#i really wanna be yellow guy for Halloween all of a sudden

[valentinypeach]

☁︎ short piece - halloween

It was the morning after halloween, Jaehyun got woken up by bright light falling in through the window. He blinked the sleep away and when he looked around, he frowned. There was a ceiling above him he was not familiar with, the walls weren’t painted white like the ones in his home, they were yellow and the whole bed was in the wrong place.

He wasn’t home.

A glance to the side made Jaehyun flinch, there was a person laying next to him. Considering the facts that he was in no relationship, that was indeed a bit unexpected. Jaehyun‘s head was pounding from last night. He and his friends had visited a club, all dressed up in costumes, but he could barely remember anything after the fifth round of tequila. He was tempted to get up, take his things and leave without a word. Without waking the man next to him up.

He couldn’t even remember the others name and he had no idea what the two of them had done last night. A quick look under the covers told him, that he was dressed, so maybe they did nothing. When he let go of the blanket again he noticed something else. With horror in his eyes he starred at the metal that connected his left arm and the others right arm.

They were handcuffed together.

What in heavens name did he do last night?

Jaehyun gasped for air. A little desperate he tugged at the metal, testing if it was really closed around his wrist. It didn’t move a tad. He groaned and threw his head back into the pillow, immediately regretting being so loud, when the man next to him moved. Jaehyun pressed his lips together and tried not to make a sound. He didn’t want to wake the other up. Jaehyun looked around, seeing his phone on the nightstand next to him. He reached for it and wrote a short message to his friends "I just woke up handcuffed to a random guy. Idk where the key is so I have to wait until he wakes up..." Then he put his phone back on the nightstand. He sighed.

All of a sudden the person next to him hummed. Jaehyun turned his head in time to see the others eyes flutter open. Big, shiny does eyes starred at him, trying to process what they were looking at. The mans face was still squished into the pillow, when he said: "Good morning." He didn’t seemed too surprised with Jaehyun laying next to him.

"Hi", Jae gulped.

The man looked down to their hands: "Oh."

Jaehyun was quick to answer: "I’m sorry, I couldn’t find the key. I’m not really sure what happened and how we got here. I don’t even remember your name. Sorry. I can leave, if you want me to, it’s—" "Jaehyun Jaehyun Jaehyun", the other stopped him. "You know my name?" "Of course, silly. And about the handcuffs...that was your idea. You said you don’t wanna lose me again, so you put them on us", he laughed.

"Wait what?", Jaehyun’s ears suddenly felt really warm. "I’m Taeyong. Last night you really liked that name."

Taeyong.

Suddenly a float of memories came back. How they had danced and kissed and talked and kissed even more and got drinks and kissed again. "You said my name so many times last night, I thought you wanted to engrave it into your brain", Taeyong giggled. "Well..." "Wait let me free you", Taeyong pulled a key out of nowhere and the handcuffs snapped open. Jaehyun rubbed his wrist and sat up. There was a small pain on his neck. His fingers felt over the skin. "Mhhh I bit you", Taeyong stretched his arms. "You bit me?", Jaehyun raised an eyebrow.

"Yes baby, I was a vampire and your pretty neck asked for it", he gave Jaehyun a crooked smile "by the way I really liked you James Bond costume. A bit basic but the suit looked very good." Jaehyun smirked: "Well I slowly remember how much I liked your costume as well. The fangs made you more look like a cute bat though. Not like a dangerous vampire." "Was still enough for you, to almost completely rip it apart", Taeyong pouted and Jae gave him a look. "I did what?" "God Jaehyun, I’m joking. Well a little bit. You definitely ripped it a bit, when you helped me out of it so we could go to bed", Taeyong giggled.

He now sat up on the bed: "And before we fell asleep, you put the handcuffs on us because you said and I quote 'I’m not done with you yet'." Jaehyun buried his face in his hands: "That’s so embarrassing, sorry." "Stop apologising, I thought it was cute and maybe a bit hot. The pure fact that you had handcuffs with you was hot", Taeyong bit his lip, glancing at Jae. "O-okay, uh, I should be going now", Jaehyun slipped out of the bed and started to put on his pants. "Sure", Taeyong didn’t even try to hide that he was disappointed.

Jaehyun glanced over his shoulder, the other sat in his bed and looked at him with an expression that made Jae open the button of his pants again. "Oooooor I come back to bed?", he smirked. "That sounds better", Taeyong beamed, stretching out his arms to welcome Jaehyun in a warm embrace. "But you won’t bite me again, right?" "Only if you ask me to, baby", Taeyong promised and placed a featherlight kiss on the spot on Jaehyun’s neck that was still a bit reddish. Then his lips found the others lips again and he let himself fall back into the pillow, pulling Jaehyun with him.

"Hey", Jae pulled back a bit breathless "How about we go out tonight? Dinner?" "Are you asking me on a date?", Tae asked amused. "I didn’t handcuff myself to you, because I wanted to sleep with you and then dump you", Jaehyun whispered in the crook of Taeyong’s neck. Tae laughed once again: "The more you talk, the more I like what you say." "Where are the handcuffs?", Jaehyun looked around. "Why?" He placed a kiss on Taeyong’s lips: "Don’t you wanna wear them?"

☞ masterlist

[tertain-the-original]

So like… I have overalls… and can order an orange clown nose… mmm plus they have one day spray I could use. Hmhmhm.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,544 Words

Summary: Twin trouble and the bakusquad plans to take Touya out shopping.

Warnings: Child Abuse Mention, Death Mention, Homophobia Mentions, Cursing, Injury Mention, Immunocompromised Character, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Notes: Touya’s clothes include links to what they look like.

Hair Dye Buddies: Chapter 3

Learning the basics with his new quirk took to him instantly as he used ways he'd used to watch their father train Shoto with his quirks. The snow felt so calm under his fingertips, the naturality of it far better than the fire that he was born with.

By the end of the class, several snowmen and snow angels had been made and he was very proud with his quick advancement. Everyone seemed happy with his quirk and it made him so eager to please them.

"Tomorrow's training will be more fighting with quirks. I need to get you all ready for the upcoming licensing exam." Aizawa told them on their walk back to class. "Yes, you will be included, Touya. I've spoken to Nezu and all you'll need to do is catch yourself up in your studies and your quirk training, which should be no problem given you take to things so easily. Though yours would be temporary." Aizawa told him.

"This doesn't mean you all will be hurrying to spar with each other tonight, I will put you in detention if you do. Touya, you're allowed to tinker around with your quirk under teacher supervision if you want since, even if you've taken hold of it quickly, it's still brand new to you." Aizawa told him.

Of course, Sir." He nodded, trailing with Shoto.

"So you're officially a UA student, Touya." He was giddy, he'd always wanted to attend UA but father forced him into a no-name school with barely any accountability for their students and had even listed him under their mother's maiden name to keep him away.

"How are Fuyumi and Natsuo?" Touya asked abruptly. Shoto looked bewildered at the sudden conversation shift. Then he realized it might be because Shoto was never allowed around them. He might not know their names, even.

"Sorry, I know you're not even that close to them, us three were so clumped together and you were so much later we never actually bonded together as siblings or anything and you were probably forced away once I was gone so you probably never even knew them." Touya sighed.

"Actually, we're pretty close now. I guess we all realized losing you meant we needed to stick together as much as possible. We even have a group chat without dad. We call it the Endeavor Hate Chat." Shoto smiled and Touya laughed.

"Oh, now you have to show me how much you bash the old man. How old's he now, 45, 46?"

"46. Just turned it like two months ago." Touya gave a chuckle.

"Wow, talk about the timing of that stupid deaging. It's the same time in the year too. I'm starting to think someone put a spell on me like Sleeping Beauty. Come back the same age five years later to torment my little brother." Touya teased.

"I'm not so little anymore. I'm a week older than you." Shoto teased back.

"Oh come on, it's not by much!" Touya exclaimed, getting the class to snicker at their petty argument of age.

"Anyway, how are Natsu and Yumi? You never answered." Touya reminded him.

"Well, Fuyumi's a kindergarten teacher's aid, she's got a secret girlfriend or two and a secret boyfriend too. That woman is pulling too many people at this point. I really have tried to get her to talk to a therapist about her mommy and daddy issues but it isn't really working as you can tell. Natsuo is in college still, becoming a nurse. He has a husband now, they eloped not this summer but the summer before. He's really happy. Both are doing okay. Yumi says she wants kids in the future still and I'm hoping Dad doesn't latch onto it and try to pick her a husband or something to keep 'good quirks' in the family."

Touya smiled knowing his now-older siblings were happy in life. It was all he'd hoped they'd get when he was younger, he couldn't believe they got their happy endings despite his lack of involvement.

"Me, though, I'm going to be a hero just to save people. Unlike his goals for me, I want to be a hero that's a good person as well as a good hero so he won't be giving me the title of Number One, he'll be handing his mantle to part of the next generation he didn't make, likely. And he has a rude awakening if he thinks he'll get his grandchildren to succeed him." Shoto smiled deviously.

"Why?" Touya asked.

"Because he doesn't know I'm gay yet and I won't be giving him biological grandchildren. I plan to adopt kids in need instead. The only children he'll have are Fuyumi's and yours." Shoto proudly stated.

"You say this like I'm not gay too. I'm not having kids." Touya cackled.

"Yumi's got a whole next family generation on her hands then. All the boys can now wipe their hands clean of the reproduction process." Shoto was trying hard not to laugh, so was Touya.

"I ain't never seen four straight siblings. Always three of 'em gotta be gay." Midoriya announced, bursting the whole class into laughter besides the grape-looking gremlin.

"Ew, gays!" The juice gremlin exclaimed, interrupting everyone's fun.

"Shut the fuck up, Mineta." Aizawa instructed the grape gremlin.

"Yes, sir." Mineta agreed.

"I'm glad you ended up bonding with them. I remember being so worried when you were born because the three of us had each other and you were five years younger than us. I was always worried you'd never bond with us."

"Well, you guys were triplets. It's a different bond, I guess." Shoto sighed. "I just know that they were devastated when they heard you disappeared. We all thought you'd run away because the old man never said anything about kicking you out. We thought you'd died on the streets. You have a tombstone in Mom's garden still." Shoto told him.

"They always did joke about burying me in the yard." Touya laughed.

"I'm so glad you get another chance at life. Once we're able to tell Natsuo and Fuyumi, they'll be overjoyed." Shoto butted his shoulder with his own.

"I hope they'll be happy." Touya smiled a bit.

The day was easy after that. He wasn't all that behind in his studies, even excelled a English. During a hero lesson, he got sent to Recovery Girl, who tried to figure out the quirk that caused this and how it worked.

They'd ultimately ended up that this was more than likely permanent now that things had changed from how his life had originally went, especially once he told her of Ryuu and the quirk change. Then she forcefully healed the cuts and burns on his hands and arms from Ryuu and sent him back to class for Math.

The school day was over before he knew it and he was following Bakugou back to the dorms and he went to his own room, it was still bare, just a bed and a desk and a television set up in the corner.

"Hey, Cotton Candy, we're going out, you wanna come?" Bakugou asked.

"I'd be in my school uniform. Aren't we not supposed to wear them when we're not on campus?" He asked.

"We're the same size, just take some clothes. Mina wants to go clothes shopping anyway." Bakugou told him.

"Okay, but I don't have any money." Touya reminded him.

"IcyHot already agreed to let you take your dad's credit card. We're buying you clothes whether you like it or not." Bakugou told him, shoving some clothes at him and he fumbled a second but held them while Bakugou closed his door. "Get dressed! We're leaving in like twenty minutes once Pikachu does his makeup."

Touya was grateful Bakugou had handed him black jeans with cuts on the knees and a baggy black sweater with a skull on it, the comfort of it was astronomical. He put back on the black boots he'd shown up to UA in last night and headed out to Mina in the men's hallway, wolf whistling at him and Sero laughing telling him he fit right in.

"Question, does anyone have a mask I can borrow? My immune system is pretty weak, I got a lot of the weaker genetics in the family so I get sick pretty easy."

"Yeah, man, Shoji has a ton of extra masks." Sero told him. Kirishima was already knocking on Shoji's door for him.

"Hey, man, can Touya borrow a mask, his immune system sucks and we're taking him out shopping."

"Sure, I have some smaller ones my sister sent me a while back that don't fit me." Shoji rummaged a moment and then handed Kirishima a few masks with Halloween themed patterns on them. "Have fun out in the world, Touya." Shoji reminded him.

"I will, thank you, Shoji!" Touya smiled brightly at him as he put on the black mask with the orange and yellow jack'o'lantern pattern.

Being handed Endeavor's credit card by Shoto and told to go wild at the mall was like a fever dream when he used to have to ask and beg for months for new things and then he was made to work himself to the bone for it.

Taglist: @lgbtforeverything @rin-tanaka @everythingisstardust

[morgana-ren]

Imagine being at a Halloween party thrown by Dabi and someone in a Leatherface costume keeps following you. It turns out to be Shigaraki. You comment on how his human skin mask is cool and how it looks so real, and oddly looks like Bakugo's face. He laughs, tosses it away and leads you to a field of pumpkins, where he non cons you, while Spooky Scary Skeletons plays in the background.

Okay listen, I know this was probably sent in 200 percent as a joke, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to sit down for an hour and make it work. It’s been a weird week. I can make weird work. 

Like imagine kinda knowing Dabi before the league goes super big. You don’t know too much about him, but he’s a friend of a friend and so on and he’s got the dangerous bad boy appeal alongside those haunting blue eyes, so all ya friends hover around him. So lets say you get invited to his spooky-dooky Halloween party he’s throwin’ in an old warehouse. It’s sort of his last hurrah cause it’s a lot harder to try and bone civvie girls when you’re a wanted villain with your face on the news attached to a criminal group, so he’s gunna throw it back tonight and take what he can get, you feel?

So you and ya friends get all cute and dolled up in your costumes and head out to this bash that’s taking place on the wrong side of the tracks in some godforsaken warehouse. It’s in the industrial zone, which is comprised of nothing but abandoned buildings, squat houses, and old warehouses. You’re pretty sure he just found one and broke the chain on the door and called it a night. That should be your first clue, but fuck it, what’s life without a little risk?

Anyway, a few hours pass and admittedly, you’re a lil’ drunk. That being said, you could swear this dude in a leatherface costume is stalking you. Maybe not stalking you, per say, but he’s definitely trying hard to be where you are. It’s not like he’s easy to confuse with anyone else; his costume is super unique, and if you’re being honest, a little disturbing. It legit looks like that kid Bakugo from the Sports Festival but forcefully mutated in with the classic Leatherface look. Whoever it is, they’ve definitely got an edgy sense of humor. It should spook you, but it’s Halloween for fucks sake! At least they’re putting some effort in! It’s no coincidence that you see him literally everywhere you go, so maybe he likes you?

Maybe he’s cute under that creepy mask.

It’s worth a shot (get it, shot?), so you let him follow you to the bar and sit down next to an equally empty seat, hoping to give off the vibe of ‘quit being creepy and come talk to me.’ 

A few seconds later and surprise surprise, he sits down right beside you. No sense in pretending this is anything other than what it is, so you turn right to him and offer to buy him a drink. 

He stares at you for a minute, beady pupils surveying you beneath that godawful mask he’s donning before he nods. He doesn’t tell you what he wants, so you just order him whatever mixture of gasoline and fruit you get. He just stares at you while you sip at your own drink, and you can’t help but laugh. His eyes are fuckin’ intense, and while you’re already a little tipsy, it’s pretty clear he’s dead sober. Luckily, alcohol gives you a charming ice breaker. 

“It’s probably a little difficult to drink with that terrifying thing on your face, but I really appreciate your dedication to the look.” 

Behind the holes of the mask, his eyes crinkle near the edges. You can’t tell if he’s smiling or snarling, but he’s definitely reacting to what you’re saying. He must’ve decided that he likes you, because he finally reaches behind his head and loosens whatever makeshift strap that’s tangled in his silver, ‘fake’ blood matted hair. 

As he lets it fall away from his face, you study what’s underneath. He’s a little rough around the edges, a little chapped with dry skin and more than a few blisters on his pale lips, but he’s cute and the costume has you intrigued. For all you know, it could be liquid latex. The guy seems pretty dedicated after all. It makes you wonder what is Halloween paint and what’s his actual skin. You kinda wanna lick him and find out.

Shut up, alcohol. 

“It’s homemade.” He rasps out, voice cracking and strained like he hasn’t spoken in days. After a sip of his own drink, he slips a subtle smile as he sees you eying the grotesque costume piece. ���I’m glad you like it.”

It’s gross to say the least. Whatever it’s made out of, it’s certainly not plastic or rubber like most masks. It smells atrocious, especially coupled with the must and cheap booze of the warehouse, and it makes you a little queasy as it flops around in his lap a little too lifelike for your liking. It even has pores, for Christ’s sake. Tearing your gaze away from it isn’t easy, but if you look much longer, you’re not really sure what your stomach is gunna do, so you turn your attentions to the owner instead. 

“Are you making a statement or just not a fan of the would-be hero types?”

He giggles a little even though you’re not entirely sure what you said was funny. “I guess you could say it’s both.” 

You sit in an awkward silence, sipping at your drink for a few minutes before another wave of alcohol induced courage lights a fire under your ass. If he won’t talk, you sure as fuck will.

“So, are you a friend of Dabi’s or-” He scoffs, loud and hard, lip curling in distaste. “No. I’m unfortunate enough to know him. We work together.” 

“Really? I always wondered what he did for a living.” 

It takes him a second to realize that’s you’re prodding, and a minute longer to come up with an answer. “I guess you could say we’re sort of... activists or something.” 

“Is that so? He never really struck me as the generous type.”

“He’s not.” He grins like a fox in a henhouse, mischievous and sly like he knows something you don’t. “And I’m not either.” 

“Then why be an activist?” 

His smirk fades, and he nurses his drink, flicking his eyes away from you. “I dunno.”

“What kind of activist are you? Like social or environmental or-” 

“Uh-” He clearly wasn’t expecting this line of questioning. “Political.” 

“Oh, that’s cool! What kind of politics are you guys into? You seem like the anarchy sort to me, but I don’t wanna judge-”

“Are you always this nosy?”

His sudden hostility takes you back a little. Sure, you’re drunk and annoying, but that seems a bit excessive. Maybe this isn’t the tree you want to be barking up tonight. 

“Sorry. I was just trying to get to know you.” 

You turn your body away from him slightly, returning your gaze to the rusted metal behind the makeshift bar. You can see him glaring you down out of your periphery but opt to ignore it. Regardless, he stares for a few more moments before downing the rest of the drink you apparently wasted your money on.  “Well, don’t.” 

Whatever, man. It’s a fucking Halloween party. You can find a different jerk-ass to hook up with, one who at least pretends to be nice until the night is over. Dicks are a dime a dozen in a place like this, and the ‘super mysterious, if I told you, I’d have to kill you’ bullshit charade he’s playing is grating on your nerves. Part of you wants to tell him off for being so rude, but the other part is telling you to just shut up, project your disinterest, and wait for him to leave.

You huff a small sigh, blowing the air out of your puckered lips as you roll your eyes behind closed lids. Your side of the conversation comes to an abrupt halt, and suddenly everything in the room is more interesting than he is. Yet even with the uncomfortable awkward air around you both, he doesn’t leave. He just continues scanning you over as you do your best to give him the cold shoulder. So he really thinks there’s any sort of comeback from that, huh?

Apparently he does. He’s not very good with social hints either. You’ve almost tuned him out when you feel a bony hand clutching your upper arm. 

“Hey, come with me. This place is boring and I’ve got something I want to show you.” 

You turn, shooting him a disbelieving glare, but he’s already slid off his bar stool and is pulling you along with him. He doesn’t bother to wait for your answer, weaving through the crowds and dragging you behind him even as you try to wiggle your arm out of his grasp. Had you been in your right mind, you might have screamed or shoved him and told him to get lost, but your liquor marinated mind makes it difficult. He’s kinda right, after all. This place has gotten boring. All your friends left you behind an hour ago to go find their own conquests and dancing by yourself gets pretty lame after a minute. It’s not like you had anything better to do. 

Alright, fine. Follow the rude guy. He seems pretty adamant about it anyway. 

You try to justify it by telling yourself maybe he’s just super socially awkward or doesn’t have much experience with girls. He could also be one of those super brash, brutally honest people that just says whatever comes to mind. Maybe he didn’t mean it in a mean way. A trailing history of terrible taste in men leaves his unbridled rudeness with a bad taste in your mouth, but it wasn’t like you were planning on seeing him again after tonight. Ride the dick and then ride off into the sunset. 

You both dodge through the groups of people together as he yanks you towards the very back of the warehouse. The couple of doors he leads you through have a fairly prominent ‘Do Not Enter’ sign cautioning at eye level, but he doesn’t seem dissuaded, pulling you through the heavy doors despite the clear warning. A few hallways and dim, empty corridors later and he’s ushering you into something resembling a claustrophobic courtyard outside that joins the warehouse with a few of the surrounding buildings.

It’s very dark outside, and aside from the slight shine of ugly yellow tinted streetlights peeking through the alleyway, you can’t see much of anything. You can’t imagine what on Earth it is out here that he wants to show you, but you doubt you’ll even be able to see it. Anxiety starts to bloom in your chest as your drunk mind starts to realize that you’ve followed a stranger out into a very dark, very isolated area.

“H-hey, I never got your name.”

He laughs softly, coming up behind you and gripping your shoulders in a way that feels all too tight. Steering you forward, he leans in, feet falling in line with your steps.

“You’re right. My bad, that’s awfully rude of me.”

He pushes you forward in a way that seems a bit intense for having just met before latching his hands lazily around the base of your neck and pulling you into his chest.

“I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t know what Dabi does for a living, or else you never would have been stupid enough to follow me out here.”

Okay, it’s Halloween and all, but his brand of prank is starting to feel a little too real. The macabre costume and total boorishness should have been the insight you needed to come to the conclusion that this guy just isn’t quite right in the head, but between the alcohol and your desire to give him the benefit of the doubt, it just never quite clicked for you.

“It’s Shigaraki, by the way. My name. I’m sure you’ve heard it before.”

His wet breath on your neck isn’t the only reason you get shivers. You have heard that name before, only never spoken so casually. His fingers tighten around the tensing muscles in your throat as you swallow down a bombardment of emotion. Panic. Fear. Realization.

There’s a million and ten things going through your mind right now, the foremost of which is why. You aren’t a hero, nor are you a particularly fervent hero supporter. You’re not related to any heroes, and frankly, there’s no one further from the social/cultural hub that is hero society. Isn’t that what this guy gets his rocks off to? At least from the news snippets, that’s the impression you gathered.

You want to ask him why you. Maybe its a selfish question but it’s a question none the less, and one people tend to ask when their place on the mortal coil is being threatened. Yet, no matter how you try to spit out the words, your tongue stills in your dry mouth and refuses to cooperate. The pounding in your chest is giving way to a headache and a serious case of sick, and you swear between the loud pulsing of blood in your veins, you can hear him giggling behind you.

You think maybe that’s a strong enough cue to leave. You can ask him why when you’re separated by a thick layer of glass at Tartarus.

You know, it’s easy to sit back in the comfort of your own home and laugh at the clumsy heroine in any given horror movie who fumbles away from the killer like a newborn fawn just discovering its own lanky legs, but you’re quick to understand just why that troupe is so popular. It takes you a moment to gather the courage to turn on your heel and shove him hard on the chest, and even when you manage, it’s so weak and pathetic that it barely knocks him off balance. It only just gives you enough space that you can dart in the opposite direction. Where you’re going, you have no clue, but it’s not on the forefront of your mind as you pound pavement beneath your shitty costume shoes and shout “Stay away from me!” like some cliche damsel in distress.

Your adrenaline fueled getaway is short lived. A few seconds after beginning your feverish sprint away from what you know to be a very dangerous young fellow, the front of your foot catches on something and sends you toppling to the ground only a few feet from where you began your initial rush. Your fall is less than graceful, and the shriek that emits from your throat before your body thuds to the dirt like a sack of potatoes is far less sexy than anything in any horror movie. The bag you’ve been clutching, filled with nothing but the bare essentials and a half empty flask, is flung from your fingers. Your assailant doesn’t slow-walk towards you in a menacing manner while wielding a knife, but practically jogs over, wheezing with nasally laughter as he grabs you by the hair.

“I bet that went a lot better in your head, huh?”

A lot of things went a lot better in your head, to be fair. That scene. This night. Your life in general. But the little pity party you’re throwing yourself does little to garner his sympathies. No amount of hiccuping and crying fat gobs of tears that leak from your lashes and down into the Halloween makeup it took you hours to do elicits any response from him but what he had already planned on.

His laughter finally dies down and the fingers threaded through your hair manhandle you to your knees before roughly casting you down onto something. Something hollow yet sturdy greets your sensitive, liquor addled stomach as he forces you down and bends you over it. It feels slightly waxy, yet organic to the touch, and seems to wobble around slightly the more he kicks and prods you into a position you’ve seen one too many times in those shitty free pornos.

Pumpkin. It’s a fucking pumpkin.

You can smell the leaves and grass and sodden soil as he positions your hips up in the air, shucking off the costume apron he’d been wearing. Dirt embeds under your finger nails as you struggle to drag the rest of your body over the pumpkin to make your escape, but the hand that isn’t currently fumbling with his zipper is still tightly anchored in your hair, holding you in place. He hisses out a few words warning you against struggling too hard, his quirk is uncontrollable after all.

He makes quick work of the cheap costume bottom, inhaling a ragged breath and digging his jagged nails in a little too tightly to your skin when your ass becomes bared to the cool night air. The sight of you must’ve made him impatient, as he settles for simply yanking up your top along your back to expose your tits instead of going through the effort to try and get it off you. If what you’ve heard is true, he could simply dust it and be rid of it, but he doesn’t seem like he’s in the most centered form of mind right now, and it doesn’t appear like it’s your death he’s after.

No, it seems like he’s after something much more intimate than death.

Your mind is acutely aware of what’s about to happen, but it’s trapped in your paralyzed body, unable to force your heavy limbs to move with the weight of the panic. He’s freed himself from his pants, knuckles bumping against the cleft of your ass with every jerk of the cock that you thank God is hidden from your vision. After a few rigorous pumps, he withdraws for a moment before spitting and dribbling his slick saliva into the palm of his hand, coating his cock and using it as a makeshift lubricant.

When he’s finished making spitting sounds that make your stomach church, he lines his hips against your reluctantly spread legs and you feel the hot, thick tip prodding against the tautly pulled walls of your entrance. It’s enough to renew your childlike kicking and whining, babbling and pleading for him to stop. Regardless, he pays you no mind, opting only to yank his hand from the roots of your hair. It stings and he takes several strands of hair with it, but you don’t have time to focus on the pain as his fingertips dig into the fat of your cheeks, flexing and forcing you to look up at him as he hunches his wiry frame over yours.

It’s hard to see through the haze of tears that blear your vision and thick black makeup caking around your eyes, but you can make out that he’s smiling. If you can call it that, that is. Cracked lips wet and parted, breathing hot, moist breath down onto your forehead. Lips curled upward in a nasty, smarmy grin. A slimy tongue trails along his teeth as he practically drools down onto your shoulder like you’re a thick cut of venison and he’s a rabid wolf ready to sink in his canines.

“You know, I never cared much for Halloween,” His hips cant forward ever so slightly and begins to push the tip inside your unwilling hole. Slowly, slowly at first, but soon with more force. It hurts, morphing from a dull ache into an intense sting the more his girthy length is stuffed snug inside between your thighs. “But Dabi was right- it’s a lot more fun when you dress up.”

To punctuate the end of his sentence, he pulses his hips forward, sinking himself all the way inside and watching with a sick sense of glee as your face contorts in pain. He rolls his hips experimentally against your backside a few times, hissing in slight discomfort at the bittersweet tightness that strangles his flesh inside of yours. It stills him only for a brief moment, long enough for you to truly grasp the horrendous sensation of your body molding to accommodate something too large for it to have been ready to take.

However uncomfortable he may be, it’s nothing compared to what you’re feeling. It seems like a cruel joke that the wanted villain who set his sights on you that night would also have a monster cock, but Halloween was always the devil’s little prank show. He’s crammed it inside you with no regard for the damage it might do, pain radiating in the deep of your stomach as his cockhead is scrunched firmly against the wall of your cervix. Your fingers dig deeper into the dirt, but not to escape. You’re aware you’re too firmly impaled on him for that to be an option, so you settle for trying to give yourself any sensation at all that will lessen the unholy tear of your already sensitive pussy.

Eventually he decides he’s had enough of memorizing your pretty, anguished face, and his movements begin anew. Hips pistoning in a building rhythm, flesh of his thighs slapping obscenely against your bare ass. The protruding stem of the pumpkin grates into your abdomen, forcing pained, breathy ‘ah’s from you with every powerful hump. The anguishing drag of his cock assaulting your insides begins to blend together one after the next, and you do your best to block out the animalistic grunts and a sickening moans he emits with every thrust.

Eventually he lets your face go in favor of sinking his fingers just below your waist to anchor you in place as he pounds away, and you take the opportunity to drop your head in defeat and clench your eyes shut. He’ll get bored of you or he’ll cum. It’s what comes after that you should really be worried about. By the sounds he’s making, he’s far from losing interest. He seems to be getting a bit carried away, muttering something along the lines of “take it, slut” and needing to celebrate holidays more often.

That’s when you hear it.

Spooky, scary, skeletons send shivers down your spine

At first, you think it’s a joke. Like you’re having some sort of twisted nightmare and reality has finally decided to throw you a bone to lead your consciousness back home. But his manic fucking never stops and neither does the pain.

Shrieking souls with shock your soul, seal your doom tonight

A few blinks to clear the fresh wave of agony and one hand digging into the side of the pumpkin to stable yourself enough against his rutting to search for the source of the noise. There’s a glowing light a few feet from you, flashing and vibrating but just out of reach.

Your phone. It’s your phone. Your bag had landed not far from where he had you pinned, and your phone had been thrown from the bag.

Your new October ringtone plays through the damaged speakers, flashing your best friends face on the screen. She’s looking for you, probably wondering where you went. She’d never find you here. No one would.

We’re so sorry skeletons, you’re so misunderstood

Help is so close, yet so far away. Your sobs begin anew, feeling his cock pulse as he whines something about breeding his pretty little bitch into your ear. He’s cumming inside you, papping his hips against you in a shallow, offbeat rhythm. You can feel it, hear it squelching and leaking down your thighs. He came. Inside you. And judging from what few words you can make out between your agonized cries, he has every intention of doing it again.

You just want to socialize but I don’t think we should

[lupienne]

The Reality - Negan and Lucille

Hey guys, here’s a little Halloween fic of Negan and Lucille. I started it like two years ago and never felt motivated to finish it. So I finally sat down today on Halloween and wrote the end of it, and while I’m not really happy with it... whatever. Here it is anyway! I think it’s kind of bittersweet, but that’s just me. 

-

The Reality

Gourds were on porches, leaves on the ground, and the stores were filled with pumpkin-flavored everything. The crisp air was a slap to the lungs, in a good way.

I'd always loved Fall, and I'd always looked forward to Halloween. That night when reality wavered on the edge. When you could be dark or light, the opposite of yourself – when you could be anything for just a few hours.

I hadn't been a fan of the days passing by lately. Dread sat like a tumor in my stomach.

The reality was... that reality fucking sucked.

I watched my breath puff out white as I came home on Thursday. Maybe it wouldn't fucking rain this Halloween. We might get snow instead.

After dinner, I polished off a few apple cider donuts, then settled on the couch to watch TV with Lucille. She was quiet and sleepy-eyed as the clock ticked towards my bedtime. The holiday was days away, falling right splat on a Saturday.

“Tony said he found some fuckin' booze flavored like Candy Corn. I hope that's not all he's gonna have, because that's gross as fuck.” I yawned. “What do you think I should dress as? Fuck, I shouldn't have waited until the last minute.”

We always attended Tony Synder's party down the block. I wasn't really crazy about the guy, but I'm not gonna pass up free food or secretly laughing at the neighbor's costumes. (I always looked fucking amazing.) I liked to switch up my style, but Lucille usually dressed as a witch. And not some sloppy, warty green hag...but a hot fucking witch. Her slim figure in a black corset, her tits pushed up, her cascade of black curls falling over one eye. In years past, we'd come home from that party partly drunk and ripping each other's costumes off as we stumbled through the door. God damn. I was almost getting hard thinking of it.

Almost. The past few years, Lucille had me at arm's reach and I couldn't blame her. I was shit, I was an unfaithful piece of shit, but she-

That shit didn't matter anymore.

“He-Man,” she said with a chuckle. “I want to see you rocking that little leather harness.”

“Goddamn, that's right on the edge of indecent exposure. Isn't he practically naked?”

“Why do you think I suggested it?”

“I would make a hot blond.” I slid closer to her, and she nestled against my side. “You gonna be my Bewitching Beauty as always?”

She was quiet for so long I thought she'd fallen asleep.

“...think I'm gonna sit this one out.”

“But why?”

“I don't know. Just not up to it, I guess. But you go, have fun. Maybe you'll find a hot date.”

I swallowed hard. After everything....I couldn't laugh at those types of jokes.

“...Stop that shit. You're the only hot date I want. I don't wanna go alone. We don't have to stay long.”

“Look, Negan, they won't want me there.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Tony adores you, which is why I ain't his biggest fan, cause I know he's always wanted to stick his dick in you-”

She let out a laugh that was more of a scoff. “Doubt he feels that way now. Nobody wants a dying woman at their party, making things awkward.”

I felt like I'd been punched in the goddamn balls. My stomach went to my throat and I roiled with sudden nausea. Eyes burning with acid. I fought it, I fought it motherfuckin' hard . My jaw clenched like I was in rigor mortis, my body shuddering.

“Don't...don't say fucking shit like that.”

She nudged my ribs. “God, calm down, Negan. What about this, huh? I don't have any hair.”

“It's Hallo-fucking-ween. Everyone is wearing a motherfuckin' wig right now. You'll fit right in.”

She leaned her head on my arm. “I'm tired. I'll think about it. Ok?”

That meant no. But it wasn't official yet, so I was gonna stop at the party store and buy that fucking He-Man getup and the best witch wig I could find. She'd change her mind right quick once she saw me in that loincloth.

As she went to bed, I stared out the window at the orange light of our Jack-o-lantern. The nausea had settled back into my bones. A constant undercurrent, moving through my veins like poisoned blood.

Too many tricks, life. Not enough treats.

---

Friday night. I stopped at the party store. The cashier rung up my purchases, then looked me over with a twinkle in her eye. I refused to be flattered – ok, I was kind of fucking flattered. The wig for Lucille was the most expensive they had. If you squinted, it looked nearly like her natural spill of curls.

At home, I put my hand on the package, and felt a rush of fucking darkness come over me. I had to fucking sit there, like so many nights, fighting the thoughts that stung like needles. If I let them keep stinging, the tears would come – the fucking breakdown would follow.

So I fought it. I shut it down. I fucking locked it up, because Lucille doesn't like it when I fall apart – and why should she? I'm the man. I'm supposed to be her rock. She hates it when I cry. I hate it when I cry.

So I fucking smiled when I walked in the door. I smelled Chinese food. Lucille was already piling mine onto a plate – the sweet n' sour chicken I love. All she ordered was a tub of Wonton soup. I frowned, but said nothing. At least she's eating.

She looked at the bag in my hand, and she too, said nothing. “Dinner's ready. And I rented some Halloween movies.”

We ate and watched Child's Play and Micheal Myers and a leprechaun who makes bad jokes. I didn't mention the costume or the party, but I knew I'd be going alone. I spend the last movie wondering how I'll excuse my wife's absence, and how the fuck I'm gonna endure the pity in their eyes. It fucking pissed me off. That they're putting her in the ground already. That she's putting herself there.

“Honey,” she rubbed my tense arm. “You ok?”

“Yeah, babe. Just...indigestion.”

And damn this woman, she got up to make me a cup of peppermint tea. I sat there numb, wondering what the fuck I'm going to do without her.

----

“By the POWER OF GRAYSCALE, behold my glorious sword! ...and by sword, I mean dick.” I adjusted He-Man's fake-fur loincloth. Played with it, flipped it around. I wore some black boxers under it, but I was still worried about...slippage. I looked so fucking ridiculous.

I slid on the blond bob wig, examining the hot mess in the mirror. “Haha, oh yeah! What a fine motherfucker. Jesus H Christ. I am a glutton for punishment. Ok, babe. I'm decent! Come check me out before I head over there!”

“It's Grayskull, not Grayscale. Get it right, Negan.”

The bedroom door swung open and my mouth dropped. My Lucille stood there, the black wig cascading over her shoulders. Her body, slimmer than ever, hugged by a slinky black dress and purple corset. Glitter dusted her chest and cheeks.

“Goddamn, woman.”

“I couldn't miss out on that Candy Corn booze.”

I smiled, but we both knew she wouldn't be drinking that. She'd be spending the night over the toilet. I had to banish that thought fuckin' quick. She already spends too many nights over the toilet.

“I'll taste test it for you first. Let you know exactly how fucking disgusting it is.”

-

We headed down the block, passing early Trick-or-Treaters. The rain had come after all, but merely presented as a pathetic drizzle. The mist in the air diffused the street lamps into yellow balls of light. I wish I'd brought my coat to drape over Lucille's bare shoulders. Spooky music played from our elderly neighbor's house and he waved at us. Lucille waved back.

Tony's yard had become a graveyard of cardboard tombstones and dry ice. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lucy shiver.

“Want me to go back and grab a coat?”

“Don't be dumb. We're almost there.”

On the porch, Tony's tween kid sat in a lawn chair with a bowl of candy. No costume, how quaintly rebellious. She looked bored as fuck until we rolled up, and then she snickered openly. Dear fucking God. I hoped my loincloth was in place. My nipples were like fucking pebbles on either side of the plastic harness. I quickly banged on the door.

Tony opened it. “Negan! And Lucille! Very nice, very nice. Love the costume, although I'd never call you a witch. Or anything rhyming with it.”

We did an obligatory laugh. The tween rolled her eyes.

“You look cold, Negan. Better step inside. I got the lager ready to go.” Tony had the same damn smirk as his kid.

“Why did you pick this costume for me again?” I muttered. We passed through the entryway strung with a beaded curtain of bats and spiders. The living room was bathed in red light and Monster Mash blasted from the stereo. Tony's wife always went all-out with this shit. A skeleton sat in the armchair and fake cobwebs were every-fucking-where. I hoped the dry ice didn't affect Lucy's breathing.

Wifey Tanya came over, hugging Lucille and complimenting our costumes. I glanced down, wondering how they saw her. Did they know the shadowed eyes and gaunt cheeks weren't make-up? Did they notice the weight she'd lost?

I still saw beauty. The cut flower, vibrant and blooming –just don't think of the future, the withering-

Freeze that shit in time. I closed my ears to nothing but the soundtrack of screams and creaking doors, back-lit with the wailing of ghosts. Party guest voices blabbered over it all. We melted into the past. It was another party like the parties of years before. Slightly pathetic in that 'thirty-something's hanging out' kind of way. Laughing too loud. Secretly sizing each other up.

At least the lime green jello shots were good.

So yeah, it was just another lame party, and because of that, it wasn't. Because for a while...we were normal. Lucille laughed. I saw her smiling. Within her costume, she wasn't the Sick One. She was the mischievous witch, mingling with devils and cowboys and kitty cats.

Mrs Tillerman from school was there. She drank too much of that nasty Candy Corn atrocity. I caught her checking me out and I felt – for maybe the first time ever – ashamed. Other women looked at me too, making slightly-tipsy comments in my direction. I was glad Lucille was across the room, no doubt bored out of her mind listening to Ms Crouch talk about her fucking kids. And by kids, I mean her cats.

“Mmm, hello, He-Man. Nice sword. Remember that time after school?” Mrs Tillerman, winking and nudging.

“Sorry, He-Man has no fucking recollection of that.”

She'd sucked my dick once. Just once. That was really enough for me. I think I'd only allowed it because I could. Now, I saw what a fucking piece of trash I was. Hopefully, when she sobered up, she would too.

“You don't?” She took another swig from her solo cup and let out a burp. I quickly turned her in the direction of the bathroom. Just in time, because Lucille was drifting my way.

“Motherfuckin' crowd is getting drunk. There's probably going to be barf in the apple-bobbin' water. As if bobbing for apples isn't fucking gross enough.” I had to yell as The Addam's Family theme blasted from the speakers.

“Yeah.” She looked pale under the glitter.

“You had enough?”

I knew she had. We'd done it, we'd made our appearance, we'd given proof of life. I squeezed her hand, then found our host. I was tired, had papers to grade, been a great party...you know the bullshit, Tony.

-

We walked home silently. I wanted to ask how she was feeling. It was a lump in my throat. She'd probably just be annoyed. Say I was worrying too much. Say she was fine.

The warm glow of our porch washed over us. It sparkled the glitter on her cheeks, flushed pink from the cold. I wanted badly to kiss her. Instead, I fumbled in my He-Man boot for the house key.

Kids screamed and laughed on the street, swinging their bags of candy. It was just another Halloween in a long line of them, stretching out into our future. Maybe ten years from now, our kid would join the others.

Tomorrow, I wouldn't think like this. But tonight – fucking dammit, I was going to pretend we had years ahead of us.

I got the door open, got us in, shut it against the chill.

“Fuck. Don't know if that was worth going to. You have fun?”

The orange glow filtered in through the glass panel of our front door. Moonlight through the windows, silvering the interior. Everything was dark, but sharply edged with white. Lucille turned to face me. She discarded her witch's hat, the wig – no...her hair, looking real and soft and luscious, spilling onto her shoulders. She slowly drew one hand up my naked stomach and my skin shivered under the touch.

“He-Man,” she rasped. “I've put you under my spell.”

“Lucille...?”

“It's Lucianna. Maiden of the Night. And I've cast my spell upon you.”

I imagined she'd gotten that crap from those dumb novels she liked to read. The ones with guys who wished they were as hot as me on the cover. “Oh yeah? What spell is that?”

Her hand drifted under my loincloth. I let out a breath. Shit. I hadn't felt her touch me there for weeks.

“The spell of Lust. I'm irresistible to you.”

She didn't need a spell for that.

She rose to her tiptoes, her cold arms against my chest. “...Negan. Make love to me. “

“...but...Lucille...”

It's too strenuous for you. You'll be tired. I'm afraid I'll hurt you -

She didn't look tired. Her eyes were dark and wide, her skin sparkling. The chilled hands sliding under the plastic harness were strong and sure. Her lips hungrily pressed to my chin. “...Don't resist me, He-Man. Give me this night – a Halloween like we used to have.”

I fucking melted like the half-frozen rain under the burning Halloween moon. What could I do?

“By the power of Grayscale, I pull forth my sword, Lucianna!”

“That's Grayskull, He-man!” She laughed as I backed her to the couch, my hands fumbling at her corset. “Ooh, that's such a big sword you have. You sure you can lift that thing up?”

“Witch, I'm gonna impale you so fuckin' deep with my hard steel. You just fuckin' wait.”

“Oh, I'm waiting, but you still have your clothes on.”

Heh. Good thing He-Man was half-fucking-naked already. The witch was helpless to my brute strength as I lifted her and carried her into the bedroom.

-

To be honest, there wasn't anything rough or hard about it. Even on devil's night, I had to maintain some sense of restraint. My hands gently stroked ribs under frail skin, planted kisses onto delicate shoulders and licked along a ridge of collarbone. Lucianna, my withering flower, her beauty stretched across bones.

Her hands, digging hard into my shoulders, her legs, wrapping me like squeezing pythons – well, they felt anything but weak.

After, we lay breathing and nestled together. The light outside came and went, broken up by drifting clouds. Lucille's sharpened features were softened. Her wig was still on and still looked real as fuck – money well spent. Her eyes, half-lidded, were tired, but tired in a good fucking way.

“Not a bad fucking Halloween, huh, Lucy?”

“Pretty damn good fucking Halloween,” she whispered.

She closed her eyes, and I watched her, drowsing there in the dark. Her spell was slowly melting away; her magic could only veil the truth so long.

But for a few hours, reality shifted and wavered on the edge. She was alive, she was here, and we would spend our nights beside each other, just like this.

For just the brief span of our last Halloween night, I could have it. It was my reality.

And the reality was... that reality was fucking great.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Laying in Wait (Indruck)

The prompt for the third was:Legend of Hag Hill

When you’ve lived somewhere your whole life, you develop one of two relationships with local legends: complete and utter belief, or the belief that the legend is utter bullshit. 

For Duck, Hag Hill is solidly in that second category. Weird lights, sudden, disorienting fog, ghostly laughter; he’s hid out on the hill smoking or making out or killing time and never seen any of it, no matter how dark the sky is when he’s there. 

He’s here for a slightly new reason tonight, as some kids from his Comp 101 class at Kepler Community College asked if he wanted to hang out and pull some mild pranks on the hill. Sure, hardly anyone comes on it this time of year, because Halloween looming on the horizon always gives the tales about the hill more substance in people’s minds. He mentioned this, hoping he could sway them towards a night at the Wolfe Bar and Grille or maybe just chilling in someone’s apartment or dorm, rather than freezing their asses off on a hillside, but they all insisted. So here they’ve sat, for over an hour, under a midnight moon, with not a soul passing by.

Then again, what else would he be doing? Sitting in his shitty apartment, swearing at the heater and watching some late night, bargain bin movie? The only thing he likes doing at home he can do here. Well, kind off. Odds are the other guys would complain if he started jerking off. 

See, there’s this guy in his entomology class. Tall, with a weird face and a weirder demeanor, and only taking the class because he needs to fulfill his breadth requirements. He sits at the back next to Duck, didn’t say a word to him until two weeks ago, when he asked if Duck would help him study for the upcoming quiz. Duck assumed it was because he was the closest person to ask, but once they sat down in the coffee shop on H Street, it became clear that Indrid, his new study buddy, had another reason.

“Thank you for agreeing to help me. You, ah, you clearly know your stuff.”

“How the fuck can you tell?” He barely spoke in class. 

“I see you filling in the slides with the correct answers well before the professor says them. You know some of this already.”

“You gotta know a decent amount about bugs if you wanna work for the forest service.” He mumbles, bracing for the Smokey the Bear joke.

“Oh! Oh of course, that makes perfect sense. I imagine invasive species, and symbiotic ones, are of interest in that field.”

They hadn't gotten to the notes for the quiz, because Duck got going about invasive insects, which lead to a discussion of moths, which lead to Indrid showing him his Deaths Head Moth tattoo, proudly explaining he’d designed it himself. They met at the cheap Chinese buffet the next night, and did actually study between trading stories about how they came to be in Kepler. Indrid laughed at once point, dyed-silver hair catching the warm light in the dim room, and Duck suddenly found that strange face strangely handsome. 

It’s nice to have a crush, it’s been awhile since he had one on a guy who might one day reciprocate. He’s pretty sure Indrid’s been checking him out this week. It’s hard to tell with those red glasses he wears. 

“Fucking finally.” Colton, he’s pretty sure that’s the guys name, shushes them into position, shattering Duck’s fantasizing.

“Can’t believe he fell for it.” Says the guy next to Duck

“I’m a pretty smooth talker when I wanna be” Colton whispers. 

Duck suddenly has a bad feeling about this, tries to back up only to snap a stick and have Colton grab his arm. 

“Hello?” A voice carries from the other side of the outcropping of grey stones. 

“What the fuck man, let go.” Duck hisses, leaves rustling under his feet.

“I really hope that is a deer.” The voice mutters.

“Now.” Colton pops up, dragging Duck with him, all the boys letting out their most blood-chilling screams.

There’s a responding yelp, followed by a cry of pain as their victim falls backwards into bramble. Duck recognizes the pink and yellow sweater as soon as he sees it, and his heart tries to crawl out his toes when the frightened gaze lands on him.

“You get it?” Colton looks to his left, where one of his friends is holding up his phone. 

“Yep. Fuck, man, you really think we’d invite you to chill with us up here? You’re such a fuckin weirdo.”

Indrid doesn’t even look at the others, his eyes remaining on Duck.

“Is, is that what you truly think of me?” 

“Pfft, see, this is what I mean. That weird way of talking, those glasses, even heard you talking to yourself, which is even fuckin weirder than that thing you do with your hands.” 

Duck likes it when Indrid flaps his hands; it means he’s excited, and an excited, happy Indrid is a sight he’s rapidly grown to adore.

Without a word, he grabs the offending phone, deleting the video before the others register what's happening. 

“What the fuck?”

“You wanna see a funny prank? Fetch, dipshit” He hurls the phone as far as it will go, the others flipping him off and calling him every name under the sun as they run after it. 

Indrid is gone when he turns back, but he’s in time to see a flash of color disappear around the next curve in the trail. The taller man is picking thorns from his sweater, and freezes when he hears Duck’s footsteps. 

“I swear, if you try anything like that again, I will push you down the hill.”

“‘Drid” Duck reaches out, touching his arm to stop him, “I’m so fuckin sorry, I had no idea that’s what they were plannin, I thought we were hanging around to do some silly jumpscare on anyone walkin by, not that they fuckin lured you out here.”

Indrid is clearly contemplating pushing him down the hill anyway. 

“C’mon, I’m tellin the truth. Remember what happened the last time I tried to lie?”

The other man blinks, then snickers, “Ah yes, the abysmal attempt to blame cockroaches for your missing homework.”

“I’m still real fuckin sorry. And, uh, I deleted the video. Hope that phone broke on the rock when I threw it.”

Indrid raises an eyebrow, “Valiant.”

“Hush, I’m tryin to help.”

“I know.” He grins a little wider, “it's a pity, I’ve never lived in a place with a haunted hill before. I was looking forward to observing it with friends.”

“Eh, you ain’t missin much. Place is about as haunted as my apartment.”

Indrid elbows him playfully “Come now, don’t ruin my fun. Is it true people have seen strange lights?”

“That's what they say.”

“And that you get lost in a fog never to be seen again.”

“It's a tiny hill in the grand scheme of things. Hard to get that lost. Uh, where are you goin, by the way?”

“Back to my car.”

“But the parking lot’s-” he turns, finds  low, thick fog behind him, “thataway?”

“I thought it was this--oh, oh dear.” The fog is all around them, seeping into Duck’s skin.

“Okay, uh, well, we now it’s at the bottom of the hill, so all we gotta do is follow the slope.”

“...What slope?”

“The fuck?” The ground is flat, no matter how far he feels out with his feet.

“I propose we keep walking until we either get out of the fog or find the road.” He seems incredibly calm. 

“Good, uh, good plan.” He falls in just behind him, keeps his ears open for cars or other signs of life. He’s starting to worry, gets so distracted by it that he collides with Indrid’s back.

“Duck, are the lights associated with Hag Hill red and orange, by chance?”

“Yep.”

Indrid points to where two lights hover in the distant, dark fog, like the eyes of a waiting beast. 

“Well, fuck.”

“Run!” Indrid shoves him back the way they came, sprinting behind him on his long legs. It isn’t even two minutes before they hit a dead end.

“What the fuck, this cliff bit is on the other side of the fuckin hill from where we were!”

“Somehow I doubt the spirits care where we began, merely where we end up. Quickly, down here.” He tugs Duck behind a large, dying tree, the two of them huddling close together. 

“Dare I ask what happens to people who see the lights?”

“Never seen again.”

A bitter chuckle, “of course.” Indrid scrubs his hands up his face, tilting his glasses up as he does. Then he hisses, “Ouch, damn it all” and pulls a thorn from his finger, “gah, it still stings.”

“Here, lemme see.” Duck gently takes his wrist, “huh, yeah, looks like you got it, so at least it ain’t gonna fester. As for the sting..” Quickly, he dips his head and kisses the skin. Looks up to find Indrid blinking his brown eyes in confusion.

“What was the purpose of that?”

“To, uh, to make you feel better?”

“Are you trying to flirt right now?”

“No, uh, fuck, uh, I mean, I, uh, fuck, Indrid, if we’re gonn get eaten by ghosts or some shit, there’s somethin I wanna do.” 

With that, he grabs Indrid’s forearms and pulls him forward, kissing him. Indrid sighs against his lips, then hums happily as Duck works his way into his lap. He growls a little and Indrid shivers, breaks the kiss to nip and kiss at his neck while Duck brings his fingers up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles before drawing the pricked finger between his lips and sucking.

“Duck” Indrid purrs, nuzzling his cheek.

“Right here, darlin.”

Chills skitter up his spine and Indrid goes dead still in his arms, eyes wide as they stare over his shoulder. 

“Oh dear, our apologies young gentlemen.” The red light forms into a woman as it speaks, the orange light doing the same. Both are dressed like they belong at  a living history museum.

“Yes, we did not know you were lovers. Those for whom our hill was meant.”

“Your hill? But don’t that make you-”

“Hags? Yes, by the language of our fellow townspeople, we were such things due to our magic.”

“I lost my life to them.” The orange-eyed sighs.

“And I mine avenging her. They buried us here, unmarked, not knowing it had always been our favorite space. A space we wished to be for others in love, in our absence.”

“I’m sorry they were so cruel to you.” Indrid says softly. 

“In the end we triumphed, our love stronger than death. We live eternally in our beloved hill, they rest uneasy and miserable in their graves.” Red eyes waves her hand, and the fog clears.

“There is your way to town, should you wish to depart now.” Orange eyes smiles, “and if you wish to tarry, around that bend you will find a place better made for privacy.”

“Thats’, uh, that’s mighty generous of you, but I’m gettin cold.”

“And I ought to check on my rats.” Indrid stands, helping Duck up before bowing a bit awkwardly, “thank you both for your, ah, help?”

The women share an enigmatic smile, and then they’re gone. 

“Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

“Agreed.” 

As they wind their way down to the parking lot, Indrid looks at Duck shyly, “Was your desire to kiss me purely near-death experience related?”

“Nope. Been thinkin about it all week. You, uh, wanna go on a date this weekend? One with less fog and mortal terror?”

“I’d be delighted.” They reach Indrid’s beat-up compact, “would you like a ride home?”

“Sure, thanks ‘Drid.” 

Indrid opens his door, then pauses, fingers drumming on the car, “or you could, ah, could spend the night at my place?”

Maybe it’s a leftover adrenaline rush, or maybe it’s just Indrid, but Duck’s suddenly feeling pretty damn brave.

“Hell yeah, darlin. Let’s go.”

[anotherhargrovebitch]

learning for myself : b.h

billy can’t take his eyes off of a girl who is taken by an older guy. but when he notices small details, he really cannot take his eyes off of you. (3.1k)

(also for @salemlysi​ - hope you like it and thanks for reading!)

* stranger things writing *

this is the third and final installment on my mini series. thank you for the support on this and i hope the ending does it justice. :)

stronger and older / growing wiser / learning for myself 

It had been over a week since the Halloween party, and Billy was still sporting a close to healed cut lip and darkening bruise across his cheekbone. Who’d of thought Danny could have such a good punch? Clearly, you knew otherwise.

School had continued, but you were nowhere to be seen or heard of. Billy did keep an eye out for you, just to make sure you were alright, yet no one had seen you. 

“Where’s Danny’s girl been anyway?” Carol questions, moving to sit on Tommy’s lap as they sat outside in the Autumn breeze. 

Billy’s ears perk up as he continues to smoke his cigarette, trying to seem unphased by the conversation as he struggles to ignore the flips of his stomach. “Yeah, haven’t seen her since her douchebag boyfriend punched me.” Billy huffs and Carol gives him a sweet smile, knowing there’s always more than meets the eye with Billy. 

Tommy shrugs his shoulders. “Heard she’s been to see him at college. Took some time out.” He mutters and winks to Carol who simply rolls her eyes in response. 

“So she’s out of town, with him?” Billy questions, hearing his tone become more aggressive. 

Gripping Carol’s hips, Tommy nods. “She went back with him after the party. I mean, that’s what I overheard her friends sayin’ in Bio yesterday.” Tommy comments and watches as Billy rises to his feet and walks straight to his car. 

Watching him walk away, Tommy huffs. “Wow, what’s his deal today?” Jackson speaks up, and Carol shoots him a cold look. 

“Better to not ask Jackson, unless you want a black eye.” Carol jokes, glancing back to Tommy who nervously smiles, never detecting if his girlfriend is merely joking or being serious. 

Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, Billy pulls up to the school gates as Max climbs in. “You wanna go to the skate park, Max?” Billy asks her calmly as she dumps her bags in between her legs.

Pausing, Max turns to look at Billy with a confused expression. “What?” She raises an eyebrow, wondering if someone has abducted Billy and replaced him in the course of a few hours.

He flashes a small smile, making Max shift in her seat. “Wanna go skating? I mean, I doubt Susan will mind and she’ll thank me for it.” Billy reasons without disclosing his true intentions of going.

Max shrugs her shoulders as she puts her seatbelt on. “Y/n isn’t there this week, she said she’d be back Monday so I don’t have anyone to talk to.” Max states and Billy drives off, heavy on the gas back home without saying a single word.

Parking outside the house, Max opens the car door but pauses as she holds her bag. “You know, you can’t save her, Billy.” Max mutters as Billy looks over at her with cold eyes. “She won’t listen to anyone, everyone has tried to make it stop but it’s no use.” Max explains, having listened to hours over the course of the last few weeks at the skate park of phone calls and random people turning up and pleading with you. 

“I’ll find a way, Max.” Billy mutters under his breath as Max walks off back into the house whilst Billy remains seated in his car, unsure what to do with himself. 

*

His friends have noticed that he isn’t the same Billy he normally is. Billy hasn’t lashed out at anyone in days, he’s kept quiet and studied. For the first time since he started Hawkins High, his attendance has never been better. 

Regardless of the cause, the teachers couldn’t be happier about the sudden change in attitude. 

When Monday morning rolled around, Billy ensured he was at school on time. His first lesson of the day was Chemistry and knew you’d be there. All he wanted to do was see you, catch your eye and smile. He wanted to make sure that you were alright, that you weren’t laced with injuries this time. 

“Woah, Hargrove, where you goin’?” Tommy chuckles as Billy walks past all of his friends, not even giving them a second glance as he continues into the school building. 

Billy cannot stop his leg from shaking as he hovers by his locker, still waiting to see you walk by to your locker, arm in arm with your friends. But when the bell rings and you’ve still not passed, he feels the pit in his stomach only increase.

Keeping his head down, he walks into Chemistry and takes his usual spot at the back of the class. He doesn’t acknowledge the person already in on the opposite bench. 

“Oh my god, Y/n, hey!” One of your friends walk in and Billy immediately looks straight ahead expecting to see you in front of him, but as his eyes wander he spots that you’re the person on the opposite bench at the back of the class. 

You tug on your friend to take the spot beside you, blocking you from Billy’s view. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” You tell your friend as she makes hushed comments. “I hit my head on his dorm room door, shit happens.” You laugh it off and keep your head down, hair covering your face as the class begins.

Throughout the entire lesson, all Billy can focus on is you being back. He wants to take a look at you, wishing he could hold you close. 

As the bell rings, everyone files out including you. Billy keeps his distance as he watches you walk into the library and follows you through. 

Standing in the entrance, he watches as a few people give him weird glances, secretly wondering if he’s lost.  

Ignoring the stares, Billy looks around to see you hunched up in the far corner of the library and walks straight toward you. 

You remain in your own world, leaning your head in your hand as you write notes from the book in front of you. “Hey,” Billy clears his throat, watching as you tense in your seat but you keep your head down.

“Hi, Billy.” You mutter back, unaware of how Billy is nervously fiddling with his fingers, something Hargrove never does. 

Moving around to sit opposite you, Billy licks his lips. “Listen, I just wanted to talk to you quickly, about the party,” He speaks quietly, leaning in closer as your hair covers your face. 

“We don’t have to talk about the party, Billy. I’m sorry that Danny was such a dick that night, but he didn’t mean it.” You explain, not taking your eyes from your textbooks as Billy scoffs.

“Can you just look at me, Y/n?” His question leaves his lips in a harsher tone than he anticipated as he watches you flinch. 

Sighing to yourself, you lift your head up and see the bruise on his cheekbone turning purple, the edges a shade of yellow you’ve memorised on how to cover. 

But the state of himself is the least of Billy’s concerns as he sees your left eye is entirely bruised. Your eyes are tired and your lips are cracked. Despite the Winter coming, the school is well heated and everyone around you is in t-shirts, but you’re in full layers, hiding any exposed skin Billy could comment on. 

Stretching his hand out, Billy holds his palm open and watches as you hesitantly reach out. “Are you okay, Y/n?” Billy looks you in the eyes, seeing your lips parting but no words follow. 

You shake your head. “I, I’m trying.” You close your eyes, forcing back the tears that are constantly threatening to fall with each passing minute. “Danny was so lovely, and he just turned. We, we had this wonderful week and when I told him I had to come home, he flipped.” You quietly explain as you use your free hand to pull on your sleeve. 

Billy’s eyes widen as he grips your hand tighter, seeing a series of bruises and scratch marks covering your forearm. “I’m going to kill him.” He mutters seriously, locking his blue eyes with yours.

“Please, Billy,” You whisper. “do not do anything. I, I’m not some damsel in distress I can, can handle it.” You ramble, swallowing back the lump growing in your throat as you pull your sleeve back down. 

Quietly, Billy scoffs. “Oh yeah sweetheart, and how’s that going for you?” He retorts back, louder than he intended. 

Before he can say anything else, he feels your hand slip out of his as you pack up your books. “Fuck you, Billy.” You spit at him as you wipe your eyes and walk to the staircase to the quieter section of the library, wanting to just be alone with your thoughts.

For the rest of the day, you avoided Billy as best as you could. You knew he meant well, and that he could help you with your situation, but you were too scared to act on it. What if Danny somehow turned it back on you, made it your fault that this has all happened?

As the end of the day came, you went straight to the skate park to have some fresh air. You watched as a few of the kids approached you, none of them commenting on the black eye which was a relief. That was until Max turned up and immediately she wrapped her arms around you and you closed your eyes, unaware of Billy still in his car watching. 

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but Billy could help.” Max speaks up as she pulls herself away from you. “He might be a dick, but he has a heart somewhere in there and he has a sweet spot for you.” She chuckles at the thought and watches as a smile ghosts your lips.

You pat her shoulder, walking her further toward the others. “I appreciate it Max, I just don’t know how to do this.” You tell her, glancing back to see Billy sitting on the hood of his car.

“If you guys all just get ready, I’ll be back in a few minutes alright?” You explain to them all as you jog over to Billy, watching as he slides off of the hood and stands before you. “You want to help me?” You immediately question, not focusing on how close you’re stood in front of him or the small smirk on his lips. Billy holds his arms up.

“If you’d let me, Princess.” He replies and you nod. “And I know you’re not a damsel in distress, you’re pretty capable of handling things yourself.” He leans in closer, whispering the sentence into your ear as he pulls away, his eyes glancing to your lips.

“Danny is visiting this weekend, if I invite him over can you please be there? I, I’m scared he might do something.” You look down, playing with the cuffs of your hoodie.

Gently, Billy rests his fingers beneath your chin, his fingers spreading out to cross your cheek as he strokes it softly. “Just tell me a time angel, I’ll be there.” He whispers to you as you smile and nod.

You lift your hand up, resting it on his as you lean into the gentle embrace, something you’ve silently been longing for. “Thank you, Billy.” You mutter to him before you once again slip out of his embrace and walk back over to start the session with the kids, and Max can’t help but notice the smile on your face is genuine this time.

*

Pacing around your bedroom, you knew your parents were out and now would be the only chance you could have. Danny would never act poorly in front of your parents, he would never lay a finger on you if they were in the house. Now was your only chance to say everything, be loud and upset without anyone interfering. 

“How you doing?” Billy speaks up as he remains perched on the edge of your bed, still looking around at the posters and photographs that lace your walls. 

You shake your head as you bite at your nails, deep in thought. “Can I seriously do this?” You question with a short laugh. “I mean, he’s going to kill me. He will actually kill me for doing this.” 

Rising to his feet, Billy walks over and takes your hands in his, forcing you to focus on him. “I won’t ever let that happen, Princess.” He tells you with no hint of sarcasm underlying his tone. “If he tries to hurt you, I’m right here.” 

The doorbell rings and your eyes widen in fear. “If I call, you’ll come?” You whisper and Billy nods. 

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath as you turn around and walk out of your bedroom, doing your best to put on your best smile as you reach the front door.

“Baby, I missed you.” Danny chuckles, bringing you into his arms as he kisses you softly. As he releases you from his embrace, he tuts. “Baby, I told you to cover that with makeup, why don’t you do as I say, huh?” He motions to the bruise around your eye as you lower your gaze. 

“I’m home alone, Danny, no one will notice.” You weakly reply as you glance upstairs before walking into the living room. 

The way Danny talks to you, how he belittles you in a mere sentence boils Billy’s blood. He stands in the doorway, waiting for his signal as he resists the urge to run down and do something already. 

“So how’ve you been, missing me?” Danny chuckles as he takes a seat on the sofa, expecting you to sit beside him. Yet to his surprise, you remain on your feet. “Come on, baby.” He pats the spot next to him with a smile, but you stay planted where you are. “What’s going on, Y/n?” His tone suddenly turns from light-hearted to serious. 

You open your mouth to speak, but the sound of your heartbeat is drowning everything out. “Danny, I, I can’t be with you anymore.” You manage to get the words out as your eyes fixate on the small coffee stain on the carpet beneath your feet.

“Oh, and why’s that, baby?” Danny laughs loudly, a sound that churns your stomach. “I treat you so well, you’re my Queen.” He rises to his feet, nearing you as you back away to the window. “Why wouldn’t you want me? No one else will want you, Y/n.” He spits in your face, the hurtful words you’ve heard all before.

Shaking your head, he grips your face in his hand. “Stop it, Danny.” You plead, but his grip only tightens. 

“No one will want you, Y/n. Not after I’m done with you.” Your eyes widen as you see his fist nearing you, but before you can signal for Billy you watch as he charges toward the pair of you, tackling Danny to the ground.

Leaning against the window, you pant heavily as you watch Billy straddling Danny, punching him repeatedly. “Never talk to her like that!” Billy yells as you watch blood lines Danny’s nose. “You will never find anyone like her you piece of shit.” Billy states as he rises to his feet, kicking Danny in the groin before forcing him to his feet, gripping his shirt in his fist. “You ever think about coming near her, or talking to her again I will kill you.” 

Danny spits blood and scoffs. “She’s a whore anyway. Do what you want.” Danny comments as he looks over at you, seeing a broken girl before him. “I knew you were a whore since Halloween. I hope you’re happy.” He looks you up and down one last time as you cross your arms over your chest. 

Billy drags Danny out of your house, throwing him down the steps. “Don’t call her a whore, you girl beater.” Billy mutters into his face. “I don’t forget a face, Danny. So don’t ever try any shit with Y/n again.” 

Walking back into the house, Billy slams the door shut as he sighs heavily before turning into the living room to find you curled up in the corner, tears lining your cheeks.

Crouching down in front of you, Billy hushes. “Hey, you’re okay,” He speaks quietly as you nod. 

“He’s not coming back, is he?” You whimper and Billy nods. “I, I’m better than that? I, will I find someone better than h,him?” You cry and Billy moves to sit beside you, bringing you into his arms as you sob into his chest. 

“You deserve someone who will treat you with respect, Y/n. Someone who will take you to the movies and get you all the snacks you desire. Who’ll walk with you in pride as opposed to hiding you away. You will find someone who notices all the little things and will never let you go.” Billy rambles as he daydreams, unaware of you looking up at him with a small smile on your lips.

“Thank you, Billy.” You speak up as you shuffle to sit upright and lean in, kissing his cheek. 

The small action takes Billy by surprise. For someone who was a womaniser, he was used to affection in greater forms, but the simplicity of you kissing his stubbled cheek was one he would never tire of. 

“Do you want me to stay for a while? I, I don’t have anywhere to be.” He suggests and you nod immediately. 

“Can we go to bed for a bit? I’m so tired.” You whisper and Billy helps you to your feet, but you pause as you notice the redness of his knuckles. “Let me help you clean those up first.” You say and ignore his protests. 

Taking his hand in yours, you guide him into your bathroom as he takes a seat on the closed toilet whilst you clean him up the best you could. He noticed how delicate you were with him, the caution you take as you clean the wounds. 

“There,” You say with a small smile. “it’s an improvement at least.” You chuckle and Billy can’t help but laugh too.

“Well thank you, Princess.” He replies as he helps you to your feet, looking down at your lips before leaning in and kissing you softly. 

You taste of salty tears whilst he tastes of tobacco and mint. A combination that shouldn’t work, but weirdly is irresistible. 

Billy wraps his arms around you as he lifts you up, taking you into your room before you lie on your bed in each other's arms. “You won’t let me go, will you Billy?” You question as you move his curls from his eyes, seeing his lips curl into a smile.

“Never, Princess.” 

[unapologeticallyjaylos]

descendants halloween week - day 3

prompt: haunted house

pairings: jay x carlos ; mal x evie

rating: T for references to abuse and sex

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There was a reason Carlos declined to enter the haunted house with the rest of the Auradon group.

He wasn’t a wimp, as Chad had said. Nor had he been “too boring” like Audrey had implied. Carlos was neither of those things, and he knew it. These fake haunted houses - set up around Halloween with the primary purpose to scare the shit out of kids who’d never truly been scared in their lives - didn’t even raise the hairs on his arm. He could predict every single thing that would happen tonight inside the dorm building masquerading as a “scary mansion.” From fake blood on the walls to hired students to jump out with chainsaws and maybe even a dummy hung from a ceiling fan should Fairy Godmother have loosened up the restrictions on gore level, the Auradon students had spared no expense trying to make the haunted house as terrifying as possible.

But it was all fake.

Each bloody handprint had been left by a laughing Auradon Prep student; the cobwebs had been carefully draped with the lights on; and the screams from within were all in good fun. So no; whatever the group had just paid five tickets to enter into at that night’s Auradon Prep Halloween Festival was not a haunted house.

“Hey, Pup.” Jay approached the bench Carlos was sitting on now, holding two cups of punch. Briefly, Carlos wondered whether it was spiked, but the possibility vanished all too quickly: Auradon parties definitely didn’t allow alcohol. “They were all out of the pink punch, but I figured this was just as good.”

Handing him one of the cups, Jay sat down beside him and stared out across the lawn at the booths and tents set up. Despite the black sky and late hour, Auradon Prep’s Campus was lit up with lanterns and strung lights, looking almost too lovely to be considered eerie enough for a Halloween party.

“Thanks.” Carlos sipped the punch without even really tasting it, still too lost in his thoughts to fully focus on its fruity flavor.

“Something’s on your mind.” Jay arched his brow, and Carlos sighed. Jay was too perceptive for his own good.

“Nah,” Carlos lied, fidgeting with his remaining strand of yellow tickets. “I was just waiting for you to come back, that’s all.”

“Where are the girls?” Jay glanced around, as if he expected to spot Mal and Evie among the throngs of students.

Carlos managed a grim smile. “They left to find the ‘bathroom’ ages ago.”

And Jay groaned under his breath, rolling his eyes. “Damn them. Of course Mal is getting some tonight. Fuck, I really gotta get laid now.” He shook his head, and for a moment, Carlos wondered if he’d drop the previous subject. But after a moment, Jay’s eyes narrowed again. “But that doesn’t let you off the hook; what’s up? Did someone say something? Chad? Cause I’ll kick his ass, you know I will.”

“Chad is a moron.” Carlos truly didn’t care what Chad thought about him. “Besides, they all went to the haunted house anyway.”

“Haunted house?” Jay screwed up his face. “What the hell is that?”

“Some stupid thing they do here,” Carlos explained with a small shrug, gesturing to the dorm building with its flickering lights and screaming occupants. “They go in there to get scared. There’s fake blood and spiders and people yelling at you.”

“Why would they do that?” Jay’s eyebrows were knitted together in confusion.

“The adrenaline rush, I guess.” Carlos noted Jay’s relaxation and figured the other boy could understand that, at least; he’d always gotten off on dangerous building jumps or motorbike races down the dusty island roads.

“You didn’t go right?” Jay suddenly looked concerned. “Did they try and make you do it?”

“No.” Carlos scoffed a little, because really, as if he’d be so weak-willed as to let a bunch of princes force him into that building. “I have no desire to set foot in there or be chased around by people waving their arms. I got enough of that growing up, thanks.”

“Hell Hall.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.”

Carlos figured Hell Hall was as close to a real haunted house as he would ever get. He hadn’t seen the place since they’d all left the island that fateful day - back when he was just fourteen - but still: fourteen years in that house was fourteen years too many.

Just then, Audrey came running back across the lawn, squealing alongside Jane. Their costumes - sparkly fairy wings and wands - glittered in the golden lantern light.

“Jay!” the daughter of Aurora laughed breathlessly. “Tell Jane she has to do the haunted house! It’s amazing! Even better than last year’s!”

Folding his arms, Jay grinned, and Carlos marveled at how quickly his energy morphed into flirtation. “Well, now, beautiful, were you scared? Shame I wasn’t there to hold your hand.”

Carlos knew Jay could care less about Audrey; he never cared about the girls he spoke to in that smooth purr. Still, he couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy at Jay’s sudden and complete focus on the other girl.

“Yes!” Audrey laughed, shaking Jane’s arm. “But you weren’t there, and now I know where all the scary parts are! I can be your wingman, Jane!”

“Wingman?” Carlos wrinkled up his nose.

“Yeah.” Audrey shook her head, sending her perfectly curled ringlets bouncing. “Like - someone who can help look out for you once you’re inside.” Apparently, she was growing impatient because she turned back the way she’d come, still grasping Jane’s arm. “Come on! We’re going!”

“Fine!” Fairy Godmother’s daughter huffed at last. “But Aud, you have to stay with me! You can’t abandon me like last year when…” Their voices drifted away as they blended back into the crowd.

“I’ll be your wingman,” Jay announced suddenly.

“I’m not going into that house.” For a wild, panicked moment, Carlos wondered if Jay would grab his arm and pull him towards the thing. He wasn’t scared of the Auradon Prep dorms, but perhaps the memories lurking beneath the surface had him more freaked out than he cared to admit.

But of course, Jay did nothing of the sort, and as the anxiety-riddled moment passed, Carlos felt a bit ashamed at having even let the thoughts enter his brain. Jay didn’t try to force him or even insist they move at all; he just shook his head and took another swig of punch. “In life, I mean. I’ll be your wingman. Look out for and support you and shit. Not leave you behind.”  

Maybe the drinks were spiked after all because a warm glow washed over Carlos. He smiled softly - his first real smile since hearing about the haunted house - and felt bold enough to lean against Jay. The other boy was warm, his steady, firm foundation supporting him perfectly; Carlos found himself oddly comforted by the contact - a new experience for him.

A group of cheerleaders passed suddenly - their practically translucent “ghost” costumes sure to make waves during the costume competition. Plenty of people drooled over them as they passed, and Carlos waited for Jay to do the same. But although they giggled and fell over each other as they walked by, Jay didn’t follow them.

“I thought you said you needed to get laid.” Carlos looked up at Jay from his spot on the other boy’s chest, ready for him to pull away at any moment. “Aren’t they usually down for a hookup? I’ll hold your punch if you wanna go… you know… to the bathroom. Just - wash your hands when you’re done, avoid the bathroom near the science wing because I heard Fairy Godmother was heading there a few minutes ago, and say hi to Mal and Evie for me if you see them.”

To his surprise, Jay only wrapped his arms around him tighter. “I’m good, ‘Los,” he shrugged. “A wingman wouldn’t leave his… his guy over a one-night stand. I’m all yours.”

All his.

Ironically, Carlos owed this warm, flushed feeling to a haunted house.

Maybe I don’t wanna go inside one ever again, but I suppose getting a wingman out of it hasn’t been the worst thing in the world.

[terrablogz]

THE AMUSEMENT PARK OF HALLOWEEN’S NIGHT!

It was a breezy evening, with the rain pouring down gloomily and the skies pitch dark. The wind was blowing very strongly and the trees outside were swishing side to side as if they were dancing. “Tap, tap, tap.”

“I wish this storm would go down,” said Vera.

“This sucks,” said Fera, who was Vera’s twin sister.

“Well, you guys wanna share some stories or fun facts?” asked Kiara, their youngest sister.

“Sure I guess,” said Vera.

“Ok, me first!” exclaimed Kiara.

“So this is a real fact I’ve heard about and researched online, it has been said that Merryhike has a mystifying amusement park which only appears in the woods on Halloween’s night!” said Kiara in a quiet voice.

“You mean the place Mum and Dad are bringing us this time?” asked Fera.

“Positively,” said Kiara

“Kiara, do you believe this?” asked Vera.

“Well, the only way to find out is when we leave there tomorrow,” said Kiara.

“But you said it only appears on Halloween nights,” murmured Fera.

“That’s right and Halloween is only 2 days away!” shouted Kiara!

“Well, we better get some sleep for tomorrow’s trip,” said Vera.

The girls said their goodnights and were off to bed.

The following morning, it was bright and sunny outside unlike the storm last night.

As the sun was shining bright, Vera woke up and got dressed for the trip while both her sisters were still sleeping.

“Wake up!” yelled Vera while shaking her sisters.

“Geez, I’m up!” said Kiara while yawning.

“Me too,” said Fera still looking half asleep

“Guys it's our trip to Merryhike today!” exclaimed Vera

“Right!” exclaimed Fera, fully awake.

“Woohoo, here we come Merryhike!” yelled Kiara in joy.

The girls were all settled in the car and were already on the road

“Are you excited girls?” asked Mrs. Denver, the girl's mother.

The girls exclaimed in joy, “You bet we are mum!”

“Well, Merryhike is known for its best berries,” said Mr. Denver, their father.

“Hmm, those berries do sound juicy!” sighed Fera.

As they were on the way to Merryhike they decided to take a break in a rest and relax area.

“Ahh, nice fresh air after that long ride,” said Mrs. Denver.

“Yep, couldn’t stand being in a car for that long anyway,” said Vera

“We better hit the road before it gets dark, so hop on!” said Mr. Denver.

As soon as they reached Merryhike, they came across a big mansion called the Kimberly. It was the place they were staying at for the vacation.

“Woah, it’s a really big mansion dad,” said Kiara, unsure of how to express it.

“She’s right dad, do we need such a big mansion for just 10 days?” asked Vera.

“I didn’t say that!” shouted Kiara.

“Yes you did!” demanded Vera.

“No, I didn’t!” snapped Kiara.

“OK, girls please calm down,” said Mrs. Denver

“Sorry mum,” the girls murmured.

Slowly, their car came to a stop, and there they were standing right in front of a huge door made out of a hardwood. The house looked old but elegant with beautiful structures around it. There stood many statues of animals and many birds flew over the house. As the family got out, they could see that this house hadn’t been used for many years.

“Come on girls, let’s go inside,” said Mrs. Denver.

“Wait a minute mum, why is there another car over the other end of the house?” asked Fera.

“Are you girls sure you don’t recognize that car?” asked Mrs. Denver with a smile on her face.

As Vera went closer to the car, only then she realized it was their best friend Polly and Molly’s car.

“Fera, Kiara! It's Polly and Molly’s car!” exclaimed Vera.

“Yay, this is going to be so much fun!” squealed Kiara

Since the girls wanted to unpack their stuff as quickly as they could they decided to go inside to check out the house. As the girls set their foot in their house, there was a strong smell of oldness. It was fairly dark in there so they couldn’t see anything. Mr. Denver then found the light switch and flipped it on. They couldn’t believe their eyes!

“Wow! What a tremendous chandelier!” exclaimed Kiara, her eyes full of admiration.

“It stinks in here,” said Vera.

“That’s because it hasn’t been in use for a long time,” replied Fera.

Soon enough, the girls were all unpacked and ready for dinner with some fresh new clothes on.

“Dinners here!” yelled Mrs. Denver, so the girls could hear her from their room.

“Coming mum!” the girls said, as they rushed downstairs to eat dinner

“Oooo! Pizza!” Vera and Fera exclaimed.

“I can’t wait to dig in!” joked Kiara.

The night had fallen so soon and the girls were getting ready for bed, it was stormy outside as it was yesterday but this time it had just gotten stronger!

“Here comes the storm again,” sighed Kiara.

“I bet it’s going to last until tomorrow,” said Vera as she sighed quietly.

All of a sudden they heard footsteps coming from downstairs.

“Tip, tap, tap, tap”

“Shhh, do you hear that?” whispered Kiara.

“You bet we do,” said Vera.

“Let’s go check it out!” exclaimed Fera.

“SHHH!” exclaimed her sisters, quietly.

“Oops, Sorry!” whispered Fera with a silly laugh of embarrassment.

“Tap, tap, tap” the sounds of the footsteps got closer and closer and soon it stopped right in front of the girl’s room. As the girls held their breath in and waited for something bad to happen. The door swung open and they could see two girls standing right there. “Polly!Molly!” exclaimed Fera in delight.

“Fera!” Both girls squealed in happiness.

“When did you guys get here?” asked Kiara.

“Oh, it was a long trip from riverville,” said Molly

“Yeah, we got through some rough traffic,” sighed Polly in exhaustion.

“Have you both had dinner?” asked Vera.

“Yes,” said Molly.

Suddenly the girls heard snoring coming from next to them, as they turned around they saw Polly enjoy her sleep. The girls laughed and soon were asleep too.

“Tweet, tweet, tweet.” the birds sang. Soon enough from the sounds of nature, the girls woke up! “Good morning,” said Polly with energy.

“Good morning,” the other girls replied.

“Girls it's time for breakfast!” shouted Mrs. Denver.

The girls took the time to take a shower and get ready.

“Hmm, these pancakes are delicious!” exclaimed Molly.

“Thank you, Molly,” said Mrs. Denver.

“Wow, what is that smell?” asked Mrs. Fisher.

“It’s mom’s pancake!” exclaimed Fera.

“Great, I’ll have 3 of them!” said Mrs. Fisher.

Soon the girls were full and ready to go outside, as it was Halloween today!

“Oh dear, I was so excited for today that I barely slept last night!” exclaimed Polly.

“Me too!” exclaimed Fera.

“Haha, I am pretty sure we all did the same thing,” laughed Vera.

“Ok, line up girls!” commanded Mr. Denver and Mr. Fisher

“Ok, Vera 1, Molly 2, Kiara 3, Fera 4, and Polly 5. Great, we are good to go!” said Mr. Denver.

“Girls have fun exploring this place,” said Mrs. Fisher.

“We will mum!” exclaimed Molly and Polly.

Abruptly Vera became quiet. There she saw a woman standing right in front of the window looking at them! She showed no sign of movement as if she was a mannequin. Vera knew that she clearly could see the woman breathing but thought she was imagining things.

“Girls, do you see a woman at the window?” asked Vera not to take her eyes off the woman.

“What do you mean Vera?” asked her little sisters Fera and Kiara.

“I said, '' Do you see a woman wearing a white gown at the window?” asked Vera again.

“Yea we do but it looks like a mannequin,” said her sisters.

“No, she’s alive I can see her breathing,” said Vera, feeling scared-stiff.

“Well, you must be seeing things, let’s go,” said Molly.

“I guess so,” said Vera. But inside she was certain that she saw the woman breathing.

As the girls turned back to call Vera they were aghast of what they saw. Vera was missing! “Vera!” her little sisters began to call out in fear.

“Vera, where are you?” asked Molly loudly.

“Uhh, girls,” said Polly.

“What is it Polly?” asked Molly in annoyance.

“I see Vera!” exclaimed Polly with concern

“Wait, what?” asked Kiara as she turned around.

“Goodness gracious! What is she doing over there!” exclaimed Fera.

The girls couldn’t believe what they were seeing! Vera was standing right next to the Woman! The girls rushed upstairs to Vera and were horrified by what she had been doing!

“Vera! Stop it!” said Fera.

“She’s not alive!” exclaimed Kiara.

“She’s a mannequin!” screamed Molly with fright

“You’ve gone mad Vera!” said Polly.

“Guys, you have to believe me, I can hear her heart beating!” exclaimed Vera.

Slowly the girls began to take turns to see if she was breathing and alive! “Your right Vera!” all the girls exclaimed!

Shortly after they knew she was alive and were still in her room, night had fallen by so quickly, as it grew darker and darker the girls then realized the woman was starting to come to life! Her fangs dropped! Her cape appeared! She transformed into something the girls had never experienced! She was a VAMPIRE! “AHHHH!” The girls screamed.

“Shhh!” said the vampire.

The girls then remained silent

“Look I’m not gonna hurt you, girls,” said the vampire.

“My name is Victoria,” said the Vampire.

“Well, nice to meet you Victoria,” said Vera.

“How old are you Victoria?” asked Fera.

“Does the sun hurt you,” continued Polly.

“Are you vegetarian?” asked Molly.

“I’m 13, No the sun doesn’t hurt me, I eat meat and vegetarian,” said Victoria.

“Wait, your 13?” asked Fera.

“Yes I am,” answered Victoria.

“We are too but you look so much taller than us!” exclaimed Fera.

“That’s because I’m a vampire,” said Victoria.

“Well, VAMPIRES ARE AWESOME!!” screamed Polly.

“Shhhh!” said Vera.

“We can’t let mum, dad, Mrs. Fisher, and Mr. Fisher know!” whispered Kiara.

“Don’t worry about that girls, I can turn into a human,” said Victoria.

“Cool!” exclaimed Kiara as Victoria transformed into a human.

“Let’s go girls!” said Victoria.

As the girl went downstairs they could see the sun setting slowly! The sky was fading into different colors of yellow, pink, blue, and purple! The clouds were moving slowly away to show the moon rise as the sun was setting!

“Girls!” called out Mrs. Fisher.

“Coming mom!” said Molly and Polly.

The girls were inside getting ready for Halloween’s night! “I see you’ve found a friend,” said Mrs. Denver as she was helping Fera dress up.

“You bet we did Mrs. Denver,” said Polly.

“Her name is Victoria,” said Kiara.

“Ooo, that reminds me of the vampire story I read,” said Mrs. Denver

“Wait, what do you mean mum?” asked Vera.

“Victoria the vampire, the girl who helps people on Halloween’s night,” said Mrs. Denver.

There was a sudden silence in the room, for all the girls were thinking the same thing! Victoria the vampire is real, she’s helping them!

Once the girls had dressed up, they met up with Victoria but never told her about what they knew.

Later that night the girls were walking back to their homestay when something suddenly began flashing in the woods. “I don’t think it's a good idea to go there, let's go home,” said Victoria, already aware of what was coming.

“Too late,” said the girls as they were already running ahead to it.

“Wait, I hear kids singing,” said Kiara.

Victoria was worried and didn’t know what to do but she knew she had to somehow save her friends.

The girls started running towards it and soon in front of them stood a board saying “Welcome to Halloween’s night!” The girls except for Victoria were excited! “Let’s go, girls,” said Molly.

The laughter of kids was spilling the whole place with happiness but the girls weren’t aware of what they were expecting. Suddenly a clown appeared in front of them! “Hey there girls, I’m Dreader,” said the clown with a smile.

“Well, I’m Molly, this is my sister Polly and my friends, Kiara, Vera, Fera and Victoria,” said Molly.

“Victoria huh…,” said Dreaded with an evil smirk, “like Victoria the vampire?”

“Wait, how do you know this?” asked Kiara.

“That’s because I'm no ordinary clown.., I'm a killer clown,” said the Clown with evil laughter.

The second Victoria heard the word “Killer Clown” she told the girls to run. Soon the girls found a safe spot in the Horror house at the amusement park. “Phew, we lost the clown,” said Kiara taking deep breaths.

They all looked at Victoria. “You knew about this right?” asked Fera.

“Fera..,” Vera nudged Fera in her ribs.

“What do you mean?” asked Victoria hesitantly.

“Your Victoria the Vampire,” said Fera.

“Ummm…,” said Victoria.

“You help people on Halloween’s night,” continued Fera.

The other girls remained silent as Fera continued talking.

“Ok..yes I am her,” said Victoria helplessly.

After several hours the girls could see people still out there enjoying the fun. Soon enough, the sun started slowly rising.

“Found you!” said Dreader with an evil smile.

“Your gonna be sorry,” said Polly and Fera.

Polly had found a baseball bat the time they were hiding there. Polly swung the bat so hard that Dreader fell down with a loud crash. He slowly disappeared as the morning sun shined up wide.

The people started to get out of there and the girls were the only ones left there! “The gate’s closing!” screamed Victoria in fear.

“We have to hurry!” said Vera.

The girls were a second earlier than the gate! The gate closed and the girls were safe outside! They all rushed home.

By the time the girls reached the homestay, they were exhausted and dirty! “We are back!” exclaimed Molly.

“Bye girls, its time for me to go home now,” said Victoria.

The girls said their farewells to Victoria. The next morning it was time for the girls to leave. “Bye Molly and Polly,” said Fera.

The girls soon were on the road and back on the way home. “I’ll never forget this vacation,” said Vera.

“Us too,” said her sisters.

“Mum and Dad, you won’t believe what happened to us,” exclaimed Kiara.

“Kiara...shhhh,” said her sisters.

The end!

[saltandburn-ilovesamwinchester]

Salem Nights

Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut

A/N: I really enjoyed this! Hang in there folks!

The tapping sound of keyboards and swishing of papers filled the bunker's library. There had been zero cases in over a month and now that it was October, your were sure to find something. The scary movies weren't cutting it anymore, now you needed something real.

"I've got nothing," Dean huffed and threw the news papers onto the table. Sam's expression the same. "Maybe there isn't..."

You threw your hands in the air shushing the room. "I think I found something," your excitement boiling. You giggled and showed the computer screen to Sam and Dean. "Supposedly, there was a siting of a witch in... wait for it.. Salem Massachusetts. Every year, two weeks before Halloween, some young girl goes missing an' you wanna know what everyone says about all the victims, they were last seen walking past the main cemetary after visiting the local historic sites."

"Wait a minute," Sam laughed. "This could be any story someone made up and Salem is known for it's 'spooky witch stories'. Why does this excite you so much?"

"Sam," you squeaked and looked at Dean for help, but finding the same confused brow raise. "This is Salem we're talking about! Have you never seen Hocus Pocus? Come on dude, I know the two of you are getting restless just as much as I am. I don't ever complain about going on the cases that you guys choose. Please let me have this one!"

Dean rubbed his hands across his face before a smile spread across his lips. "The kid's got a point," he said and looked towards you, your eyes looking at the table after hearing the nickname. He only used it because it annoyed you. You put your feelings to the side for a minute and looked up to find those beautiful green eyes on you. "All of us will go crazy if we sit here any longer. I'm sure we can find some activities to enjoy while we are working."

You couldn't hide your excitement any longer, jumping up and walking up the library steps. "I'm going to pack my bags," you laughed and raced to your room. "This is going to be amazing," you screamed over your shoulder.

"We leave at three," you heard Dean's voice echo.

...

The next morning you woke up to Baby's engine purring. "Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty," Dean said and caught your tired eyes in the mirror. "I was starting to wonder if you were going to sleep the whole way. This is your trip after all."

You laughed and sat up further in your seat looking between the boys. "Ya know, Dean, you could just wake me and tell me to get in the car. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you like carrying me when I am still asleep." You smiled your best smile, running your hands through his short hair.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean blushed and fiddled with the radio, trying to distract himself from your touch. He finally found his classic rock station and the last advertisement was going off, followed by the tune of a familiar Halloween song.

"Oh no," Sam and Dean groaned. They knew you would be singing in a heart beat. "This must be some special playlist or something they are doing," Sam sighed and sat further into his seat.

You couldn't help but giggle and started to sing the first verse. "I put a spell on you," you leaned into Sam bumping his shoulder. "Because you're mine," you slid your ams arcoss their seat now nudging Dean. For a split second he found your face, his tongue slipping past his lips to wet them, until his wondering eyes found the road again. The fall colors outside the Impala windows made his eyes and face seem brighter. He was showing his age in the yellow and orange light and you shivered.

Sam looked at the two of you like you had went crazy. "Wh.. what Sam? Can't keep up," Dean cleared his throat trying to adjust his stiff jeans the best he could. "I put a spell on you," Dean hummed quietly.

"This is going to be a long trip," Sam rolled his eyes and looked out his window.

...

The Impala rolled into town as the sun was setting. You couldn't believe how beautiful this place was. The old buildings from left to right. You couldn't hear the conversation from the back seat, but you could have sworn Sam said he had seen the word 'witch' at least five times already.

Dean pulled into the first hotel as soon as you got into Salem. "Maybe once we get settled we can start one of our tours," Dean looked at you as you made your way to the front office. "Two rooms, please," he smiled at the clerk. The girl behind the counter typed something into her computer and handed Dean the keys, one for you and the other for him and Sam. Oh, how you wanted to be sharing that room with Dean.

You were happy to find that your room wasn't but two doors down and not across the hotel from the guys. A blast of warm air comforts you when you step through the door frame. There was nothing special about the room, but you did smile at the fall colors that decorated the room. Maybe you weren't the only one who thought Salem would look weird without them.

Once you threw you things down on the table the small room had to offer, you checked you hair and makeup you did on the ride there. "As good as it's going to get," you smiled and twirled your ponytail. You jumped when the sudden knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.

"Coming," you sang and bolted for the door. Before you, the two Winchesters stood. "Ready," you asked and stepped outside.

"Hey, I spotted this shop right as we came in. I figured we could check it out first," Dean smiled at you and your knees almost buckled. Did he really see the store and think about you?

...

The three of you stopped just outside the shop door and looked in different directions of the store. The wood on the building was stained from years of weather, hex bags hung on the shutters and small signs were tapped on the windows. "On sale. Cast a spell on any friendship jewelry," Dean read and laughed. "Hey, what if I buy you something and you buy me something and we see what the 'spell caster' has to say about us?"

"Great," muttered Sam. "I'm going to find us something warm to drink. You two go and geek out."

"You're on Winchester," you giggled at his offer and walked through the tiny room before waving goodbye to Sam. The smell of sage hitting you fast, sending you and Dean into coughing fits. It was almost too funny. "I'll take this isles," you pointed at the men's jewelry. "An' you take that one. We meet at the palm reader's table and then our first tour," you ordered.

It didn't take much convincing Dean and you hummed to yourself looking at the beaded jewelry. You were admiring a beautiful hand crafted watch when you read the note at the bottom of it's box. Watch your soulmate fall for you. "Sounds cheesy. What the hell," you laughed and put the cover over the box.

When you found your way to the palm reader's table, you spotted that familiar leather jacket and a calmness in those beautiful green eyes. Apparently Dean didn't want you to see what he picked out for you because his box was closed too.

"Next," you heard the gypsy behind the booth say. You and Dean slid in across from her and smiled at the older lady. "Oh, I know just the spell for you two," she smiled and her dimples showed for a split second.

Dean made a nervous glance towards you and you saw his hands shake. You bumped into his shoulder playfully like you had in the car, his smile reaching his eyes. You hadn't heard her spell end and the small lady cleared her throat for your attention. "That'll be seven fifty, doll face," she said and Dean fumbled for the change. "One more thing," she added. "Before the sun completely sets, before you wear your jewelry, you must pass the old Witch House or the spell doesn't work."

With a quick goodbye you and Dean made your way out the door, finding Sam outside with three cups of cider. The blast of cold air hit your nose and cheeks in a matter of seconds. “Damn it, it’s cold,” Sam mumbled before taking a sip of his apple cider. “The two of you can have this. I’m going back to the hotel to research.”

You and Dean giggled as you watched the baby brother scoot between tourists on the busy street. His head ducking every sign that hung low and his ‘I’m sorry’ to everyone he bumped into on the small sidewalk. “Hey, maybe we should hit that witch house first like the lady said,” his eyes finding yours again and he reached for your free hand with his. “In case we see someone or something trying to get you,” he smirked when your eyebrows raised at his touch.

“I like the sound of that, Winchester.” You smiled and gave his fingers a light squeeze before wondering further down the busy street. Leaves were falling and swaying in the cool breeze all around you, and the bright shade of the sun made the small town glow with its orange and yellow beams. Your eyes caught sight of the witch house tour sign outside a iron gate covered in the thickest of vines and leaves. “Well this is it. It’s more beautiful than what I was expecting,” you let out a deep sign and turned to Dean. You were a little shocked to find his gaze on you instead of this house.

“Mmhmm.. I have to agree,” he smiled and brushed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

You were caught in each other’s stares and blushes when a small woman with a slim figure walked up to you. “Will the two of you be joining the tour tonight,” her voice chirping when she spoke and you nodded yes, not trusting your own voice to speak. “Right this way, then.” She smiled and gestured towards the larger crowd. You looked at Dean one last time and nodded at the group to join them.

“Before we go in there,” Dean smirked. “Do you think we can exchange our gifts now,” he asked and his face lit up even more.You had never seen the hunter before you so happy about something so small.

“Okay, Dean. Close your eyes.” You watched his eyes flutter and adjust to the movement before you pulled the small box from your bag and took the top off. The glass clock shining in the sun light. “Alright, open.”

There was so many emotions that crossed Dean’s face in that moment, you couldn’t tell if he liked it until he gave you his best ‘ Dean Winchester’ smile. “This is beautiful handwork, Y/N! I love it, thank you,” he licked his lips and gave you his wrist to wrap the band of the watch around it. You smiled when a thought about dressing Dean Winchester crossed your mind.

“My turn,” you giggled and put your hands over your eyes like a little kid.

“Okay, open,” Dean’s voice almost a whisper. You put your hands down at your sides and then they came to your face, covering your mouth. The dainty necklace swinging from Dean’s fingers. “I know you love fall so much, I wanted you to have something to remember tonight by. And I know you like the color red..” he trailed off when he caught your blush, staring at the little red pumpkin on the small chain.

“Dean this is the sweetest thing. I love it so much.” You turned from him and pulled your hair over your shoulders, waiting for him to drape the necklace in its place. He turned you around to face him when he was through. “Come on, let’s not keep them waiting.

There was more to the tour than history and the chill in the house. There was a small tension that lingered throughout the group, gasping and humming to the neat information that went through one ear and out the other. You stopped in the large hallway of that old house, the floors creaking beneath your feet when you swayed back and forth. “Dean, did you find something,” you turned to him and his face lit up before pulling you closer to him.

“Yea, I think I did,” his eyes reflecting from the glow of the sun through the large window in the room. “An’ she’s been beside me this whole time,” he said before his lips met yours. His fingers drew slow circles into your cheeks, his tongue licking your bottom lip just before exploring your mouth. Dean’s lips were so soft and smooth and all you could do was feel. Feel him all around you. His weight shifting on each foot before breaking the kiss.

“The spell,” you said in realization before kissing him again. His hands roamed freely around your waist, up your back, and through your hair. You squeezed your legs together, trying to fight that sensation there and losing. All you wanted was Dean. When you stepped back again you saw the many faces from the crowd you were with and they started whistling and clapping for the two of you. You flashed a smile towards them and back at Dean. “Let’s get back to the room, handsome,” you whispered before leaving a kiss on his pink nose.

The walk back to your room was pure torture and when you slipped through the bedroom door and heard the door slam shut behind you Dean had you pushed onto the bed. The warmth of his body over yours all too real. His breath tickling your neck from the light kisses he left there. Dean’s fingers grazed down your thighs and to your shoes, removing them from your feet then his as well. When he crawled up your body again you were pushing each other out of every layer of clothing until his naked body hovered over yours. He looked into your eyes before leaning in close to your lips again. “Y/N, are you sure you want this,” he asked brushing your hair behind your ear like earlier that day, trying to find any hidden discomfort.

“Dean,” you pleaded and ran your fingers through his hair and down the center of his neck. You watched him lean into the touch there. “There has never been a day where I didn’t want this.” You watched the small smile spread across his face. Dean found your lips again, his teeth pulling your bottom lip and letting it pop back. His hand held your wrists above your head and his other hand spread your legs further between the two of you. You knew Dean was tall and strong but you never guessed he was this soft and sweet. His lips never breaking from yours. Your breathing faltered when you felt his fingers move in circles over your clit. The pressure building there. “Dean,” you moaned into his mouth and arched you back off the bed.

Dean’s fingers slowly made his way to your dripping heat and he teased you there with a bitter sweet back and forth motion.He took his time and watched you adjust to him. You had watched his hands for years on the job, wondering what they were capable of. Now you were in the middle of closing yourself around them taking in two knuckles at the same time. “You’re so wet and ready for me, sweetheart,” his voice sounded so hot, and his fingers still pumped in and out of you causing you to scream out and hit your high. He let you ride his hand until you came down, leaving small kisses from your shoulder to your lips, dropping your hands.

Running your hands down his chest and past his waist, you felt his breath hitch when your fingers began to wrap around him. You gave him a few pumps before smearing the precome on his tip down his member and over the vein that ran on the underside of him. “Do you liked that baby,” you cooed in his ear when you felt him come down from spilling in your slick fingers.

You felt Dean tease your folds again before his tip eased through you. The stretch was sinfully sweet and the breath the two of you let out in unison turned you on even more. This seemed so right with him. The twitch between your legs pulled you from your thoughts and made you gasp out loud, leaving that comment and the case you were there for behind.

…

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ghost i hope u feel better! if u wanna do takaeishi requests maybe like a movie drabble or smth?

tysm hoyoung!!! I feel a lot better now that i had something to focus on :’D I really appreciate you sending the ask!!

Okay so Takaeishi movie drabble!! I decided to take that and make it a horror movie marathon on Halloween if thats ok!

“Is this really necessary?” Karasuma asks, entering back into his living room to see the chaos that’s unfolded. Blankets strewn about, all of different colors and patterns, with additional pillows and a few sleeping bags haphazardly thrown to the floor. Bowls full of chips lay next to his friends, as well as a few liters of drinks.

Sagisawa and Umino sit on the floor, contemplating the various DVD cases that they’ve aligned in a row, and one of them occasionally mutters and shuffles the order, the other nodding feverishly.

Kamoda grins at him from his nabbed spot on the armchair. “C’mon, eishi, we have to get cozy if we’re gonna have a horror movie-a-thon!”

“Remind me again why we’re doing that?”

“Because it’s halloween! Don’t tell me you forgot?!” Sagisawa calls, not even looking over his shoulder. “Takayama, which should we watch first: Horror Mania III or Bloody Givings?”

“Uh,” Takayama blinks at the sudden speaking of his name. “The first one.”

“Really? Didn’t take you as the type for that…” Sagisawa shuffles a black and red case in front of an eerie monochrome one. “I think that order should be good!”

Umino beams. “This is gonna rule!”

“You like horror movies?” Kamoda asks, shifting his legs to sit cross-legged, holding onto one of the pajama pant legs.

“‘Like?’ I LOVE them!” Umino beams, scrambling back to her designated spot on the floor by the couch, with the blue, pink, and white sleeping bag and pillow. “I don’t get to see them often because my little brother gets nightmares too easily…”

Sagisawa inputs the DVD into the player, then scoots back next to Umino with the remote in hand. Karasuma has yet to move from his spot from behind the couch, but with a glance from Takayama, he finds himself begrudgingly shuffling around and plopping next to the wild-haired boy, shoulders brushing.

“Okay, let’s get this started with. You already took an hour just to choose the first movie.”

“Pshh, okay. But I bet you’ll be the one screaming during the jumpscares.” Umino laughs, reaching forward to grab some popcorn.

“What?! Horror movies don’t freak me out. They’re all fake, and the special effects are usually really dumb, I could never get scared.” He rolls his eyes, cheeks flaring red in response to the giggle Umino produces.

Eerie music starts to blast from the speakers, the shrillness of a particular note has Karasuma’s back tingle. He watches as the camera expertly follows behind a girl, her long black hair swishing side to side as she hops down the hall, looking left and right, unaware of any presence of danger. She passes by a window, and the glimpse of a human face staring back, red eyes watching the girl pass by, has Karasuma flinching. But he’s determined to definitely not scream, or let Umino win.

The movie slowly builds up, filling moments with suspense as it shows snapshots of the fated killer showing up in the background of scenes, and as the family continues to move forward, tripping their way through the plot and right into the traps. When the first person is killed on screen, Karasuma jumps bad enough that it jostles Takayama next to him, who was probably about to fall asleep. The boy drowzily shakes his head, and, holy shit, how can he even think of sleeping right now? Takayama squints at the screen, watches the horrified expression of a neighbor, before he slowly swivels his head to glance at Karasuma, who is adamant in facing forward and definitely not making eye contact with the guy who could tell that this movie was affecting him.

Another trap goes off, and another family member is down in a gruesome act that makes even Kamoda, the boy who got into fights, wince and make a few comments of disgust. Karasuma tries to carefully cover half of his face with his hand, trying not to be too obvious that he’s curling into a ball. He’s going to have that image haunt his dreams tonight. His left hand stays stubbornly by his side, but a sudden scream causes it to jolt and land on Takayama’s right, the action eliciting the same feeling of electricity and panic to spark its way from the tips of his fingers, all the way to his cheeks-but before he can pull it away, the killer appears on screen and cleaves the door of a closet in half in a jumpscare, causing Karasuma to instead grip on tighter.

Takayama, not at all focused on the movie, not so subtly stares at it for a second, before a small, lopsided smile grows on his lips and he looks away, and gently squeezes his friend’s hand in reassurance.

Karasuma feels like he might legitimately die of a heart attack, both from the horror movie playing, but also because of the warmth radiating off of Takayama’s hand, a warmth that makes him want to kick off the blanket he’s wearing and go run around in the cold October air for an hour just to get rid of all the nerves and maybe reflect on feelings.

He takes a deep breathe, and tries to focus back in on the movie. It’s all spins and angles and dark lighting, and the story is mid chase, watching a limping victim move his way to the truck in the forest. The sound plays up, tension growing as snaps of twigs increase on the direct right of the man, and Karasuma just feels like something bad is about to go down. He instinctively leans to the side, pressing his shoulder against Takayama’s and somewhat tilting his head, eyes glued to the screen as the victim picks up the pace and is only a few feet away from the car. He could blame the intimacy on watching a horror movie, right? It was a common thing to cling to the nearest thing when watching these type of things, and Takayama just happened to be that thing. That’s it.

When Takayama lazily tilts his own head a few milliseconds later, he ends up resting his cheek on the top of the bellwether’s hair.

Karasuma completely forgets about the movie, and about the murderer appearing and killing the man in a swell swoop of careful and impressive choreography, too focused on the sensation of Takayama’s gentle rumbles as he fights consciousness, the occasional twitch of his fingers and the knocking of his knee against his own.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there short-circuited, but before he knows it the credits are rolling, and Karasuma’s still stuck in the same position. He tries to shuffle so the one of the others doesn’t turn back to see them, but Takayama makes a sleepy sound of discontent, and it pierces Karasuma’s heart so well that not even 10 blackouts could get him to abandon this moment.

Sagisawa catches his eye, and Karasuma swears he can see the twinkle in his eye from taking in the situation, grin wide, but he doesn’t say anything, just gets up and changes the movie to the next one in the row. The screen changes to a lowly lit black and blue with yellow titled letters, and Karasuma can’t help but feeling the calmest he’s ever been.

[mandawrites]

|| fandom: south park || || pairing: creek || || notes: hi i literally just wanted to write the boys being cute in the halloween store from the last ep. this is my bare minimum contribution to the witch tweek fad lol. || 

“Maybe we should just be Ninja Turtles…” Tweek mumbles, staring at the ground and wringing the handle of the broomstick between his fingers.

Craig’s hand darts out and covers one of Tweek’s, grabbing ahold of the broom beneath it and halting his fidgeting. The suddenness of it forces Tweek to blink up at him in surprise.

“No. That’s what Clyde wants us to be. You should be whatever you want.”

Craig glances sideways at the wall of hats, eyes scanning each one carefully until he settles on one beside him. He plucks it from its hook and uses both hands to plop it on over Tweek’s mess of hair, tugging it down firmly.

“There. Perfect fit.”

The wide brim of the hat nearly blinds Tweek. With the tips of his fingers that he gently prods it just the slightest bit higher out of his face. He seeks out the mirror he’d been staring at before, gazing back at himself. The hat was huge, black and with a tiny pumpkin adorning the band, so tall at the tip that it curled back down against the back of his head, at the end of which dangled a small yellow crescent moon charm. Under the brim, his hair fanned out like the mane of a lion.

Craig sidles closer behind him in the glass, staring at their reflections with his arms crossed.

“How is it.”

Tweek touches the edge of the brim lightly. He’d been a bit nervous about possibly looking stupid wearing this, but...well, he definitely didn’t hate what he was seeing.

“It’s nice.”

“Great, let’s get it.”

“Well…” At this, Tweek whirls around until he’s facing Craig. “What do you think?”

“Oh,” Craig scoffs, waving a hand dismissively. “Don’t ask me that. We don’t have that kind of time.”

Tweek frowns. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means...”

Craig reaches out a hand to flick the hat brim, revealing even more of Tweek’s face beneath it.

“...I could write Encyclopedic-length novels about how cute you look.”

Tweek, as he does every time Craig utters something this sweet in so straightforward a manner, feels like he wants to die. Like, in a good way, but also in the sort of way where he’s still not used to someone loving him so casually like that. Craig seems entirely aware of it, the look he’s giving him growing more affectionate if not a bit smug the longer it drags on. Tweek tightens his hands around the broom, resisting the urge to stomp his foot and protest angrily.

Instead, left with nothing else to say, he hastily changes the subject off himself.

“W-where’s your costume, then?”

“Right here.”

Craig uncrosses his arm to reach behind his back, pulling out the fuzzy black headband he’d apparently tucked in his pocket. As he begins twirling it casually around his index finger, Tweek can clearly see a pair of triangular ears sitting atop the band.

Then he slips it over his hat.

“Meow meow, bitch.”

Tweek stares at him, notably expressionless in a way that was a clear testament to the amount of time he spent around Craig.

“That’s it, huh.”

“You’re lucky I managed this much.”

To be fair, he had a point. Tweek wouldn’t have been the least bit surprised if Craig had instead settled on a piece of paper that said “cat” and affixed it to his chest.

“I didn’t think you liked cats enough to want to be one.”

“Well, it was this or pizza.” Craig stops in the middle of his thought as he gets distracted by the thing he just said, the faintest shade of excitement suddenly lighting up his eyes. “They have a whole aisle with nothing but food costumes. Babe.” He put both his hands on Tweek’s shoulders. “I could’ve been a fucking slice of pizza.”

That’s all he needed to say. Literally everyone was aware of how much Craig liked pizza more than pretty much anything.

“Okay,” Tweek laughs. “Then you should have.”

“Nah. It wouldn’t have matched yours.”

“I could change mine. I could be, like, a pizza chef.” Tweek pantomimes tugging on a curled mustache that he didn’t have. “Wear one of those big poofy hats.”

“Next year,” Craig promises, nodding. “I’m down to be a cat, though. Whatever you want. As long as people know I’m with you.”

Tweek smiles softly.  “You really wanna do a couples costume, huh.”

“Yeah, of course. You’re, like...my boo, or whatever.”

The unexpectedness of him saying that causes Tweek to burst out in a laugh. Even Craig cracks a grin.

“That would’ve been funnier if you were going as a ghost. Can we redo this? Please change your costume.”

“Stupid,” Tweek mumbles through his snickering, gently pushing Craig’s arm. “And you say I’m cute.”

“Because you are.”

“Yeah, uh, not as cute as you.”

“Hey, do you wanna fucking fight?” Craig says with a scowl, pushing up his sleeve like he was ready to actually throw down. He makes it as far as putting a fist in Tweek’s face, which Tweek blinks at before knocking aside.

“Please don’t embarrass me in public. You and I both know I would destroy you. And have, for that matter.”

Craig stares at him a moment, struggling to maintain his tough guy demeanor, lasting all of three seconds before it melts away with a sigh. He drops his hands at his sides in defeat.

“I can’t even pretend to do this. You’re that fucking lovable.”

And before Tweek can say anything more Craig yanks down the brim of the hat until Tweek’s eyes are completely hidden beneath it. There’s yelps of surprise and protest before Craig swoops in and kisses him quickly on the mouth. Which just makes Tweek yell more.

“Oh, hey, we found you guys.”

“Told you, man, we just had to wait five seconds before Tweek started screaming somewhere in the store.”

Tweek manages to readjust the hat off his face just in time to witness Token and Clyde round the corner.

“Baby, look,” Craig says, elbowing Tweek. “Clyde’s an avocado.”

“An arr-vocado, dude,” Clyde says exasperatedly, pointing at his eyepatch and wiggling the wooden sword he had in his hand. “Like a pirate avocado. Come on, we went over this.”

“Sorry, yeah.” Craig turns to Tweek and gestures at Clyde again. “Whatever dumb thing he just said.”  

“What are you supposed to be, Token?” Tweek asks, tilting his head at him. Token was currently sporting a pink Mario Kart car around his waist, a Ninja Turtle shell on his back, a Spider-Man mask over his face, and a Naruto headband on his forehead.

“I’m every obsession I’ve ever had since I was five years old.”

Tweek nods approvingly. “Original, I guess.”

“Hey, are you guys matching?” Clyde suddenly exclaims, getting a good look at the other two. “That’s fucking gross. You’re too cute.”

“But he’s cuter, right?” Craig says. “Have you seen the goddamn pumpkin on his hat.”

Tweek looks more than eager to resume this argument, his mouth opening in swift retaliation. He is instead interrupted by what sounds like a harmonizing chorus of synthesizers from somewhere outside the store.

The boys all stop and glance around listening before a familiar obnoxious high-pitched voice shrieks a greeting above the music. They all then stare at each other in a shared moment of regret for having left their homes that day.

“Is this...who I think it is,” Token asks, sounding about as tired as they all felt.

They all knew exactly whose voice that was.

“Yes, obviously,” Craig says, rolling his eyes. “It was dumb of us to think we were going to make it through this whole day without Kyle and that fucker ruining it.”

“Should we...” Clyde says with a shrug. “I dunno, go check it out?”

Craig really doesn’t want to, none of them want to, he’d rather just stay in here and kiss his witch boyfriend a thousand times until whatever was going on outside blew over.

He sighs.

“Let’s just pay and get this over with.”

[rm-dimplemaster-blog]

don’t deserve your love (vhope)

(read more break included- press to read the whole fic :) )

for @ollania

The first time Hoseok hits Tae, it's by accident.

Middle of July. All seven of them are working on a complex dance in the practice room. AC is busted—it's literally in pieces hanging off the wall with all its green and yellow wires dangling like tangled-up cat whiskers. Tae is sweating off all his mascara. He put some fairyland purple on his left eye, disco animal black on his right (massive chunks of glitter that poke your eyeball everytime you blink included) earlier in the kitchen while he was catching a tan by the giant window all across his bare back and freckled shoulders. And now it's running down his cheeks, pooling in his cupid's bow, and it looks like he's been crying stardust tears.

The blow comes outta nowhere. An elbow straight to the chin. Knocks him down in a sec cause he wasn't prepared. He falls in a heap on the floor, red and purple striped shirt, dark damp hair and unlaced light-orange snickers.

Someone goes aigoo!

Jin goes waaaa and pushes the bangs out of his eyes using the hem of his tee.

Namjoon's deep voice from the left, to Hoseok you're like a typhoon. With two fingers he does a whirlwind motion accompanied by a whooshwhoosh!

A warm hand on Tae's left shoulder.

Hoseok's face above his: peach-colored lips from a creamy lip balm that makes his cupid's bow all shiny and well-contoured; lashes so fine it looks like they were drawn on with the lightest of mechanical pencils; a black string necklace around his neck with its dove pendant swinging all silver and weightless above Tae's face.

Bits of neon lights weave themselves into Hoseok's hair and beam on the smooth line of neck and shoulder. In the big mirrors: Yoongi scratching an itch on his right elbow, Jimin blowing into his loose tanktop cause midday summer heat, Jin making fun of Namjoon's dancing skills, Jungkook snacking with his nose all scrunched up.

The room smells like Yoongi's raspberry handcream, the detergent they all wash their clothes with, a faint trace of cigarette smoke from the all-black wearing dance instructors, and youth. From above him, Hoseok smells like fresh fabric and sun-kissed jeans and for the first time ever, looking into his eyes makes Tae's heart go a little faster, a little rougher.

Hoseok's soft bony fingers on Tae's face, checking for injuries. Hurts somewhere?

Yoongi you probably knocked some of his molars out.

Jimin ah you make it sound like he has like ninety nine of those.

Namjoon still alive there, Tae?

Jin no, he's freshly deceased.

Tae shakes his head at Hoseok, bangs flying all over the place.

Sorry Hoseok says all small and smiley, music makes my mind go poooof! I lose track of everything. My arms turn into windmills.

He tries grabbing Tae's hands but gets handfuls of red and purple striped sleeves instead. Tae huffs out a laugh through his nose and squeezes Hoseok's hands through the fabric. His jaw aches. So does the side of his face. But it doesn't matter, not now.

*

The second time it's part of a game.

It's past midnight and they're playing the 키스 또는 히트 game. You're supposed to spin a bottle aka truth or dare style: the cap points to you and you get to decide if you smack the receiving end across the wrist or give 'em a kiss. They didn't have a bottle and trying to spin Namjoon's yellow slipper was a fail so they went for Jungkook's pumpkin spooks special Halloween edition lip smacker instead.

They're sitting out in the hallway where all the lights are out for the night. They have Jin's scented candle crackling all soft on one of the mint green plastic waiting chairs

(jin, all eyes:

What if we set off the fire alarm

Yoongi what, with that candle. Ha. Goodluck with that. Weak flame. Plus this building's so old, half the shit here don't work.)

--and like four empty bags of banana chips just lying everywhere and their phone screens are sending fuzzy columns of light towards the low ceiling. The darkness has everyone all giddy and alert and shushing eachother cause they're laughing too hard.

So far it's been a whole lot of wrist smacking, but also a whole lot of kissing and Jungkook's lip balm doesn't only serve as the pointer in the game it's also being passed around for extra softness and sweetness and everyone's lips taste like pumpkin and spice.

Sitting in a circle with shadows under their eyes and flickering orange candle light fluttering in their irises, all seven of them play the night away.

Jimin smooched Namjoon. Slipped on a chips bag while crawling on all fours to get to Yoongi and rolled on the floor laughing for five minutes straight till he was clutching his belly and going all red in the face.

Jungkook smacked Jin's wrist so hard the slapping sound bounced off the walls like an outta control rubber ball

(Jin, gawking at literally everyone did you see what he just--

Jungkook smiled extra wide and his teeth shone almost translucent in the dark)

Yoongi gave an ok to kissing Hoseok but when it was time for him to actually do it he whined

Aish I'm so sleepy and hugged his backpack and put his chin on it and Hoseok wah how lazy can one be took the whole kissing thing on himself and planted a quick one on the left side of Yoongi's mouth to which Yoongi hasn't objected and which made the tips of his ears turn a little red.

When the lip smacker's end ends up pointing to him, Tae hugs his knees a little bit tighter and looks up from behind a curtain of freshly cut and dyed bangs. First time it points to him tonight. Moving his toes inside his red Doc Martens, he blinks around, the sudden silence all around him sticking to his lashes like glue. Six pairs of eyes stare at him in the dark. The hallway smells like pumpkin and grape gum, shampoo and warm skin and past midnight draft.

The cap of the lip smacker pointing to him, Hoseok looks at Tae with a twinkle in his eye, hugging one knee, colorful bead bracelet hanging off his right wrist.

Jin and Namjoon exchange insinuating glances.

Jungkook looks from Tae to Hoseok and back again with his mouth open, curious.

Yoongi says all deadpan kiss is bliss.

Jimin bites his knuckles on a smile.

The dark closes in on him and his heart beats all muffled under his baggy black shirt.

Hoseok looks at him all soft and insecure, pushing the blue and purple beads around, mustering the courage to crawl across the light-orange tiles and weave his fingers into Tae's hair and really gentle press his lips to his.

Tae swallows hard. Blinks down at the tiles without looking up again.

When Hoseok pushes his hair behind his ears and goes on his knees to head his way, Tae lifts up his sleeve and exposes his wrist.

Hoseok kinda freezes on the spot, smile faltering, fingers of one hand splayed out on the floor while those of the other running up and down his thigh, scratching lightly and crumpling the denim.

Whoa Jin says.

Nibbling on his bag's zipper, Yoongi goes hello there tough guy.

Jungkook scrunches his nose plot twist!

You sure? Hoseok asks, whisper the same tone as the smoke curling upwards from the candleflame's belly.

Tae sucks his lips in. Nods. Offers Hoseok his wrist, veins up, making a fist.

Hoseok doen't wanna do it but those are the rules. Setting himself on his knees infront of Tae, he helps him push the sleeve up higher, then grabs his wrist.

He hits with two fingers.

Jimin flinches for Tae when Tae doesn't even blink.  

*

Third time it's playful.

First time they kiss, it's in a street corner in Singapore.

They sky is bluish-grey and short sleeved dress shirts are flailing really faint on the clotheslines overhead. It's funny because with all that bright afternoon glow, the clothesline themselves seem to disappear and if you look up from the street below, all you can see is a mess of shirts and light jackets tossed everywhere amongst the puffy weightless clouds, a senseless scene from a futuristic painting.

The roads are packed with carts full of oranges and apples and chubby rough-skinned pears. Everywhere you look it's food booths with noodles and saucy meats and steamed rice that smells like the ocean and stings your tongue with delicious saltiness. It's flowery parasols that fly open like a flock of birds reaching for the sun; it's girls in dresses and women in sandals that let out a soft squishy sound when the heel leaves the ground. It's lanterns as big as pumpkins filled with light that birds flutter by with a song. It's shop signs with Chinese lettering that Hoseok, during their stroll earlier, used to point to and attempt to read

(what Hoseok said when he spotted Tae giving a little smile after he read aloud a bookshop name.

Tae gave a shy shrug just love the way you make the 'sh' sound when you speak Chinese. I love the way it sounds.)

It's turquoise-painted doors and wind chimes that ring out so delicate it tingles down your spine.

And it's Hoseok's soft hot mouth on his when the wind comes from the left knocking a few shutters closed and billows their shirts and sends their bangs flying into their eyes. Tae's holding a half empty pink glass bottle of fizzy sweet blueberry soda and the straw pushes between his ring and middle finger. His left hand, Hoseok holds between their bodies, almost hidden by the fabrics of their shirts.

It's summer and they're on their first Asia tour and the street smells like oranges and Hoseok presses his forehead against Tae's temple, lashes fanning across Tae's cheekbone.

I'm seeing stars Tae kinda whispers. He's not trying to be funny, it's actually what it feels like, but Hoseok laughs all bubbly and weightless.

He smacks Tae's shoulder, suddenly shy and self aware.

*

Fourth time, it's emotion.

Hoseok slaps Tae hard. The sound rings out across the empty stage like a clap of thunder.

They had just finished rehearsal and almost all the lights are out. Tiny grains of dust float in the air like fireflies. Behind Tae, a giant screen shows chunks of silver glitter falling and falling and falling, endlessly, the loop invisible.

Tae touches his ring finger to his lip. The corner of his mouth is bleeding.

Tae kissed another boy. He wanted to. The love Hoseok gives, he feels like he doesn't deserve. Never has. Never will.

He looks at the smear of blood on his finger. Winces with the stinging tear in his lip. 

This, he deserves.

[quarterfromcanon]

Portage

Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 22 - Lie  [1,707 words]

“Kayaking,” Valencia repeated, deadpan. She ran her thumb across the varied textures of Heather’s bracelets while they sat together at the dining room table.

“Mm-hmm,” Heather confirmed with an amused twinkle in her eye. She turned her arm over in an open invitation Valencia readily accepted. They rested their palms together, fingers tracing the veins on each other’s wrists.

“I get the feeling you’re deliberately taking me out of my comfort zone.” 

“That’s because I am.” Heather leaned close until their faces were almost touching. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” Valencia rolled her eyes. “God help me.”

Heather grinned. She kissed Valencia’s cheek. “I’ll go easy on you, I promise. It’ll be someplace peaceful, only the two of us, just to see if you like it.”

“This better prove how much I love you.” Valencia’s lower lip protruded.

Heather rose and pushed in her chair with one hand. She caught Valencia’s fingers with the other and swung back and forth. “I already know.”

___

“I can’t do it.”

“Yes, you can.”

“I can’t. The last time I lied under pressure, I told Anna the Browbarian her cat got hit by a pirate! I said my name was Allegra and Rebecca’s was Madge. Those are not the inventions of a skilled deceiver.”

“V, you’re totally psyching yourself out for nothing. Seriously. You don’t even have to lie. All you’ve gotta do is get through one Sugar Face breakfast without telling Rebecca where we’re going.” Heather draped her palms over Valencia’s forearms across the table. “It’s not like we’re denying her a once-in-a-lifetime chance. I wanna take her and Paula with us someday, too. Maybe after Paula passes her bar exam, we could make it a celebratory outing. It’ll be a blast.”

Valencia nodded with a smile.

Heather tucked a few stray curls back into place. “I don’t feel great about keeping this from her, either, if that makes it any better. I just… Sometimes it’s hard for us to have bonding experiences on our own and I kinda want this to be one of them. I understand why she’s been on the lookout for group hangs since we got our new place, and I wanna make sure we give her that time so she knows nothing major is changing, but it’s only this one little adventure.” She grimaced. “Am I being an asshole?”

“No. I am kind of warming up to the idea of having you all to myself, doing your outdoorsy thing.”

Heather laughed and traced the lid of her cup. “We’ll make it up to her when we go to that honorary event for her mom. Full support and attention. Plus, when we go kayaking the second time, you can be my co-instructor.”

“I do enjoy bossing people around.”

“And I don’t exactly hate that side of you.”

They shared an intimate smirk before Rebecca’s voice interrupted the exchange.

“You two, keep those bedroom eyes where they belong!” She pointed with feigned disapproval. “I’m kidding. You guys are cute.”

“Hi!” Valencia greeted, drawing out the word perhaps longer than necessary.

Heather shot her a look but then turned to address their companion. “Hey, girl.”

Rebecca hugged them both before taking her seat. Heather and Valencia avoided one another’s gaze lest their guilt become even more visible.

They ordered a variety of doughnuts and split each flavor into three parts so they got equal portions. The conversation was broad and casual while the trio spent time catching up, but then they came to the topic of Heather’s recently leased Honda Civic.

“I saw it in the parking lot,” Rebecca acknowledged. “Very sleek. It still has that new car shine.”

“Yeah, she’s keeping this one fairly clean except for those paddles in the backseat.” Valencia started to sip from her coffee and froze.

Heather’s eyes widened over Rebecca’s shoulder.

“Paddles?” Rebecca failed to suppress a mischievous smile. “Are you two getting experimental?”

Heather hid her face behind her hands. “Oh my god.”

“Wait, was I right?” Rebecca asked eagerly.

“They aren’t for that,” Valencia intervened, but her tone made it clear that her mind was whirring. “Paddles have all kinds of different uses. There’s paddle boarding, whitewater rafting, table tennis... None of those are euphemisms! Stop grinning at me like that. Oh! And there are those paddle things they use in the hospital to restart your hea--”

“Babe, I think it’s obvious we’re not driving around with defibrillator paddles,” Heather interjected. “It’s okay.” She turned to their friend. “Rebecca, Valencia and I are planning to go kayaking together. It was supposed to be like a private getaway, as a couple, so that’s why V just went into a babbling spiral trying not to tell you. But the thing is, I don’t really want to keep secrets like that. Neither of us do. You kinda helped bring us together, and we want to be able to have honest conversations and an understanding, y’know?”

Rebecca nodded with her brow furrowed. “I want that, too.” She held out her arms to gently clasp Heather’s and Valencia’s fingers with hers. “Listen, guys, I remember that I didn’t give you a lot of room to breathe when you first got together. I asked a lot of questions and was way over-involved because I felt curious and excited and I love you both so much...” She pressed her lips together for a moment, cutting off the explanations. “But I know now that wasn’t really fair. I probably wouldn’t bring you along on my dates, you know, if I’d had one of those in recent memory.” Rebecca laughed in a way that was at least slightly more convincing than the last time she’d brought up this fact. “The point is, I get it. I mean, you know me; my FOMO shoots through the roof at the slightest provocation, but I don’t want to get in the way of someone else’s romance anymore. Especially not one I helped connect, because I’m pretty damn proud of that.”

They gave each other’s palms an affectionate squeeze and smiled tearfully.

“Once I get the hang of it, will you come with us on a later trip?” Valencia asked. “We were thinking we could have a Gurl Group weekend around it. But I get dibs on being your instructor. It’ll be a good test to see how much I’ve retained.”

Rebecca beamed. “I would love to.”

She released her grip on their hands and grabbed a napkin off the table to dab her eyes. Valencia and Heather did the same. “Wow,” Rebecca chuckled. “Things are getting real in this outdoor doughnut shop today.”

The earlier tension left Heather and Valencia in a relieved breath. “Yeah,” Heather concurred softly.

“Just one condition,” Rebecca said while she picked up a slice of the s’more flavor.

“What’s that?” Valencia prompted.

Rebecca’s eyelids crinkled at the corners as she fought back a giggle. “I’m gonna need a photograph of you in your kayaking gear because I’m trying to imagine it right now and I can’t. The wetsuit, the helmet, the little buckle vest -- like, not even for Halloween, that’s how hard it is to picture on you. I’ve gotta see the first time you wear it.”

The sudden realization of that ensemble’s impending reality washed over Valencia’s face in speechless dismay.

“I’ll do you one better,” Heather offered with audible delight. “I’ll get a video.”

 ___

“Which one do you think?” Valencia held up three river rocks for Heather’s inspection. “I want to bring back a souvenir for Rebecca, but I can’t decide which of these she’d like.” Her nose was already wrinkled in distaste from prolonged contact with the muck adhered to the underside of the stones.

Heather took note of her discomfort and offered to hold the options. She pulled a bandana out of her backpack and scrubbed the surfaces dry. The stones tumbled over the creases in her skin when Heather bounced them in her hand. “Actually, you know what I think she’d really dig?”

She waded into the water and plunged her arm below the surface. Valencia waited on the shoreline, head tilted to the side while she tried to figure out what Heather could be gathering that was taking so long.

Heather returned with both hands full of rocks very similar to the ones Valencia gathered, but in abundance. There was a distinct aesthetic involving four colors. “Yellow for me, red for you, the bluish ones for Rebecca, and pink for Paula. We’ll get one of those double picture frames and glue these all around it. Pretty sure one of those openings is gonna get filled with a screenshot from that video we sent her this morning -- c’mon, V, you know she didn’t let that thing just disappear with the Snap -- and then the second one can be all four of us when we go. We can each find bigger versions of the rocks in our color and carve our initials into them. Line ’em up across a shelf at Rebecca’s house in front of the frame.”

“I like that.” Valencia looked down at her stained fingertips. “It almost makes it worth whatever disgusting scum is currently stuck under my nails.”

Heather frowned sympathetically at Valencia’s woebegone expression. She wrapped the rocks in the bandana and knotted it together. Once the supplies for their project were stowed in her backpack, she took out her water bottle and helped Valencia wash the grit away.

“Okay, now you’ve gotta put the helmet back on,” Heather asserted.

Valencia pouted. “We got it on video. Wasn’t that enough? I’m going to end up with helmet hair.”

“A look which will stay safely off the internet,” Heather assured. “Babe. Come on.” She held out the protective headwear with its strap across her knuckle. “We’ve gotta carry this kayak uphill. A super cute French braid won’t stop a cracked skull.” 

Valencia scowled. She caught hold of the proffered gear. “You know, this combination of subtle compliments and infallible logic won’t work forever.”

Heather walked away laughing. “Yeah, it will.”

Valencia grumbled to herself and crammed the helmet onto her head. “She’s right; it totally will. Damn it.” Her fingers secured the buckle with a snap and she hurried after her girlfriend. “Heathe, wait up!”

[redvsvblue]

god fucking dammit i hate mobile. anyways. Demon AU -- Jeremy summons Ryan just so he'll help him spookify his house/help hand out candy on Halloween. Jeremy dresses up as an angel to spite Ryan, and Ryan just.. un-glamours parts of himself (horns, tail, etc) instead of dressing up. I love the porn but like.... maybe just some good ol' bonding? or lowkey porn with feelings. maybe they kiss. let them KISS TJ - ya boy Trevor

First of all, Trev, slightly disappointed you didn’t come in with hey there, demon AU, it’s me, ya boy Trevor, but prompt accepted anyway. 

Second of all, GREAT PROMPT. STELLAR. THANK YOU. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. 

“Hey.”

“Hey,”Jeremy says, standing casually at the edge of his summoning circle.Ryan rakes his eyes suggestively down Jeremy’s body and raises aneyebrow.

“Needsomething?” He asks, smirking. Jeremy shrugs and looks around athis undecorated living room, at the collection of tiny pumpkins inthe window sill with Sharpie faces.

“It’salmost Halloween,” Jeremy says. Ryan hums.

“Tomorrow,”he agrees, teleporting to Jeremy’s desk to perch on it.

“AndI kind of need decorations,” Jeremy says. “The neighbourhood hasa contest for spookiest house and I didn’t have time to pickanything up today.”

Ryanarches an eyebrow but doesn’t comment.

“Anythingelse?”

Jeremydithers for a moment, awkwardly shifting his weight and lookinganywhere but Ryan.

Ryanthe demon.

Thedemon Jeremy’s definitely not trying to befriend. Or be-whatever.

“…alot of kids come by,” he says slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.“Could use someone to help me hand out candy.” 

Nope, totally not an excuse to see Ryan. Shut up.

Heglances up nervously at the demon – Ryan’s smug grin melts into asofter smile, almost…well, almost gentle.

Jeremybreaks the eye contact.

“Don’thave to,” he mutters, shifting from foot to foot. “I just thought– I don’t know.”

“What?”Ryan asks.

“Thoughtmaybe – I don’t know, you’re a demon, thought maybe you’dlike the holiday.”

Ryantilts his head and Jeremy flushes under the scrutiny, looking away tohis pumpkins again.

“I’d,y’know, I’d trade you,” he says, boldly stepping forward, butRyan shakes his head.

“Don’tworry about it,” he says, still with that same soft smile thatmakes Jeremy’s insides tangle up.

“Thoughtyou couldn’t just give out favours,” Jeremy teases, probablyterribly covering his nerves but the relief rising in him is a littletoo strong to deal with right now. Ryan laughs and his eyes driftover to the bags of candy sitting by Jeremy’s front door.

“Hm,well, you’re right,” Ryan says, a distinct twinkle in his eyewhen he grins. “Need to keep a reputation somehow.”

Jeremyraises an eyebrow and Ryan jerks his thumb to the kitchen.

“Tradeya for one of those cupcakes you’re making?” He says, aninnocent, hopeful lilt to his words, and Jeremy laughs and nods.

“It’sa deal,” he says, and Ryan teleports to the kitchen.

– 

Ryanhelps Jeremy hang up the lights outside his house, stapling themneatly to the wood and wrapping them around one of the pillars tohide the battery pack behind the railing, and although the lights area tacky alternate of purple and orange, Jeremy can’t help admiringthe reflection of them in Ryan’s eyes. Ryan catches his gaze and –smiles at him and Jeremy’s chest feels suddenly tight.

Gleefulshrieking from the next house over breaks the moment, and Ryan moveson to arranging the fake skeletons while Jeremy lines up tinypumpkins on the railing, drawing in angry eyebrows and fearsome jawsto make them scarier. It doesn’t really work because they’resmaller than Jeremy’s hand, but he likes them nonetheless. Theyglue bats to the overhang, stick ghost decals to the front window andall the while Jeremy can’t stop sneaking glances at Ryan, listeningout for his easy laughter when something goes wonky or when Jeremybends a skeleton hand into a flipped bird.

Ryan’sactually – fun to work with, a lot more fun than Jeremyexpected, teasing Jeremy about not being able to reach the bats andswearing in a mix of languages when he fucks up a decal, peeling itoff with a frown and reaching for a new one.

Andthen Ryan magicks up his decorations, enchanting glitteringblack spiderwebs in the corners of the porch and conjuring purpleflames to dance in the main porch lamp. A mysterious white foggathers around the skeletons and pours through the gaps in therailing – above Jeremy’s head, the bats’ wings start flappingin mid-air.

“No,”Jeremy says when he sees Ryan affixing a bloody head to the door –Ryan and the head look at him, and Jeremy almost fuckingpisses himself.

“No?”Ryan asks innocently.  

“Toogruesome,” Jeremy says, glancing down at the unnerving yellow eyesof the decapitated head. “I don’t wanna actually scar thechildren.”

“Okay,”Ryan says with a shrug, cradling the head in his hands. “Bye,Reggie.”

Thehead disappears in a puff of smoke and Ryan enchants up a tackyHalloween wreath instead, glancing at Jeremy for approval beforehanging it and magicking up a smouldering green glow inside it.

“Well,”Ryan declares, dusting his hands off and glancing around the porch.“I think you’re done.”

“Yeah?”Jeremy asks. “You think it’s good?”

“Realspooky,” Ryan says, sharing a grin with Jeremy. A moment later itfalters.

“GuessI should go,” he says. Jeremy doesn’t reply – doesn’t…reallywant Ryan to leave but he supposes he can’t really ask him to stay.

“Yeah,I’ll – I’ll summon you tomorrow. If I remember,” he jokes.

“Well,wouldn’t have to remember if you traded somethin’,” Ryan sayswith a knowing smile, the insinuation heavy in his voice. “I couldjust pop in.”

“Whatif you forget?” Jeremy teases, ignoring the way his pulse jumpsinto doubletime at the implications of Ryan’s words. And the way hehasn’t…exactly declined the offer outright.

“Iwouldn’t,” Ryan replies, something oddly serious in his tone.Jeremy looks away and Ryan reaches out to poke the wreath, sending itswinging on its hook.

“I’llsee you tomorrow,” Ryan says, flashing him a smile before abruptlydisappearing – Jeremy blinks at the sudden empty space andcuriously pushes open the door to look inside – the circle’salready empty, smoke dissipating in mid-air.

– 

Jeremylaughs at himself in the mirror and adjusts the halo on his head,snaps the elastic band of the wings and shakes his shoulders to watchthe feathers flutter. He smooths his shirt over his chest, pattingover the faded LA Angels logo and grinning at the reflection.

Whenhe summons Ryan a few minutes later, the demon takes one look at himand erupts into laughter, teleporting over to tug playfully at theangel wings and flick the wobbly halo.

“Hey,careful!” Jeremy exclaims, ducking away from Ryan’s touch andbatting at his wandering hands. Ryan looks down at the jeans andshirt and snorts, his eyes flitting over Jeremy without any heat orintent – just pure, simple amusement.

“So,who are you meant to be?” He asks, gently brushing his fingers overa wing.

“I’man angel,” Jeremy says proudly, spreading his arm to show off thecostume.

“Yeah,well, there’s lots of angels,” Ryan says, lifting a hand to countoff his fingers. “There’s Gabriel, there’s Balthazar, there’sMichael, there’s Uriel - “

“Okay,okay, you fuckin’ nerd, I’m just a general angel.”

“– there’sLucifer if you want to get really technical –”

“Allright, fine, where’s your costume, then, smart guy?”

Ryangrins and looks him over again – his glamour wobbles and fades awayto reveal his horns, his tail, the blazing eyes, and now there’spurple fire licking at the tip of the tail, wisps of smoke trailingharmlessly into Jeremy’s living room. Dramatic fuck.

“Ifyou’re an angel, then I have to be a devil, right?” Ryan teases,leaning back against Jeremy’s desk.

“ThoughtI wasn’t an angel,” Jeremy replies. “Thought you didn’tlike my general costume.”

Ryancocks his head.

“AngelJeremy,” he says, a slow smile lifting up the corners of his mouth.

“AngelJeremy?” Jeremy deadpans.

“Idon’t think there’s one of those yet.”

“Yet?”

“Youcould be the first,” Ryan says. “If you get up there.”

“Yeah,right, I don’t exactly think I’m going to heaven,” Jeremyjokes, rolling his eyes. “Y’know, summoning demons and all that?”

Ryan’ssmile turns soft again and butterflies erupt somewhere inJeremy’s ribs.

“Wouldn’tbe able to see you anyway,” Ryan says. “Not exactly a freemembership club up there.”

Jeremylaughs and Ryan pokes his halo again, grinning at its bounce.

“So,Angel Jeremy, what first?”

– 

Ryan,it turns out, is an absolute menace.

Ademonic, handsome, sweet tooth menace who’s always pluckingcandy out of the bowls and seems to be perpetually chewing on onething or another, from the batch of cupcakes Jeremy’s trying tosave for the older teenagers to the half-melted lollipops buried inthe middle of the bowl.

He’sterrible. Jeremy’s having a great time.

AndRyan’s surprisingly – nice towards the kids, crouchingdown to their level and asking about their outfits as they pick outcandy – the parents smile at Jeremy standing behind him and take aproffered cupcake or two.

“Really,I think he’s the more angelic one here,” one woman says, lookingfondly down at her two children, who are explaining their Star Warsoutfits to an interested Ryan. “You should swap costumes.”

Jeremylaughs heartily and glances down at Ryan, at the horns literallysprouting from his head and the New Jersey Devils shirt stretchedover his shoulders.

“Didn’texpect him to be so good with kids,” Jeremy says. “Usually I’mdown there talkin’ to ‘em.”

“Hm,well, people can be surprising,” she says, gently nudging her sonaway from the edge of the step.

“Yeah,”Jeremy agrees, with a fond sigh he’ll deny for the rest of hislife.

Ryanstands back up and the children bound away to another lady walking upto the drive – she greets them with hugs and enthusiasticexclamations over their hauls of candy and the woman at their doorwaves back at her.

“That’smy wife,” she says, taking some chocolate bars from the bowl Ryanoffers her and tucking them into her pocket. “I should probably gobefore they tackle her.”

“Yeah,I’ll see you around – wait, will I see you around?” Jeremyasks.

“Oh,yeah, we just moved into the neighbourhood! I’m Lucy,” she says,holding out a hand to shake. “That’s Jackie back there.”

“Jeremy.”He shakes her hand firmly and gestures to Ryan. “This is Ryan.”Ryan smiles pleasantly and curls an arm around Jeremy’s waist –Jeremy’s heart flips over in his chest and Ryan squeezes him,handing the bowl over so he can also shake Lucy’s hand.

“You’llhave to come over sometime,” Jeremy says. “I got a grill thatisn’t used enough.”

“MaybeI’ll take you up on that,” Lucy says with a wink. She glancesback at Jackie and starts to back away, waving cheerfully to them.

“Number34!” She shouts, gesturing down the road, and Jeremy nods and givesher a thumbs-up.

“Well,she was nice,” Ryan says when they close the door, picking out aSnickers and tearing it open to pop it into his mouth.

“You’rehelping me grill,” Jeremy says automatically, and Ryan laughs.

“Youbuy the burgers, I’ll cook ‘em,” he says, holding something outto Jeremy. “Lollipop?”

Jeremytakes the lollipop and tears the wrapper open, the plastic crinklingloudly in his fingers before he slides the candy into his mouth,sticky sweet cherry flooding his tastebuds. He pulls a face andimmediately takes it out, swallowing to dispel the digsustinglysweet flavour.

“Ugh,what the fuck, these are awful, how the hell have youbeen eating these all night?!”

Ryanshrugs and finds a pack of Nerds, setting down the bowl to dump theminto his hand. He downs half of the box in one go and Jeremy staresat him in abject horror as the second half disappears a few secondslater.

“What.The. Fuck. Ryan. Ryan.”

Ryansteals his lollipop and clicks it against his teeth, grinning aroundit as he stirs up the bowl with a finger.

“What?”He asks innocently. “It’s Halloween.”

“Yeah,and the kids are supposed to be raiding the candy, not - “Jeremy tugs the bowl out of Ryan’s reach and narrows his eyes athim “ - not fucking – hundred year old demons.”

“Isuppose we’re supposed to be raising hell?”

“Somethin’like that.”

Ryanpouts. It’s dangerously endearing.

“Don’tyou have work to do or something? Tricking some poor soul out of –their soul or whatever?” Jeremy asks, more to stop himself staringat Ryan than actually asking.

“Nah,”Ryan says with a shrug, crunching his lollipop in two and discardingthe stick in the bin by his feet.

“Youdon’t?”

“Well.It’s my night off.”

Jeremyraises an eyebrow and Ryan grins, bopping him on the nose with hisfinger before suddenly disappearing in a cloud of smoke.

Jeremyhears him reappear, moments later, in the kitchen, and immediatelybolts to save his cupcakes from Ryan’s apparently garbage disposalappetite.

– 

Theneighbourhood quiets down gradually, the trick-or-treaters all herdedhome and the only horrors on the street the college studentsgathering for the house party at the end of the road. Music pumps outloud enough Jeremy can hear it from inside his house, but no onebothers to tell them to turn it down. It’s a Friday Halloween,after all.

Jeremylets Ryan have the rest of the cupcakes and collapses on his sofawith a bag of candy, picking out the Paydays and dropping them in apile beside him. Ryan comes by a few minutes later, plopping down onthe other side of the bag and sinking into the cushions.

“Youknow,” he says after a couple minutes of watching Jeremy digthrough the bag, “I could just get them out for you.”

“Thisis the fun part, though,” Jeremy says, flashing Ryan a smile. “It’slike a treasure hunt.”

Ryanshrugs and rests his head against the cushions, his tail whippingidly at the bag. Jeremy sorts through more chocolate and finally setsthe bag down on the floor by his feet to start on the pile by hiship. The wings crunch when he leans back.

“Thanksfor the help,” Jeremy says a few chocolates later. Ryan snorts.

“Yeah,handing out candy is a real hardship,” he drawls, scooting over sohe can nudge Jeremy’s side.

“Shutup,” Jeremy mutters. “It was – ” Fun. Nice. Better withanother person. With Ryan.

It’snot like he needed the help at all.

He’sprobably a little pathetic. More than.

“Itwas fun,” he admits, carefully avoiding Ryan’s eyes.

Silentmoments pass between them, only broken by the gentle thump of Ryan’stail against his leg, the rustle of candy wrappers in Jeremy’s lap.

“CanI tell you something?” Jeremy asks. Ryan inclines his head.  

“I,uh – I’m glad you were the replacement,” Jeremy confesses, eyesglued to the coffee table. “For – Azazel.”

Ryanhums and tips his head back on the sofa, crossing his arms. Jeremyfidgets nervously. Their shoulders brush when Jeremy breathes.

“CanI tell you something?” Ryan parrots, looking up at the ceiling.Jeremy glances over at him.

“It’snot my night off,” Ryan says.

Hisburning eyes flick to Jeremy – Jeremy freezes under his gaze,caught off-guard by the piercing intensity of the inhuman glow, bythe odd contrast of that with his lopsided smile.

“Supposedto be raising hell?” Jeremy asks.

“Somethinglike that.” He smiles and Jeremy can’t help matching it,playfully knocking Ryan’s elbow with his own.

“Guessthe cupcakes were good enough to stay?”

Ryanchuckles quietly.

“Somethingwas,” he says.

–  

“Ilike your costume,” Ryan says from the middle of the summoningcircle, his hands tucked into his pockets. His horns and tail fadeaway, the purple lick of flame wisping into nothing as it disappears.Jeremy snorts out a laugh and Ryan smiles and says something indemonspeak – Jeremy’s head whips up at the guttural, familiarstretch of syllables.

“Whatdid you just say?” He asks.

“AngelJeremy,” Ryan says, frowning a little. “Why?”

“What– How do you say my name?”

Ryanrepeats part of the syllables, slower so Jeremy can hear it, andJeremy’s struck again by how familiar he finds it.

“Whydo I recognise that?” He asks. Ryan coughs and brings a hand up torub the back of his neck.

“Oh.Uh. It’s – I…use it a lot,” he says. Something almost like aflush touches his cheeks, faint enough that Jeremy doubts it. “Whenwe’re – y’know.” He gestures between them and then Jeremy’scheeks heat as he realises what Ryan’s talking about.

“Oh,”he mumbles stupidly. “Oh.”

“Badhabit,” Ryan mutters. “Sorry.”

Jeremyblinks and then frantically shakes his head, hesitantly steppingforward but not entering the circle.

“No,don’t – don’t be,” he blurts out. “It’s – no, I likeit.”

Ryanshoots him a sheepish little glance and an equally shy smile, hisshoulders relaxing slightly in relief.

It’sweird, seeing him without the cocky confidence, without the flirtycockteasing. Not that Jeremy doesn’t love that, but. Ryan’squite nice just as himself. Or, well, as himself as he probably is –Jeremy doesn’t know a whole lot about demons’ origins except thatthey used to be human, but they don’t seem to change too much.

Ryanclears his throat – it breaks Jeremy out of his short reverie andhe shakes himself to dispel the lingering thoughts. The air betweenthem seems heavy with something, with some sort of tension that tugsat Jeremy, makes his palms itch with some hidden urge.

Itonly takes a moment before Jeremy’s striding confidently into thecircle, well aware that being in here means Ryan could whisk himaway, and stopping in front of Ryan, barely inches away, swallowingnervously before he leans in to press a quick kiss to Ryan’s cheek.

“Thanks,”he whispers – Ryan’s hands come up to grip his arms and Ryan’sshoulders slump with a sigh as he rests their cheeks together. Jeremylets him have the contact, touches his lips to Ryan’s hot skinagain.

Whenhe reluctantly steps back, Jeremy rubs a hand over his mouth andlingers for a handful of seconds before stepping out of the circle,his skin tingling from Ryan’s touch. He twists his fingers togetherand deliberately clears his throat to try and break the strangemoment, but when he looks up Ryan’s still wearing that soft smile,his eyes crinkled in the corners.

“HappyHalloween,” Jeremy says awkwardly, offering up a grin. Ryan laughsand slides a hand into his pocket again, lifting his other hand toready his fingers.

“HappyHalloween,” he replies, and hesitates. “Thanks for inviting me.”

Andthen he snaps his fingers and vanishes in a column of hazy smoke.

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