreating and instead two sharp fangs poked against my skin. Before I could have time to rethink my poor choices, the sharp fangs pressed hard into my skin, making me gasp loudly and grasp onto Seonghwa’s shoulders as his teeth tore through my untouched skin, sharp pain erupting in the area as it traveled towards my shoulder and ear. My grip on Seonghwa turned harsh and suddenly I felt him pulling my body flushed against his as he held my nape, sucking on my blood. As soon as the pain came it was gone, the feeling of his fangs foreign as my eyes started becoming blurry, brain fogged up. My lips fell open as my whole body seemed to tingle, from head to toe, and Seonghwa suddenly moaned, lightly pushing me backwards until my hips were pressing against the table. The euphoria was becoming overwhelming as my breathing stuttered and I whined quietly as my head lulled back, knees feeling faint all of a sudden. Seonghwa moaned again, sending vibrations down my neck, my skin covered in goosebumps as I had to grab onto the table with one hand as the other still held onto Seonghwa. Dark spots started covering my vision, but I was unable to speak, unable to let Seonghwa know that he was probably drinking too much. But he must’ve known as suddenly, his cold fangs were gone from my neck, the cool air hitting the marks as Seonghwa’s nose nuzzled against my jaw, breathing hard. I gasped as my knees bucked for a second, Seonghwa’s arms holding me up as my mind slowly started to clear up. The fog was lifting, but just barely, as I squeezed my eyes shut, suddenly the light too much for them. I took deep breaths, the marks pulsed as I was finally able to close my mouth and swallowed, my throat dry all of a sudden. The dark spots were gone, but a slight headache started overtaking the haze, forehead lightly pulsing rhythmically. As I opened my eyes, I was met with Seonghwa staring down at me with lust coating his whole face, his red eyes shinning as he was breathing hard. Apparently I wasn’t the only one affected as my body continued to tingle, a different kind of want overtaking it. Seonghwa’s hand was still gripping my nape and my eyes fell to his plump lips, the inside of the still bloody. Coated with my blood. Something inside of Seonghwa snapped again as he leaned down, crashing his cherry red lips against mine, tasting like iron, nothing like the sweet taste he described. His lips moved against mine hungrily and I kissed him back with just as much fervor, fingers tangling in his pushed back pink hair, yanking on it when he pushed my lips more open with his tongue. His tongue slipped inside my mouth and lapped at my own, sucking on it hard, making me moan involuntarily. Seonghwa’s hands gripped my cheeks hard as my lungs screamed for air, but I was drunk on his warmth and passion, teeth clanking against the other. I bit his lower lip hard, making Seonghwa hiss before I released it, licking the saliva off my lips. Seonghwa went and clipped my lower lip with his suddenly shirked fangs. His breath was fanning my face, quick and hot, and all I could do was look up in his brown eyes and chuckle, pulling my head back slightly to free my lip from his assaults.

“Well, that didn’t hurt nearly as badly as I was expecting it to.” I muttered and Seonghwa smirked, leaning close again that his lips were brushing against mine.

“If you think you’ll ever get away from me after this,” He chuckled and shook his head, “you’re very wrong. Once we have graduated I will request for you to be my guardian.”

“Fuck you.” I snapped, suddenly glaring at him as Seonghwa smirked viciously, “You’ll never have me.”

“Oh, but don’t I already?” He taunted and pressed a soft kiss against my lips mockingly, making me wrestle out of his grip as he just laughed, “I always get what I want.”

“If you tell anyone that I—” Suddenly I felt too sober, suddenly I realized the weight of my actions.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want anyone to know about our dirty little secret, love.” Seonghwa chuckled as I walked away from him, needing to put distance between our bodies, “I hope you do know vampire venom is addictive—”

“Of course, I know!” My voice raised as I whirled around to glare at him, “One bite won’t make me addicted, though.”

“One or two won’t, indeed.” I didn’t like the glint in his eyes nor the promise in his voice. Something told me that this wasn’t the last time he’d come to me to drink my blood. Fuck, I just fucked myself over for a lifetime. Park Seonghwa always gets what he wants, and if he requests for me to be his guardian after graduation, he would get just that. It’s true what they say after all, curiosity killed the cat.

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[ch3rriiii-bunn]

Scream for me

Paring: Karaku x fem!reader

Synopsis: Your boyfriend Karaku has an idea for a Halloween special OF video with you. A knifeplay/roleplay idea♡

Content: Smut, sex work, Karaku and y/n are dating in a modern day au, cosplay, knife play, oral (reader giving), facial (Karaku cums on readers face)

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: So I had this idea for a while... pls hear me out!? Karaku as ghost face? C'mon 🤤

"So I went through your phone when you were in the shower," Karaku said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "And what did you find?" You joked while putting on the rest of your clothes and sat down at your nightstand beginning to do your nightly skin care. "Nothing much. My phone is charging, so I just needed to make a call. However, I didn't know you were into rule34 of ghostface," he chuckled.

You slowly stopped applying the skin care on your face, and your eyes shifted to look at Karaku through the mirror. "....and?" You said with embarrassment from the call out. " "and" it just got me thinking about something." Karaku got up and then put his hands on your shoulders. "C'mon, dont look so embarrassed. I already know what a dirty girl you are," He said, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.

Although Karaku is right, you just couldn't help but slam your face into the palms of your hands as if you were hiding yourself in shame. "Okay, okay! I was looking at ghostface porn. Just say your idea,". You said, with your words being muffled. "Why don't I dress up as ghost face for our next video, mm?" Karaku asked, pulling your handw away from your face.

You were silent for a moment. His idea was good. It was too good and made you realize you should've been the one asking instead of him. The idea of your boyfriend cosplaying ghost face excited you so much, you couldn't help but smile. "Really!? You'd do that for me?" You giggled and looked behind to Karaku. "Of course. It'd be fun, but next time I want you cosplaying a maid," Karaku smirked at you.

"Okay!" You said and hugged him. You didn't even care what you had to wear in return for him, so long as he was cosplaying one of your favorite fictional killers, you'd do anything in return. A week had passed, and it's now the day before Halloween. Whenever you and Karaku wanted to upload a video, you'd make the video the day before posting and especially this one since it had a popular theme to it.

There were two camera's set up. You had the idea of having One camera on the stand, pointing towards you on the floor, tied up and on your knees and another attached to the bed headboard. The camera's were rolling, and you waited for Karaku to come into the room. You lift your head up to hear the doorknob turn and then see the door open. Karaku took a step in.

The first thing to see was his leather boot. Karaku only told you he ordered the mask online, so information about what eles he was wearing was a surprise. Karaku had on regular black jeans, wearing the ghost face mask and then having leather gloves. You almost gasped as you scanned his appearance and found him more attractive since he's shirtless, exposing his musclar build.

You looked up at Karaku with puppy dog eyes as he walked closer and eventually, standing right in front of you with his crotch in your face. In his hand, Karaku had another camera, pointing it to your face and cupping your cheek with his other hand. "Mhm.." You hummed softly as you rest your cheek in his hand. "You're not scared, right?" Karaku asked as his thumb robbed your cheek bone, then moved his hand to your throat, grabbing it just enough to stop some airway.

You tried to speak, but the mouth gag prevented you. Karaku chuckled and then let go of your throat, then grabbed a fist full of your hair. "You look so pretty like this. Just look how how hard you've made me already~" he said, pulling you closer to his crotch and making you see his cock printed out through his pants. "Wanna take this pretty thing off and suck it for me? Or will you scream if I do?" Karaku asked, using his finger to play with the little lock on the mouth gag behind your head.

You nod, pressing your cheek on his cock, poking out in his pants. Karaku unlocks the mouth gag and let's it fall to the ground. You gasped softly, "but... my hands," you said, wiggling your arms a bit and feeling the ropes tighten around your wrists. "Use those teeth~" Karaku said and then put his thumb in your mouth and rubbed it along your teeth. "Okay~" you mange to say with Karaku's tumb in your mouth before he took it out.

You bring your body closer to him and then bite down on the zipper of his pants and begin to pull the zipper down. This would've been easier if your hands weren't tied. You both agreed to having you tied up, but you could tell Karaku was getting more into it. So much he just had to be a little mean by making you do that. All the more exciting.

Karaku pulls his pants down, along with his boxers just enough to pull out his hard, curved downwards cock. "C'mon. Give the tip a kiss with those pretty lips" Karaku said, then, reaching to his back pocket, pulling out a medium-sized knife and holding it to your face "this tip too" he said, lightly tapping the tip of the knife on your bottom lip. The knife used for this roleplay is real. However, Karaku made sure to get a knife that can only do damage with pleasure, so a simple touch wouldn't Injure you.

You felt hesitant for a moment and decided to kiss Karaku's tip first and as you did his cock twitched. You grinned, giving it another kiss and looking up at the camera, then turning your lips towards the knife and putting it between your lips and puckering up, basically kissing the knife. "Good girl. Now get to sucking baby," he said, putting the knife back in his pocket and then letting his pants fall down to his ankles.

You stuck your tongue out and began to lick it from the tip, all the way up his shaft. You continued to keep licking while looking into the camera as you coated his cock in your saliva before opening your mouth and taking him in. Karaku hummed in satisfaction from feeling your warm wet mouth finally take in his erection and making sure to keep the camera in his hand face you so he could capture how your pretty lips look wrapped around his cock.

You start to bob your head, feeling his warm cock slide in and out. You stop for a moment to use your tounge and lick around his tip with his cock still in your mouth. You could already taste the pre cum "yeah... that's it~" Karaku moaned. You took your mouth off and had a big grin on your face, and watched the camera as you go down and begin to suck on his balls. Karaku groans, his breathing becoming more heavy as he tried to hold himself back from cumming when you sucked on the sesntive spot.

Karaku tried to hold out, but he couldn't. He grabbed your hair again and pulled you back to his cock and shoved it back in your mouth "breath through your nose" he said as he starts to thrust his hips in your face "I gotta fuck this pretty mouth. You really know how to make a man go crazy huh?" Karaku said as he starts to fuck your throat.

Your eyes shut as his cock thrusts fast in your mouth and doing your best to hold your jaw open. "Fuck... yeaahh.. haa. Make sure to look up at the camera. C'mon," Karaku let out a dry chuckle with a moaning following behind it."I'm so close.." Karaku said, holding back a whimper. Drool drips down the side of your mouth and down to your chin as you feel his tip hitting the back of your throat, causing you to make gagging sounds.

Karaku continued until his hips down and then pulls you off his cock. He starts to jerk himself of quickly and like that, his cum shoots out on your face, even getting some cum on your tits. Karaku breathes heavy through the mask after his orgasm and continues to do so until he calms down. However, you could see Karaku was still hard. He put the camera down and then helped you up onto the bed.

Once you were on the bed, Karaku put your body down face down, ass up. There is a camera on the headboard on the bed, angled to capture your figure from behind as well as Karaku's body. You watched as Karaku went to his pants to get his knife and come back onto the bed. You tried to look behind to see what he's doing now, but you couldn't with your hands tied. However, you did feel the cold and pointy part of the knife dragging along your skin.

You whimper, with shaley breaths as Karaku continued, "Are you scared? You look so cute when you are," He said, dragging the tip of the knife on your ass and down to your thigh, then inner thigh. "Karaku~" your thighs twitched. "Oh? Sesntive here?" Karaku said, continuing to drag the knife along there. "Ah, look at that. Getting so wet for me already," Karaku lightly pressed the tip of the knife on the wet part of your panties.

"Stop teasing!" You whined, wiggling your hips. That only turned Karaku on more, making him slap the flat part of the knife on your ass and chuckling when you flinched "like that?" He asked and spanked your ass again with the knife "be nice" he slapped again "or I might just fuck your pussy with the handle" he said, turning the knife around and poking the handle on your hole through your panties.

"Like that?" Karaku asked as he kept rubbing the handle up and down your clit before eventually, just rubbing it on your clit. "Yeah~" you answer, shaking your hips side to side slow and even moving your hips up and down to create more friction on the handle. "Look at you. Getting off on a knife like the slut you are" He said and watched you plant your face in the sheets as you become a moaning mess.

"Looks like you like the knife better for you. I'll fuck you with that yeah?" He said, slipping your panties to the side "noo~ i want your cock~" You begged with a soft whimper " please? Please I want it so bad" you said as Karaku watched your pussy throb, basically clenching on nothing but air. Karaku pulled the knife away and turned it around to the sharp part. He slid the knife in your panties and pulled upwards hard enough to cause your panties to rip open.

Karaku cut the other side off and then threw your panties on the floor. He then leaned down, grabbed the ropes, binding your wrists together and cutting you free. Karaku licked his fingers, rubbing your wet hole for extra lubricant and then lined his cock with your pussy and pushed his tip in and then half of his shaft.

"Oh my god~ oh my god right there. Yes~" you moaned, already feeling his curved cock pock your g-spot and couldn't help but push your hips back trying to get all of it inside you. "Easy baby." Karaku's hands grabbed your hips as he shoved the rest inside, making you gasp.

"Yeah, right here?" Karaku asked as his hips snapped, thrusting hard as his skin claps against yours. "Yes!" You whimpered as his cock slides in and out, repeatedly hits your spot. "That's it. Take it like a good girl. Gonna fuck you dumb until your pussy throbs the next day still feeling me inside" Karaku moans as his thrusts became more rough, getting more turned on from your moans getting louder "Louder. I wanna hear you scream for me"

Your back arches more, to have Karaku's cock fuck you deeper with his harsh thrusts as your hand slips between your legs to rub at your clit. It felt so good you could feel your wetness drip down from being stuffed full of cock and biting the sheets from how good it felt. "You've been down there for too long," he grunts as his hand reaches down to your head, pulling you up by your hair.

"Smile for the camrea," Karaku said, making your face the camera. Your moans grew louder, you felt fucked out already but you still manged to smile for the camrea for "ghost face" as he fucks you stupid with your face still having cum on it from earlier and messy hair. "I'm gonna cum~ cum inside me~ cum inside me!~" you let out a high pitched moan and with a few more hard thrusts it turned into scream-ish moans.

"Cum for me" Karaku growls, grabbing your ass, digging his fingers in your skin as he pounds into you, filling you up with his cum. Your mouth hangs open as you squirt with your body twitching. After a few seconds Karaku pulled out of you and grabbed the camrea to point at your fucked out pussy, dripping of his cum.

He put the camera down and then took off his mask and took his hair out of the ponytail in front of the other camera. He kissed your cheek, and you turned around to rest your body on him as Karaku put his arm around you. "Happy Halloween~" he smirked at the camera.

"H-happy Halloween~!" You smiled and with rested eyes.

【𝓣𝓪𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽】:

@keikokashi @willowoldnest @euvwia @axesfordays @gh0stfac3-w1f3y   @hantengucloneswife @iimichie @green-tea-sp00n @bbkook @honeybubblebuttercup @desiray562

[age-of-greta]

Harvest Moon

Author’s note: hi it’s been a minute!!! Here we are starting our Halloween szn series eeeekkk!!! I meant to post this last week but I got caught up. My plan is to post the next two on Fridays and the final one on Halloween. Anywhoooo this was my first crack with a Josh fic so I hope you love it!! Click here for the vibes :)

Pairing: Josh x reader

Warnings: cursing, sexual content, minors DNI

Word count: 2.8k

It was a particularly yucky day outside. It was overcast, windy, chilly, and a light drizzle fell from the sky. Definitely not the weather you had anticipated when you suggested a pumpkin patch date with your boyfriend. You had been so excited to go, take pictures, choose pumpkins, drink cider, and enjoy the day with your favorite person. But the weather had quite literally put a damper on things. Maybe it’s because it was your first fall together or maybe it’s because you had felt extremely sentimental, either way you wanted this day to go perfectly. You and Josh had been together for around 10 months now after a drunken hookup at a New Year’s party blossomed into something beautiful. Almost out of a fairy tale. You struggled to put it into words, but it just felt like he had completed you. You felt whole when he was with you. Which is why you tried to remain optimistic about this day despite the goddamn weather. You adored fall, and all year long you looked forward to having someone to share these activities with. Josh had even made sure to schedule his band’s tour around your fall calendar. That melted your heart into a million pieces.

You sat now by the window staring out into the gloom fidgeting with the frays on your cream cable knit sweater. You wondered if you should change your outfit to dress more appropriately given the circumstances. With your chunky sweater you wore a brown corduroy skirt with sheer black tights and brown chelsea boots. Josh always joked when you wore them that they looked like they were straight out of Jake’s closet.

You saw headlights flash in your driveway and you jolted up with excitement and fled to your door. When you opened the door he was walking towards you with a perfect smile and flowers in hand. He looked so handsome. Light khaki pants, white high top vans, and a white sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up. He sported a triangular necklace and his hair was perfectly unkempt.

“Hi beautiful. How are you?” He asked, as he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Better now.” You gushed, taking in his scent of patchouli and teakwood.

“Got these for you.” He said with a bright grin as he handed you the orange daisies.

You smiled and accepted them. “So romantic! Let me put these in water and we can go.”

You walked back into your kitchen and found a cream colored vase under your island. You filled it halfway with water and plunged the stems in, Josh had already pre-cut them. He was exceptionally thoughtful like that.

“Ready?” You asked with excitement.

“Let’s go.” Josh said, reaching out his hand for you.

You climbed into his Jeep and he shut the door behind you. You clicked your seatbelt as Josh flickered with his phone before entering the car. The engine whirred to life as he smiled and placed his hand on your thigh. Josh hummed Neil Young softly in the background. You glanced over and studied his features. He was so pretty. So soft. Your Josh.

About ten minutes into the drive you realized that Josh wasn’t going the direction he needed to get to the farm you had said you were going to. You furrowed your browns and glanced over at his silent GPS. Forty five minutes away? That seemed impossible. The farm you had discussed was only 19 minutes from your house.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Josh looked over at you and gave you a lazy smile before shifting his eyes back on the road. “The pumpkin patch.”

You cocked your head to the side. “This isn’t the way to Abbott Farms.”

His eyes stayed on the road but he lightly gave your thigh a squeeze. “Nope.”

You made a face, but before you could speak he continued.

“We are going to a different farm, somewhere where the weather will be nicer. I checked the radar the past few days, so I’ve been planning for alternate farms all around here based upon the weather. We are traveling southeast and the bad weather is going more northwest. We should be clear. I know how excited you are for today, so I figure the least I could do was drive you into some better weather.”

You were floored and your heart swelled with love and adoration. That was Josh. The most kind, thoughtful, always planning two steps ahead. Your Josh.

“That’s very thoughtful Mr. Kiszka. How’d I get so lucky?”

He let out a laugh. “I don’t know how you landed such a catch. By the way there are some snacks in the back if you want some. I packed them for the longer car ride. Your favorite m&ms are somewhere.”

You let out a laugh. “Josh! You’re the best. Thank you.”

He grabs your hand with the hand that’s been on your thigh and laces his fingers with yours. “You’re welcome my dear. I love you.”

**

“I like this one!” You yelled to Josh as he jogged to keep up with you.

You had just set your sights on the perfect pumpkin. It was large, round, and was the prettiest shade of orange. You and Josh had arrived at the pumpkin patch nearly an hour ago. First he took you through the corn maze, which you had both figured out rather quickly. Then you got warm apple cider before your mini photoshoot together. Josh never complained once about the hundreds of photos you made him take with you or of you.

“So this one is it huh?” Josh asked, staring down at you with your pumpkin. His hands were on his hips and he was slightly out of breath from jogging uphill.

“Mhm.” You said, giving your new prized possession a rub.

“And you’re sure this pumpkin is better than any pumpkin down that giant ass hill?” He asked, in a joking tone.

“This is the one.” You assured. “And the hill is not that giant.”

He sighed and gave you a smile. “Then we shall have it.” He grabbed the rather large pumpkin and threw it on his shoulder as you both headed back down the hill. Eventually, he would get a cart as you saw the gourds in boxes. By the time you had left you had acquired three large pumpkins, 2 smaller ones, and a plethora of gourds. You were beyond satisfied with your haul. Now it was time to go back to your house and carve them.

Josh loaded up his jeep and began the drive back to your house. It had been quite a blissful way to spend two hours. Josh slightly cracked the windows and blasted the heat so you two could admire the foliage. He truly made you swoon.

When you returned to your house Josh carried in your pumpkins while you lit fall candles and changed into more comfortable clothes. Josh had brought over his “spending the night” bag and changed as well. You wore a pair of fuzzy brown joggers with a white cropped tank. You put on a pair of socks that had little pumpkins all over them. Josh had gone with cream colored sweatpants and a black t-shirt. No shoes of course. You both settled down in your living room, an array of carving tools at your use, both pumpkins plopped down on top of trash bags. There was a black and white horror film that Josh had chosen just beginning. It was one of the many Frankenstein movies. He was such a film geek and you loved that. Your Josh.

“Okay pumpkin. What are you carving on your pumpkin?” Josh asks, giving you a particularly bright smile.

“A scary face I think. Jagged teeth all the way. What are you planning? Something elaborate?”

“Spooky. And no nothing elaborate. Probably a happy face. Everyone loves a happy pumpkin.” He says, reaching up and giving your cheek a pinch.

“Don’t forget to save the best guts! Our homemade pumpkin pie will be what dreams are made of.” You remind him.

“Got it.” Josh says, reaching over for the big knife.

He stabs into his pumpkin and pops off the top. Then he helps you get your knife into your pumpkin, safely. You two spent around 30 minutes de-gutting and carving your pumpkins. It was a surprise reveal type of situation. You had both turned your pumpkins away from one another, sitting in near silence as you both focused on your craft. You had given your pumpkin a set of triangular eyes, a small triangle nose, and a sharp set of gnarly teeth. You left a bit of the flesh out of your pumpkin to give it the appearance that it had just eaten something. You smiled at your creation, satisfied with your work.

“Almost done slowpoke?” You asked Josh, who had a look of sheer concentration masked on his face.

His expression broke and a small smile appeared. “Slowpoke? You can’t rush art baby.”

“Then how do you write songs in less than one day?”

He lets out a chuckle. “I plead the fifth. Anywho yeah yeah I’m done. This is going to blow you away.”

“Ready?” You ask, he nods.

“1…2…3…!”

You both reveal your pumpkins to one another. Josh had created, possibly the cutest pumpkin you had laid eyes on. It had round eyes with small triangles remaining as pupils, a heart nose, and a cute toothy smile.

You giggled at his pumpkin. “Josh! It’s so cute!”

He stifles a laugh. “And yours is horrifying!”

“Thank you.” You reply back with a smirk.

“Okay I’ll clean, light these guys up, and stick them on the porch. You wanna start your pie and I’ll meet you in there?” Josh asks.

You nod and get up grabbing the bowl of pumpkin guts. Josh had already picked out all of the seeds. Thoughtful.

You went through the bowl and pulled out the best chunks, putting them in your food processor to make a purée. Then you gathered the rest of the ingredients you would need. You had already pre-made the crust, so you dusted flour around your island to knead it a bit and press it in the pan. Once the crust was pressed you started to bake it slightly before putting your filling in. Josh returned to the kitchen and began to help. He was actually really good at baking. You two were always baking something together, it was a bonding time between the two of you.

“I think we should add some more nutmeg than the recipe calls for. It will give it that extra pow!”

You let out a laugh. “More nutmeg? Someone’s feeling a bit wild right now.”

“Oooh call me a rebel baby.” Josh said, in a buttery velvet voice as he approached you and planted a rather wet kiss to your lips. He reached behind you and grabbed the nutmeg, returning to the batter.

He dashed some more in and gave it a nice big stir. You grabbed the crust out of the oven so it didn’t overbake.

“Wanna try?” Josh asked, scooping some batter onto his index finger.

You nodded and opened your mouth. You made eye contact and sucked on his finger for just a second longer than necessary.

A smirk appeared on his face. “So naughty.”

“Extra nutmeg was a good call.” You said, innocently.

You grabbed the batter and began to pour it into the crust. Once the bowl was essentially empty, you sprinkled the pie with extra cinnamon and threw it in the oven.

You turned around to see Josh eyeing you. You knew what he was thinking.

Still, you pretended to be oblivious, and started to throw the dishes in the sink and clean up the island. Josh grabbed the batter bowl and slinked around to you.

“You got something right there.”

You slightly furrowed your brows. “Where?”

He stepped close to you, incredibly close.

“Here.” He said, obviously wiping batter onto your neck.

“Josh!” You said with a surprised laugh.

“So messy.” He said as he clicked his tongue. “What ever am I going to do with you?”

“Whatever you want.” You said faltering, voice just above a whisper.

He leaned in and licked a stripe up your neck, getting all of the batter off. He didn’t stop once it was gone, giving you a small bite on the most tender of flesh.

You leaned your head back and let out an exhale and his hands met your hips. He kissed up your neck until he met your lips, his tongue already eager for yours. You reached up and wrapped your hands into his hair, giving a few gentle tugs. That always drove him crazy. He groaned into your mouth and pressed his body into yours, his hands touching everything he could. Then, in a swift motion he gave your ass a nice squeeze and lifted you up onto the island. He stood in between your legs and began to kiss down your neck. You shuddered with anticipation and butterflies circled throughout your belly. He nipped at your collarbone while his hand found the swell of one of your breasts. He slowly pulled your top down before continuing his descent. His tongue rolled over your nipple as he began to suck and bite. Your head fell back and you were fighting to keep your eyes open as the sensations overtook your body. One of his hands met your hip and you were about to start begging. Luckily, he was working rather quickly as he slid your pants down leaving you just in your panties. His warm hands traveled all around your thighs as his mouth met yours again. When your lips disconnected, he made eye contact with you before sinking to the floor on his knees. He grabbed the back of your thighs and threw them over his shoulders, pulling your body closer to him. He started to lightly kiss the inside of your thighs. You threw your hands back to brace yourself, still wanting to sit up just the slightest to get to see some of the show. His tongue licked up over your clothed center and you let out a soft moan.

That’s one thing that always got Josh going. Your sounds. He loved being cheered on, call it a frontman thing.

He hooked his fingers under your panties and yanked them down, leaving you bare in front of him.

“So perfect.” He growled as he connected his lips to your center.

You let out shuddering breaths trying to breath through the ride you were currently taking on his face. Josh continued to send you over the edge as he added two fingers into you, dipping first then taking the plunge.

“Josh…” You whined lowly.

He briefly disconnected his face from you, replacing his tongue with his caressing thumb.

“C’mon baby I know you’re almost there. Be a good girl and give it to me.”

His encouragement and tongue back in that certain spot was enough to send you over the edge as you threw your head back and gave into pure bliss. Josh dug his fingers into your flesh as you ground yourself further and further until you swore you saw stars. You were a mess as you tried to come back to your senses. Josh always made you feel like you were in a sensory deprivation tank when he was done with you. The only thing that made you come back to Earth was a timer dinging.

Fuck. You thought. How long had Josh had you on this counter? The second ding is what really brought you back to life as Josh continued to slowly kiss your thighs to ease you back.

You took a deep breath to collect yourself. “The pie’s done.” You said, reaching down and wiping your slick off of his face. “Hopefully you haven’t ruined your appetite.”

He grins at you. “My appetite? Darling I’m insatiable, particularly for you. But, I’ve just had the sweetest thing known to man, not sure if the pie will compare.”

You giggle at his antics. “Wanna continue this later?”

He starts to get up and leans over and plants a kiss on your lips. “Yes ma’am. Let’s see how this pie looks.”

He helps you down off the counter and pulls your pants back around your waist, giving your ass a squeeze.

You clean up a little, then grab your oven mitts so you can get your pie out to cool. Josh opens the window above the sink as you sit it on the windowsill.

“Smells good. You’re so talented.” He said as he wrapped you into a hug from behind, pressing his lips to your temple.

He was so kind, so supportive, so gentle, so sweet. He got you in a way that no one else could even begin to. He was the flame that lit your soul. Ignited you. Preserved you. Saved you. That was him.

Your Josh.

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Too Sweet Tooth

Cassandra Vole x M/C, Cassandra Vole x Reader A03 Summary: Spooky season is here, you’re feeling a little unsettled by it all. What with all the dementors flying around. You need a little assistance in getting some sleep. A/n: Tooth rotting fluff (lol). Some spoilers for the Nightmare Before Halloween side quest. The main quest is lacking a little bit of Cass, also my M/C’s scar story is taking longer than I expected. *Shares are appreciated* 1k words Divider by: @saradika-graphics

Since it was nearing the end of October, the entire castle was decorated for Halloween festivities. Pumpkins floated all over, different music was playing, and themed sweets covered the tables. Fake bats hung from the ceiling, and the ceiling's color was darker than usual. An image of the moon projected above, and stars danced in the night sky.

“Look guys, the Great Hall is all decorated again!” Ivy looked at the decorations in awe.

“Look at all these sweets." Daniel took a closer look at the cupcake tower on the tables, "Looks like some students have already started decorating them.” He picked up a few plain cupcakes for decorating. The three of you sit down beside Lottie, Robyn, and Kevin.

Your gaze was instantly drawn to the chocolate. There was an overwhelming amount—oh no. For a moment, your expression twisted in disgust, feeling nauseated at the thought of it. Surely, you had enough to last a lifetime.

Ivy grabs a few sweets, handing a few to you before placing the others in her bag. You wave your hand dismissively, “No more sweets, I can’t stand the taste right now. My drawers are filed with them."

“I’m excited to see what everyone will be dressing up as this year?” Lottie said beside you, looking up from her sketchbook. Having been spooked enough these past few weeks, you decided to wear something simple like an animal onesie. Maybe you could tempt Cass into matching-

“Check you those guys over there, think they’re all tough walkin around dressed up like dementors.” Robyn exclaimed, pointing over her shoulder to a couple Gryffindoor upperclassman a few tables away.

“There are always those few who will ruin it all. I’m sure some houses will be throwing parties now that quidditch season is picking up.” Kevin sighed, knowing if your house was going to throw a party no one would be getting any sleep that night.

“C’mon Kev have some fun.”

“Speaking of fun, what is everyone dressing up as this year?” You knew Lottie was working hard on her costume. Spending countless hours at Diageon Aly and Hogsmeade to find materials.

“Winifred and I are going as…”

Your attention lingers on the students dressed as Dementors; there’s something unsettling about their costumes. Shortly after Cassandra entered the room. Followed by the Frey twins clad in torn dark robes, probably to frighten the younger students. Ever since the dementor attacks, you realize, it’s been a while since Cassandra last directed her snarky remarks at your group. This was a relief, as meeting her in the library or the Room of Requirement would ease the tension.

~~

Hogsmeade, weren’t you just… Since when was the town so empty. Even with the attacks usually at least one other person is roaming the streets. As you visited each store, you were greeted by layers of dust, cobbles, and trash. You knew the shopowners very well and they would have never left the stores in such a messy condition.

When walked back outside to the end of the street something in the distance caught your eye. Why was there a giant chocolate frog on the edge of the town?! Just looking at it made you feel a little sick in the stomach.

You weren't going crazy. It seems like they were following you, another chocolate frog appeared on the other side of the town. So menacing especially since the town was so empty. When did a dementor get here?!

Ok so it was just a dream, luckily Daniel and Ivy were able to join you in the town to prove what you experienced was all a dream. Out of nowhere, this heavy fog emerged, separating the three of you. There was a familiar temperature drop in the air. Wait, is that Ivy in the distance? Another dementor!

~~

You immediately open, confused by what just happened. Apparently now chocolate is haunting your dreams. So much for the dementors scarring you, now you’re dreaming about chocolate. Maybe you should start handing it out to others or send it to Honeydukes due to the shortages.

You’re pulled from your thoughts, Cassandra stirring slightly above you. You were seated on a couch in the room of requirement, a blanket wrapped around the two of you, and the fireplace lit across from you. Ever since the dementor attack, your body has felt colder than usual, which makes sense considering a part of your soul was taken.

Before you fell asleep, you remembered Cassandra leaning against you as she drifted off. Not long after, you started to feel tired, so you adjusted your position to lie flat on the couch. You were certainly warm now, a little too warm. With the chilly weather, you switched to warmer pajamas, but now, with the added fire, blanket, and an extra person, you were starting to feel cramped. You couldn't bring yourself to wake her, knowing how hard she had been studying for the upcoming tests. Practicing the patronus charm took a lot of energy out of the user.

Luckily your wand was on the table, reaching out as slowly as possible so as not to disturb her you cast aguamenti to dim the flames. Not realizing you could simply ask the room to dim the fire, a bunch of hissing can be heard from the water evaporating. Your eyes widen, afraid you have just woken her up.

“Are you incapable of being still for more than a few minutes.” Cassandra groaned, and instead of lifting her head, she simply turned it to rest on your chest. She shifted her arms to wrap around your sides.

“I’m sorry Cass.” You apologized, placing your wand back onto the table and moving it to her back. Instinctively, you began tapping your index finger, only realizing it when she let out a sigh.

“What was it you were dreaming about?”

You hesitated for a moment. “Dementors.”

She caught the hesitation in your voice, “And?”

“There ware chocolate frogs all over the town. A giant one that looked so menacing.”

“Chocolate frogs?” It sounded absurd, but she didn’t say it in a teasing tone. Instead, she nuzzled closer to you.“Go back to sleep, it’s clear you’re losing your mind.”

Why couldn’t you just dream about something other than chocolate or dementors? As if you aren’t constantly thinking about them. It would be nice if you could have a normal year where things wouldn’t get too crazy, similar to Harry and his friends never catching a break.

“We should probably go back to the dorms before someone walks in.” As much as you didn’t want to move, the two of you weren’t the only ones who use the room. You knew almost everyone who roamed the halls after hours, especially curious foreign students.

Instead of a response you’re met with sounds of soft breathing. She resembles a cat which was a little funny having the reputation of being the Slytherin Princess and all. Looks like the two of you were going to stay here a bit longer, maybe you’ll finally be able to get some sleep.

~~

The next day you two were studying together in the Library, sitting side by side.

“So Cass, what are you dressing up as this year?” You face her, propping your chin on your hand.

She doesn’t bother looking up form her book. “Nothing, why would I?”

“I was thinking, what if we-” You were cut off by a flick to the forehead.

“No. Focus or you won’t pass the next exam.”

Before you shift your focus back to the books, you catch a small smile on Cassandra’s face before it disappears.

[tatiablack]

THE BLACK VOLUME OF THE DEAD

CHAPTER ONE

LONDON

Remus nervously tapped his foot as he scanned the crowded dance floor of Pandemonium. A club notorious for hosting all manner of Downworld revelries and occasionally attracting clueless mundanes dabbling in the supernatural. So long as the Accords were upheld and no mundanes came to harm, it seemed all was fair game. As a Nephilim, it was their duty to maintain the peace between Downworlders and Mundanes. But here they were, James and Sirius beside him, on an unapproved mission to track down a rogue demon. The rooftop of the popular club was filled with pulsing music and neon lights, but Remus couldn't shake off the feeling that this was a terrible idea.

"Found him," James suddenly exclaimed, snapping Remus out of his thoughts. He followed James' gaze to a figure with blue hair and shimmering skin making their way into the club without any trouble from the bouncer after all he looked no different than the hundreds of people here dressed as vampires and werewolves, it was Halloween after all. It had to be the Ravener demon they were looking for.

Ravener demons are sinister creatures known for their shapeshifting abilities and insatiable hunger for human flesh. These malevolent beings are cunning hunters, capable of assuming various forms to deceive and ambush their prey.

"We don't have permission for this, we could get in trouble!" Remus argued, but James just laughed.

Remus was supposed to keep an eye on these two idiots till The potters came back from Idres. There has been tension in the Downworld the past couple of months with the renewal of the accords approaching, The Clave seems to be ..well Remus wants to say tense but the Clave is always tense. But when they got a tip that there had been 3 mundane killings in the past week, Sirius and James decided that they simply couldn’t just wait for orders, and Remus Agreed, although he’d never admit it.

"We're Nephilim, Moony. We make our own rules," Sirius chimed in with a mischievous smirk.

Remus sighed as he realized he was outnumbered once again. They were already caught up in the excitement of the hunt, and there was no stopping them now. As much as he hated to admit it, Sirius had a point – demons needed to be dealt with immediately before they caused harm.

"Time to party," Sirius declared with a grin as they made their way into the club, ready to take down the Ravener demon before anyone else got hurt.

The trio weaved through the pulsing crowd, their movements calculated and synchronized as they made their way towards their target. The thumping bass pounded in Remus' chest, adding a layer of tension to the already charged atmosphere of the club. As they drew closer, Remus couldn't help but notice how the other club-goers seemed to instinctively move out of the way, creating a clear path for the Ravener demon they were after.

Its electric blue hair stood out even under the neon lights, giving it an otherworldly aura. But beneath its striking appearance lurked a dangerous energy that sent a shiver down Remus' spine.

“So what's the plan then, we can’t just attack it here in the middle of the dance floor. It will attract too much attention,” Remus Siad,

“Easy distraction, we lure it out,” Siris suggested

“Let me guess you wanna be the bait?” Remus raised an eyebrow, knowing Sirius's penchant for risky gambits

Sirius just smirked. Of course he is, Remus thought. He never could understand how Sirius liked to gamble with his life all the time, sleeping with Faeries, and Vampires, even though they should not be dealing with Downworlders to begin with, he never had the urge to follow rules anyway.

“May I ask how are you planning on doing that?” James asked,

“Watch and learn boys, even demons can’t resist my charm,” Sirius gave Remus a sly wink before he disappeared into the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor.

“He’s gonna be fine Moony,” James said

Sirius couldn't tear his eyes away from the Ravenor demon, its form adorned with mesmerizing blue hair. Beauty, even in the guise of a demon, captivated him. His mind drifted to the intricate art of shapeshifting, a concept that had always intrigued him deeply. The notion of being able to transform into anything or anyone stirred a longing within him, especially during moments of solitude when his inner turmoil became deafening. Yet, amidst his yearning, a nagging question lingered: If he could alter his external appearance, would it mend the darkness gnawing at his core, or would the emptiness within persist?

“A demon is a demon no matter how it looks”

Shaking off the tumult of his thoughts, Sirius refocused on the task at hand. It was time to charm a demon.

The pounding rhythm of the music enveloped Sirius as he moved with fluid grace on the dance floor, his body swaying in sync with the pulsating beat. Every step was a calculated dance, a seductive invitation to the Ravenor demon who watched him from the shadows. Sirius's movements were a language of their own, a silent promise of pleasure and danger intertwined.

Sirius glanced back at the bar where he had left Remus and James. James, ever the charmer, was surrounded by a group of humans in extravagant fairy costumes. Sirius couldn't help but wonder if one of them was an actual fairy or just a mundane dressed-up. But his attention quickly shifted as his gaze met Remus's across the room.

Remus's intense focus on him sent shivers down Sirius's spine. He was addicted to that look, which is why he threw himself into any situation that would draw Remus's attention to him. It wasn't easy to capture Remus's attention; Sirius still remembered how uninterested and aloof he seemed when they first met. As a Black, Sirius wasn't used to someone not being immediately drawn to his charm. He envied Remus's love for books, always seen with one in hand. And his painting room, off-limits to everyone but Remus. Sirius longed to be a part of Remus's world in some way. After many failed attempts, he discovered that putting himself in danger seemed to do the trick.

As he drew closer to the demon, Sirius's gaze locked onto its piercing eyes, a challenge and an invitation all in one. The demon's lips curved into a sly smile, mirroring Sirius's own playful smirk. They circled each other like predators in a mesmerizing dance, the tension crackling between them palpable even amidst the chaos of the club.

"Care to join me?" Sirius purred, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down the demon's spine.

The demon's response was a sultry laugh, a melodic sound that echoed in the dimly lit space. "I'm already enjoying the show, darling. But perhaps I could be persuaded to partake in a more private performance."

Sirius's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Lead the way, then."

As they stepped out into the cool night air, the demon's demeanor shifted, its grip tightening around Sirius's waist as it cornered him against the wall. It was then, in the dim light outside the club, that the demon's gaze fell upon black and appeared as if burned into Sirius's neck—a celestial rune, unseen amidst the club's darkness.

The demon recoiled its grotesque features contorting in shock and disgust. "Nephilim!" it hissed, recoiling further as if burned by the mere presence of Sirius. With a mischievous smirk, he quipped, "Oops."

The demon lunged forward in a rage, but before it could reach Sirius, an arrow pierced its shoulder and sent it stumbling back with a cry of pain. In the distraction, Sirius expertly wielded his whip and tackled the creature to the ground.

"What's the hurry? I thought we were just getting started," Sirius taunted with an unwavering smirk as he stood victorious over the fallen demon.

The air was thick and tense as the three Shadowhunters, James, Remus, and Sirius, stood in a triangle formation facing off against the Ravener demon at the backdoor of Pandemonium. The moonlight cast eerie shadows across the cobblestones, illuminating the trio and their demonic adversary locked in a deadly standoff.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at the large, imposing demon in front of him.

“What brings an ugly fucker like you here?” Sirius asked, his black leather jacket creaking as he crossed his arms.

The demon sneered and spat on Sirius's foot in disgust.

Sirius chuckled and put a hand over his heart. “Oh, you wound me.” he said sarcastically “I thought we liked each other.”

James rolled his eyes at Sirius's flirting and interjected, "Stop trying to charm the demon, Sirius."

"But he's such a handsome devil," Sirius smirked, emphasizing the word 'handsome.'

Ignoring Sirius's comment, Remus stepped forward and addressed the demon directly. "I assume you're not too pleased that your plans were interrupted," he said calmly.

The demon growled in response, but Remus continued undaunted. "Well, I'll make this quick for you." He drew out his seraph blade from its sheath. The demon's red eyes widened in fear as it recognized the weapon meant to harm creatures like itself.

"I have done nothing wrong." the demon hissed, its voice dripping with venom.

Sirius's thin lips curled into a disdainful smirk.

"Your very existence is wrong," he retorted, his words ringing out like shards of glass through the darkness. Remus couldn't help but flinch at the harshness in Sirius's tone, so different from the playful banter they often shared.

The demon winced in pain as Sirius's leather whip tightened around its form, eliciting a guttural growl of protest. "I was summoned," it confessed, its voice strained with agony.

The demon sneered, its blood-red eyes scanning the trio with malicious intent. Its slimy skin was a sickly shade of green and reeked of sulfur.

"I was summoned by one of you," it hissed,

James's hand instinctively tightened around his seraph blade, ready to strike at any moment.

"Shadowhunter summoning a Ravener demon?" James asked

Remus and Sirius shared a worried glance, knowing the repercussions if this were true.

"Hypothetically, if that were true," Remus began, "a Shadowhunter could only achieve that through forbidden rituals or by wielding dark magic."

"Which is strictly forbidden," Sirius interjected, his grip on his whip tightening as he glared at the demon.

"But they could do it with the help of a warlock," Remus added solemnly.

The trio exchanged alarmed looks at this revelation. Why would a Shadowhunter turn to such dark practices?

" for what?" James demanded, his voice laced with disbelief.

Sirius scoffed at the idea. "Who would be foolish enough to seek help from a warlock without the permission of the Clave, summoning a demon of all things? Its against the accords anyway"

The demon struggled to form coherent words, its breaths coming in ragged gasps as Sirius tightened his hold on the whip. Its bloodshot eyes darted around frantically before finally managing to choke out a name: "Riddle."

A chill ran down Remus's spine at the mention of the name. Riddle was a Rogue Shadowhunter who had been presumed dead for 10 years. His mastery of dark magic and disdain for the Accords were well-known among their world.

Sirius let out an incredulous laugh. "Not this again! Every time we capture one of you slimy fuckers, you claim Riddle is behind it all. He's dead, practically your neighbor!"

To their horror, the demon wheezed out a laugh in response, its eyes glinting with malice. "Death is not the end for those who dabble in darkness," it rasped, sending shivers down their spines.

Sirius raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Wow, I had no idea demons could be so eloquent. How interesting." He turned to Remus and James with a smirk. "Can we send it back to hell now?"

"Mock me all you want, but it's true. Riddle has returned," the demon confessed with a wheezy breath.

Remus furrowed his brow in confusion. What does that even mean? he thought to himself. How is that even possible? Riddle was supposed to be dead, and his followers were either deceased or imprisoned by the Clave. But as Remus's thoughts were interrupted by the chaos around him, he looked over to see Sirius strangling the demon with his whip, eyes filled with unbridled rage.

"He's coming back for his followers," the demon cackled, blood dripping from its lips. "He's back and he will kill you all." Its laughter bordered on madness. "Except maybe you," it said to Sirius, a twisted smirk on its face. "After all, your father was a faithful follower of his. How is he by the way? rotting still in that prison of yours? Can’t believe your people did not kill him, I wonder why"

Sirius stood rooted to the spot, his body quivering with a tumultuous blend of apprehension and rage. The demon's piercing red eyes bore into him with a ferocity that sent shivers down his spine. In a fleeting moment of distraction, the demon wriggled free from his grasp, its slick, scaly skin slipping through his fingers like water. With a guttural snarl, it lunged at Sirius with a vicious onslaught of claws and teeth, its breath reeking of sulfur and decay.

But Sirius was ready, deflecting each attack with swift and precise movements. James stood by his side, unsheathing his own Seraph blade with lightning speed to join in the fight. Remus notched an arrow in his bow, ready to aim. The demon slipped from Sirius's grasp and made a move towards Remus. With a steely resolve, Remus aimed at the infernal creature, his arrow trained on its beating heart. But before he could release it, Sirius's whip wrapped around the demon’s neck, coiling tightly and constricting its movements. With a grunt of exertion, Sirius dragged the thrashing demon to the ground, his grip unyielding and merciless.

Seizing the opportunity, James pounced upon the writhing demon, pinning it down with all his might as he drove his Seraph blade deep into its chest with a swift, decisive strike. A bloodcurdling scream echoed through the night as the demon writhed in agony, its body crumbling to ash as the flames of destruction consumed it. The stench of burning flesh and sulfur fill the air. Exhausted but victorious, the trio breathed a sigh of relief as they surveyed the destruction around them.

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Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 31

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years by the time his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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“We have three days.” Alex paced up and down his apartment. “Three days before this party.”

“And we’ll be prepared! Let’s just go over what we’re telling everyone. And then we can plan last-minute costumes.”

“Damián, we already talk about costumes—“

“You’re crushing my heart! Can we do something small?”

Alex threw his head back. “What are your ideas?”

“Here me out. Bert and Ernie.”

Alex laughed. “Bert and Ernie?”

“All we need to do is find the sweaters.”

“Three days before Halloween?”

Damián sighed. “You’re such a pessimist. I guarantee you we can thrift something.”

Alex wasn’t the biggest fan of dressing up, but Damián looked excited and Alex wanted to make him happy. It felt like the least he could do to make up for all the trouble Damián had gone to.

“Okay,” Alex said. “We can try finding something tomorrow?”

Damián punched the air. “Yes! I promise you it shouldn’t be hard to find striped sweaters. Unless every other gay couple in New York snagged them.”

“I have a hunch at least 80% of gay men living in New York have bought Bert and Ernie sweaters by now.”

Damián leaned forward over his knees and propped his chin on his hand. Alex didn’t know where they stood with what was a lie and what was the truth. There was no clear line anymore. They could go to the party as a couple, but it wouldn’t be totally fake. At least, he didn’t think it would be.

“You’re making your worried face again,” Damián said.

“What face?”

“The one you’re making right now! Your eyebrows are all pinched together. And that’s not good for you. You’re going to get premature wrinkles.”

Alex sighed. “What are we going to tell everyone?”

“We’re going to tell everyone that your co-workers set us up one night and that we hit it off.”

“I know, but—“

Alex still was not totally comfortable with the idea of hiring Damián. It still felt selfish and wrong—even more so now that there were real feelings involved. It felt like Alex wasn’t just exploiting his profession but his emotions.

Anxiety was gnawing away at him. His heart had been racing all night. He had picked away at the skin of his thumb until it bled along his nail.

“But what?” Damián asked. “We’ve been working on this for a month. We’re going for an hour, mingling and rubbing this whole thing in your co-workers’ faces, and then we’ll throw in some sappy things before we leave.”

They hadn’t been working on the whole thing all month. They had gotten distracted.

Alex pressed his hand to his forehead. The whole thing was a nightmare. He wished he had never suggested the stupid idea to Damián in the first place.

But then he would have never gotten to know Damián. He wouldn’t have Damián sitting in front of him with a lopsided smile. He would just be getting ready for work the next day, not even realizing what he was missing out on.

Damián held his arms out. Alex walked towards them, taking Damián’s hands. For a few moments, they just stared at each other.

“Listen,” Damián said. “All we really need to do is make an appearance. We can ditch any time and find something else to do for the rest of the night. Even if that’s just coming back here and watching a movie. Or going to Eve’s party.”

He put his hands on Alex’s hips, and Alex’s worry started to melt away. With Damián with him, in front of him, holding him, he felt good. Damián wouldn’t be stroking his hips with his thumbs if he didn’t want to. He wouldn’t be making plans with Alex after the scheme was officially complete.

“You don’t want to do anything with Leo?” Alex asked. “You said you always do something with him on Halloween.”

“You remember that?”

“Yeah!”

Damián smiled, briefly, and then shrugged. “Leo and I actually had a whole thing last night.”

“What kind of thing?”

“A fight kind of thing.”

Thinking about how often Damián had spoken highly of Leo, Alex thought it must have taken a lot to start a fight between them. But then he thought about the times he had actually seen Leo and Damián together and how Damián had scolded Leo every time.

“What happened?” Alex asked.

“It’s a long story.” Damián shrunk in on himself just a touch. “It’s a whole thing with our family. I’ll explain it someday. But I think things between me and him are going to be tender for a bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I think we need a little space to ourselves. He’s stressed about school, and I’ve had our thing going on—we’ll be fine once everything starts to calm down. By May, everything will be good.”

“May’s seven months from now.”

“But if you need to talk about it, I’m here.”

“I know you are.” Damián squeezed his hips. “Thank you.”

Alex was lucky to have found Damián. He was feeling himself become a new person—a better person. There were more breaks in his anxiety. He had stood up to Alex. He was even making new friends with Martin and Sam.

Damián inspired Alex the way that a new year inspired people who made resolutions to go the gym and start eating healthier. With Damián, Alex thought that he could turn his whole life around. He’d be more social. Maybe he would read a book! He was feeling good about that. He was really hyping himself up to find one.

“I have to head out,” Damián said. “I have a client tonight.”

Alex whined, realized he was whining, and internally cringed at himself. He couldn’t be one of those people who pouted when his partner—his whatever Damián was to him—left the room.

“Okay,” he said, composed. “Be safe.”

“I always am.” Damián rose, letting his hands linger on Alex’s hips. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

He almost leaned in for a kiss. Alex saw him start to bend forward. But then he stopped and straightened. He gave Alex another squeeze.

“I’ll see you later,” he said.

“See you later.”

Damián showed himself out, passing Eve on her way in. She complained about just missing him, but he promised he’d see her at the book club meeting tomorrow. Giovanni’s Room, he said, was sitting almost finished on the bookshelf right at that moment.

Where Damián disappeared from Alex’s sight, Eve replaced him. She threw her bag down and looked expectantly at Alex.

“Can we get dinner?” she asked.

“Sure. You can order whatever.”

It was another thing about him that was changing. He was nicer to Eve. He was letting her order dinners and little treats here and there. Overall, his fondness for her was growing. He had always loved her—of course, he loved her from the second he met her. But now he was actually liking her. As a friend and as his baby sister.

With no supervision, he handed her his phone.

Alex stared at the closed door. The paint was peeling from it in little slivers. It had been peeling ever since he moved in. He had been so excited for his own place that he had overlooked all the sloppy paint jobs and rusting faucets and the weirdly-placed light switch inside the shower. It didn’t matter to him that the place didn’t look that nice. He could create distractions with IKEA shelves and cleverly placed framed art from thrift stores.

He also knew, when he began renting the place, that hardly anyone would ever see the inside. There would be no one who would notice the scratches in his cupboards or the small fragments missing from the corners of his countertop—only noticeable when one looked really hard. His mother, of course, noticed the second she set foot in his apartment. But she didn’t count. She would find a flaw in any place he lived.

Eve unlocked his phone. Her black nails curled around it as she typed and threw herself down on the couch. She wasn’t going to extend its lifespan any further if she kept abusing it. There was no way they could afford a new pull-out anytime soon.

“Ew,” Eve said. “Damián texted you.”

“Don’t read my texts!”

Alex snatched his phone from her hands. She looked up with a snarl.

Don’t stay up too late worrying about the party. It’ll be fine <3

“You guys are starting to get gross,” Eve said.

“You’re starting to get gross.” He shoved his phone back. “Just order something.”

“I was trying to before your boyfriend started sending you love letters.”

“He’s not—“

Alex didn’t know. There wasn’t a word for what they were. Eve gave him a sympathetic look. If anyone could understand his confusion and chronic, self-sabotaging loneliness, it was her. But he was determined not to let it get the best of him. After the party, Alex would ask Damián what their next steps would be.

“Do you want Indian?” Eve asked.

“Get whatever.”

“Do you want me to pay the delivery fee? I can Venmo you.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Eve ordered and laid Alex’s phone on the coffee table, next to a coffee ring she had put there a year ago. He couldn’t care less about what Eve was ordering or how much he was going to pay. A little part of him ached for Damián to return.

Their schedules would never work out all that great. Alex worked through the mornings and into the evening. Damián seemed to work mostly at night. The window that they got to spend time together was narrow. But still, there were the Monday night dinners Alex hoped would continue. There were the nights Damián didn’t have to work. If they still continued to see each other, they could make it work. That was the one thing Alex was optimistic about.

Another text from Damián came.

If you need to talk later, I’ll let you know when I’m done with this client. I can’t promise that I’ll be free before it’s late, though. He has me booked for hours.

Alex texted back, Who’s this client?

Some guy. I don’t think he’s anything special. We’re getting drinks and heading to a hotel room.

He better keep you entertained if you’ll be with him all night

10 bucks says he’s going to finish early and head out, and I get free money.

10 bucks says he needs all that time to finish

Oh god.

Hour one is him hyping himself up in the bathroom. Hour two is weird foreplay

How weird are we talking?

I’m thinking animal pelts and chanting. A good dose of some type of cultural appropriation.

Fuck. Now I’m scared. Thanks, Alex.

Good luck! Let me know when you get home.

Eve turned on a true crime show. Alex put his phone down and watched with her. It would be something he could talk to Damián about later. A cult, an abduction, and some more heinous crimes that made Alex feel ill. He didn’t know what Damián and Eve found appealing about these shows. All it did was make Alex fear what sort of freaks were out there looking to take advantage of someone.

It was all about being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Just being in the wrong bar seemed to be all it took sometimes.

[slasherbish]

Quiet Nights Part 10

You bit your nails while intently looking at the moving people taking things out of your roommates room. The days were counting down and to say you were anxious was an understatement. With each item that was removed your friend was one step closer to moving in. It was exciting and terrifying all at once. Three more days and this person that you barely knew would be out for good. You had already bought a few things from Ikea for the room, mostly a dresser, and a desk. Did you know how to put them together? No. Would you probably tell Michael that since he doesn’t work that he can put them together? Yes. They figured that since he seemed to be fairly crafty that it might be fun for him, like a puzzle.

“Hello earth to (y/n). I was asking you something.” Your roommate waved their hand in front of you trying to get your attention. You shook your head and looked at them “Hm? I wasn’t paying attention.” You told them 

“Yeah I know. I was wondering if you want to adopt Pumpkin Pants. She hates traveling and I thought since she knows you that she would be happy living here.” They explained. “Oh yeah yes of course I can. She’s the prettiest ragdoll cat I’ve ever seen.” You replied happily looking at the orange and black fluffy cat sunbathing on the couch. You hoped to whatever entities were out there that Michael would like the cat and not eat the cat. You knew very well that he had eaten rats and dogs before. “Thank you so much for keeping her. I’ll leave all her stuff with you.” They gave you a small hug and went back to directing the moving men. 

Back in the man cave the infamous killer sat reading the newspaper that his human had brought him. He felt the need to keep up with what was happening in the outside world in order to better sneak his way from place to place. He had already been planning out how he would make his way over to the apartment without being seen. The man also wondered what an apartment was like to live in. In all honesty the killer had only ever lived in his childhood home and psychiatric hospitals. Neither were very happy places. A feeling that he recognized as anxiety had bubbled up. His childhood hadn’t been happy and he could still hear the screams of others in the hospitals. 

Nights were filled with terror. Even as a child he had been put in with much older much worse offenders. He had killed his sister and he knew that. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t change the past. He brought her home whenever he could on halloween. Without realizing it he had ripped the newspaper in half. Michael huffed and threw it on the ground. The man had a difficult time with those memories. Laying down on a bed of blankets that his human had given him he decided to try to sleep away the anxiety of living in such a mundane place soon. 

At the apartment your roommate had gone out for the night. You looked at the nearly empty room and heard the small meow. Turning they picked up the fluffy cat and petted her head gently. “In less than a week you get to see your new daddy…” You said and caught yourself. Why had you said that? It had to be just trying to baby talk to the cat right? He was just a friend, yeah a friend and that’s it. You thought.

tags: @vampire-hunter @babygurl97 @adaydreamaway08 @villainfan

[mr-smith-stories]

Mr. Smith #26 Murder Mystery Part One

Mr. Smith woke up early that morning, excited to start his new job. He ran down the marble staircase of his new mansion like a child on Christmas morning. It was the perfect comparison- after all, children had a lot in common with Mr. Smith- their genius level IQ and their maturity level.

Mr. Smith saw his friends crowding around the middle of the stairs. Curious about the commotion, he called out to his friends. “Hello, Philip! Bob, Frankie! Where’s Simon? He’s supposed to help me with my Abnormal Psychology homework. My professor says if I continue to not do assignments, my grade will drop significantly! I’m already at a negative 200 in the class!”

“I’m right here,” Simon replied. Mr. Smith saw that Philip was dangling Simon over the edge of the stairs. “Philip wanted me to give him money, and I said no.”

Mr. Smith turned to Philip. “But you have $1 million in the bank after you blackmailed that movie star last week.”

Philip sighed. “I lost the check. I gave it to Amy for safekeeping. She said she put it somewhere secret, and then forgot where.”

“Oh. My. God!” Amy yelled from behind Mr. Smith. “I trust the wrong people with my money TOO! One time, I found a gold bar just sitting there in the middle of the street. Someone forgot it was there! I took it home, like, kaa- ching I’m rich! I gave it to Susan to hide, and then later I found out where she hid it- in the back of a random person’s truck! We ran out to the road only to see them driving away! I never saw that gold again. It was so ANNOY- ING!”

“That WAS annoying!” Susan walked up beside Amy. “Something like that happened to me TOO! One time, I was working as a security guard at a bank, and someone was robbing the bank, and they told me to guard the diamonds in the back because apparently, diamonds are like, really expensive! I realized that when robbing a bank, a robber would find the diamonds too easily in the safe! So I took them out and gave them to some guy in a black mask to hide! I still don’t know why I got fired!”

Mr. Smith scratched his head. “Why was he wearing a mask inside the bank? Was it Halloween?”

Susan sighed. “It was July. Sometimes they do Christmas in July, so I just thought it was Halloween in July.”

Mr. Smith began to gesture and mouth things. “What month is Halloween in again? Was it Smithtober?”

“That’s not a month-“ Simon interjected.

“Yes it is!” Mr. Smith yelled. “Smithtober is the thirteenth month of the year, after December! They named it that because, a hundred years ago, my great grandfather Everett Smith singlehandedly destroyed the Germans in World War Two! Everett Smith bribed the German troops in China with chocolate! The Germans surrendered the battle, all because they were too distracted eating chocolate to fight. Everett Smith was declared a hero, and that day, originally January 1st, officially marked the new month, Smithtober, which is the shortest month of the year at 7 days.”

Philip finally pulled Simon back on the staircase. “Everett Smith was a great man. To think, we wouldn’t have won the war without him!”

“Grandpappy Smith is a lucky man,” Mr. Smith said. “To be the son of an American hero! One who even knew Chinese, in addition to speaking American, his first language! Grandpappy Smith even taught me some Chinese! I can say hello and how are you! Quack quack, meow!”

“He is certainly a true genius,” Philip said. “Just as we are TRUE platonic lovers.”

“Yes!” Mr. Smith said. “We’re a platonic power couple!”

Philip glanced down at his watch. “We’d better get going. We’re supposed to be at the mansion in thirty minutes.”

***

Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Smith and his friends arrived at the mansion. They were supposed to help prepare meals in the kitchen for the owner’s guests. Mr. Smith may have been living in a mansion, but he was far from rich. He kept spending thousands of dollars on groceries because Simon ate all the food in the fridge every time Mr. Smith went shopping. Philip always said it was a miracle Simon was so skinny. Mr. Smith would have agreed, but he didn’t know what the word miracle meant, despite having worked as a missionary the previous year.

Mr. Smith knocked on the front door. They waited for a few minutes, then a man in a suit opened the door. Mr. Smith began to gesture and mouth things. “You’re wearing a suit! Are you Alfred, from Batman?”

The butler glowered at him. “No.”

Philip chimed in. “Alfred is Spiderman’s butler, Mr. Smith.”

Mr. Smith began counting on his fingers, pointing to places in space. “So I got the wrong movie? Is that why he said no?”

“I’m not Alfred. My name is Steven. Batman is a work of fiction!” The butler snapped.

Mr. Smith’s face went blank. “Fiction? I don’y know what that is.”

“It means it isn��t real!” Alfred Steven snapped. “There is no Batman!”

Next to Mr. Smith, Simon began to cry. “There, there, Simon,” Mr. Smith patted Simon’s back. “Don’t let the mean butler Alfred ruin your dreams.”

Steven huffed. “Please, come in. Mr. Crowley is expecting you.”

Mr. Smith followed Batman’s butler inside. They passed through the kitchen, where several other staff members were working. They were working hard preparing breakfast for Mr. Crowley, a man whose first name Mr. Smith had already forgotten. Mr. Smith noticed one man was making pancakes with blueberries, so Mr. Smith grabbed a handful of berries from the bowl, causing the man to glare at Mr. Smith.

They came upon the dining room. There, Mr. Crowley had several guests over for breakfast. Mr. Smith gasped when he saw all the guests. “YOU! The gay geniuses! And that famous movie actor, Harrison Crowley! Oh no! What are YOU doing HERE?!”

Harry glared at Mr. Smith. “I live here. Who hired you as my kitchen worker?!”

Mr. Smith gasped again. “I thought YOU were a different Harrison Crowley! Oh no! What do I do?!”

Harry sighed. “You can start by making us breakfast.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” Leo chimed in. “He might put rats in the food.”

Mr. Smith pouted. “I don’t want to serve you!” Mr. Smith paused, scratching his head for several minutes. “Oh I know! How about YOU make the food for ME! The we’ll see who has the power here! A TRUE genius or you fools!”

“I have 160 level IQ,” Harry said. “So it looks like you’ve got something right.”

Mr. Smith began to stare ahead blankly for several minutes. Finally, he spoke. “Is 160 higher or lower than infinity? I forgot.”

Leo snickered. “It’s lower.”

Mr. Smith threw his hands up in frustration. “Why did no one tell me this before?! I made it all the way through Elementary School!”

“They teach that in Elementary School,” Said a new person. It was a 19 year old boy, sitting next to a boy who looked about 20. “You must have fallen asleep in like, every class.”

Mr. Smith narrowed his eyes. “I’ve never seen you before! I recognize Alex, his mean boyfriend, Janie, Leo and Ritchie! Who are you two new people?”

“I’m Kevin, and this is David. We’re friends of Harry’s,” The 19 year old boy said.

Mr. Smith smirked. “I have more friends than you smart people! Ha! Who has the power now?”

“Us. You’re working for us, remember?” The 20 year old, David, smirked.

Mr. Smith stamped his foot. “You’re MEAN!”

Gerald scratched his head. “My Mama says I’m smart. That makes it true, don’t it?”

Dominic peered at his friend. “I think so. Don’t most people believe everything their Mama tells them, at age 30?”

Evan stroked his chin. “How old am I again? I thought I was negative 200.”

Harry chuckled. Chris facepalmed, and Leo and Ritchie groaned. Alex, David and Kevin were in hysterics. “So you haven’t been born for another 200 years?” Kevin asked.

“That’s completely illogical.” Leo added.

Mr. Smith began to gesture and mouth things, pointing to places in space. “Is illogical a type of math? Like the math Evan is trying to use to figure out his age? Oh no! I should have brought my calculator!”

“I doubt that would resolve the issue,” Leo sighed.

“My calculator can resolve any problem!” Mr. Smith pounded his fist on the table.

Harry clapped his hands. “Why don’t you stop arguing with my guests and go work in the kitchen with the others? Come on!”

Mr. Smith pouted, but Philip took hold of his arm. “Come on. Let’s show these chumps how much better we are than them by not getting fired this time! Or quitting!”

“Fine!” Mr. Smith huffed. “Mr. Smith won’t be a loser today!”

“Just tomorrow and every day after that,” David snickered.

Mr. Smith growled, but was lead into the kitchen by Philip. In the kitchen, workers were tirelessly slaving away, making sandwiches for Harry and his guests. They were complicated sandwiches too- peanut butter and jelly! Mr. Smith got right to work, eager to prove himself. He wouldn’t forget a single ingredient this time!

They were twenty minutes in when suddenly they heard a crash from the other room. “Oh no!” Mr. Smith yelled. “It must be my younger brother, here to ruin my day! Freddy Smith! When I try to be responsible, he shows up and ruins it! Oh no! What do I do? Now I’ll never prove to those chumps that I’m the TRUE genius!”

Philip sighed. “I’m sure Freddy isn’t here. I’ll go investigate the noise.”

To Be Continued In Part Two (Post Available Now)

[namuneulbo]

week ninety-six

ill tell u ab my bday in detail and then the rest is up to interpretation uwu!!

i picked up me, c and l from school at around 14:30. apparently w was there too? i saw his iconic orange car but but i was talking to l while he was walking outside so i didnt see him :c all of them knew but me TT

we listened to bangers in the car and we parked a bit outside of the central part of vasa so we walked a tiny bit. we walked around some stores. carlings, bikbok, cubus... we went to normal so i could get ear plugs bc i forgot mine at home but then we decided to go to tiger instead bc the queue was so long. they were cheaper there anyways. i looked at calendars for sooo long until i just decided on a pretty sage one. i think the layouts even better than my current calendar so its all good. it was worth the struggle of looking through all of the different calendars. its so good and it was so cheap compared to other stores. i also got some fake blood for halloween.

then we struggled to find a place to eat. l was stubborn ab wanting sushi. c and i wanted pizza. i was craving sushi more between those two so we decided to just split into pairs so i went for sushi w l. it was so good!!!!!!!

then we went for coffee and then i left to go to the cinema to watch oppenheimer w her brother. me, c and l waited outside of the club, right outside the fast food restaurant. the clock was 19 so doors were open but we decided to wait before entering to not seem,,, too excited. since yk,,, we know the ppl playing.

i just realized i never mentioned who we went to see. we went to see a the police cover band. its made up of three guys from our school, d, n and w (yes, that w).

well, as we were waiting outside, n and w walk out the fast food place... it was so funny bc we were just talking and c was facing the other way and me and l react at the exact way like we just make a lil "omg"-face at c and turn a lil quiet for a second. i got eye contact w william literally the second he opened the door but like we didnt wave at each other until him and n had gone a bit further away and c decided to turn around and wave at both of them. they took a further route to get to the club which was funny bc we like realized a bit later that like,,, they took the longer route??? why would they do that??? to avoid us??? it was just a bit silly TT

later on we get inside, we pay the entrance fee and buy alcohol. i got a beer. we sit down and our seat seemed pretty good until more ppl came lol. first set i saw mainly w bicep and second set i switched places w l and saw more face and neck/jaw action. during the interlude i realized his mom and his sister were sitting like.... right in front of us and i got a little nervous they mightve heard me saying something ab him at some point ...... like what if his mom has heard me go like "LOOK AT WS BICEP!!!"... :(

after the show im like "okay, lets go say something to them" but c refused to take the lead at first (w good intention i think, probs to push me to talk to them and not just stand awkwardly behind c as they talked w them). i was a bit scared at first but then i just yoloed and stood up from our seat as like a "lets fucking do this!" and we all collectively went to d first. hes the least scary and n had like,,, already left. d was SO nice TT it was like mainly me talking w him (and i think that was kind of like planned by c and l bc otherwise i wont really take the lead or initaitive). he greeted us first since he probably saw us standing there as he was talking to some others. he greeted us all w a fist bump each and then went like "okay now lets do one w all of us!!" and we shared a foursome fist bump. i love fist bumps theyre so friendly and nice TT then he was like "yeah so cool u guys came all the way here to see us!! i saw u guys singing along in the crowd and it felt so awesome!". THEN he turned to me was like "congratulations btw!" (WHICH IS SO CUTE STOP HE REMEMBERED IT FROM MY STORY I POSTED EARLIER TT) and i was like "omg! thank u! thank u! it was like perfect timing for u guys to play here tonight since like i like the police!" and i also told him they played my fav two songs. then he asked me a bit ab when we got to town and stuff. hes so nice TT

then the scary part. he left to road. ws standing like,, a two meters away MAX. hes talking to some others so i told c and l like "okay but lets just wait until they finish talking!!!" but they talked for so long and c was like "okay, either we talk or we leave" and i just come up w excuses for a bit and then cs like "l, yk he can hear us, right?" and i was like "yeah but im sure hed appreciate us waiting for our turn!!". after a while c once again threatens to leave so i just yolo it and walk up, i stand for like two seconds waiting for him to notice me and when he does i did a lil thumbs up and was like "u played well!!" and he was like "thanks" and then i told him they played my two fav songs and did like a lil pray/thank thing w my hands and he got a little intrigued and asked me which ones and i was like "invisble sun and dont stand so close to me!" and he did a lil confirming nod and i decided to end it there and just like told him it was really good. i also like,, had to think for the title for dssctm bc in my head i said the songs in the other order and bro my mind just goes blank when i talk to him.

anyways we leave, we walk up the stairs and i say a quiet "well played rizz" w a lil hand sign. then continue the bit a little more comfortably as we walked out and continue on ab how im such a rizz god (i am delusional, as u can tell).

we get home and i eat quickly before heading out to the bar to meet some friends. it was a short meeting and like everyone left but i got some sweet "happy bdays" and shugged a beer.

my mom messaged me in the car from vasa and says she talked to a guy who knew me named f (she misspelled his name, it starts w a p). she put a lil sus emoji too, the blushy one w a hand covering its mouth... anyways it was the drummer guy from my grade who works at the bar and apparently they talked for so long and i asked her like what they talked ab and she never answered but just continued saying how nice he was and how he knew i was in vasa earlier... idk if she was hinting something TT

sotw: lorna shore - ...and i return to nothingness

[frogsndogs]

After Sam’s mom dies some legal shit happens and she ends up with her Great Aunt Sophie instead of her father. Even at this point Sophie isn’t doing great health-wise and isn’t in the best place to take care of little Sam (who is about eight) so the ghosts take point. 

Thor, Pete and Hetty who never really got a chance to raise their own children dote on her endlessly and Sam sees them more as parents than the others

Sasappis, Isaac, Alberta and Flower are more like her Aunts/Uncles

Sass tells her a story every night and encourages her to go into writing and journalism 

Flower and Isaac are both voting for her to go the law route tho

It was a point of contention among the ghosts for a long time

Isaac learns to live with it when she talks abt writing his biography

After story time Thor will sing her a lullaby

Alberta will also sing lullabies to her

They get kinda competitive abt it

Between Thor’s tales of slaughtering Danes, Hetty’s problematic ideals, Alberta’s old bootlegging stories and Pete’s strict rules Sam grows up with some interesting moral standards

Like it’s ok to hide a body if its good for your troop

They’re quite excited to have a living who can see them but they’re a lot less pushy than they are in canon bc Sam is just a kid

Sophie worries about her, and there’s like a solid week where Sam thinks she’s genuinely going insane but the ghosts manage to convince her that they’re real

Its a tough week for the ghosts too, wondering if their mere presence is traumatizing Sam

Sam is twelve when she and her aunt go away for a weekend and when they come back there’s a new ghost with no pants

Trevor is incredibly careful not to flash her and he tries really hard to change his behaviour bc he knows his usual personality would be inappropriate

They figure out what happened to Trevor’s body a lot sooner bc Sam isn’t sure if she should call the cops or what exactly happened and where Trevor came from and Alberta can tell Sass knows more than he’s letting on and it all just spirals out of control

He helps her with math homework

Thor, Hetty and Pete all feel kinda guilty bc they feel like they are treating Sam as a ‘replacement’ for the kids that they lost but they eventually realize that just bc they love sam doesn’t mean they love their own kids any less

Halloween goes different as now it’s child-on-child violence 

Sam is ruthless with these kids, there will be no survivors

She hates the Farnby’s and it is mutual

When she’s in high school Steph is around a lot more and shows her to stand up to bullies (re: bully them back)

She and Steph actually get along a lot

It’s kinda scary

She really likes gossiping and drama and the ghosts are all aware of the latest “thing” going on at her high school

Sam isn’t afraid of the cholera ghosts but they mostly keep to themselves out of fear that they’ll scare her

Pete is constantly trying to make sure that Nancy doesn’t say/do anything inappropriate around Sam

Sam loves her weird British uncles who live in the shed and when she was younger she thought that Nigel and Isaac were already married

Sam is a lot sneakier abt talking to the ghosts bc she’s been doing it her whole life

When Sam goes away to college the ghosts have a hard time

Trevor esp, bc he’s never been a ghost without Sam there

I think in this AU Trevor would be more like her much older cool brother

like he canonically has a younger sibling so he knows how to be a good older brother (with some adjustments)

They are ridiculously overprotective of her at times and she learns quickly to never bring any of her dates to the manor

Sam works full time at the Ulster County Review

She’s less eager abt the BnB idea bc that’s her home and ghosts’ home and they don’t want it

But maybe she leads some haunted tours around the manor

The ghosts enjoy that

Trevor teaches her how to play the stock market too so Sam is pretty comfortable

Plus selling Elias’s old watch

Maybe the events of Trevor’s pants just happen a lot sooner with Ari showing up and Sam being a little shit

i think that maybe David isn't as careful with Sam as Trevor is and just makes her really uncomfortable in general so the ghosts all hate David and she is not afraid to ruin his life

Meanwhile with Jay :)

After losing his job Jay takes a leap to start a new restaurant in the Hudson Valley county

He meets Sam and Daisy’s coffee shop and they hit it off quickly

But as their relationship progresses over a few months and Sam is cagey abt bringing Jay over to the manor things start to get strained

It all comes to a head when something goes wrong with Jay’s venue and he is hurt as a result

Im thinking maybe he falls through the floor and is legally dead for a few min, and the venue is closed for good

After which sam puts her foot down and decides to give him the old barn on the property for him to use for his restaurant instead, thinking that she’ll figure out how to tell him abt the whole ghosts thing later

But he can already see ghosts and is pretty freaked out abt it

The ghosts have Opinions™ about him

Trevor and Hetty don’t like that Sam is sinking a lot of money into this guy

Alberta and Isaac are worried that Sam likes him too much and won’t know when to quit

Sass and Thor are just excited abt the restaurant (they trust Sam to make good choices)

Flower and Pete are both of the opinion that it’s Sam’s choice and as long as he makes her happy that’s whats important

But eventually they all learn to love him and accept him and vice versa

It’s a bit of an adjustment period for everyone tho

there are 4 wolves in my head:

CBS ghosts AU where Sam and Jay are the adults and the ghosts are the kids and they adopt them vs. CBS ghosts AU where the ghosts are all alive and adults and adopt a kid sam vs. CBS ghosts AU where the ghosts are all ghosts and Sam is adopted by her Great Aunt Sophie and never grows out of seeing ghosts vs. Canon dynamics

[prittypony1]

At this point in the story I’m getting very bored. Is anyone else? I mean it dosent feel like anything’s happening. In fact, it feels like we’re getting to the end because everything is getting resolved very quickly.

Another thing is that at this point there is no antagonist. All of the antagonists have quickly been done away with. At this point, it feels more like ‘a day in the life of ‘ story. Where is all the adventure and excitement that was there in the beginning? All the relationships are getting wrapped up in a neat little bow with no action happening. Perhaps my boredom is only because it’s a week by week update and I’m just ready for the story to be over after 8 years. I’m getting readers fatigue. I know that this story will have a happy ending and I know that these two hopefully will get together there just doesn’t seem to be any stakes in the story anymore to keep me interested. It’s not that I’ll stop reading, it’s just boring now.

Problems I have with this story :

Every singe antagonist has quickly been dealt with. There is nothing for our protagonist to fight against.

There are no stakes. (Every single hint of stakes has been quickly resolved. But perhaps we are in the lull before the storm)

There is plot armor (even though things can bleed and die, apparently this rule does not apply to the main characters) ( Hyde only bled once but that’s all that happened. Nether character can be physically hurt in real life which is unrealistic.

Lanyon talking about his feeling after Jekyll’s wakes up from uncontioustess doesn’t really feel like it belongs here. You’d think he’d wait to do that. But I suppose since we are nearing the end, we have to put these moments somewhere in the plot.

Jekyll talking about how he hopes the society will fail seems weird because we’ve been told over and over again that his is important to him.

The exhibition ends up not actually being important and everything goes well. Like foreshadowing it as oh something gonna go down but then nothing happens.

Minor nit picks:

I still don’t know how someone can make a curved dagger that is sharp. How does that work? This boggles me and continues to keep me up at night.

Hyde’s fireworks that he picked up at the black-frog bazar diapered and have been completely forgotten. As well as Hyde’s dagger that also was introduced and disappeared. There was also a death potion. Are all of these things going to be important to the plot going forward? Because if you have a gun you have to fire it somewhere. If not useful to the plot, why we’re they introduced in the first place?

Why are Hyde’s pants drawn like there tights? This bothers me.

The prostatues clothes don’t seem historically accurate to me. It looks like a costume you’d find in an adult Halloween store.

It seems like we’re checking all the boxes on LGBTQ but have we covered a straight relationship yet? No. But we’ve covered everything else. I see no straight representation. It doesn’t matter, because this comic isn’t made for straight people. That’s fine I can deal with it. (There is some but it’s way in the background and not talked about much.)

The author said she wished that she made Jekyll trans. You already have two trans people in this comic, why do you need more? I get that your trans but does every character you make need to be that way? If you did that it would make this comic super boring.

(The author coming out as trans in 2020 did not surprise me. What did surprise me was it took them this long to realize it based on how much they talked about all there trans characters.)

[temporkarus]

          “Ayaaaaame!!” Momiji exclaims as he bounces up to the older zodiac member. “I need your help, please.” Halloween is coming up, granted it’s a month away. Still, Momiji can’t help but be excited. The holiday was starting to become more popular in Japan and that suited him just fine. He enjoyed dressing up after all. 

         “I need das Kostüm. A costume!” He knows that Ayame has a costume shop. Surely he’s the best person to go to for this. Who better than his cousin? “Will you help me out?”

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