#i want to watch this every Halloween and plenty of other times too

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Anyway I finally watched Lisa Frankenstein last night and I absolutely adored it and the dream sequence in particular has been playing over and over in my head ever since.

[satorusugurugurl]

Candy Apples

Summary: When you go to a Hallowedn carnival with your boyfriend, he finds himself longing for you in ways that has him dragging you away from the fun to a more secluded area for your own carnival fun!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Warning:college!au, language, public sex, fluffy, photoboo, sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: Kinktober day Twenty-One: Halloween Carnival! this was originally a Geto only fic, I changed to JJK men, but I changed it back to Geto because it was too good as a stand alone!! (plus you're girl is tired lol)

“Come on!” Suguru couldn’t help but smile as you dragged him through the crowd. This unexpected adventure had just come to be less than ten minutes ago.

The two of you were planning on spending the night in. Midterms were coming up, and it was best that both of you take the time to study. Doing so meant you wouldn’t be able to attend all the Halloween parties you were eager to attend. But you both agreed there would be plenty of time to party later. The evening was supposed to be spent in the apartment, working on reports and studying for upcoming tests.

So imagine Suguru’s surprise when you came bursting through his apartment door. There was a glimmer of excitement in your eyes as you threw off your scarf, grabbing him by the hand. At first, he thought something may have happened to you. But when you started bouncing on the balls of your feet up and down, giggling in excitement, his worries faded away.

“What is wrong with you?” your boyfriend asked as you circled around him, giddy as could be.

“There’s a carnival! A literal Halloween carnival down at the street!”

Suguru scoffed cocking an eyebrow as you ran to grab his jacket. “What happened to staying in and studying tonight?” You whirled on your feet and dropped as if he had just insulted you and your best friend.

“Geto Suguru! Life is too short not to take spontaneous actions!”

“I’m quoting what you told me a few days ago.” He said with a chuckle as his brows furrowed, going with the flow. You grabbed him and dragged him out the door. “But if you want this, I’m willing to reschedule our study session.”

And he was so glad that he did. Seeing your excited face illuminated by the streetlight above was much better than staring into a book. You looked around and wondered at all of the different vendors and activities that were going on around you. He admired the orange lights reflected off your flawless, beautiful skin and how your eyes twinkle in the starlight above.

There was a certain awe about you and how you found joy in the little things in life. That made him fall harder and harder every single day for you.

“Suguru! Look!”

He smiled, following you towards a vendor selling Caramel and candy apples. “They look so good!” You leaned over, looking at each of the apples on display.

Not as good as you.

All other horny thoughts aside, Suguru immediately took his wallet out, pulled out his card, handing it to the vendor who scanned it. “Pick one, Princess.” the way you grabbed your preferred treat before hugging his arm and spewing a string of thank you made him realize just how much he loved spending time with you.

Those thoughts about how lucky he was to have you and how fortunate he was had him going as he considered how he could tell you this. You took notice of his quiet demeanor and pouted, feeling a twinge of regret at pulling him away from his studies that he was so passionate about to walk around a carnival like a couple of high schoolers.

Your excitement clouded your judgment, and you thought maybe your very mature boyfriend thought this was childish. So you loosened your grip on his arm and silently nibbled on your treat. It didn’t take long for Suguru to notice your change of attitude. He watched you eat with an almost far-off look in your eyes. He frowned, tilting his head to the side as he looked around for a quieter, more private place to ask you what was wrong.

He found that place down a corner, where he found a photo booth with an out-of-order sign. He approached it, seeing no one lingering around. It was much quieter back here than all the chaos of the bustling festival. It's the perfect place for you to talk.

“What's wrong?” Suguru blatantly asked, not wanting to dance on the subject.

You looked up at him, midbite of your apple. “Huh?” You asked, clearly shocked that he had noticed the slight change in your mood.

“What’s wrong? You were so happy just a few minutes ago. Are you tired? Do you not like your apple?”

“No, I’m not tired, and my apple is really good.”

“Then what’s wrong, Princess?” you opened your mouth to speak. “And don’t even try telling me that it's nothing; I know you, so it’s just easier for you to come out and tell me what’s going on.”

You sighed, twirling the skewer as you pressed your lips into a thin line. “I just feel bad for dragging you out here.” He blinked, almost too stunned to respond.

“Why the hell would you be sorry about that?”

“Because you seem quiet, and I know this wasn’t in the plans for tonight, but I was pretty persistent about it. I know your studies' importance to you, and I dragged you away from it.”

Suguru went from confused to full of concern before the faintest trace of amusement graced his pretty features. “You think I’m upset that you dragged me out here?” He almost laughed at your words, leaving you gawking at him before pouting. “Princess, I couldn't care less about studying right now. I’ve been having such an amazing time with you tonight. Seeing you in such a good mood and watching you all be happy and bouncing up and down. I love seeing that side of you.” He reached out, his warmest hand cupping your chilled, flushed cheek.

“Then why have you been so quiet for the last few minutes?”

“Oh, have I been that quiet?” His thumb brushed over your cheekbone. “I’m sorry, princess; I was just thinking about how lucky I am. I guess I just lost myself in my thoughts.”

“What were you thinking about?”

You watched how your boyfriend’s cheeks turned a slight dusty rose hue. “I was thinking about how cute you looked, how much I love seeing you excited. And it made me realize just how much I want you.” His voice was so quiet you almost had to strain to hear what he was saying.

But you heard him loud and clear.

Suguru was a virgin, so you both had agreed to take things slow. Getting to know each other without having to rely on intimacy to do so. Besides the occasional make-out session and a lot of touching and feeling, but it never went more than that. You started dating each other last semester, and things have been heating up recently. Suguru always said he would tell you when he was ready.

“I want you so bad. It’s not even funny.”

You swallowed hard; suddenly, you weren’t concerned with the apple and were more interested in your boyfriend. You dropped the half-eaten apple on the ground before you threw yourself at him. You were kissing him and pushing him until his back slammed against the photo booth. He gasped, eyes wide, before he lost himself in the kiss. Suguru reached around, grabbing you by the back of your head, forcing you to kiss him deeper. You moaned, eyes fluttering shut as you whimpered against his lips.

It was painfully clear by the tent, forming in his pants to the wetness seeping through your panties, that you both wanted this. “L-Let’s go back.” You gasped out, breaking the kiss, only to be pulled back in, Suguru’s tongue sliding into your mouth as you guessed out in shock. He yanked you into the Photo Booth, pulling the red curtain to shield you from prying eyes. You hit the back wall, getting knocked out of your lungs, which he gently took into his own. It was so intense, so raw, and full of need.

“I don't want to go back. I want you now.”

Suguru felt like he was starving, starving for you specifically. The tarts, sweetness of the apple, and sugary taste of your favorite toppings flooded his mouth. He growled his tongue greedily, massaging yours, trying to taste everything you had to offer. You whimpered eyebrows, knitting together at the kiss's force and pure intensity. How was he a virgin when he kissed you like this?

His hand traveled up your body, copying your breast through your sweater, squeezing and massaging it as his thumb brushed over your nipple through the thick material shielding you from his hands. He had never felt this kind of desire for anyone in his life before. He needed you. And Suguru didn’t care if it was right in the photo booth.

“S-Suguru!” you cried out, whimpering as he turned around, your back facing him. With a moan, you caught on to what he wanted. You lifted your black pleated skirt before tugging your faux leggings down to pool at your knees before you turned, placing your hand against the wall with a camera. “Fuck me.”

Suguru couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard. It was almost painful as it strained against the zipper of his pants. He needed you; he needed to be buried deep inside your tight, wet walls. And while the place wasn't what he imagined losing his virginity, he couldn’t have been more happy with the person he was losing it to.

He rolled his hips against yours, fabrics rutting against each other with every move. You found yourself mewling as you rocked shamelessly against him. You have wanted this for so long, and it’s precisely what you both needed. He leaned down, tilting your head to face him before he kissed your kissing you gently, his full, plump lips pressed against your own. As your lips moved together, his hips rocked against yours harder. His erection pressed firmly against your clit as he rocked against you.

His tongue licked at your bottom lip, and you parted your lips, allowing him in. His tongue wrapped around yours, fighting for dominance. Every kiss, sweet caress, and movement behind you was carefully calculated. Suguru was taking his time, not rushing through anything; he wanted both of you to savor this moment.

It didn’t matter if you were at a carnival; behind the photo booth curtain, it was just you and Suguru at that moment where his body was—moving against yours. And nothing, nor anyone else, mattered. He made it clear that you were his entire universe, and you knew you were lucky to have Suguru in your life.

You loved him, and he loved you.

That love slowly turned into pure lust and desire as your boyfriend growled in your ear, the bucking of his hips becoming more erratic as he dug his fingers into your flesh. You only turned back around to quickly help with unbuckling his belt, his own hands gripping your hips as he spread your cheeks, exposing yourself to him. The second you were, his cock was brushing against your folds. Suguru grunted, pushing himself into your wet heat. Your back arched slightly as you opened your mouth; no sounds came out as he continued to push himself inside of you. You walls stretched, a delicious burning sensation coursed through you as you tried to accommodate his massive length.

“Holy fuck—” he stilled, head resting against your shoulder. As he allowed himself to experience the sensation of being inside of you.

“Feel good, Sugu?” You asked in an almost breathless tone.

He hummed and turned to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. “Better than I have ever imagined. Fuck you feel so good.” It didn’t take Suguru long to fall into a rhythm, his thrusts deep and set at a fast pace. You moved in time with him, rocking back slowly as he thrust faster.

His lips were placed on yours, and his tongue slid into your mouth, eager to taste the tangy sweetness from your apple again as you continued to move together. Through the kisses and touches, you felt the adoration and love he had for you. You never doubted that he loved you for you, and you felt the same way.

Even though you could read the gestures behind his movements, he still had to tell you. “I love you, Princess.” He groaned out, pressing a chased kiss against your lips before trailing his lips down the shell of your ear to your neck. “I ducking love you.” His movements picked up in speed as he fucked you harder, but never once did that adoration falter.

“Suguru,” you sighed, biting down on your lip as pressure began building inside you, “God, I love you; you feel so good.” He thrust harder, moaning loudly into your ear as you bucked back against him. “Fuch, ngggh Suguru.” You closed your eyes tight, slamming your hands against the wall. “Right there,” You cried out as he brushed against your g-spot, “again, fuck again!”

He followed your commands, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot over and over again. With each thrust, you found yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Suguru's grip on you was tightening; he wasn’t going to let you; he was fully intending to keep you as his as long as you allowed him to. He was a man set on a mission, and there was no stopping him except that he was already close to the edge himself. But he wasn’t going to allow himself to finish before you.

“Princess, I need you to cum for me.” he whispered, his hot breath against your lips, “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

He reached down, finding your click with ease. He pressed down hard on it, rubbing it back and forth as his thrusts caused the entire booth to shake as he fucked you. “S-Suguru!” You cried out, slamming your hands against the wall of the photo booth, causing a bright light to flash and momentarily blind you as your walls clamped down on your boyfriend's cock. They fluttered and pulsated, your body trembling as your orgasm coursed through you.

Suguru blinked spots away; his movements slowed as he began to edge closer to his release. “Suguru cum with me! Please, fuck, cum with me.” You begged as he pounded into you before growling loudly, his hips stilling as he spilled himself inside of you.

Once you both regained your breath and Suguru completely softened inside of you, he pulled out, shaky legs, as he ran his hands all over your body “Holy shit, I fucked you so hard we fixed the photo booth,” He chuckled, letting out a deep breath, as you stood there still pressed against the wall at the photo booth giggling breathlessly. “I-I wow.” His lips trailed kisses all over your neck.

“Suguru.” Hearing that breathless giggle and feeling his lips and hands on you left you whining. “We need to go home.”

“Huh?” Suguru asked concern etched into his features. “Why are you okay?” he asked as you straightened, adjusting your skirt before pulling your tights back up. You move so fast that he never saw it coming. You fiated your hand in his shirt, yanking him down back to your lips, kissing him as hard and as deep as you could.

“I need you to take me home and fuck me again.”

“As you wish, Princess.”

Suguru couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth before he tucked his cock back into his pants, his fingers as he pushed the curtain to the photo booth back, stopping to bend down and pick up the pictures that booth took of you both and pure orgasmic bliss, a snapshot of that moment. He grinned, fighting down his lip, and opened his wallet, placing the photo strip within it.

“Are you seriously going to keep that in your wallet?” You questioned, a smile as he dragged you down the pathway back to the crowded carnival.

“Of course I am. It’s going to stay with me forever. Just like you.”

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[forever-rogue]

It's a Lifestyle

AN | Hello, its me! Back from the dead for my favorite time of the year. It's just a sweet little scene with Eddie and his angel and their love of Halloween! 🥰

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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Eddie looked forward to coming home every day. So much. Like so much. 

Because he always knew that you'd be there, excited to see him, even if it hadn't been that long since you'd last seen each other.

He parked his truck in the driveway of the small house that now belonged to the two of you.

A very own home for you both.

He noted your car in the driveway as well, but when he came inside the house, you weren't there to greet him. He took off his boots and set them by the door, reaching down to pet Pickles as she wound herself around his legs. The small black cat purred loudly before giving him one final rub and heading over to the window to sit on the ledge and stare outside. People and animal watching had become a favorite pastime of hers.

"Angel?” he called out, wondering where you had managed to disappear too. He poked around downstairs but found nothing but the delicious smell of fresh brownies. It was like you'd known that he had been craving them. You definitely made the best brownies…not that he was biased or anything.

When you didn't answer him, he climbed up the stairs, assuming you were in the bedroom or office or…somewhere. Hopefully.

As he got to the top of the stairs, the floor squeaked slightly. That alone was enough to alert you to his presence, “Eddie?”

He followed the sound of your voice down the hall and around the corner, finding the stairs to the attic pulled down, “its just me. What're you doing up there?”

“Hi my love,” your pretty face appeared and made him smile, “I'm just going through some boxes to find the Halloween Decorations! I know I have some from the years past-”

“It's not even September yet,” Eddie raised an eyebrow, amusement written all over his face. He was trying not to laugh, but it was all in good fun.

“Halloween is a year round tradition, Edward!” You beckoned for him to come up the stairs, “its not my fault that my year round decor just happens to be Halloween appropriate. Halloween is a lifestyle.”

“I thought it was a holiday?” He started to make the short climb, quickly standing up next to you. He gently took your face in his hands, beaming at you.

“It's a lifestyle,” you repeated, putting your hands on his forearms, smiling back at him, “hi.”

“Hi,” he leaned and kissed you softly, pulling away much sooner than you would have liked, but you knew you'd get plenty more later, “Halloween being a lifestyle choice makes sense considering your skull collection.”

“It is an impressive skull collection,” you mused before kissing him again. When he had first met you he was surprised to find that you collected all sorts of different replica skulls. You didn't give off the vibe immediately but he found that they did suit you, “wanna help me decorate, handsome?”

“For you? Anything,” he agreed, heart swelling at the pure joy on your face, “you want to decorate now? We'll decorate now.”

“And maybe go shopping for some new decorations?”

“Sure baby,” he promised, “you never decorated our old apartment much.”

“It was small,” you shrugged softly, “and that only felt like a home because of you. But this is our home now, one we worked hard for. And there's no one else I'd rather be here with. Now we have the freedom and ability to make it our own, however we want.”

“Yeah,” fondness colored his voice as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, you know?”

“I love you,” you threw your arms around him and gave him a cuddly, tender embrace, “now, my love, will you help me bring the boxes downstairs?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed dramatically before immediately getting ready to bring everything down the ladder. You could have asked him for the moon and stars and would have gotten them for you, “I hope you know I'm only being nice because you made brownies.”

“I knew I made them for a reason,” you grinned at him, “you're not a hard sell, Eddie Munson.”

“You're lucky I love you!”

“I love you lots and lots,” you promised, moving the first box towards him so he could bring it down, “and then some!”

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“I'm not sure about this,” Eddie frowned at the coffee currently nestled in your hand, eyebrows almost disappearing into his dark curls, “why do you want a drink that tastes like pumpkin?”

He was, meanwhile and as usual, holding a cup of hot, black coffee. You grinned and shrugged your shoulders before talking a long sip, “because it's delicious and the right amount of sweet and spicy. Besides, it doesn't taste like pumpkin, it's the spices. Try it.”

“What if I die?” He scoffed dramatically before taking the cup of your hand taking a tentative sip. You watched his face go through several emotions before he finally swallowed.

“It's good, huh?” You knew him well enough by now to know when he liked something. He mumbled something under his breath before handing the coffee back to you, “and you didn't die.”

“It's…acceptable,” he tried to play it off but you could see him struggle to hold his laugh back. He quickly grabbed it again and took another sip, “I wouldn't try it again.”

“Whatever,” you kissed his cheek before taking your coffee back and looping your arm through his, walking him in the direction of the home goods store you'd dragged him to. Not that he was really complaining - he loved Halloween too after all, “you don't have to admit I'm right.”

“You wish,” he rolled his eyes dramatically, eyes widening when he noticed all the Halloween items in the shop’s window display, “wow. That's so much Halloween…and it's still so early in the season.”

“That's how it is nowadays,” you shrugged, “but it's to my advantage!”

“What exactly is that you're looking for?”

You moved to step in front of him, looking ridiculously cute in your sweater and scarf and boots, all bundled up to stay warm, “we are looking for whatever speaks to us. You gotta feel it in your gut.”

He couldn't help but laugh as you reached for his hand and laced your fingers through his, “whatever you say, angel.”

“We don't have to do this,” you whispered softly, “if you don't want to, I don't want to make you do this, or to make you feel obligated-”

“I want to do this,” he promised, “I love spending time with you, whatever we do.”

“Me too,” you relaxed, smiling shyly at your boyfriend. You reached over and tucked a rogue curl that had escaped from his bun behind his ear, “c'mon on then! Oh - you get to pick what we do next. Wanna go to Guitar Center maybe?”

His eyes lit up as he nodded. He knew that you weren't a music nerd like him, but you always listened intently when he spoke about it, often getting very passionate. You always supported him and his music and he couldn't ask for more.

 “Hell yeah.”

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That afternoon you spent several hours walking around and looking for the perfect Halloween and fall decor for the house. It was, admittedly, a lot more fun than Eddie could have imagined.

Plus, the two of you had gone to Guitar Center afterwards. Which hadn't hurt. You always felt like you were lost when Eddie got really into talking about music, but you loved how passionate he was about music…everything really.

The only thing that was left to do was to get pumpkins for the front porch and maybe some pie. But that you wanted to do closer to actual Halloween so the pumpkins wouldn't rot. Although Eddie had insisted that would look metal as fuck. 

The two of you had decided to make it a date day and by the time the two of you were heading home it was later into the evening.  Eddie was driving your car, one hand on the wheel and the other one was holding yours.

Music was playing quietly as the two of you talked about anything and everything that crossed your mind. After a while, a content silence fell over the two of you as you stared out the window at the passing scenery.

“What're you thinking about, angel?” He quickly turned his head to look at you, his face illuminated by the passing street lights.

“Nothing,” you felt your cheeks warm up, and keep your eyes turned from his. he squeezed your hand and you knew better than to think he would leave it alone. That wasn't his style at all. You turned your head to face him, squinting your eyes before sighing, “Alright, its something. But it's silly and you're going to laugh.”

“I wouldn't laugh,” he insisted as you raised an eyebrow at him, “fine, I won't laugh unless it's very laugh worthy.”

“You're such an ass,” but you were laughing now, the sound full of adoration and affection, “I was just thinking about how much I love this.”

“This?”

“Us,” you watched a smile tug up the corners of his mouth, “I love being with you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he turned the street to your house, effortlessly pulling into the driveway and parking the car. You unbuckled your seat belt and turned to him, looking at him sweetly, “what? You're looking at me all funny.”

“I'm not looking at you funny,” you leaned over the center console and traced your fingers gently along his jaw, “I just really love you.”

“And…? I know there's something else you're not saying,” he took your chin in his hand and tilted your face up towards him, “out with it angel.”

“It's just that,” you bit your lip, sucking in a slow breath, “I can't wait to marry you one day. I mean. I know this is all real, that what we have is real. But I also can't wait to call you my husband one day. It's like an added little bonus.”

“Oh,” his pale cheeks turned bright pink as he tried to control his excitement. At first you were worried that he wasn't going to share the same sentiment but any worry that popped up quickly disappeared, “I can't wait for that either. I can't wait to call you my wife one day.”

“And you'll be my husband,” you whispered as he nodded eagerly, “you want to marry me too?”

“Of course I do,” he admitted shyly, “and I'm going to propose. You'll just have to wait and see when that is. It'll happen but you'll never know when.”

“Until it happens…”

“Until it happens,” he agreed. Eddie held out his hands and motioned for you to shuffle over the center console, “c'mere.”

“We're in the car!”

“Don't care,” he insisted, helping you over and onto his lap, “just wanna be close to you.”

“Even better,” you whispered as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to your lips so you could kiss him. He sighed softly against your lips, his warm and sweet smell overwhelming you in the best ways possible, “I love you so much, Eddie. Thank you for always dealing with me and my shenanigans.”

“I've never dealing with you,” he nudged his nose against yours, “I love every bit of you. Plus I also enjoy all of your so called shenanigans. We just have…adventures. Silly ones, but good ones. and I happen to love Halloween as much as you. It's a win-win for me.”

“For both of us,” you pressed your forehead against his, “do you wanna go inside and put up some of the stuff we got?”

“Yes,” he agreed eagerly, “but I want to enjoy some more of you first.”

“What…oh,” you grinned, “I would very much like that.”

“Let's go then,” he opened the door and gently helped you out of the car, “no time to waste, m'lady.”

“You're such a dork!”

“So are you,” he countered, “but I love you regardless.”

“And I love you, Eddie."

[giveafike]

i need a jealous ben fic NOW‼️

TLDR: just normal girlfriend!fem reader x Ben Shelton until you get hit on...

Word count + info: 5.1k! Whole lotta dialogue (lots of jealous/sassy ben and teasing). Mentions of Carlos Antagonist Alcaraz (NO HATE ALL LOVE! I HAD TO PICK SOMEONE, SORRY DONT CRUCIFY ME) Also, lwky wanted to fight y/n in this, idk stop being a bitch lwky.

Warnings + Content Ahead: SFW, jealous ben, possessiveness, neck kisses mentioned - that's about it!

Azzie Notes ✚: WOAH! NO "PLEASE" ANON??? hehe, I'm kidding, you got it. Made a twt btw (azziegivesafike), find me on there. I'll add anon asks there in my bio if you still want to ask stuff without feeling bad <3 but we can talk and yap over there! spoilers on there too.

When this goes up, i should be wrapping up the next Benny post (NSFW)... so keep an eye out! Halloween special coming out on Halloween too! Sorry for starving u guys for so long, but there's stuff on the way!

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Yours - B.T.S.

It's a perfect day in Monte Carlo. The Mediterranean sun blazes bright over the red clay courts and a salty breeze from the sea drifts in on the warm air. The tournament grounds are buzzing with energy, with players, coaches, and friends milling about. You’re seated in the empty stands, overlooking an outdoor practice court as Ben works through his drills. The clay glows a rich terracotta, and each of Ben’s serves echoes powerfully across the court, every stroke executed with his usual, intense focus. Sweat beads on his brow and neck, tiny rivulets rolling down his face, yet his focus never wavers. His damp curls cling to his forehead as he catches his breath between points, his shirt sticking in faint ripples across his torso. You smile, watching him move, not just admiring his talent but also the way he pours himself into every swing, even for a practice session.

You and Ben have been dating for just over a year, and despite both your schedules, you make time to see him, even if it’s only during practice rounds and training. He’s always been strong, both in his love for you and in his commitment to his sport. Having you there seems to centre him; he stands a little taller, pride filling each swing as he puts on a show to make you smile. You, of course, are always proud of him. You see the work and dedication he brings to everything, especially to you. To him, you’re a calm anchor in a sea of intensity, the one he confides in, his steady rock.

Ben’s love for you feels inevitable. Your humour, your intelligence, and your quiet confidence make you a magnetic presence. You’re not just his girlfriend; you’re his best friend, his advisor, the one who helps him open up. You’re his partner in every sense. However, your natural magnetism does bring on many others, and today was no different.

As Ben finishes a rally, you hear the scuff of trainers approaching. You glance up to see Carlos Alcaraz strolling toward you, hands casually tucked in his pockets, his grin as easy as ever, a small bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey,” he starts, his warm Spanish accent wrapping around the word like a charm. He gestures to the empty seat beside you. “Mind if I join?”

You nod, shifting over slightly. You kept your tone light, you had caught his eye and made small talk before, you weren't one to be starstruck or dazed by now. “Of course, plenty of room, Carlos. How’s your day been?”

Carlos settles in, leaning back with a relaxed sigh. “Just finished my session. This weather’s amazing, a bit warm, no?”

You laugh softly. “It is, isn’t it? I’ve been trying to hide in the shade, I don't know how you tennis players handle the heat.”

Carlos chuckles, casting a look toward Ben as he drills. “Ben’s looking strong out there.”

“He is,” you reply softly, eyes trailing back to Ben with a soft gaze, who, you know, can feel you watching him. Ben's tongue pokes out the side of his mouth as he squats, rocking from one leg to the other as he waits for the next serve, his eyes narrowed across the court. You couldn't help but stifle a small laugh, adoring the image ahead of you.

Carlos leans back, draping his arm casually along the back of your chair, not in a suggestive way but one that feels natural. At least, it doesn't feel like anything. You can't help but notice the closeness but brush it off. Carlos has always been friendly.

“So,” Carlos starts, turning slightly towards you, his dark eyes examining your face, “do you ever get bored watching all this tennis? Being around it every day?” There’s a playful tone to his voice, his dark eyes sparkling.

You laugh lightly, shaking your head as you look back to Carlos. “No, not when it’s Ben. He keeps things interesting and exciting. I love seeing him play”.

Carlos gives you a knowing smile, his eyes holding a hint of mischief, lingering a moment longer than usual. “Ah, yes. Lucky guy,” he says with a grin. “Must be nice to have someone always in your corner.”

“Yeah, I'd like to think so,” you say lightly, shrugging off the comment.

Carlos is charming, but it’s likely just friendly banter. You turn back to Ben, watching as he powers another serve into the clay, the impact sending a cloud of dust into the air. Both you and Carlos take a sharp inhale at the unexpected force of the hit.

You notice Ben’s shoulders tense, his jaw tightening as he catches sight of you watching. He wipes his brow with the back of his hand, and for a moment, his next few shots come off harder than usual, landing dangerously close to the lines, his movements more forceful, even a bit reckless, for a practice session. The ball slams into the ground with a fierce intensity, almost as if he’s competing, trying to prove something. You blink, then shake your head with a small smile. Maybe he’s just having a moment of intense focus.

Carlos clears his throat before returning his eyes to you. “So, will you be staying for long here?” Carlos asks, his tone conversational, yet you feel the conversation lingering on the edge of something more.

“Oh, we’re not sure. Might play it by ear,” you respond, glancing over at him. “How about you?”

“Depends,” he says with a playful shrug. “I may stick around if there’s something interesting keeping me here.”

You giggle politely, assuming he’s talking about tennis, but something in his tone gives you pause. You feel a flicker of unease but push it aside, convincing yourself it’s just your imagination.

Ben, however, is clearly catching on. His next few serves are downright explosive, practically booming throughout the court as the ball hits the clay with an almost competitive edge. When he looks over again, his eyes narrow slightly, his lips pressed into a firm, tight line. His hands are at his sides as he mutters to himself quietly. Between points, he glances your way, brows drawn slightly, muttering to himself just loud enough for you to notice. You catch the faintest pout tugging at his expression like he’s quietly vying for your attention. Between shots, he meets your eyes with a raised brow as if to say, 'Are you watching me?' You stifle a smile and arch an eyebrow back, letting him know you are.

Carlos leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, casually closing the distance a little. “You seem like you’re used to this lifestyle. Like travel, tournaments, attention ..all of it.”

“Yeah, I’ve gotten used to it. It’s a different pace, but I only get to see glimpses of it when I-” you start to say, but your attention is pulled toward Ben, whose movements are starting to change.

Without warning, the ball cracks loudly off his racket, and he sends a blistering forehand down the line with an intensity that seems to echo across the court. His jaw is clenched, his brows furrowed, as he wipes his upper lip with the back of his hand. You blink, momentarily thrown, and struggle to refocus on Carlos, though Ben’s shift in mood has left you a bit unsettled. Is he just having an intense moment of focus, or did something happen to set him off? Whatever it is, his gaze shifts to you more often, dark, narrowed and brooding. You offer a small smile to yourself, more confused than amused, and turn back to Carlos, finishing off where you had left off, though Ben’s presence looms larger than ever.

On the drive back to the hotel, tension sits heavy in the air. Ben tosses his bag into the back seat with more force than necessary, shutting the door a little too hard as he slides into the driver’s seat. You scroll through messages and check in on group chats, but the quiet storm brewing beside you isn’t lost on you. His hands grip the wheel tightly, his jaw is clenched shut, his gaze locked on the road with an intensity that’s hard to ignore. With a sigh, you set your phone on your lap and glance over.

“You know, your forehand was on fire today,” you say, trying to lighten the mood.

He side-eyes you, his tone sassy as his lips pressed in a faint scowl. “Mmm. Sure.”

You raise a brow, undeterred. “Did you enjoy training? You seemed extra… um, focused.”

Ben lets out a sharp exhale, fingers drumming against the steering wheel. “Focused,” he repeats, almost to himself. He’s quiet a moment longer, then shakes his head with a scoff. “Yeah, you could say that.”

You tilt your head, giving him a look. “Alright, spill. What’s up with you?”

Ben’s jaw tenses, and he keeps his eyes forward. “You really didn’t notice?”

“Notice what?”

He kisses his teeth with his tongue, clearly annoyed. “Carlitos,” he says finally, voice clipped. The name practically rolls off his tongue like a curse.

You blink, caught off guard. “Carlos?”

“Yeah. Sitting all close, leaning in, making you laugh,” he grumbles.

“Like he’s some kind of…” He shakes his head, muttering to himself. “Honestly, baby, you couldn’t see through that?”

A small lopsided grin tugs at your lips. “Ben, he was just being friendly.”

“Friendly,” he repeats with a scoff. His voice raises a bit as he glances over to you. “I know exactly what that kind of ‘friendly’ means. That's the kind of 'friendly' I was before I had my hands round you and I-”

"Ben! God, you can't be serious" You stifle a laugh, your jaw dropped as you look at him. Sassy Shelton came out strong today, clearly.

He sighs, running a hand over his face quickly. "Baby, he's not 'friendly'. That’s what he wants you to think. I know guys like him. Hell, I was a guy like him before you gave me a chance. Now he's trying to get your attention-- right in front of me, mind you -- and-”.

“Are you jealous, Ben?”

He gives you a look, eyes narrowed, though the blush creeping up his neck gives him away. “I’m not jealous. Like, the way he was actin’ around you, leanin’ in close, smilin’ too much. He was flirtin’, and you didn’t even notice - I just don’t like seeing some guy try to cozy up to you like that. ” He hesitates, then mutters, “Especially not while I’m right there.”

You chuckle softly, reaching over to place a hand on his arm. “Ben, I think you’re overreacting. Carlos is just... Carlos. It’s nothing.”

Ben shakes his head, still frowning. “You don’t get it. I’ve seen him pull that charm on other girls. He gets all friendly and sweet and cool, but it ain’t just for fun.”

“Well, I’m not other girls,” you say, squeezing his arm gently. “And I’m definitely not interested in anyone else but you.”

He stays quiet for a moment, his jaw working as he chews on your words. Finally, he exhales, his grip loosening slightly on the wheel. “I know… it’s just… I don’t like him thinkin’ he can try somethin’. I didn’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly amused now. "You’re really worked up over this, aren’t you? Were you pouting out there on the court?”

He huffs, looking away, a hint of a smirk breaking through as he rolls his eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

"I wouldn't but here you are, pouting, right in front of me." You tease, your voice lilting as you inch over to his face.

He lets out a deep breath, turning back to the road, his anger melting a bit but still lingering in his words. “I just think he should’ve backed off,” he mutters. “Especially when he knows you're mine".

“Ben, no one’s got my attention like you do. You know that. I'm yours.”

He finally lets out a reluctant smile, though he tries to hide it. “Yeah, well,” he mutters, his tone softer, “good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on sharing.”

The rest of the ride goes by easier as you talk about your own life, people and things, taking Ben's mind off of the court.

Later that evening, as you’re finishing up your skincare routine. The day's events have already faded from your mind, but you know Ben hasn’t completely shaken it off. He’s been quieter than usual since practice ended. Now he’s standing in the doorway, freshly showered, his hair damp, his grey t-shirt hanging loosely on his frame, and pyjama shorts slung low on his hips.

His hands are in his pockets, but his eyes are focused intently on you. He’s got that familiar look, pouty lips, eyes narrowed, the kind of look he gets when he wants to ask something.

You glance at him in the mirror and smile softly. “What’s up?”

Ben doesn’t respond right away. He pushes himself off the doorframe, stepping closer. “So...what did Carlos actually say to you today?” he asks, his voice quiet and soft.

The question catches you a little off guard, surely he can't still be on this. “Carlos?” you echo, frowning slightly. “You mean… earlier, at practice?”

He nods, but there’s no humour in his expression. “Yeah, baby. What’d he say?”

You chuckle softly, turning to face him. “Ben, come on, it was just a friendly chat. It wasn’t like that-”

“I didn’t say it was like that,” Ben cuts in, his voice sharper than usual, his tone still soft as he folds his arms over his broad chest, looking down at your face, almost with pleading eyes. “Just… tell me what he said.”

You hesitate, realising that he’s serious, the playfulness you expected absent. “He was just chatting. You know, we were talking about tennis, the match, practice…” you start, unsure why he’s so worked up. “At one point, he was asking if we, or was it just me? Whatever, asking if we were staying here and I said we haven't decided and then he said something about he might be sticking around. Like, if he found something ‘worthy,’ he’d stay longer or whatever.”

Ben’s jaw clenches, and he shakes his head slowly, bringing a hand up to wipe his face. “Worthy?” he mutters to himself, his expression hardening. His hands are still buried in his pockets, but you can see the tension in his shoulders. “He said that? Like, right to you? Exactly like that?”

You shrug, still not fully understanding why this has him so riled up. “Yeah, but I didn’t think anything of it. He didn’t mean anything-”

“Didn’t mean anything?” Ben interrupts, his voice climbing slightly, his hands waving exasperatedly. He steps closer again, almost looming over you. “He knew what he was sayin’. He knows how he sounds, baby. And you laughed at him.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Wait, you’re mad because I laughed?”

Ben huffs, looking down at you with frustration evident in every line of his body. “No, but babe- I’m mad ‘cause he pulled your attention away from me! You’re there to watch me, not talk to him. But he just slides in there, all smooth, and suddenly you’re caught up in some conversation with him, while I’m bustin’ my ass on court, looking over to see my girl caught my shot only to see some guy leaning over, making eyes at her!”

You bite back a smile at the raw honesty in his voice. He’s not playing games, not teasing, just genuinely upset. “Ben, I wasn’t ignoring you-”

“Well, you weren’t exactly watching me either!” he exclaims, cutting you off again. “I saw you, baby. You weren’t even lookin’ my way.” His voice softens, but it’s filled with frustration, his hand reaching for yours as he holds them, running his thumb over your knuckles. “You’re supposed to be there for me, and he’s over here making you laugh, takin’ your attention like it’s no big deal.”

You sigh, reaching out to rest your hand on his chest, trying to soothe the tension. “Ben, I’m always there for you. He was just making conversation.”

Ben’s eyes narrow and he drops your hands softly. He closes his eyes like he's mulling over everything before he suddenly opens his mouth to mimic Carlos’s voice, clearly irritated. “‘If you find somethin’ worthy, no?’” he says in a poorly executed accent, making you almost burst out laughing. “‘Maybe you’ll stay longer, si?’” He huffs, shaking his head. “What kind of friendly talk is that? He knows what he’s doin’. He talks like that on purpose.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his attempt to copy Carlos, even if you know he’s genuinely upset. “Ben, baby, stop. You’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” Ben stares at you, a pout forming on his lips again. “I’m ridiculous for wantin’ my girl to be there for me? For not likin’ that some other guy’s got your eyes on him when they should be on me?"

Your gaze softens as you look up at him and bring a hand up to his face, your thumb tracing a line along his jaw. “Ben, I was paying attention to you. Maybe not in every single moment, but trust me, you had my attention. You always do.”

He still looks unconvinced, his lips pressing into a tight line. “It didn’t feel like it,” he mutters. “Not when I saw you smilin’ at him. Like, really smilin’. I didn’t like it.”

You let out a soft breath, wrapping your arms around his neck, and pulling him closer. “Ben, I don’t care about Carlos. I only care about you.”

His hands finally find your body again, this time resting on your waist as he looks down at you, his eyes still stormy with frustration. “Yeah, well, he’s smooth, babe. And I don’t like sharing your attention with anyone. Not him. Not anyone.”

“Ben, you never have to. I’m all yours,” you reassure him, smiling as he finally relaxes in your arms, nestling himself into your neck as you feel a small smile against your skin, breaking through his earlier frustration. After a few seconds, he pulls away and stares at you for a long moment, then sighs deeply, the tension slowly leaving his body.

“Yeah… I know,” he mutters, sounding defeated but still a little stubborn.

You press a kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering against his skin. “Why don’t you let me help you relax, huh? Come here.”

He reluctantly follows as you guide him to sit on the vanity stool. His pout is still present, but the frustration is starting to ebb away. You grab one of your serums and start gently applying it to his face, massaging it into his skin. He closes his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh as you work on his stress.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” you tease softly, fingers working in small circles along his jawline.

“Yeah, but you love me,” Ben mumbles, his voice soft, his head leaning into your palm.

You smile, brushing your thumb gently over his cheek. “I do love you. But you’ve gotta stop worrying about Carlos. He’s not worth your time.”

Ben doesn’t say anything for a moment, just lets you continue massaging the cream into his skin, the tension slowly draining from his body. After a while, he murmurs, “You think Carlos would wanna try this skincare routine?”

You roll your eyes, chuckling. “Ben, I don’t care what Carlos would want.”

He cracks a smile, his eyes still closed, clearly pleased with your response. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t wanna share that either.”

You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his lips, his hand finding its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. When you finally pull back, you see a small, content smile on his face.

“Feel better?” you ask gently, running your fingers through his damp curls. You gently place yourself on his lap, both of you sitting in front of the vanity mirror, skin glazed and soft.

“Yeah…” he admits quietly, nuzzling into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. “I just… I just want you all to myself, baby.”

You press another kiss to his forehead, feeling him relax further as you gently play with his hair. “You already have me, silly.”

Ben hums softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he murmurs, “You’re all mine.”

And at that moment, all the jealousy melts away as he buries his face in the crook of your neck once again, smiling softly as your hands work their way through his curls, your touch easing all his frustrations into nothing more than soft, happy sighs and sweet murmurs.

The next day at the court, thinking maybe things have settled. After all, Ben had gotten everything off his chest last night, or so you thought. But the moment you take your seat near the sidelines, you see Carlos already lingering nearby, his eyes lighting up as soon as he spots you. His confident stride brings him over with the same swagger as yesterday, but this time there’s a shift. He’s more deliberate.

“Good morning,” he says, leaning casually on the railing. “Back to watch Ben again, eh?”

You nod, offering a polite smile. “Looking forward to it.” Ben's words and frustrations spin around your head, he wasn't one to overreact or be quick to be jealous, so seeing how upset he was yesterday, you knew this meant a great deal to him. You also felt more suspicious of Carlos, finding lingering undertones in his actions and words.

Carlos leans in, just close enough that you feel a flicker of discomfort. “You know, it must be hard, watching your boyfriend all day in this heat no? You must get so bored. Why don’t you come down to the lounge, we can grab a drink?” His tone is light, but there’s no mistaking the undertone. It’s flirty, persistent, and more than friendly. You can feel it, and it makes you shift in your seat. Ben might've been right to have been so built up about this.

“I’m good, thanks. I'm here for Ben,” your voice firm but still kind. You don’t want to cause a scene, but it’s clear he’s not taking the hint. You look across the court and see Ben shaking his racket a bit, his gaze leaving yours as he stares at the clay under him, his jaw clenched tight.

Carlos chuckles, ignoring the brush-off, his arm lingering along the back of your chair. “One drink can’t hurt, I promise I won’t steal you for too long.”

As he leans closer, you shift in your seat. At that moment, you catch sight of Ben, watching intently from across the court. He’s looking directly at Carlos, his expression sharp. There’s an intensity in his eyes you haven’t seen before, more than competitiveness, it’s protective.

Without hesitation, Ben strides over, his southern drawl thicker than usual. “Carlitos,” he says, each syllable measured, almost mockingly. “She’s with me, man.”

Carlos raises his hands, feigning innocence as he raises his eyebrows and smirks. “Relax, we were only talking.”

“Yeah? Then talk to someone else, she's not interested” Ben replies, his tone leaving no room for debate. Ben steps up onto the ledge, leaning over the rails, facing Carlos eye to eye.

“Alright, no harm. See you around.” Carlos smirks but backs off, tossing a wink your way before he leaves. Ben watches him retreat, his expression firm, his hand gripping the rail. His eyes are still trained on the Spaniard’s back, and you can see the fire in them.

“Ben,” you murmur softly, reaching for his arm, trying to calm him. “I told him I wasn’t interested.”

His gaze softens as he looks down at you. “I saw him, babe. Too close.” His accent draws out each word slowly, his voice still tight with frustration. “I don’t like the way he was lookin’ at you.”

“I handled it,” you say gently, standing up to face him. “And besides, I’m not interested in anyone but you. He was just trying to get under your skin.”

Ben’s gaze softens slightly, but there’s still that protective edge to him. His hand moves to your waist, pulling you a little closer. “I don’t care what he was tryin’ to do. He doesn’t get to talk to you like that. Not when you’re mine.”

You smile softly, resting a hand on his chest, feeling the tension slowly drain from him. “I’ve always been yours, Ben. You don’t have to worry about anyone else.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours for a moment, eyes closing as he exhales a shaky breath. “I know… I just hate seein’ anyone think they can….” His voice trails off, and he sighs, pulling you closer. You can feel his body start to relax, but there’s still an underlying frustration there. His hand tightens on your waist, the rail holding distance between you two and before you can say anything else, he sighs.

“I don’t want you sittin’ there no more,” he mutters, “You’re gonna stay with me.”

It’s not up for debate, he’s made his decision. And honestly, you don’t mind. He helps you come onto the court, holding you tight as he presses a kiss to your temple. Being by Ben’s side feels right, especially when he’s feeling this protective. You settle next to him, his arm draped over your shoulders, as he goes through the rest of his training. “Come on,” he murmurs. “Stay by me on my bench today, baby.”

After practice, Ben takes you to the player lounge. He’s quieter than usual, but you can tell he’s still stewing over Carlos. His leg bounces nervously as he sits beside you, his arm never leaving your waist. The lounge is almost completely silent, but all Ben can focus on is making sure Carlos doesn’t come anywhere near you again.

“Ben,” you say softly with a gentle smile, resting a hand on his bouncing knee, trying to ground him. “It’s over. He’s not gonna try anything. You made yourself clear.”

He lets out a frustrated breath, biting the inside of his cheek. “He better not.”

You tilt your head, watching him with a small smile. “You’re so worked up over this, huh?”

Ben glances at you, his lips tightening for a second before he sighs. “I just….” He trails off again, clearly struggling to find the words. “You’re mine, baby. That's all.”

You bite back a smile at the possessiveness in his voice. It’s extremely rare for Ben to be this openly jealous, but when it happens, it’s kind of adorable. You lean closer, your fingers brushing over the curls at the nape of his neck. “You don’t need to get all worked up. I only have eyes for one man.”

His body visibly relaxes at your words, the tension in his shoulders easing as you play with his hair. Ben’s cheeks flush slightly at the softness of your touch, and his eyes flicker to yours.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.

“Yeah,” you whisper back, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth softly. “Only you, Ben.”

For a moment, he just stares at you, a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips before it breaks into that gummy smile you know and love, his cheeks tinting a slight shade of pink. His hand comes up to cup your cheek gently, and he leans into the kiss, pressing his lips against yours in a way that’s sweet and slow. It’s like he’s pouring all of his emotions into that one moment, letting go of all the tension that’s been building up.

After Ben pulls back from the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, you smile and gently run your fingers through his curls. He looks so at peace, the tension from earlier melting away, but you can’t resist teasing him a little.

“I didn’t know you could get so jealous,” you say with a playful grin.

Ben huffs a soft laugh, his eyes narrowing playfully as his cheeks flush. “I wasn’t that jealous,” he mumbles, but the way he bites his lower lip, the slight embarrassment in his voice, tells you otherwise.

“Oh really?” You arch a brow, leaning in closer so your lips brush the shell of his ear. “You didn’t sound jealous at all when you called him ‘Carlitos,’ like you were ready to throw him onto the court.”

Ben's blush deepens, and he buries his face in your neck, hiding his smile as you giggle. “Okay, maybe a little jealous,” he admits, his voice muffled against your skin. “But I don’t like guys like him hangin’ around you.”

You laugh softly, your fingers still toying with his curls as he nuzzles deeper into your neck, clearly flustered. “You’re so possessive, Ben,” you tease, your voice warm and affectionate. “It’s kind of cute.”

At that, Ben lets out a breathy, almost bashful chuckle, his lips brushing against your neck as he tries to stifle his own laughter. “Stop,” he mumbles, the smile evident in his voice. “You’re gonna make me blush even more.”

You tilt your head slightly, giving him better access to your neck, and he takes the invitation, pressing the softest, sweetest kisses against your skin. His lips linger there, warm and tender, as his arms wrap tighter around your waist. You feel his breath hitch as he tries not to laugh again, but his amusement bubbles up, and he giggles softly against your neck.

The sound makes your heart melt. Seeing Ben, so often confident and fiery, acting like this, soft, almost giddy in your arms, is a side of him that you absolutely adore and could never take for granted. You smile, feeling his giggles vibrate against your skin as his face stays tucked into your neck, hiding the full blush on his cheeks.

“Who knew the big, tough Ben Shelton could be so shy,” you tease gently, kissing the top of his head.

“Only around you,” he murmurs, his voice low but filled with affection as he pulls you even closer. His lips graze your neck again, lingering longer this time, and you can feel the smile still tugging at his lips.

He nuzzles further into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady now, no longer trying to hide his soft laughter. “I guess I do get a little jealous,” he finally admits, his voice quieter now. “I just don’t want anyone else thinkin’ they can have what’s mine.”

You smile and lean your head against his, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I’m always yours, Ben,” you whisper softly.

His body relaxes even more at your words, and he lets out a contented sigh. “Good,” he murmurs, still nestled into your neck, his face still rosy but his heart at ease. “Because I’m not lettin’ go.”

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In Every Mask, I See You

Bucky was in DC on Halloween. Which sucked because he'd promised Cass he'd help with the werewolf costume and all the bloody makeup. He'd gotten two sets of sad Wilson eyes when he'd face timed to let him know--from Cass and Sarah, which he hadn't understood until a few hours ago when he'd seen Sam posting about being home to take the boys trick-or-treating that year. Sarah had totally conspired to get them in the same house at the same time.

What doubly sucked was that the whole reason he was in DC and not down at a neighborhood party, watching Halloween projected on someone's garage door and stealing candy from the boys, was a super important meeting, which had ended up being canceled an hour beforehand. He hated this job.

The house he bought--and pretended like he didn't share with Sam when they were not both in DC at the same time--was in a nice enough neighborhood and the sounds of kids shrieking and laughing had started up well before dark. Bucky didn't have a costume or a kid or even a dog to justify wandering around outside, but he couldn't help himself. His chest literally ached with missing Cass and AJ, and it's not like he really wanted to stay in and watch horror movies by himself.

He threw on a baseball cap (even though his neighbors knew Bucky Barnes lived in the neighborhood) and put on a shirt with the shield on it and a jacket. It had been getting a little cooler in the evenings and he didn't want to draw more attention to himself than was necessary by flashing the metal around. Besides, he was not in the mood to hear any how the colors weren't right or the plates didn't align or whatever other inane thing people could critique a Winter Soldier costume for.

He had expected the usual fare of costumes--ghosts and zombies and princesses and whatever teenagers passed off as costumes nowadays. He had not been expecting to open his door and immediately see Captain America running down the street, shield jostling on his little back.

There were so many Sams. There were plenty of other heroes too-- Captain Marvel, Bishop and Khan, Thor, the spider kid. But by and large, Captain America had the run of the night. There were babies in shield themed onesies and kids in bought costumes and adults in fancier handmade ones. Boys, girls, young, old, all decked out in Sam's white outfit or the sleek, new, darker one he'd been wearing recently. All of the wings were pretty priceless. Everyone was trying to take off in flight.

It was a little disorienting, actually. Since Bucky had been assigned to the whole Thunderbolts bullshit and Sam had had to take on whatever fresh hell Ross concocted, they hadn't seen much of each other. Bucky had fucked that up. He usually did. It was complicated. It was stupid. He was stupid. And none of it was fair. Especially not to Sam, but not to him either when he was reminded of how good and noble and wonderful and inspiring Sam was by a hundred people in his neighborhood. He hadn't been able to so much as look at or smell or even hug Sam in months and now he was completely overwhelmed with Sam and people's love of him.

Someone tapped Bucky's hip while he stood at an intersection and greatly debated going home and going to bed. Night had fallen, but there were enough streetlights, car lights, and patio lights illuminating houses doing far more than they needed to for trick-or-treating to keep visibility fairly high. Bucky turned and found yet another Sam staring up at him. The kid couldn't have been even ten yet and he looked just about on the verge of tears, big dark eyes shining.

"Hey, Cap," Bucky greeted and then felt like he was on the verge of tears too.

"I lost my Bucky!" the kid cried and then plastered himself to Bucky's leg, just about taking out his knee in the process. "I don't know where I am!"

"Woah, woah, hey," Bucky babbled while he freed his leg and squatted down in front of him. "It's alright. We'll find him together, okay? That's what Cap and Bucky do best. Work together. Do you live in this neighborhood?"

The boy looked at him again, tiny fingers twisting in Bucky's jacket sleeve fretfully. "I'm not supposed to tell strangers where I live."

Fair enough, but deeply unhelpful. "You know me," Bucky cajoled. "I'm Bucky. I'm Captain America's best friend right? If you want, I can call him and you can tell him where you live." And wouldn't Sam love that. Bucky using a lost kid as an excuse to call. But desperate times and all that.

The boy's eyes alit for a split second before his whole face shuttered in embarrassment. "No! I don't want Captain America to know I'm lost." He let go of Bucky's sleeve only long enough for it to unwind so he could twist it in the other direction. "I live on Oak Drive. But we weren't anywhere near my house."

"Well, do you know where you last saw your Bucky?" Bucky asked. "This is Magnolia Lane.

Captain America's lips trembled. "No. There was a big Frankenstein in the yard."

Bucky had not seen a big Frankenstein yet this evening. "Hey, buddy, can I see your shield for a second?" he asked.

It was hurriedly handed off and Bucky checked down the back of it and across the straps until he found a piece of masking tape with a sharpie'd phone number on it. He grinned, pleased with himself. Sarah had done the same thing a few years ago when AJ had been Sam.

"Is this your mom's number?" he asked, looking up at the boy, whose eyes went wide.

"Oh! Yeah!"

"Is she with your friend?"

"Yeah! Can you call her?"

Bucky could do that. "C'mere, little bird," he said, holding his arm out so he could lift the boy when he stood and hold him on his hip. "You can have this back," he added, handing off the shield. "Go ahead and tell me what that number is." He pulled out his phone and typed in the number as Cap read it off to him.

The line barely rang once before a worried voice answered, "Andre?"

"Uh," Bucky said unhelpfully. "Is your name Andre?" he asked the Captain America pinching the corner of his jacket collar now. The boy nodded. "Yeah, this is Bucky Barnes. I've got your Captain Andre," Bucky said. "He was helping me cross the road. Real Captain America stuff. Helping an old guy out. Can I return the favor and help him back to you? We're at Magnolia and Deer Ridge."

The mother on the other end of the line told Bucky where she was without nearly as much babbling as Bucky had provided. They were only one street over from each other. Bucky let himself be thankful for that, especially when Andre started to explain to Bucky why he was Captain America and his friend, Dylan, was Bucky. It did not seem to matter that it was Bucky holding him when it came time to explain that Andre was the better action star, but don't tell Dylan. Also Dylan had blue eyes.

"Dre?!" someone called before Bucky had spotted a worried mom. Then yet another little guy was trying to take Bucky off of his feet by way of his knees.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Bucky cried, putting a hand down to slow down the racing kid. He let himself glance over the Winter Soldier costume. It had had the silver arm, but someone had gone in and tried to recolor it. Which was kind of cute. "I'm gonna drop Cap. His wings are faulty right now."

The tiny Winter Soldier stared up at him, a hard set to his jaw that was kind of familiar. He could understand how he got relegated to playing Bucky. "Don't. Are you okay?" Dylan asked.

Bucky almost responded, but Andre, reasonably, beat him to it. "Yeah. I found another Bucky," he said. He let go of Bucky's collar and hopped out of Bucky's hold when he was close enough to the ground as Bucky squatted down again.

Dylan put his hand on Andre's shoulder solemnly, then they tucked into a half hug that quickly turned into a brawl when Dylan tried to snatch the shield away.

Bucky kept half an eye on them, ready to pull them back from the street, even though it seemed like this street had been blocked off for traffic. When a woman hurried over, he felt some of his anxiety bleed out of his shoulders, but a new wave of social anxiety took its place.

"Thank you!" she sighed as she caught up to the boys and stood a few steps from Bucky. She was younger than he was expecting and dressed like a 50s ad. He could see Andre's features in her face plainly. She took a second to look over him and her eyebrows rose a little. "Oh, wow, you're actually Bucky Barnes. I thought you meant you were dressed up."

Bucky scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah. He recognized me, so I guess I was safe enough to ask for help."

"Yeah. It's kind of weird to be able to tell your kids they can ask superheroes for help if they need. Got any sugar I can borrow, neighbor?" she joked, then cringed at herself. "Is, uh, Cap around?"

"Oh, uh, no," Bucky admitted, cheeks reddening. People still expected them to be connected at the hip, even though they were never in the house together. They were never together at all anymore. "He's with his family down south."

"Why aren't you too then?" she asked.

Bucky's cheeks warmed even more. He could feel it scorching down to the bone. "Well it's his family, y'know. And I had to work, so. "

The woman's brows knit towards each other a little. She looked over at the boys still roughhousing with the plastic shield. "You know, they'd call each other family," she said slowly, measuring her words. "Those two are such a handful. They'd rather be in trouble together than out of trouble alone. They get antsy if they can't see each other."

Bucky snorted. "Yeah, I know how that goes."

She shrugged. "I'm just saying, I can guarantee Dre was more concerned with getting back to Dylan than to me."

"Well, Cap shouldn't be without his Bucky," Bucky said before the words actually sank in. The blush erupted into flames. He needed to go climb a tree and sit in it for a few days.

"Yeah," she agreed with a grin. "I think that's right. Boys!" she called. The roughhousing calmed and they both turned to look at her expectantly. More candy imminent in their future. "Would you mind a picture?" she asked Bucky.

"No," Bucky said quickly. "I love taking pictures with celebrities," he said louder for the boys to hear.

They beamed at each other, ran over in a race, and attached to his knees again.

Once the pictures were taken care of--Bucky even asked for one on his phone--he retreated from the thick of the party, towards a house with all of its lights cut and the only decorations ghosts drifting in the breeze on invisible strings. He pulled out his phone, faced the tree trunk, and dialed Sam's number.

He wasn't exactly surprised when Sam didn't answer. Kind of disappointed. Kind of relieved. When the answering machine picked up, he took in a shaky breath and said, "Hey, Sammy, it's Buck," exactly the way he knew Sam would make fun of him for. What else is the Caller ID for, Buck? "I just wanted to say I miss you. Like, so much. I don't... I don't wanna be doing this without you. I kind of hate it without you, actually. I've always hated it. You know that. But with you, it means something. I felt like I was doing the right thing if you were next to me. But now I don't have that and it feels bad. Everything is bad and wrong and I just miss you so much. God, it's so obvious Buckys shouldn't be without their Caps and I'm the first example of that. The worst example. I don't even wanna watch scary mov--"

The machine cut him off and he dialed Sam's number again instantly. It went to voicemail again, but it rang all the way through, so it's not likely Sam was ignoring him. It was much more likely he'd turned the noise off on his phone to focus on the boys.

"How come spam calls can leave ten minute voicemails but I barely get two minutes, huh?" he asked Sam's voicemail when it clicked through. "Listen, I just want to say it again. I miss you. And when you feel up for it, call me back. Maybe I can dig myself out of this one. I just need to come home to you again. Love you. I mean...shit. Just. Whatever. Miss you, Sam."

Bucky really considered climbing the tree. But it wasn't his tree. He beelined back for his house (there was a giant Frankenstein on Moss Lane that he had to pass again). He'd never been so happy to close the door and block out most of the noise of the neighborhood.

By the time he was dragging himself into bed half an hour later, a text buzzed in. He opened it as he plugged in his phone. It was a picture of Sam, surrounded by about as many Captains America as Bucky had seen, and a fair few Winter Soldiers too.

You're grumpy at every age, btw.

Okay, yeah, I miss you too.

You in DC? I'll see you soon.

Like tomorrow.

Love you too, old man.

Bucky let out a long breath and dropped himself across the bed. Finally, whoever he had been pretending to be fell off of him, like a bad mask. Bucky Barnes settled back into his bones.

How'd the werewolf turn out? What did AJ decide to do this year? He hadn't picked last time I called.

Hey, when you get home, do you wanna call? We can watch that new witch demon haunted house movie on Netflix together.

And maybe he did thrill when a text came in almost immediately. And he answered immediately again.

"Trick or treat?" Sam asked later that night, both of them half asleep on their respective couches, another shitty horror movie starting up on the autoplay.

"Treat," Bucky answered into the throw pillow Sam had bought.

"I still miss you."

"What was the trick?"

"I dunno. Making you fall asleep finally. What would your trick be?"

"Probably making you fall in love with me."

"I dunno, Buck. Seems like a lot of people dig us being together. Can't be such a bad idea."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed. "Buckys belong with their Cap. I dunno how I messed that one up so damn bad."

"Yeah, I think Cap needs his Bucky too," Sam laughed.

"Trick or treat, Sam?"

"Treat."

"I love you."

And if Sam answered, Bucky didn't hear it as he fell asleep easy to the sound of Sam's breathing.

[gouraminnow]

No Rest for the Wicked

(Slasher AU | SFW | Yandere Sabo x Reader x Yandere Koala)

You're a goth student at a small university, and end up the victim of a Halloween prank gone wrong. Luckily, the Grad Student Instructor and his partner are awfully eager to help you out.

Haven't written for fun in 4+ years and what was meant to be my silly little Halloween debut oneshot became a 6871 word monster. This is the first part of at least three, things get sketchy as we go :') Gender neutral, but Reader is meant to be goth so there are mentions of corsets and makeup. Still kept the appearance vague bc I kept thinking of the My Immortal opener whenever I started describing outfits </3

TW for: Reader injury/head trauma, bullying uuhhhhhhhhhhh the length of this damn thing. Sorry if your name is Emily. Lmk if I missed anything

You don't like Halloween much, anymore.

Granted, you dressed like it was Halloween every day, but that had always been the case. Leather, carhartt, ripped skirts and jeans, and layer upon layer of black fabric was how you liked to roll. Sometimes a corset if you felt up to it. And eclectic jewelry, because of course. You went to college somewhere small, where that sort of thing was really only seen on TV or grimy band posters. Your style alienated you but you weren’t willing to compromise, so you spent a lot of time alone. This didn’t help the general impression your peers had of you.

So you really should have questioned it when Emily, a sorority girl, suddenly started to try and befriend you. She just sat herself next to you in the library one day and introduced herself. It was strange, but you were strange too, and you didn’t want to judge based on looks. So you accepted it- and soon you struck up an awkward, but nice friendship.

You liked it.

She got you to watch one of her archetypal chick flicks, and you got her to watch a horror movie. You picked a tame one, but it still freaked her out, so you said she never had to watch those with you again. You helped her study, went to the mall, even managed to win some radio lottery for tickets to a band you didn’t care about but she adored. You didn’t end up going, but you gave the three tickets to Emily, who went with two other friends.

And then October came. And you were invited to the yearly Halloween party, at some rich guy’s house out in the woods somewhere. You thought it would be great, your everyday attire was already suitable- but you went the extra mile. You hadn’t been invited to a party like this before. You were surprised you found yourself excited to go in the first place.

And at first, it was fun. Emily gave you a ride- her costume was some cheap, bloody nurse’s dress. “I feel kinda lame standing next to you,” she had said, looking at your black platform boots, torn stockings, corset, and tastefully unbuttoned top. You had eyeball earrings and various chains around your neck and waist, and of course you’d painted your nails black. You had laughed.

“Hey, I could lend you some pieces if you want. It would be nice to not be the only freak.” It was her turn to laugh. 

A little too hard, you thought, but pushed it to the back of your mind.

When you arrived at the house- a gorgeous, three-story place with a wraparound porch and a 2nd floor balcony with a staircase down into the side yard and a fortune in kitschy Halloween decorations like face webs, blood, and plenty of jack-o-lanterns of course- you could hear how loud everything was before Emily even cut the engine. She turned to you- bleached tresses catching what little light there was. “Are you nervous?” She asked, voice giddy with excitement.

“Y-yeah,” You confessed, chuckling nervously. “I don’t think I’ve been to a party since I was a kid,” you muse. You’re both quiet, for a moment. “Thank you, by the way. Not just for the party invite, but uh- the everything. It’s been nice.” Your voice is soft. Looking back, the earnestness you’d shown her makes you nauseous. She had smiled at you.

“Aw, don’t get sappy on me now. You’re my lucky charm! I couldn’t get into that concert without you!”

Your memories after that were fuzzy. You remembered the crisp night air as you crossed the lawn with Emily. You remembered the way the warmth and light of the house and enveloped you when you stepped inside. You remembered everybody staring as soon as you walked in, and the pleasant burn of whatever alcohol you had been offered- you remembered idle chatter but nothing specific-

And you remembered the costume contest Emily had urged you to participate in. You tried to say you weren’t exactly in costume, just ambiguously goth. Lots of other weak arguments too, but she insisted. You remembered that. How insistent she was. How she said this was your chance to leave your little shell and open up. That everyone there would love you. Their makeshift stage sat beneath an indoor balcony, and you’d thought it was just so party-goers on the second floor could see. A wooden table with a number of goofy props had been set off to the side. You had stood there, before a sea of drunk faces, and in the blink of an eye-

Cold

Wet

Sticky

A sharp, quick strike to the top of your head.

And then you woke up gasping, sobbing, a splitting pain in your skull and oh god, oh god oh god- Blood. So much of it. Covering you, covering the floor, and a strangled, warbling shriek clawed its way up and out of your throat- was it yours?! Was all of this- all of it yours?! 

You’re- you’re dying.

Overlapping voices, Emily- “B-but it’s a joke! It w-was just a joke, wait-!”

Everything’s blurry, but there’s so much violent, viscous red, you’re dying.

You sob, trying to lurch to your feet, but someone stops you- 

It’s loud. It’s so fucking loud and it hurts. Everything is blurry and bright and the screaming- you can’t process any of it- two figures in blue with tophats sit in front of you, saying something, but you don’t understand. They reach for you- both at once, and you scramble backwards into someone else- hands on your shoulders, trying to gently push you down. 

Everything from then on was a whirl of pain and color and sound- no Emily. No… anybody that you could recognize. You’re lifted by the blue figures- carried through a parting crowd, into the cold sting of the night air, and into the wrong car.

“No, no,” You tried to say- this wasn’t your ride, this isn’t how you got here, but your voice didn’t feel right in your skull and it scared you, so you stopped. You end up in the backseat with the blue men, another figure driving. Was that the one you backed into?

“-you hear me?” The blue men say. It sounds like you’re underwater.

“H-huh wha- what?” You offer pathetically. 

“Okay, good, that’s an actual word out of them,” A woman’s voice says from the front.

“Pretty slurred though,” The blue men respond, holding up their overlapping gloved hands and pointing four fingers skyward. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He asks you.

“Y-you’ve both guh-got four,” you say, leaning back with a whimper. Speaking hurts your head. You hear the men swear.

“Okay. A lot less good,” the woman upfront says. “Keep them awake, Sabo.”

“Yes, I know the drill,” the brothers(?) say, before turning back to you.

“You twins?” You whisper out, and get a light huff in response.

“You’re in shock,” they tell you gently. “It’s going to be alright, though. Can you tell me your name and birthday?”

You squint, stumbling through the answers to various questions. You’re slow- each word reverberating through your skull, rattling your teeth and adding to the pressure behind your eyes. But it does keep you awake until they get you to the hospital.

-

You woke up in a dimmed hospital room, all dull grays and white. Two people in well-made (but now bloodied) steampunk costumes sitting in chairs at your bedside. A blonde man with a blue vest and black coat, leaning on the shoulder of a smaller, ginger woman in pink, who’s reading a book. You can’t make out the title, your vision is still a bit blurry.

“Hello..?” You croak out, earning a jump from the woman before you. You squint. You think her eyes might be green.

“Oh good, you’re awake! How do you feel?” She asks softly.

“Um, bad,” you rasp. God, you feel awful. Worse than any hangover you’d ever had. “Who are you..? What… happened?” You ask, voice trailing into a scratchy whisper.

You hear her sigh softly. You wish you could tell what kind of face she was making. “My name’s Koala. My partner Sabo and I brought you here after an… accident.” She pauses, for something- you aren’t sure what. A dull pulse throbs in your head. “Do you… remember anything?”

You squint. “Um… Emily was t-taking me to a… party. I was at a party.” God, your head hurts. Just thinking about the loud music and overlapping voices makes you nauseous, and you groan. “Koala… Sabo… heard those, somewhere…” Maybe you’d met- maybe they just said their names while you were out of it. And it’s hard to tell if someone’s familiar when they just look like fuzzy shapes to you.

“It’s okay, take your time. You’ve… had a rough night. Oh- I should probably call the nurse, hold on.” You see her reach for something, and hear the soft click of a button. Then she turns to her side, shaking the figure leaning on her shoulder. “Sabo- Sabo, get up idiot, they’re awake,” she hisses, the warmth she addressed you with now replaced with irritation. The man, Sabo, sighs, sitting up with a groan. He stretches, earning a flinch from you when his back cracks loudly.

“Ah, that’s good to hear,” a gentle, sleepy voice intones, and even with the blur in your vision you can see his grin. “How are you feeling?”

“... Bad.” You repeat, earning a snort from Koala. “Weren’t there three people with me..?”

“Ah… no, you are… quite concussed, my friend.”

“Oh…” you pause, trying to focus on the fuzzy folk before you, but it’s useless. “I’ve… heard of you before, I think…”

A soft chuckle bubbles out of the man’s chest. “We’ve spoken a few times. I’m a grad student instructor, and Koala’s my partner. Does that ring a bell..?” The concerned lilt in his voice is soothing.

“I… think so…”

“Well, no need to worry about it,” Koala pipes up, crossing her arms. “You’ve got plenty of time to get your bearings.”

Shortly after that, a nurse arrived, and you went through a standard physical exam. Your reflexes were a bit slow and your vision wasn’t great, but you were far more coherent. You were exhausted though, arms trembling after just drinking a little bit of water.

The two had to gently break the news that you had been a setup, deliberately lured to that party so you could be pranked Carrie style with a bucket of fake blood. Except the bucket itself was rather heavy, striking you on the head and making you fall just right, resulting in you bashing your head once more against that stupid prop table. The woman, Koala, told you that you’d been unconscious for around ten seconds, give or take. They had rushed to your side, the room silent, until you woke up and screamed.

It was bad. Sabo and Koala both worked to get your jewelry off you, since you’d likely need an x-ray- but the biggest issue was that the fake blood dumped on you made it hard to tell where the real injury was, and how much real blood you were losing. The workers had to clean you up and your entire outfit was ruined. Your family was called, but they lived out of state and couldn’t make it to you. The hospital kept you for a few more hours, running tests and making sure there were no further complications- your benevolent saviors remaining with you the whole time. That part gave you pause. You didn’t think strangers were even allowed to do that, but you didn’t mention it. You felt wrong questioning these people.

The nurse was a kind but stern woman, making sure to speak very clearly for you. “Alright, sweetheart, here’s how this is gonna work. You clearly can’t drive, but luckily your friends here can. Once you’re home, you need to be supervised for at least three days. We’re giving you the good stuff, for pain- take one every 4-6 hours, as needed.”

“O-oh, that’s okay,” you stammer. Supervision? You live alone in a single-person dorm room. “I c-can… manage on my own, none of that is hard,” you try to assure her, despite how wrong it still felt just to talk. Your mouth doesn’t feel like it was yours, the delay between thought, intention, and execution of speech unsettling. The nurse clearly isn’t impressed, either.

“No. This is a head wound. If you have nobody to look after you, we will not discharge you.” 

“Well, I suppose that’s where we come in. We’re already driving you home, aren’t we?” Sabo gently pipes up.

And that’s how you find yourself pushed out to the car in a wheelchair. A little excessive, you think, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the idea of just how much these strangers- well, acquaintances, you suppose- are doing for you. When Sabo opened the door for you, you winced, seeing the dark, sticky mess you had left in his backseat. “I’m sorry about b-bleeding all over your car,” you mumble, but he waves you off. 

“Please, don’t worry yourself over something like that,” he chides. “Most of that isn't even real, anyway. I can get it cleaned, it’s alright. Let’s get you home, okay?” He says, ushering you into the clean side of the backseat. 

-

The three of you stand in front of the door to your tiny dorm room, you leaning heavily on Sabo while you struggle with your keys. He has an arm around your waist to steady you, but you still feel like you’re gonna tip over. At least it’s too early for any other students to see you- most of them are still probably sleeping off whatever parties they went through. The splitting ache in your skull made you wish the same. After a good twenty seconds of struggling with the rusted lock of your front door, Koala sighs, taking the keys from you and doing it herself in one smooth motion. You can’t help but deflate a little bit. You’re ushered inside the little space, a twin sized bed across from a couch and a single window between them. You’ve got a crappy old wardrobe that houses the clothes you wear most often, while the rest is kept in a bin that normally lay beneath your bed- but with a shaky sigh, you take in the sight of it pulled out into the open from when you had been excitedly planning your outfit last night. Dark, cobwebby drapings of tattered cloth and worn leather, both faux and authentic, haphazardly scattered about.

You set down the plastic bag your soaked clothes had been placed in, sinking to your knees with the intention of packing things up, but a hand on your shoulder stops you.

“Just leave it for now,” says Sabo, voice soft as ever. “We can get that for you later. Why don't you just lie down, hmm?” Warm gloved hands guide you to your bed, and you sigh as you sink into the comforter.

Your two guests look around your room, and you suddenly flush. Your walls are littered with flyers, artwork, band and movie posters, the latter of which are mostly pulpy horror flicks. You haven't had anyone in here in ages except-

Emily.

Your stomach lurches. You'd somehow managed not to think about her.

Koala turns to you, about to say something, but stops when she sees the tears welling up in your eyes. You don’t want to break down in front of these people. You curl in on yourself, wiping your tears frantically, willing yourself not to start bawling. Sabo and Koala are muttering something to each other, but you can’t make it out. “Sorry…” You mutter, voice thick and wobbly. “You two have, um- thank you. I’m sorry about all this. Probably not how you wanted to spend your Halloween.”

“Oh none of that now,” chides Sabo, who has made himself at home on your couch. “It certainly wasn’t part of our plan- Ow!” He winces when Koala elbows him in the ribs. “As I was saying, some things are a bit more important than crashing a party. And I’m sure you didn’t plan on having your head cracked open, so don’t talk like it’s your fault.” 

“Th… thank you. Really. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” They’re so… nice to you. It feels different from Emily, in a way you can’t quite articulate. Something about them just makes you feel relaxed and at ease… part of that could also be the exhaustion seeping into your bones, like water being soaked up by a thick blanket of cotton. “But what happens now..? Are you really gonna… babysit me for three days? Don’t you two have things to do? Besides, this place is tiny.”

You feel a dip in the mattress as Koala comes to sit by you, and it makes your head spin for a second. “We definitely have a few calls to make,” she sighs. “But your couch is perfectly fine- and Sabo can take the floor, because he’s such a gentleman, isn’t he?” The sly lilt has you giggling, and Sabo just huffs, taking the playful jab in stride.

“Naturally,” he tells her, and you think he might have winked.

You yawn, eyelids fluttering. “That’s… still not great. Seriously, th-this place… kind of sucks. I don’t even have a kitchen in here…”

That seems to give them pause. Koala hums. “Well… Sabo’s place has a couple guest rooms, but sometimes his brothers stay there too…”

“Wait, n-no, I c-can’t just um, intrude like that-!”

Your guests share a look. You wish you could tell what kind. “Well, we’re not leaving you here alone. It’s just not an option.” Koala asserts. You open your mouth to protest, but Sabo beats you to it.

“Look, I know we aren’t close, and this is all… very sudden. You don’t know us very well, it’s weird to stay at a stranger’s house. But…” He rubs the back of his neck. “There’s a good chance you could hurt yourself. And I wouldn’t be a very good GSI if you missed Professor Silver’s lecture next week because I left you alone.” You snort, then wince at the bolt of pain that shoots through your muddled head. “A lot has happened to you in the past twelve hours. This isn’t ideal for anyone, believe me- but we’re worried about you.”

You should have had more questions, honestly- but oversights abound when one has a traumatic brain injury. Sabo steps out to make a call, and Koala helps you pack an overnight bag. A couple changes of casual, comfortable clothes- mostly black, of course. And you finally change out of the off-white spares provided by the hospital, from loose thin overshirt and pants to some pajamas with a sweater thrown over it. Nothing particularly interesting but unfortunately, you had more pressing concerns. Sabo comes back in shortly after, nodding to his partner.

This time, instead of helping you hobble your way back down to the parking lot, Sabo just picks you up. You sputter, but he just hushes you, and Koala locks the door behind you all with your black coffin-shaped backpack slung over her shoulder.

That thing rules, you think to yourself, allowing your body to relax against Sabo. Your cheek squishes against his chest, and you catch a faint scent- the sweet, chemical tang of the fake slop that was dumped on you. Despite your discomfort, you quickly find it hard to keep yourself awake. You’re in the hallway- early morning sunlight casting a golden glow through the old dorm building. Your eyes flutter shut- then back open- you’re in the parking lot, and Koala is shuffling around in the backseat. When she moves away, you see that an old, ratty, dark brown blanket has been draped over the recently stained polyester. You hum as Sabo buckles you in, then gently lays you down, adjusting the seatbelt so it doesn’t bite into you uncomfortably.

“Poor thing,” you hear Koala coo. “So, you’re sure it was him? And what did everyone say about rescheduling..?” She continues as you drift off.

-

You wake up with a groan, in an unfamiliar room. The walls are a pleasant tawny color, with one cream accent wall. You’ve been tucked in underneath a comforter topped with a quilt- the scattered geometric pattern comprised of black, white, and shades of gray. It brings a smile to your face, that they went through the trouble of finding you a quilt that matched your aesthetic. You sit up slowly, groaning at the throbbing ache in your head. You blink, smacking your lips, trying to get rid of the dry, scratchy feeling in your throat. Turning to the right, there’s a bedside table- a glass of water and one of your pills left out for you, along with a small note. They’ve also been kind enough to plug your phone in for you. Extending a trembling hand, you pick up the little scrap of paper and squint at the clean, rounded handwriting.

Sabo will be back later, he’s running some errands. If you wake up before I come check on you, please take the pill I left out. I’m in the living room, which is down the hall to your right if you need anything. - Koala

You sniff, placing the note down and doing as instructed. You wince at the feeling of the sizable white pill catching on the inside of your throat on the way down, even with the water. Rubbing your throat you reach for your phone without a thought, and-

The first thing you do is wince when the light of the screen meets your eyes. When the blurriness subsides a little, you blink away the not-quite-tears of eyestrain to find 24 missed calls, and 99+ messages, the unlock screen preview shows you. You grimace, turning your attention to the time. A little over half past one, November 1st. You take a deep breath. You don’t want to think about all this. At least not alone.

You stumble to your feet to go find Koala like the note said, but you don’t really need to. She hears your door open, and comes to fetch you herself and guide you to the leather sofa. You sit sideways, with your feet up on the cushions. You’re trying to take in your surroundings when a folded knit blanket is plopped onto your lap, and she sits down with you with her knees up to her chest. You take a moment to relax, kneading the soft, blue fibers in your tired hands. “... Hi,” you rasp, then clear your throat. “Uh… this is a nice place. Thanks for letting me stay…”

“Mmm. Don’t mention it. Wasn’t really up to you, anyway.” The woman tilts her head slightly, regarding you. “... Are you feeling any better? I’m guessing you read the note?”

“Yeah, I did. And I’m mostly just… tired and sore, now. I was worried I’d be nauseous, but I’m not, so… that’s nice.”

“That is good,” she agrees, “We were a little worried you’d have trouble eating.”

“Mmmhmm.” You’re both quiet for a moment. Koala has changed into something more casual as well- a sky blue sweater that looks too big on her and loose reddish brown pants. You unfold the blanket she gave you, sighing. “Um… so, should I inform the school somehow-”

“Sabo is speaking to the faculty on your behalf, so don’t worry about that.” She has a… blunt way of speaking that sometimes takes you off guard, but you’re getting used to it quickly. Overall she’s nice. “That girl-” she spits, and you can make out a grimace- “Emily, she blew up Sabo’s school email when you didn’t answer her.”

“Oh.” You breathe. “What… did she say..?”

You hear Koala inhale, hear her start to say something, but she looks at you and pauses for a moment. Then she sighs and shakes her head, shoulders slumping. “It’s not important. Don’t worry about her.” Your brows furrow a little bit. You think that if it’s about you, you should get to know, but whatever.

“... Anything she’s got to say is probably already on my phone, anyway,” you groan, pressing your palms against your eyes. 

“I thought as much,” she mumbles bitterly. “Well, listen- I’m sure your family should hear from you directly at some point today. Do you feel up to that?”

“... I don’t know.”

“Fair enough. The hospital was sure to mention that you’re stable when they contacted your parents, so at least they aren’t completely in the dark.” There’s another silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. Or maybe your head is still too muddled to feel awkward. You find yourself wishing you’d had a chance to meet under better circumstances, though, rather than ending up as a burden to these two. “Well…” she starts, “do you like tea? I know Sabo usually keeps a couple different kinds in the house.”

You nod, a soft smile quirking the corners of your mouth upwards. “Thank you, that sounds lovely,” you say, absentmindedly reaching up to trace the stitches in your head, only for Koala to lurch forward to slap your hand away.

“Don’t touch it, idiot! It’ll get worse!” She scolds you, but it doesn’t feel mean-spirited. You gingerly lower your hand and sit on it, earning a snort from her. “If that’s what it takes,” she quips, a smile in her voice. She stands, stretches, and settles with her hands on her hips. “Can I trust you not to start prying your stitches out if I leave to go put some water on?”

“Probably not.” That gets another little huff from her.

“Might have to tie your hands, then,” she muses. “Alright, listen. I’m going to go make tea. Then I’m gonna help you clean up a bit more- get the excess gunk off your face. We’ll see how you’re feeling after that. If you aren’t too out of it, I’ll help you make that phone call.”

You end up making that call after the tea is finished, opting not to keep anyone waiting. Koala has it on speaker phone, and is able to elaborate where you can’t. You don’t tell your family about… the prank, yet. You can feel Koala’s gaze on you, but she follows your lead, being vague on the details and focusing on your condition. You tell your mother there was an accident at a party, and you’re with a friend right now. 

“Oh, that Emily girl, right?” Your mom asks.

You’re glad you can’t audibly wince, but you can’t really fault her for asking. “No, i-it’s someone else.”

“You’ve made other friends? Oh that’s wonderful, I’m so glad you’re finally coming out of your shell!” You lock up, eye twitching. This is a comment you do fault her for. Really? She’s on about this now? The rest of the conversation is a blur- you sit, curled up on the couch and sipping your tea while Koala takes over for you. She talks a little about herself and Sabo, and a little about you, too- mentioning some student art exhibit you’d submitted a piece to at the beginning of your time on campus, back when you were still trying to be sociable. You find heat rising to your cheeks. She was there? She remembered it? You feel guilty for not recognizing her sooner. Somewhere in the middle of the conversation, Sabo gets home, setting down some brown paper grocery bags and walking over to quietly press a kiss to Koala’s temple. The conversation ends shortly after Sabo introduces himself, winning them over just as easily as Koala had. They exchange contact info with your parents, assuring them that they would be updated. It leaves you feeling a bit… infantilized, truthfully, but everyone involved means well.

When all that is said and done, Sabo addresses you personally. “Glad to see you awake and alert. I’ve got everything for a light soup. Does that sound good?”

You nod. “Yes, thank you. L-let me know if I can help p-pay for anythi-” you’re interrupted by light, airy laughter.

“Nonsense, I’m used to paying for whatever crazy shenanigans my brothers get into, food for a couple days is nothing. And I’m willing to bet their appetites are way bigger than yours, anyway.”

Koala saunters over, wrapping an arm around his waist. “You talk like you aren’t just as bad as those two,” she says, jabbing a finger into his chest and turning her head to you. “Don’t let the clean student-faculty sweetheart image fool you, he gets into all sorts of shit,” she huffs, earning a laugh from her partner. You’re sure the smile on your face is rather dopey, but these two are cute together.

“Seeing as he’s got a concussed stranger sleeping over, yeah I’d say that tracks,” you tell her, earning a pout from the man.

“Aw, we’re not strangers anymore, are we?” Koala asks with a faux tearfulness.

“I… guess not…” 

“Good,” she says, detangling herself from Sabo and pressing a kiss to his jaw before turning back to you. “Now lay back- I’m gonna clean the rest of that shit off your face now.”

“H-huh?” You sputter. She’d already mentioned doing this, but the firmness of her statement takes you off-guard. Sabo just laughs. 

“Koala is very strong-willed. You won’t be winning any arguments with her, just give in now,” he says sympathetically.

There’s a sharp exhale from the woman. “I wouldn’t have to be strong-willed if you'd just listen to me the first time,” she quips, already applying drops of liquid makeup remover to a cotton ball. When had she even gotten those out?

You sit as still as possible for Koala, leaning back against the pillows piled behind you as your new friend slides onto the couch. She slots herself between your knees and looms over you, her brows furrowed as she begins to carefully, gently dab away the remnants of faux, syrupy blood still clinging to your hairline, behind your ears, and other creases in your face. Most of your makeup and the blood had been washed off in the hospital, but the priority was of course your injury. The details were left for later. She knows what she’s doing, featherlight touches soothing your frazzled mind. It just feels right- your eyes flutter shut as she reaches for your face, cool dampness of the cotton balls and makeup wipes running over your eyelids, down the sides of your nose… heart fluttering at the chuckle Koala lets out when the sharp scent of the cleaning solution makes your face scrunch up. You smile softly when you open your eyes again, earning a pause from her. She tilts her head quizzically, short ginger hair framing her round eyes…

Your vision is a little clearer now. You can see a lot better than you could when you were still in the hospital, barely coherent with a head full of static. “I was right,” you giggle, dazed voice weighed by fatigue, but the fear, anxiety, sadness- the hurt-  is all finally gone. “Your eyes are green. You’re really pretty, Koala.” She jolts, face going red, turning to glare at Sabo when he laughs.

“You’re still out of it,” she hushes, but you don’t miss the shaky smile poorly hidden behind her hand.

-

It’s a pleasant night. Sabo starts on the food shortly after Koala finishes, and you nap on the couch as the pleasant smell of chicken and rice soup fills the house. It’s an open kitchen, so most of what Sabo does is visible the few times you drift back into consciousness. The final time you wake up, it’s to Sabo gently shaking your shoulder with a bowl of soup ready for you, along with another one of your pills. The three of you eat together in the living room, small talk petering off as it becomes clear just how tired you are. But it’s pleasant- warmth filling you as you slowly eat, eyelids growing heavier and heavier, until you find everything but the flavor of light soup and dull pulse in your skull fading away.

You’d be perfectly content to just pass out here on the couch, but Koala is insistent you get to bed properly. You’re in the bathroom, struggling to brush your teeth- the harsh scratching sound of a toothbrush resonating through your entire skull with a dizzying buzz. You aren’t looking forward to doing this again… maybe you could get away with just using mouthwash for a couple days..? Ugh, probably not… You’re leaning in close to the mirror, examining the sutures on your head. When you had struck the table, it had pulled your skin back, tearing the wound open wider. Part of it pokes down through your hairline, about two inches visibly protruding past your temple, earning a frown from you. You gingerly run your fingers over the rough stitching-

“Please don’t do that.” Despite the softness of Sabo’s voice, his sudden appearance makes you jump. “Ah, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You sound a little wobbly, but that’s mostly because you’re tired. 

He pushes off from where he’s resting against the doorframe, stepping into the room to assess his own reflection beside you. “It will likely scar,” he says after a moment. You look at Sabo- actual Sabo, instead of his reflection- and he turns to look at you as well. The dramatic sunburst of scarring around his eye makes yours look like nothing in comparison- you feel a little self-conscious about silently fussing over yours with him right there. “But it could be worse. Easier to cover with certain hairstyles, or makeup, should you so choose.” You manage to suppress your wince. You don’t actually know how Sabo feels about his scars- you think they’re cool, but he might not. But you also don’t want to assume he’s hinting at any of his own insecurities and say something weird.

“More worried about lingering brain damage, honestly,” you eventually settle on, turning back to the mirror. “Might look kinda cool, once it heals up a bit… but it came from something really stupid.”

“You could just make something up, like I do,” he offers, earning a shaky smile from you.

“Thanks, Sabo, but I’m pretty sure everyone’s gossiping about it. By the time I get back on campus, everyone will already know…”

“Well…” he starts, your gaze following his hand as it moves up to rub your shoulder. “Good thing we won’t be here forever, hmm..?” He purrs quietly. You look to him, and any retort you had dies on your tongue. There’s an intense look in his wide eyes, paired with a small polite smile that doesn't quite match up.

“H-Huh?” You’re quiet, confused.

He takes in your response, blinking and pulling his hand away from you to rub the back of his neck. “I just mean we won’t be students here, forever… didn’t mean to sound alarming. Plenty of people out in the world you could tell a fun little lie to,” he clarifies, and you relax again. “Though you are right, it’s an oversight on my part not to consider how much people talk.”

The tension deflates immediately, and you feel a little bad. Your mind is just playing tricks on you- it’s been a rough 24 hours, after all. “Oh, haha, i-it’s fine… sorry for being jumpy. B-besides, I’m used to dumb gossip already, I-I should probably just…” You falter. His eyes aren’t as intense, but you feel like his focus is. He’s just trying to be a good listener, you tell yourself. You’re the one making things weird. You clear your throat, trying to ignore the funny feeling in your chest. “Sorry. I don’t know w-why I’m so worried, it’s all the same shit,” you try to joke. Your attempt at a chuckle is thin and reedy. The face of the man before you softens- and you realize you don’t like it. You don’t like the disdain, the laughter, the frankly juvenile way your peers treat you, but you don’t like this, either. The pitying look, like you’re a stray puppy left out in the rain. With a black, spiked collar, maybe. What’s wrong with you? Why are you so upset? Seconds after you notice the first small, watery hints of tears welling up in your eyes, you just break down.

Sabo moves swiftly, seemingly on autopilot, wrapping you up in a hug, warm hand pressing your head against his chest. It’s nice. It feels so, so nice- he’s steady and reliable, firm chest and arms keeping you snug and secure against him and you can’t help but think have I ever been held like this before? You’re embarrassed- you don’t want to behave like this, it feels so childish. But your body shudders with a cracked sob despite yourself, hands tightly balling themselves up in his shirt as he slowly sinks the both of you to the floor. “Sorry, m’sorry,” you whine into his chest. Why? Why now? The look he gave you didn’t rattle you that hard, did it? God, the pressure behind your eyes, that constricting tightness in your throat- it all makes the ache in your head bloom all the worse. He rubs your back, settling you in his lap. “I don’t know why- I d-don’t get it,” you gasp, clinging to him. The firm, hurried sound of approaching footsteps meet your ears, stopping at the doorway.

“It’s okay. Shhh, it’s alright, you don’t have to,” coos Sabo, and you feel him turning to look at Koala, no doubt coming to check on the racket you were making. “I’m sure it’s a little bit of everything. It was bound to happen at some point. You’ve been through a lot, just let it out, alright? It’s okay.” Koala approaches, shuffling past Sabo in the narrow space so she can sit adjacent to two of you.

“We expected something like this, so don’t worry. I’m glad you aren’t bottling things up,” she says, leaning forward to wrap her arms around you both. They’re both so warm. Leaning against Sabo’s chest, Koala’s head comes to rest on your shoulder as Sabo readjusts, momentarily removing an arm to embrace his partner in return. A little bit awkward, all three of you piled onto the floor like that, but it still just feels so nice. Pleasant. You don’t know why these two have your back, but you have absolutely no doubts that they do. “Let's get you to the bedroom, alright? Much more comfortable there than a bathroom floor.” That comment is probably as much for Sabo as it is for you. You nod against his chest, and he wastes no time in sliding an arm under your knees and securing your back with the other. You sniffle and whine pathetically as he walks you back to the guest room, setting you on the bed, sitting up. You blink, hiccuping as your host pulls the covers over you. Koala approaches with a glass of water- when did she get that? And two pills. “The second is just some melatonin,” she soothes, handing the tiny puck of medicine alongside your prescribed painkiller. “You’ve been falling asleep well enough, but we thought… Well, just in case.” When had they talked about that? When you were napping? You didn’t care very much at the moment.

“Th-thank you,” you choke out, reaching your shaking hands out for the water and the medicine. You would very much like to leave the waking world- everything is suddenly so overwhelming for no reason at all. “I’m so s-sorry for the trouble.” You pop the pills into your mouth, and when you go to drink, Koala’s hands clasp themselves over yours, assisting you in raising the glass to your mouth. The cool liquid soothes your throat, and your cries taper off into sniffles.

You take a shaky breath. Both of them are looking at you, but you don’t want to meet their eyes. “It’s okay. You’re tired and hurt, it’s to be expected.” Sabo comforts you, yet again. Your stomach twists. They’re adamant that everything is okay, that you aren’t imposing, but how couldn’t you be? If everything Emily supposedly felt for you was fake, who knows what these people could be up to? You set the glass down, Koala’s hands sliding away as you brace it between your thighs. You briefly notice a roughness to her palms- they’re callused.

… You’re tired.

“Thank you,” you rasp, looking back up to your hosts. They both nod.

“Is there anything you need?” Koala asks, voice soft. None of the edge it normally carries.

“I think… I-I just want to sleep.”

“Of course,” she says, but doesn’t move. She… hovers for a moment, looking you over before standing and turning to Sabo. You can’t see her face, but there’s something unreadable in the smile Sabo gives her.

You thank them again. They bid you goodnight, and you return it.

Your consciousness fades almost as quickly as their footsteps.

[matchaxberries]

Day 5: Haunted Party

Zen/Hyun Ryu x GN!Reader Headcanons

Warnings: None really? Rushed, drinking implied, penetration and oral implied, slightly possesive Zen, flirty Zen.

Zen would loveee to do couple costumes. He would also like to film videos with you if you're active on social media, and have a Tik Tok or Instagram account.

He would probably want to do something cliché like a devil and angel, and he wouldn't mind being either or, it's whatever you wanted.

He would love to show you off to the other members on Halloween, he likes to keep you in his lap all of the time always. If you want something he will get up for you, and if you talk to another member he stays close by with a hand wrapped around your waist.

He would try to make you chocolates shaped like random Halloween things, spiders with pretzel legs, etc.

Every member had to bring something to the party, so you and Zen made monster teeth cookies. Two halves of a cookie with red icing on the inside, and marshmallows as the teeth.

He definitely gets turned on seeing you in your costume... I swear this man's libido is on a different level.

Probably would make you suck him off mid party in the bathroom, or insist on stuffing you full! He wouldn't mind seeing his cum leak down your legs as you stumble out of the bathroom.

He would want to have visible marks on you, maybe he did them the night before or in the bathroom... But the members definitely notice.

He wants you to leave marks on his pretty skin too. Jaehee is not a fan when she sees though...

He is a tease sometimes, pulling on parts of your costume when you're minding your business, grabbing you or squeezing you mid conversation.

The party has plenty of little events, apple bobbing! Which Zen can't help but stare at you, bent over the cauldron... Probably some spooky form of cup pong too. Maybe spider-web darts too, which he makes a bet with you about if you win against Seven, you can lead later tonight...

After the party you guys are likely tipsy, he will want to fuck you properly in the costumes when you're home, and after cuddle and watch scary movies.

He hopes you'll jump and get scared during the movies, so he can hold you and tell you it's okay...

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Over Thinker

Thank you Anonymous for the suggestion!

Rating: G

Loki and gender neutral reader

Language: None

Synopsis: It’s that time of year again. Time for spooks and scares a plenty! This year, you are determined to carve the perfect pumpkin. Only, your perfectionism gets in the way of you starting said pumpkin. Loki notices and decides to give you a little ticklish inspiration, which makes you feel better and more confident. He helps you and as a result , a beautiful Halloween pumpkin is born.

Halloween. Your favorite time of year. The weather was getting cooler, the leaves were changing, and spooky season was in full swing. You may have been an adult but of course you still loved dressing up for the occasion. This year you and your husband Loki were going to give pumpkin carving another go since years past ended in disaster. You were a perfectionist at pretty much everything. Especially pumpkin carving. You wanted every detail to look perfect, but that rarely happened because you’d end up getting too down on yourself to be able to finish much carving. You’d end up throwing out the pumpkin, even when Loki tried to convince you it was a masterpiece.

This year, you wanted to flex your design muscles and try to make a more intricate pumpkin. You were no artist but you were good enough for yourself. This year, you were going to surprise Loki with a pumpkin carving of himself. You’d never really done that type of detailed work before, but you wanted to see how far your skills had progressed. You found your favorite picture of him on your phone as a guide and tried to hide it when Loki came walking into the kitchen to see what you were doing. “It’s a surprise!” you exclaimed as you tried pushing him out of the room with no avail.

“A surprise, eh? Then why can I see your phone open to your favorite picture of me?” He smiled as he playfully pushed you back until he was able to pick up the phone. “Loki!” you said shocked. “That was SUPPOSED to be a surprise for you, but now you know what I was going to carve.” You dropped your head as he came over and hugged you. “I’m sorry, darling. I did not mean to ruin the surprise…Can I at least stay and watch you carve it?” You smiled and kissed him sweetly. “Of course you can….You big peeker. Hahaha!”

You both sat down at the kitchen table as you gutted the pumpkin and smiled as you threatened to throw some goop at him. “You know what will happen if you do. I will be forced to retaliate. “ You gave him and “ooo! I’m scared” look as you got back to the picture and the pumpkin. You picked up the carving knife, but before you could set the serrated part on the front of the pumpkin, you hesitated and put it down. “I can’t do it, Loki. My skills are nowhere near what they could be. And it’s a picture of you, so I want to make it look as perfect and as close to you as I can.”

“Darling,” he began as he took your head in his hands. “I’m sure it will look lovely no matter what. I believe in you.” He then kissed your forehead and gave you the knife. You looked at it for a second. “I….I….can’t do it. I’m too afraid I’ll mess it up,” you sighed defeated. Loki the grabbed your arms semi sternly as he made you look him in the eye. “Y/N. Look at me. It’s okay. All that matters to me is that you try.” He then got an idea. “I don’t need to persuade you, do I?” A playful smirk grew on his face. It took you a second to understand what he meant, but then you got it. “I MAY need persuading because I know I’m a horrible artist.” A small smile formed on your lips.

“Come with me then.” He led you to the living room and sat you down on his lap on the couch. “Now. I’m only doing this to help you become a more confident artist.” He grabbed your wrists with one hand and poked your side with the index finger of the other. “He-ey!” you giggled as Loki’s face turned to pretend shock. “What? I didn’t do anything.” He teased, trying to make you laugh more. “Y-ouu know I’m too ticklish for that. How is that supposed to h-help mehehe?” He laughed the cute laugh that made your heart skip a beat. “Are you feeling any better?” You shrugged. “A little.” “I guess I’ll have to do this until you’re confident enough that you can carve this handsome face into that pumpkin.” You looked at him and broke out in laughter. “Laughing at me, are you?” Loki played along as he gave you a funny look. “Yes,” you replied with a silly smile. “I try to help you and you laugh at me. Well. I’ll give you something to laugh about.”

He rolled you off of his lap and came at you, straddling you. “Lahaha-okiii!!!” you yelped as he tased your sides wildly. “Y/N!” he replied in the same manner, moving downwards towards your sides and the sides of your belly. Part of your most ticklish area (your belly). “Such a ticklish body you have, darling,” Loki said in a partial growl. You felt all the negativity flee from your body as he tickled you for a few more minutes, after he blew a big raspberry on your belly before letting you go. “If I help, will you do me the pleasure of trying again?” He waved his hands and a green light appeared around them. A pumpkin replaced the light. This time, with his help, your pumpkin came out beautifully and you lit a candle to display it outside your home. You felt much more confident in your skills now, but still pretended to whine just so he’d tickle you to pieces. Halloween was DEFINITELY your favorite holiday from then on.

[echoesoftheeldritch]

Happy Halloween!

We recently got a 'Trick or Treat' ask, unfortunately I can not reply to it, but here is your treat random citizen,

A statement.

Tw for paranoia and death :)

NATHAN

Statement of Susan Frost, regarding a summer job. Original statement given September 5th, 2018. Audio recording by Nathan Beckett, Head Archivist of the [static] Institute, London.

NATHAN (STATEMENT)

Right, so I had this job. Lifeguard. I know, can you get any more stereotypical for a summer job? But it paid decently, and I thought hey, if I had to work all summer at least I'd get free access to the pool.

The training was fine. I mean, it was stressful but not anything out of the ordinary. We learned how to do CPR and how to get people out of the water safely, all the things you’d expect. The first week rolled around and all the lifeguards settled into the routine. Being a lifeguard is about 75% just staring at the water. The other 25% is not saving people, it's cleaning up the locker rooms or checking the chemicals or telling people they can't smoke on pool grounds. It's only 1% of the time you actually have to get into the water to help somebody.

So, yeah by the end of the first week any mystery or magic was gone.

At the start of the summer everyone wanted a ton of hours, myself included. We all quickly learned that the opening shift was a snooze fest. Closing shift wasn't much better. There were always two or three people who would drag their feet and pretend not to understand that we were closing.

Technically, we all worked for the city, but I was stationed out at East End Park. It was small and pretty far out there. We had enough people to keep it open, but every other pool in the city was more popular and better equipped than ours. Plus, we were an outdoor pool which meant it was a little too hot, or a little too cold, and if the stars weren't in the right position, the boiler would shut off overnight. The job sucked. Half the time you were sitting there absolutely baking in the sun because there wasn't a single bit of shade. The other half, you were practically frozen. I cannot count the number of times I opened the pool and had to fish some piece of trash out of the water. And that's not even getting into the bugs or the animals that would try to climb the fence.

It still wouldn't have been that bad of a job but, well...

It was the middle of June when things went off. I was on the opening shift, getting up at 5 AM so the retirees could be in the pool at six. There's technically two pools at East End; the lap pool, and the leisure pool. But the leisure pool wasn't opened until 10, maybe for budgeting or something, whatever the reason it meant that only two Lifeguards needed to be present before 9:45.

So, there I was, half-asleep, walking back and forth so I didn't start shivering when this woman came out of the locker rooms. There were maybe two other people in the water. Both of them regulars, and older, and I knew they could swim, so I started watching this new woman.

She wasn't exactly attractive. Even that early in the summer I'd seen plenty of people in swimming suits. It loses the lure fast. I remember she had a swimming cap, and goggles with tinted lenses. Her swimsuit was a black one-piece, more sporty than fashionable. She started doing laps, and she had pretty good form so I figured there wouldn't be any problems.

Then I saw her tattoo.

There were a pair of photorealistic eyes tattooed onto the back of her neck. I think maybe it was supposed to be a joke, or a play on words. I never actually got the chance to ask. I was working, and she was in the water. She was doing the breaststroke, head barely lifting enough to breathe, barely even causing a ripple in the water. And with every lap, every stroke, those eyes looked at me from the back of her neck.

I never saw her eyes. I don't know if she was actually part of it or if I just started noticing it after that. Maybe I just made it up after the fact, but... I don't know... It felt like there was a key in a lock, and after that it had been turned.

Like I said, most of lifeguarding is watching, and it's the watching that people expect. You don't talk to people; you don't have to be friendly. You need to be an authority figure. When I was guarding it was my pool, my zone, my swimmers.

I started taking extra shifts. I said I needed the money, and I did, but not that much, you know? Anyway, it was the middle of summer at that point. A ton of people took a week off in July and someone needed to cover for them. And there I was, willing to take any shift and always on time and never complained…

I knew the regulars by that point. The old women with flabby arms, who bobbed along during the water aerobics class. The old men with their receding hairlines who came and sat in the hot tub as if they were pretending to be Russian mafia.

There was one person, a young woman, maybe 13 or 14. Dark hair that had been buzzed short. She would always bounce around in the water, splashing like she was four years old and had just discovered bath toys. She wore this smile, and I could tell there wasn't a single thought behind her eyes.

There was a retired man, probably military. He had a white scar across one shoulder and onto his back. It took me a while to notice it. I noticed his bad form first. He'd show up in the mornings, dedicated to the routine, but that arm always swung wide, breaking the pattern.

Teenagers would show up sometimes. There was this pair of boys who showed up on one of our down days. We couldn't open the leisure pool because of a chemical imbalance, but they decided to swim anyway. They shared one lane and fooled around for a few minutes. One of them joked about pants-ing the other one. Then they tried to do a lap.

You can tell when someone doesn't know how to swim, or even if they do and just haven't done it in a while. I remember standing over those two and thinking that I was so much better than them. How I could see all the flaws in their strokes. How they kept needing to stop and push off the wall or the bottom if they were on the shallow end.

As a lifeguard it was my responsibility to watch them. They were the ones with the highest chance of drowning and there were only three other people in the pool. They would have gotten a fifth of my attention even if I hadn't singled them out.

Eventually I had a talk with my manager. I was bumping up against 35 hours a week and they wanted to warn me I couldn't go over 39 because I was a part timer, and they appreciated the hard work but what hours did I want to focus on, and didn't I want to enjoy my summer?

It felt like an attack, but I knew he could cut off my access to the pool, so I nodded along and agreed. And in the back of my mind I started thinking about ways to stay at the pool, when I wasn't on shift.

I was already working mornings, so I stuck around. I just didn't change out of my uniform. I walked around the deck, and looked at the water and did little things, like put away kick boards. It wasn't as good as actual guarding.

There was this corner, around one side of the building. You couldn't really see it from the office, so people sometimes went over there if they wanted to sneak a cigarette. It was a problem early in the summer. It stopped being a problem when I started standing there after my shift. I did nothing, I just stood there, in uniform, and looked out at the water. But that wasn't as good either. It was too far from the pool, and I couldn't see past the slide.

Then things changed again at the end of July. Our manager went on maternity leave and a manager from another pool took over. They were young and didn't know half the systems and the other half they knew from a different pool. Between that and the gaps in the schedule, I could get around them easier.

By that point I was showing up for the morning shift even when I wasn't scheduled. Then I'd rotate in halfway through the middle shift so someone else could get lunch and when the late shift came on, I'd clean until we needed to change the lane lines. Changing the lane lines was a lot easier with another person, but it always happened right when someone needed to rotate, so I stepped in and let the other person get back to their phone.

I had quiet conversations in ones and twos with the other guards. They all thought that I was dealing with something at home and that it was easier for me to be at the pool. Nothing serious, nothing that would get the cops or social services involved, just a fight with my parents or my sister constantly bringing her boyfriend over or my brother using the garage to practise with his band and causing a racket.

I don't have any siblings.

Then I figured out the swap system with the log-in machine.

We had this machine that we used to log in and out. It was old and clunky as hell. We each got a code and had to type it in when we got there and then again when we left. Giving out your code wasn't something anyone did because then they could pull pranks and log you out in the middle of your shift and no one would know until payday. But there were a bunch of manager codes, and one day our new junior manager left the manual out.

One code in particular, was for if you put in the wrong code. It reassigned logged hours to a different user. So I quietly let it be known that if I wasn't on the schedule, I'd take someone else's shift and then reassign it to them. It worked best for morning and middle shifts since the other lifeguard could put in their code without actually telling me, but a few lazy guys who normally pulled the evening shift flat out texted me their codes so I could swap with them.

Just like that I was working every shift, basically every day. I had to be careful. I had to work around the manager and still do all the other stuff like checking the chemicals and cleaning the changing rooms, but I got to watch the water. That was what mattered to me.

Looking back, I know it sounds like a lot. Working from 5am to 7pm basically 7 days a week. I shouldn’t have been able to keep that up, even as a teenager, and somebody should have definitely been fired. The Thing is, I needed it.

You’re probably thinking I was on drugs.. It might make sense if I was on something.

I wasn’t.

The guarding itself was my drug. It didn’t matter if there were 50 people in the pool or four. It didn’t matter if they were old or young, if they knew how to swim, or had to hang onto the sides. All that mattered was that I could watch them, all their imperfections and bad habits, the moles and bug bites and overlapping tan lines. Seeing them, cataloguing them, it was meat and drink to me. I still ate, I carried my water bottle everywhere, but that was part of the disguise. A way to keep everyone else content and not asking questions, stopping me from doing what I needed to do.

When I wasn’t guarding I was asleep, or on my way to or from the pool. That’s all there was. I know I must have talked to my parents, told them something, but I don’t have the faintest memory of it.

I think it would have kept going like that, at least until the end of the season, but I beat the odds before that happened.

That’s not quite the saying. The lifeguards used to say ‘we beat the odds’ when they went a full week with no one needing to be rescued. But that isn’t how I use it.

It was morning, and it was a cold one. It felt like fall. Mist or steam hovering a foot off the water. Streetlights casting hatch mark shadows through the chain-link fence.

My partner that morning was Doug Therman. He met my eye as we clocked in.

He asked to trade. I nodded; it wasn’t even a question for me.

What he meant was did I want to be the active guard for him doing the opening checklist. Regulations say you need to rotate guards out at least every half hour, preferably every 15 minutes if there are enough people. With our agreement I’d be out there on my own until nine when a manager showed up. The pool opened at 5:30.

So I headed out and Doug did whatever he was going to do. A pair of regulars showed up. They talked about how brisk it was and got down to it. I settled in. It was like I could breathe again. It felt like that every morning, like I wasn't really there until I had my guard tube in my hands, standing over the water.

The guy showed up maybe an hour later. Still early enough that it was cold. Early enough that only the really dedicated swimmers would come to the pool, and our normal crowd had already come and gone. I was watching empty water. It wasn't as satisfying as watching when somebody was in the pool, but I wasn't about to go into the garden room even if it was technically allowed.

This guy was average in a lot of ways, Middle-aged, going bald, slightly overweight. My eyes landed on him as soon as he came out of the locker room. He had a towel around his neck and was picking at the end, twisting the fibres. His eyes kept darting around, nervous little twitches like a rabbit that smelled a fox nearby. His eyes landed on me for a moment, before sliding away again. I was something he expected. Something in me was pleased with that. That he hadn't recognized what I was, the threat I posed.

He took his time getting into the water. First, he found a little cubby for his towel, hesitating over where exactly to put it down. He went through our small collection of kick boards that hadn't been damaged or stolen yet that summer. Eventually he picks one, glancing around as if someone would reprimand him for it. He eased into the lap pool slowly, one step at a time, the kickboard hugged against his chest, other hand white knuckled on the guardrail.

He settled a bit when he was finally in the water. The man took a breath, did some stretches, then with one last look around he kicked off the wall. He wasn't a great swimmer, but he wasn't the worst I'd seen either. Unlike some people he didn't push for speed right away. A part of me was content to watch, but there was something else… something about this guy, this stranger made me want to push.

Part of what they teach lifeguards is to change position every five minutes. If you've been sitting down, then stand up. If you are standing up, stroll back and forth.

Another thing they teach you is to close the distance between you and someone who is at high risk as long as it doesn't block you from part of your area.

I started to pace. It wasn't hard to walk at the same speed the guy was swimming. I matched him, one end of the pool to the other, eyes always on him. He didn't notice immediately, but when he did, it was obvious. He got twitchy, well, more twitchy. When he got to the end of his lap he fidgeted, adjusting his swim cap and obviously not looking at me while trying to see what I was doing.

On another day I would've played it off. I would've kept walking, broken the pattern between us. Maybe stretch out a bit or drink some water, something to make it seem like it was just a coincidence. But on that morning I kept watching, eyes fixed on him from behind dark sunglasses.

I needed to see what would happen next.

I was looking right at him when the heart attack started. I assume it was a heart attack. That's what the EMT said later. It felt like more than that, but I'm not the one who died.

He died, and I watched it happen. I saw him go pale, and shaking as it came up to touch his chest. I saw him clutch at the wall, knees giving out as he slid sideways into the water. I saw him try to stand up, coughing and sputtering. His eyes were fixed on me as he splashed about. He was only 5 feet from the stairs, but you can drown in any depth.

I just stood there and watched until the bubbles stopped coming. Then I strolled around the pool. Entering the water felt like a baptism. I pulled the body up onto the stairs and checked his pulse. I couldn't find one. Only then did I blow my whistle. I was floating, but there was still a part of me that knew there would be consequences.

Doug had been napping. He woke up quickly when he saw I was half in the water with an unconscious patron. To his credit, he did exactly what we had been trained to do, robbing the emergency phone off the wall and dialling 999 even as he stumbled over to me. I told him what CPR cycle I was on while he put on his gloves. Six minutes later EMTs arrived. They took over, but we all knew he wouldn’t be revived.

The pool was closed for the rest of the day, but for once I barely noticed.

There was a lot of talk after that. Rescue reports and assessments to make sure everyone had done their job. Doug never admitted that he had been napping, but somewhere in the middle of things, it came out that I had been working extra hours. Someone higher up decided it was fatigue and stress and I was let go so I could focus on myself for a while.

I told you before that I don't do drugs, but everything I've read suggests that those last weeks of the summer were just as bad as any withdrawal. The back of my neck ached, shooting pain into my temples. I couldn’t sleep. Sometimes I would get a glass of water, only to find myself staring into it minutes or hours later.

I tried to go back to the pool once. They wouldn’t let me in. The junior manager, who had let everything slip by him got all red in the face. I thought he was probably angry, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. There were other pools, of course, but I knew swimming wouldn’t make me feel right, and anyway, they were halfway across town.

My parents were concerned, but still busy, so it was decided that I would go to my aunt May’s for the final week before Labor Day. She lived three hours away, on 10 acres of land in a ranch-style house that had been built the previous century. The county would be good after my “trauma”. I didn’t protest. At that point I didn’t care.

I tried to put it behind me, but it was difficult.

Then, a week ago the summer retrospective went around. There’s always a bunch of pictures, and this time there was one of me. It was from the back, not obvious or anything, but I could tell, and there, half hidden by my hair was a tattoo. The outline of a pair of eyes, staring right at the camera.

I haven't checked the back of my neck. I don't want to know what I'll find.

NATHAN

Statement ends.

Ms Frost included a photo of the news document, and there does appear to be a pair of eyes tattooed to the back of her neck. The man, Henry Porter, did die in a leisure centre on July 18th, cause of death labelled a heart attack. We could not identify the women with the eye tattoos and any possible follow up on this statement has led to a dead end. There was just not enough information.

Recording ends.

Hope you enjoyed!

- Mod Nico

[katierosedreams2]

Barbie doll

“You have to go see the Barbie movie with me!” Kiara commanded me. “Kiara, do I really have to? I don’t want to see that movie, there isn’t something else I could do instead?” I whined. “No! You lost the bet fair and square! Brianna was going to see it with me but she can't now, so you have to go instead. Plus you two are the same size, so you can wear her super cute outfit!” Kiara smiled. She knew I’d be upset that she’d make me do that. 

“What!? No way! I’m not wearing girls clothes!” I desperately tried to stand my ground. But we’ve been friends for a long time, and I already knew how this was going to go. The three of us have been friends since second grade when I moved into their neighborhood. They were the only two other kids on the whole block. So, even though they were girls, us three became best friends. I didn’t exactly grow up like most boys, it was just me and my mom, and she had to work a lot. So I spent most of my time home from school being watched by either Kiara’s or Brianna’s moms. They used to make me play dress up and dolls with them all the time. We watched only girly movies and played with makeup, stuff like that. 

The other boys in school and I just never got along. I just didn’t have anything in common with them. I had just grown up being surrounded by girls and girly stuff that all the silly guy matcho crap just didn’t interest me. I didn’t play football or baseball, instead I danced! Ballet, classical, hip-hop, cheer, and recently I’ve even started learning pole dancing too. Kiara and Brianna’s moms both co-owned a dance studio together. I was either there, or at their houses every day, so naturally I learned to dance. I have always been rather small for a boy, and now, even at 18, I was only 5’4” and 103 pounds. I’m pretty skinny and lean. I was never big enough to really be a dance partner for one of the girls, so I had to join them in their dances. Sometimes I was even the girl dance part for some of the guys, so embarrassing!

But that’s just how my life went. I was surrounded by girls, and only ever seemed to be considered one of them. I do like girls just to be clear, but none of them have ever seemed to like me. They just always see me as a great friend, like one of the girls. It’s been bad enough that I look like one. I really do! I’ve had plenty of time to think about it. Every Halloween, the girls make me join them in a group costume, always in some girls costume. No one has ever noticed I’m a boy. Not even when we got older and Halloween had just become going to someone’s party. Everyone from school just thought I was some girl Kiara and Brianna knew. I have a cute little button noise, a round soft face, large pouty lips. Slim shoulders with large hips and a very skinny waist. I have almost no muscle tone, and can’t seem to build any. It probably doesn’t help that I have long blond hair either. I really was a very feminine looking male. 

This didn’t bother me too much, strangely. I found that girls were always very kind and accepting of me. But they never seemed to be interested in me romantically. But recently I met this girl, Willow, at my community college I just started at. She is incredible! I’ve never had a crush on a girl like this before. And she actually seemed kind of interested in me. She’s even flirted with me a few times! It’s the first time a girl has ever actually flirted with me.

I told the girls about her and they all seemed so happy that some girl liked me! She had previously attended a high school near by and they actually both know her from some of their competitive cheer team friends who also went to that school. She was on their school cheer team. 

She’s a tall beautiful woman. She’s kind of a stunning, dark, mysterious type. As if preppy girly girl met goth girl. She’s incredibly pretty, the type of girl that every single guy would fantasise about! She has the body of a super model. She’s at least 5’9” flat foot, so I didn’t expect her to have any interest in a short, feminine looking guy like me. 

She and I have been talking these past few weeks on Instagram and I know she follows the girls there too. I also know that Kiara will post a photo, as she always does. And I’ve been trying to seem more manly recently, and this would really ruin my chances with Willow. “Listen Bailey, you lost our bet. The looser does whatever the winner decides. Now you have to go and you have to wear Brianna’s cute little outfit. Deal with it!” Kiara, having no tolerance for my complaining, trusted a bag at me. 

I reluctantly took it, “fine. Just please don’t post it on Insta.” I was hoping I could just keep this from Willow. “Are you kidding me! That’s the whole point! If it’s not for the gram, why would we do it? Just go put it on, and I’ll put mine on, then we’ll do your makeup!” She said and she pushed me into her bathroom. Closing the door behind me cutting off any way to plead more. I sighed and looked in the bag, pulling out a cute, light pink halter top that said “Barbie” across the chest. Next, a light pink sparkly vinyl pleated skirt that was very short. And a pair of white panties. This was far from my first time wearing girls clothes, but I was going to try my best to make this my last. 

I undressed and slipped the panties up my smooth legs. I never did grow any body hair, some kind of hormone imbalance. The doctor said I wasn’t to worry about. I slipped them over my perky girly butt, round and toned from all the dancing I do. The thong slipped between my cheeks. I’d never say it out loud, but I didn’t hate the way a thong felt. It did feel kind of "sexy". I am very small up front too. I was only about two inches, and I wasn’t really a grower, two and one eighth inches. I measured once. My testicles weren’t very big either. It all fit with room to spare in the small girls panties. 

Next I slipped on the top. My flat chest and slim shoulders made me look like a flat chested girl. I then put on the cute skirt. I also haven’t told the girls, but I kind of have a thing for vinyl and leather. And I have noticed I do feel sexy dressed up like a sexy girl would. I see why they were this stuff, it looks sexy and it feels sexy! I zipped up the skirt and noticed that it did cover my butt, only barely though. I opened the door to see Kiara dressed very similar to me. She looked pretty, but she’s like a sister to me. 

“Come on, let’s get your make up already! And your hair too!” Her excitement couldn’t be contained. “This is like when we were younger and you were like our own personal doll! I guess you still are, Barbie! Haha this is so perfect!” I just frowned as I sat down to do my makeup. She’s right, I have done this thousands of times before with them. She told me what my make up should look like and I just got to work as she did my hair. Light pink DSL with lots of gloss, light blush, lots of mascara with extra long lashes and just simple eyeliner.  I was an expert in makeup at this point so I just go right to work.

“So what exactly happened to Brianna again? Why couldn’t she make it again?” I questioned as I worked. “She had to go with her mom, her grandmother is sick and they left this morning to go see her. We already bought our tickets and you’re my closest girl friend besides her, so now you get to play dress up and see this movie with me.” Her focus split between talking and doing my hair. “Look, I don’t mind seeing the movie with you. I don’t even care that you want me to get dolled up with you, but do you really have to post it on Instagram?” I was hoping to wear her down.

“What is with you? You know I’m going to post it! And my outfit only makes since with yours, so yeah, your going to be in it. Why do you care so much? It’s not like you don’t have like a hundred photos on my Instagram of you dressed as a girl! Why do you care about this one?! Now give me your hands, I have to do your nails!” She was confused and made a good point. There were years of it. They make me do this sort of thing often, and I just never fight it. I haven’t really cared until now. I thoughtlessly gave her my hands and she applied very long light pink nails that matched my skirt perfectly.

“Because I don’t want Willow to see it.” I sheepishly got out. “Ooo!! WILLOW! You don’t want your little crush to think you’re some gay little sissy boy?! Some trans cock sucker?!” Kiara teased me. “Yes! Please, she’s the first girl to ever even seem interested in me! I don’t want to ruin my shot with her!” I was trying so hard to convince her. “Sorry Barbie girl, no dice. Besides, Willow can see all the old picks of you glammed up anyway. What’s one more going to do? Who knows, maybe she’d like it? Anyways, if she asks about it, you lost a bet, so no big deal!” Kiara was making a good point. I could use the bet as an out. But what did she mean that Willow might like it? 

“More lip gloss girl! Not nearly enough!” She commanded, cutting off my train of thought. I carefully applied more lipgloss as she walked off to the closet to get out our shoes. White vinyl platform pumps. They must have been at least 6 inches tall. I didn’t even blink, I just slipped them on. I’ve been walking in these girls' heels since I met them! I even won a bet that I could wear heels exclusively for two weeks! It was actually really easy. Although the looks I got at school from some people were strange, I still won the bet! 

Kiara then handed me a matching small white vinyl purse and I slipped my wallet and phone into it. Kiara reminded me to take some makeup to touch up if I needed. After that, we were on our way. Our heels clicked in unison as we walked to her car. Any passer by would just see two young hot girls walking. I really did feel pretty. I always feel more confident, attractive, and natural when I’m dressed like this. But I’m trying to break this “tradition” so I defiantly didn’t say anything. 

The car ride was smooth. Kiara is such a great friend, we really get along so well! We have all of the same interests, except she’s a little boy crazy and I’m into girls. But otherwise we get along great. We got some looks and even some cat calls as we walked to the movie theater from our parking spot. It was kind of far away but it was super busy. As we approached, we saw a line of pink. Almost exclusively full of glammed up beautiful women waiting to see the Barbie movie. We fit in perfectly. 

The girls in front and behind us were all super nice and very excited for the movie. As we talked, I could tell not a single one would have ever guessed for a million years that I wasn’t an actual girl. Not that it was any surprise to me, even in my boy clothes I’m often mistaken as a girl. And my high feminine voice doesn’t help clear it up either. 

As we talked to the girls, we learned what we were actually waiting for was the photo op with some stuff the theater had put out to take photos in front of. Before long it was our turn. Kiara had offered to help take the pictures of the girls in front of us and they kindly offered to return the favor. They took so many and Kiara made us try so many different poses to find just the right one.

Once she was finally satisfied, we thanked the ladies who took our photos and then headed into the theater. “OK you buy the snakes, I’m going to pee and I’ll meet you at our seats!” Kiara spoke as she just walked off to the bathroom. I was left just standing there in the middle of the theater dressed like a kind of slutty Barbie doll. I felt slightly self-conscious and hurried off to get in line. As I waited, I looked at my phone and saw that Willow had posted a few hours ago of her with some friends also all dolled up and that they were just about to see the movie. It looked like the same background as what we had.

A shot of fear went through me. Oh my god, what if she’s at this theater!? No, that must be silly. I tried to calm myself and just kept scrolling. Finally, it was my turn to order our popcorn and drinks. The guy taking my order was clearly checking me out and trying very hard to flirt with me. I was trying to be nice and friendly, but it was also super gross! As soon as he left to get my order, I heard the sound of a lot of high heels on the tile floor. I looked over to see a sea of girls in pink leaving one of the theaters. HOLY SHIT! THERE WAS WILLOW!! My heart started to race and I tried to look away. I don’t know why, but I was terrified of her recognizing me! I pulled off my phone to try to seem less suspicious and the first thing that popped up was Kiara’s post of us. Oh god! SHE TAGGED ME! I’m screwed! I just hope Willow doesn’t check her Instagram for long enough that it’ll be way down her feed!

Finally, the guy came back with our order. I grabbed the stuff and almost started to run just to freeze. Oh no! Her and her friends stopped by the women’s restroom! I’m going to have to walk right past her to get to the theater! Oh no! I couldn't just stand there so I started off, just hoping that their conversation about the movie would be enough to keep her attention so she didn’t start looking around and see me. My heels clicking loudly, signaling my approach to her. SHIT! She looked over right at me! But she looked right back at her friends! I don’t think she recognizes me! But she did a double take! Looking at me up and down! I feel so vulnerable in this short skirt and these tall heels! I walked as fast as I could, keeping her in the corner of my eye as I walked. But my pace was slow. I didn’t want to drop anything as I struggled to move smoothly in the heels. Of course, the only way I could manage that was to sway my hips as I walked. And just as I was passing her, I saw her reach into her bag and pull out her phone. I walked as fast as I could. My heart was racing so fast I thought it just might pop out of my chest! Oh god I hope she doesn’t check her Instagram!! The first thing she'd see was Kiara's post of us!

I felt very little relief as I rounded the corner, glad to be out of her sight but knowing that she only had to take a few steps to see me again, let alone chase me down. My heart still thumping as I walked down the long hallway. Of course, we were in the farthest theater! I was feeling slightly better the further down I went. And once I finally entered, my heart was slowing down but my mind was still racing. I sat next to Kiara, who looked concerned. “Are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost!” She whispered over the final adds. 

Still breathing kind of heavily, I whispered back, trying not to lose it. “Worse, I saw Willow!” She looked at me shocked! “What!? Really!? What did she say??!” “She didn’t say anything! I was getting the stuff when she came out of a theater and stopped with friends in front of the bathroom. I had to walk past her to get here! She looked at me, twice! But she didn’t say anything or even make a face or anything. But I’m still freaking out!” I was trying so hard to be quiet, but it was really hard. 

“It’s OK! She probably just liked your outfit! There’s no way she could know it was you!” Kiara said, trying to calm me down. “Are you sure?!” I was so worried. “Yes, not just relax and enjoy the movie! OK?!” Her soft soothing whispers helped to calm me down. I just nodded my head trying to calm myself. The reminder came on to silence your phone, Kiara opened her purse to check her phone. “oh” I heard her say quietly to herself. I looked over. Willow had liked her post and commented. “Looking good Doll, I’d love to meet your Barbie!” 

It felt like my heart stopped. Oh my god. I’m screwed. I rushed to check it myself. I had a dm. I was almost too scared to look. It was from Willow. 

“Hey Barbie girl!! Who knew you could look so pretty! I’ll catch you after your movie! Btw Nice skirt! It hardly covered your perky girly ass as you walked by in those tall sexy fuck me pumps!”

My heart sank. Kiara laughed. “Oh my god! Well she’s not wrong, it hardly does cover your butt!” “That means she recognized me! Kiara, I’m so screwed! There goes my chances of ever being with her!” I was crushed, I could almost cry. “It’s going to be so entertaining to see her after this!” Was all Kiara could get out before the movie started and the theater erupted in applause!

I could hardly focus the whole time. I was a twisted mess just going over what had happened and what was going to happen over and over again in my head. I just wanted to check my phone the whole time, hoping it was all just my imagination. My panic clearly didn’t stop Kiara from enjoying herself though. 

It was a good movie and all, but I could hardly pay attention. I was a nervous wreck! I looked down at my body, and just saw that of a beautiful trendy girly girl. I didn’t even look like a boy. Willow is never going to be interested in me now. I had to pee but was terrified to leave. What if she was still in the theater waiting for me? No, that’s silly, it’s been over an hour! She’s not going to just stand there for that long, right?

I got up as quietly as I could. I tried to slide down the row of people as quietly as I could. But my heels clicked loudly with each step. Everyone’s attention turned to the slutty blond Barbie heading off to the bathroom. As I made my way in the dark, I tried not to fall or stick my butt in the face of the people behind me. Several times my ass got slapped or grabbed. Each time I turned to see some guy sitting there with this big grin on his face. The girl he was next to seemed to into the movie to notice. Finally, I got out of the row and down the walkway.

I paused at the door, looking out to see if Willow was in sight before I left. Fortunately she wasn’t. I rushed to the bathroom as quickly as I could. I walked past the girls' bathroom at first but stopped. I looked down at myself, there was no way in hell I was going into the men’s room looking like this! Who knows what could happen!! I entered the women’s room and found an empty stall. I pulled my panties down to pee and I checked my phone. One new message. 

I was almost too scared to look. But I couldn’t not see it either. I opened it, it was from Willow. “Don’t you dare try to sneak your girly little ass out! Me and my girlfriends are shopping. When the movie is over, meet me at the Starbucks across from the theater. I’ll be waiting! You better look pretty!”

It felt like my heart was in my stomach. How is this happening to me? It is bad enough that she saw me, now she wants to humiliate me?! I finished peeing and pulled my panties back up. I checked my skirt and then went to wash my hands. I looked at myself in the mirror. I just saw a stunning beautiful woman staring back at me. She looked so cute, I’d love to date her! Too bad that’s exactly what I looked like. I noticed my skirt and top were still nice and neat. I opened my bag and reapplied my lip gloss. I did look pretty. I felt pretty. Unfortunately, that’s the reason no girl will ever want me.

I walked back into the dark theater, and shuffled past the row of people. Each guy I passed grabbed my ass, same as before. They clearly weren’t paying any attention to the movie. I found my seat next to Kiara and sat down. Too worried to really watch the rest of the movie. As it was clearly ending, I started to panic! It can’t be over so soon! I don’t want to go see Willow!! 

Kiara looked at me with excitement. “This is going to be hilarious! Let’s go see Willow! I can’t believe she’s going to meet the real you!” She teased. “This isn’t the real me!” I argued back as we both walked out of the row, the clicking of our heels blending in with all the other girls. “Yes it is! You look like a girl, you sound like a girl, you move like a girl! When you wear your clothes you just look like a girl who’s just wearing boy's clothes! And since Brianna and I met you, you have been dressed as a girl at least half the time, if not more!” She laughed as we walked. Our heels clicking and hips swaying in unison. The sway of our vinyl skirts makes us seem even more like sexy girly girls.

“That’s not true!” I tried to deny it, but I was thinking it over as I said it, and she might actually be right. “Let’s see, pretty much every time you are at one of our houses for a sleep over, we have made you dress like a girl. Then there’s when we dance, and you are dressed like all the other girls. There’s the bets we make, like this one. All the random days we demand you dress up with us and you just do it. Every single Halloween and Halloween related event. Even at school dances we made you wear a dress and go with us girls! Hell you ligitmently have girls clothes in your closet plus your own makeup!” She shot her comments at me with aggressive confidence. She knew she was just stating facts, and that I couldn’t argue with her.

I racked my brain for a response. But I couldn’t come up with some clever excuse as to why those statements are true. “Well that’s only because you two are my best friends. And that’s what friends do!” I tried my best to sound confident, but we both knew that was a pathetic response. The stress of this conversation was helping me from keeping my mind on meeting Willow, and I just had hoped that Kiara had forgotten. As we exited the theater building, I started to walk the opposite way from the Starbucks. “Where are you going Barbie? We both know we are going that way.” She pointed at the Starbucks. 

“How did you know?!” I questioned. “Willow messaged me, I checked it when you went to the bathroom. She wanted to make sure I didn’t let you chicken out. Now be a good friend and walk that girly butt of yours over to Willow so I can laugh my ass off!” She demanded as she stood there still pointing. I hung my head and started to walk to Starbucks. It wasn’t a far walk, maybe even less than a minute, but it felt like an hour. My heart raced as Kiara laughed. “What do you think she’ll say!? What do you think she’ll do!? I can’t believe she saw you!!…” 

I couldn’t even respond as she continued, my mind felt frozen from the fear I was experiencing. My feet felt as heavy as bricks and it was only Kiara’s insistence that kept me going. I felt so defeated, I just wanted to cry. I have never felt the way I feel about Willow with any other girl before. I guess that’s what I get for getting my hopes up. Kiara opened the door and I slowly stepped in.

My eyes franticly scanned the whole shop. Trying to both find Willow and also avoid her at the same time. And at first she didn't seem to be there. I looked around again, my eyes were only met by the stairs of everyone in the room. They were all looking at the two beautiful young girls dressed very trendy, but also kind of whorish, who just stood there right in the doorway. I took a few more steps forward. Looking frantically. But I didn’t see her. Oh my god, did she not show up?! Was this luck or tragedy?! I then heard the sound of the door opening behind me. I turned and there she was, standing in the doorway, trapping us in the Starbucks. I just stood there, so terrified to move, staring at her.

She looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing black leather thigh high boots with a 4 inch heel. She was wearing a small light pink leather dress that was backless. A small diamond choker around her neck. Her makeup was done to perfection. Her large pouty lips were light pink. Her long lashes perfectly mascaras and her dark black eye shadow completed the seductive look. Her black hair was done in big curls. She had a small light pink leather bag that matched the dress over one shoulder and her long white nails held her cropped black leather jacket. Even in my 6 inch pumps she was still taller than me. 

“Well don’t you look so cute my little Barbie girl!” She said in a kind of sexy flirty way. “Why don’t you two join me outside, let’s talk!” She said and she stepped back holding the door wide open. Kiara went first, I timidly followed. “You look so beautiful Willow!” Kiara added in her bubbly, friendly voice, as we walked to a table on the side of the building. “Thank you! You look incredible too!” Willow replied in a matching voice, and then she looked at me with a large grin. “But you! Wow, what a surprise! It’s so refreshing not to see you playing dress up as some boy!” She almost laughed. Of course, this made Kiara laugh hard. “I know right! He’s always looked like a girl! Boy's clothes clearly don’t even fit his little girly body!” Kiara couldn't hide how funny she found this. 

“I know right! He makes a perfect girl! Not just that, but a pretty, sexy girl too! Did he shave his legs?” Willow could hardly contain her excitement. But she still spoke in her slow, soft, sexy voice. “Nope! “She’s” naturally hairless! Can you believe it! Not even a single facile hair either!” Kiara was loving this. I, on the other hand, just wanted to disappear and die. “Oh my god! That’s precious!” Willow could hardly get out, her hand covering her mouth from the shock and excitement. 

“We’ll go on! Give use a twirl! Let her see all of you!” Kiara demanded as she laughed. I didn’t want to, everything inside of me was screaming NO! But for some reason I just slowly turned all the way around, showing all of me dressed as this Barbie slut. They both laughed! “Oh she’s a perfect girl from every angle!” Willow giggled! I just stood there with my head hung as they laughed for a while. I wanted to run away. But I couldn’t, it was like my heels were glued to the floor. 

Once they settled down, I couldn’t look up, I couldn’t speak. It’s like if I was to do a single thing I would just start to cry. “I absolutely love this! Wow, she is so pretty! I mean I’ve always felt she was pretty, but to see her dressed up, I’m obsessed! Thank you so much for making this happen Kiara! This has made my day!” As Willow spoke you could hear the joy in her words. I shot a confused, angry look at Kiara. “What!?! You planned this!?” I almost yelled at Kiara, my girly little voice quaking, trying not to cry.

“Hold on there Barbie girl! Before you get mad, let me explain!” Kiara shot back in defense. “No Bailey, don’t be upset with Kiara, please. Allow ME to explain. Please?” Willows soft soothing voice captivating me. I was still upset, but also very confused at this point. “Fine.” I could hardly get out. 

“Well, you see, Kiara and I have kind of known each other from cheer friends for a few years. And I’ve followed her on Instagram and had often seen her posts with Brianna and this third, pretty, girl. And sometimes it was them two and that same girl, but dressed like a boy. But every time it was tagged the same name, Bailey. I was confused but interested in what was going on. Then, when I saw you in my class, I thought I recognized you immediately. But I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to be weird and ask you! I’d be so embarrassed if I was wrong! So I messaged Kiara literally as soon as the first class let out. Of course, I didn’t want to just jump in to all of my questions, so I started small. I asked if her friend Bailey went to our community college. Then, what classes was she taking? And when she told me, I knew for sure that it was you! But I had so many of my questions were still unanswered.” She spoke so kindly and softly, her voice just drawing me in. 

“So I started asking more and more about who you were. Were you a girl? I was so surprised to hear you were actually a boy. Well surprised and delighted.” She paused for a moment as she smiled. I was just more confused. “Delighted?” I softly spoke. 

Then,“Yes!" She happily exclaimed! "I guess I should explain. So, growing up, I had crushes on girls. Like hard crushes. I’ve always been attracted to how a girl looks. Especially a girly girls. As I got a little older, like Jr high, I even kissed a few girls, just experimenting. I really liked it. But then the thought of their lady parts, well, I didn’t feel the same way. I wasn’t interested in doing that to a girl, but I didn’t dislike the thought of a girl doing that to me. Then, as I entered high school, lots of boys started giving me attention. I was on the cheer team, all the girls had lots of boyfriends. I hadn’t thought much about guys up to that point. I always thought they could be good looking. But they didn’t give me the same butterflies in my stomach the way girls could. But since all the other girls have boyfriends, I thought id have one too. Lots of guys had asked me out before, so I waited for the next one to. I'd say yes as long as he wasn't ugly. The next cute guy asked me. He was shorter than me, with scrawny, thin, soft features. But I said yes. He was nice, and kissing him was nice, but not the same as kissing a girl.” I listened confused and clearly showed it. 

“Then one of the older jocks asked me out, so I dumped the first guy and said yes to him. He was taller than me. Strong, good looking. But kissing him wasn’t as good as the first guy. Then he wanted more. I felt pressured to do more, all the other girls had, or at least said they had. So I did more. It turned out I really like dicks. Especially big dicks. Sucking them, getting fucked by them. I loved it. I became quite the party girl. Very popular with the boys and had turned into quite a little cum slut for them. But I wasn’t fully satisfied by that. I realized I didn’t care much for the guys. None of them ever really excited me. Not that they weren’t handsome, good looking guys. They all were.” I was getting really uncomfortable hearing what she was saying and had no idea why she was telling me this. She could see that on my face. 

She smiled but kept going. “You see at the parties I’d come up with any excuse I could to make out with one of the hot girls. It was pretty easy, most girls would just go along with it. I just loved kissing their soft lips, the feel of their lip gloss. I loved running my hands over their sexy feminine bodies. They would get me all horny and then I would go off and let some guy fuck me to finish me off. But I didn’t really want them. I wanted that soft, pretty, sexy girl.” 

She then looked down. She seemed shy, not her usual strong confident demeanor. It was obvious she was a little embarrassed by what she was about to say. “Then one day I learned about sissy’s. Girly boys. Boys that looked exactly like girls. I was immediately interested. I wanted to learn more. But most of it was just some fetish. Just something that would only happen when they were horny, and would end when they were done. It was like a game, not a lifestyle. Most weren’t woman thew and threw. Then I learned about trans women, but most were interested in men. Total cock sluts desperate to worship every dick and give it absolute pleaser and get denied their own! I loved it! But I was kind of disappointed knowing they wouldn’t want me. But I really wanted to meet one! One that was moldable, one that was into woman too. I had to see how I would feel about one. You are actually what sparked that in me. Kiara and Brianna’s posts of you is what got me looking at that stuff in the first place. And then, just like that, there you were in my class!” I was shocked to hear what she was saying. 

She seemed even more hesitant to share, she seemed vulnerable. But it was clear that she had to say this, whether she wanted to or not. “I had to know more about you. Kiara and Brianna were happy to share all about you. The more I learned, the more fascinated I became. How they have always thought of you as a girl, how you act like a girl, move like a girl. And how they often make you dress like a girl. That you even compete on their dance team as a girl, and no one has ever known! And then seeing and talking to you in class, confirming everything they were saying. Hearing your little girly voice, and studying your flawless feminine movements. Searching for any sign of masculinity and not seeing a single thing. I had to ask Kiara if you were into girls or guys. And that’s when they shared you had a little crush on me! It over joyed me!” She smiled, but her vulnerability was still very obvious.

 “But I didn’t know how to talk to you about it. I realized I’d had a crush on this beautiful girl who was actually a boy since I was in Jr high! I wanted to see HER! I didn’t know how to get to see you not wearing those silly boy clothes, and in something pretty instead. I had to see this girly version of you in person! I had to understand my feelings. And then Kiara and Brianna both came up with this very fun idea to trick you into meeting me dressed up. I had actually invited them to see the movie with the girls. We had become kind of close recently with talking about all of this. And they thought of this! It was brilliant! And look at you! You’re even prettier in person! I can’t believe it!” She was clearly holding back tears. Both from excitement, and from fear of opening up to me. I was just stunned in shock. I didn’t know what to say or think or anything!

“I’m sorry for tricking you, and for putting all of this on you like that! I know it’s kind of creepy. But I just had to. I was tearing myself apart inside. Kiara and Brianna said you’d understand.” She could hardly get the words out. I could tell my silence was scaring her. 

“Wow, that’s a lot to take in Willow! I’m not sure how I feel about all this. Flattered? Confused? Tricked? Relived? Terrified? I'm not really sure what to feel, or what to say? Or what’s happening exactly?” I struggled to get the words out as I struggled to process what was just told to me, what was going on. 

Kiara cut in, clearly in defense of Willow. “Listen Bailey, what Willow is trying to say is, will you be interested in being Her GIRLFRIEND?! Or at least go on a few dates with her while you’re dressed like, well this!” As she motioned up and down at me. “Is- is this true Willow, you want to go on a date, with me, as a girl?” I could hardly get it out. My head was spinning because of what was going on. I could hardly comprehend it. This tall, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous woman who is usually so strong and confident, was almost a crying mess. All she could do was shake her head yes. She couldn’t even look at me, terrified of my response. 

I took a second, just one to think about it. At first, this seemed like so much to be asked of me. But then I thought about how I was dressed at this very moment. It hardly took anything for Kiara to convince me to look like this. Hell, I’ve probably spent half my life dressed like a girl, or at least wearing something that was made for a girl. And I really did like her. If simply doing my hair and makeup and slipping into a skirt was all it took to get to know her, then I guess that wasn’t the end of the world. 

“I’d LOVE to go on a date with you, Willow!” I softly spoke with a nice smile. “Really?!” She seemed almost too shocked to believe that I agreed. “Yes!” I simply replied. This pushed her over the edge and she started to cry. Some of them were defiantly happy tears. This made Kiara tear up too and they hugged each other. This was clearly a big deal. And I stood there realizing that if I was going to spend a bit more time as a girl then I had thought. 

Once they both finally calmed down, all I could see was Willows Willow's beautiful smile. Kiara then chimed in “I’m going to leave you two ladies alone then. Bailey, you be a good girl to Willow, she’s a sweetheart and deserves a nice time!” She said sternly to me. “Willow sweetie, if she gives you any trouble at all, just let me know. Brianna and I will put her in her place! But I’m sure she’ll be just fine, she’s a sweetheart.” Kiara snickered as she looked at me. She hugged Willow again. Then she hugged me. “Have fun, enjoy your first date ever! I can’t wait to hear all the details! I’m so proud of you! Please be a well behaved girl for her. You have no idea how hard all of this has been for her!” she whispered joyfully in my ear.  As she started to leave, then stopped. “Willow, you can give her a ride home, right? Also, have fun! You can dress her however you want! After all, she’s your Barbie doll now!” She laughed as she left. 

Willow smiled as she still dabbed the tears from her eyes. “So what would you like to do?!” I asked with nervous excitement. This isn’t what I pictured I'd be wearing on my first date. But I did feel pretty, and Willow seemed to like it, so I guess it’s not that bad! Willow was still collecting herself. She was sniffling as she pulled out a compact and checked her makeup. As soon as she seemed satisfied with how she looked, it was like she transformed back into her confident, strong-willed self. “Let’s get a coffee and get to know each other. I’ll buy.” She said in such a sure, smooth way. She walked past me, without waiting for a response, like she owned the world. Her hips swaying as she did, I was completely mesmerized! “Sounds great!” I chimed in as I quickly followed after her. She held the door open for me and I walked in, our heels clicking loudly in the quiet coffee shop, causing people to look up at us. She walked in confidently and put her hand around my waist, like a guy would typically do to a girl. “Get whatever you’d like!” She said with her quiet confidence! She spoke and moved like royalty! “Oh, thank you! That’s very sweet! You carry yourself like a Queen! It’s a little intimidating!” I said sheepishly, with a kind smile on my face. 

She looked down at me with a matching smile. She clearly took my compliment the way it was intended. “Then I guess that makes you my princess! Who knows, maybe if this goes well I’ll even let you worship me.” She whispered in her naturally seductive voice, causing butterflies in my stomach.  And I couldn’t help but blush. She seemed to like that response. I wasn’t sure if it was just the thought of being with her that I liked. Or was it also the thought of being her girlfriend that I liked too?  

I ordered my drink, and she ordered hers, then we sat down in the back corner of the store where there wasn’t anyone. We talked briefly as we waited for the coffee. When our order was called, I offered to get them. As I walked I found myself swaying my hips a little extra as I walked, really moving my ass side to side. I hoped she couldn’t take her eyes off of me the whole time. I figured if she’s serious about likening me like this, then I’d better give her a show. I grabbed our order and the man who had made our drinks said “Hey cutie! What are you and your friend doing later tonight? You want to hang out?” He said as he fucked me with his eyes. “That’s very kind of you, but we’re busy.” I took our drinks and turned to see Willow staring at me with this lustful sultry look. She was clearly aroused. I did my best to walk back as sexy as I could. I guess it’s a good thing I’ve spent most of my life dancing and moving as a sexy girl. I’ve gotten pretty good at it!

As I sat down, Willow asked. “What did the man say?” “He asked if we would want to go on a date with him later. I told him no thank you.” I replied a little embarrassed. “How interesting.” She replied clearly deep in thought about what I said. “It’s amazing how no one would ever guess you’re a boy. To be honest, I’m even doubting that you are! You don’t look or act like one in any way!” She seemed amazed, but I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. 

She then shifted to another topic and we just sat and talked for hours. We laughed and talked about very serious stuff to silly light stuff. Past experiences, future goals. I don’t really have any. I have literally no clue what I want to do. I guess something to do with dancing, it’s kind of all I know. She wants to model. I told her I thought she could. She’s absolutely stunning! Then, in what seemed like no time at all, the guys told us they were going to close the shop in a few minutes! “Wow it’s ten already!? The last few hours just flew by!” I said to her as we started to clear our table.

We walked out to her car, holding hands, the unison of our heels clicking echoed through the parking lot. I was actually really happy with how this had gone. Most of the time I had just forgotten I was even dressed this way. I even reapplied my lip gloss after we had coffee without even thinking about it. I guess I’m more dressed like a girl much more than I realized. We stopped just before her very nice white BMW. Her parents were very wealthy I had learned. She stood there looking down at me, she put her hand gently on my cheek and leaned in for a kiss. OH MY GOD, MY FIRST KISS!! I was so excited! I gently kissed her back. The feeling of her big soft lips made me get hard instantly as the sticky feeling of lip gloss smoothed the sensation. I loved this! It was some of the most aroused I’d ever been! We made out for maybe a minute or so. It felt like a year and a nano second all at the same time! It was so incredible. She then slowly pulled back, and stared into my eyes. I stared back. The joy and arousal clear on my face. “You even kiss like a girl! I have never felt that way kissing a boy before!” She spoke so soft and sweetly. “Are you sure you’re not tricking me?” She said as she reached her hand down to the front of my skirt. 

She could feel my very small hard dick under the vinyl of my pink skirt. This caused me to start producing precum! I can’t believe she touched me there!!! My fist kiss and she touched me there!! OH MY GOD!!! “Oh wow, you sure are a tiny little thing! Is that as big as it gets?” She said, still keeping her hand over my skirt, gently rubbing as if to encourage it to get bigger. Her body was close to mine and her arousal clearly growing. Despite what she was saying, I was the horniest I’d ever been! “Yes.” I could hardly whisper both from arousal and embarrassment. “I guess we can make your little micro dick work. It's probably part of the reason why you make such a convincing girl!” She said seductively and then started to make out with me as she kept rubbing my little cock over my skirt. I felt so weak, small, humiliated, sexy, and aroused all at once!  

What a sight this must have been for anyone walking by! Two sexy sluts touching and kissing each other in the parking lot! I felt myself getting closer to cumming! Suddenly she stopped. “Get in the car princess!” She commanded sweetly as she then rushed around to the driver's side. Felt so horny and confused as to why I liked her calling me that?! But I wasted no time and hurried to get into the car, flattening my skirt under me and my knees together as I sat. Something any normal girl would do. Willow noticed and only seemed to get more turned on. She clearly liked that I behaved like a girl. 

As soon as both doors closed, she demanded, “Lift up your skirt! I want to see it!” This all felt so fast! So sudden! But I did as I was instructed and wrapped my long pink nails over the hem of my skirt and slowly pulled it up from my body, my knees parting slightly as I did. I realized that’s the way a girl would do it too. Willow seemed mesmerized by the small miniature male gentiles hardly showing in the white girly panties. She reached her hand over and placed them on my panties. Only the thin cotton of my thong separated her from touching me. I could feel the warmth of her and she could feel the wet from my precum. 

“You’re so horny aren’t you?” Her sexy voice echoed in my ears. “Yes” is all I could get out from my arousal. She smiled “I can see you’re wet too! So am I! Well it’s only fair I show you mine.” She then took my small hand and guided it between her legs, as she pulled up the hem of her leather dress to show me her black panties. She placed my manicured finger tips over top of her panties. I could feel how wet she was. I could feel the shape and size of her pussy. This only turned me on even more! 

She gently started to move my girly finger back and forth over her panties and softly moaned. She was clearly loving this. After only a few seconds of this tease she slid her panties aside and placed my dainty girly finger right on her clit! I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING! This is the farthest I’ve ever gotten with a girl before! She directed my finger exactly how she wanted to be touched for a short while, then stopped when she thought I’d gotten the hang of it. She then reached over and started to make out with me as I gently fingered her dripping wet pussy. 

I was loving this! I was so turned on I could hardly handle it! She reached down and gently rubbed the head of my cock with one finger over my skirt. Mimicking the movements I was doing to her as we kissed passionately. She suddenly stopped and pulled her lips away slightly and started to moan loudly as she started to cum! I didn’t stop what I was doing and just rubbed her clit over and over again. Her finger tip gently resting on my pink vinyl skirt, just over the tip of my desperate cock. After what must have been a while, and was clearly an incredibly intense orgasm, she gently moved my hand from her pussy. She could hardly get out any words, but managed to mumble something like “that was one of the greatest orgasms of my life.” And then went back to kissing me for another minute or so. No longer teasing my cock. She then seemed slightly rejuvenated and asked me to drive. I agreed and we switched sides. 

As I drove, Willow rested quietly, clearly in the aftermath of an incredible orgasm. I thought about what had just happened! I was shocked and aroused as to how my day had gone! I got my first kiss, got touched by a girl for the first time, touched my first pussy, and made a girl cum for the first time, all on my first ever date! I was dressed like a slutty girl the whole time though. But so was she! I guess I could be ok with this for a little while! It still felt a little strange. But I really liked Willow. I don't know how I feel about being a girlfriend though...

-Katierosedreams Og Cap

[one-annon]

Can you write a Stu/Sidney story? The actors that played them dated for 3 years in real life.

oohh!!! i actually didnt know that!! as a guy who loves behind the scenes stuff that's so cool! did you know that black christmas (1974) inspired scream and halloween?

I've never heard of stu/sydney but I think it's quite interesting..thank you for your request!

I imagine this is placed before stu and casey dated...maybe an au where billy hasn't joined the gang yet? I imagine stu is a better student overall before billy - he's able to keep his violent thoughts to himself! sydney keeps him well behaved dw

I know this one is a little all over the place..I had an idea and lost it

Stu/Sydney drabble

stuart was a rather well put together student. he may have been loud and obnoxious but that's just because he's a theater kid. he's always been taught to "project his voice".

he was still shy though. he had a very tight circle of friends. three girls and one other boy. casey, tatum, randy, and sidney. beautiful sydney. sidney who helped him with his math homework. sidney who patiently listened to his horror movie rambles.

he was really lucky to be dating a girl like her. tatum always said he could get any girl he wanted just from his money alone. and she was right. he's had a few girls ask him out. he's always politely declined..aka he pulled sidney right to his side and said "sorry, ive got a super cool girlfriend!"

he meant it too. stu was utterly in love with the brunette. usually he preferred blondes but..god, he couldn't help himself. she kept him under control. calm. she kept his..meaner thoughts at bay. she helped him feel normal.

of course he still couldn't get the thoughts of gutting someone out of his head. that's why everytime he felt the need to totally ruin someone's life via head bashing he would invite his partner over for a movie night.

which is how they ended up cuddling on stus couch. sidney had herself sprawled out over stus long body, one leg hanging off of the couch. the taller had his arms wrapped around sidneys waist, holding her as close as he could. he always enjoyed their cuddling sessions. her long hair gave him something to play with.

currently the duo was watching hellraiser - one of stus favorite movies. he was trying to get his mind clear and sid was trying to mentally clear her mind for the copious amounts of studying she's gotta do for her math exam when she's home. unfortunately, stu being the clingy bastard he is, is most likely going to keep her deep into the late night hours. he always tried to keep her over as long as he could. tried his best to spend as much time as he could with her.

sidney was grateful for how hard stuart tried for her. he brought her flowers, chocolates, matching socks..he was a goofy guy. she had always hoped for someone a little goofy to balance out her serious nature. someone she could be a little weird with.

sure, stuey got plenty of heart eye looks and sidney got a few glares from girls but it was just a good bragging factor. how many people can say they dated the stuart macher (aka the richest kid in the neighborhood) junior year of highschool? not many.

sidney was spoiled rotten by her boy. whether it be a cute gift, a kiss or three, parallel play (stu LOVED watching a movie while she studied), acts of service, or just simply spending quality time with her like this. they would try their best to meet up for movie nights every week or so.

this week though, they've been too busy with their own things to have a movie night. stus been handling rehearsals, helping with costumes, and balancing signing up for jobs. his parents wouldn't handle his money forever. plus he was bored just sitting around! he needed shit to do! sid on the other hand, had been studying for various exams, not to mention helping stu and the rest of the theater department with makeup.

they were a great duo with theater. makeup and costumes. not to mention them both being actors. usually sid would take the smaller roles but occasionally she got a larger character to play.

they always would talk about the costumes and makeup in horror movies. how "those pins must've taken hours to get in" or "that costumes looks like it would be in the bdsm section of spencers". whatever it was they were watching they always had something to say. especially stu.

there wasn't a movie they didn't watch where that boy didn't say some sort of fact about it. "did you know gunner hansen had only dyed shirt for leatherface the entire time they filmed?" was a very popular one. they've watched that stupid movie so many times that sidney has personal beef with the victims.

she always comments about how stupid all of the victims in any horror movie are and stu replies with the same line. "it's a horror movie! what fun would it be without stupid people?"

even if they banter back and forth about it, they always end with a laugh and a kiss. there was truly no reason to fight over something so idiotic.

just like any night, stu would fall asleep on the couch under the weight of his princess. she was just perfect to be his personal weighted blanket and he loved it. usually stu would have trouble sleeping but his nights with sidney were always full of restful sleeping.

thankfully he needed the rest tonight. they both did. stu was a perfect pillow for sidney. he may not have womanly chest pillows (as he called them) but he did have some gut in his stomach. just the right amount for a comfortable sleep.

would they wake up to their alarm tomorrow morning? no, probably not. but that's okay. sidneys internal alarm will wake them up. well..her up. stu would wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs.

he was always a breakfast kinda guy. usually he had a sandwich for lunch and some extravagant meal for dinner but he didn't have to worry about that now. sidney would make him breakfast. it's not like they would get in trouble, his parents were out and sidneys dad trusted him. they were happy, a good couple. man I really hope a guy who probably hasn't showered in 3 years with a middle part and mommy issues doesn't come along to ruin it all. that sure would be quite a shame. would make a great movie though.

[alyjojo]

September 🏋🏽‍♂️ 2024 Monthly - Aries

Preshuffle: It’s like you can see a problem coming from a mile away and have plenty of time to prepare for it, you’re not even answering the phone 😆 Aries isn’t home.

Meditation: Some Devil 👺 in a costume laughing maniacally to a bunch of kids in costumes, it’s clearly Halloween. There’s a whole house decorated with spooky things and fog machines…planning early?

Main energy: 5 Cups rev

What’s going on in September:

10 Pentacles, Page of Wands rev, Knight of Wands rev, Knight of Cups rev & 6 Pentacles

First thing I heard was “these damn kids” and I died laughing 😂 Someone has them, and they’re the type to spring shit on you without asking, planning, or thinking of the practical elements involved - like there’s no way you’re buying a $300 costume for one night, they must be trippin’. Or they gave you an idea in July, you bought the thing, and now they’re changing their minds in September - you do not even care, they better go back to liking Peppa Pig because that’s what they got. Whoever and whatever is involved with you this month is getting the response of “Deal with it 😎” whether they like it or not. I’m also seeing forced family costumes, like everyone is dressing up as an Inside Out character and you don’t care how much they protest…they probably will.

Outside of children, this could be work or family members where everyone has gone their own way and someone in particular or (for most), you, are trying to wrangle everyone back together. One person doesn’t communicate with anyone and leaves everyone waiting for responses. Another person has a crazy relationship or intense commitments and they’re hard to get ahold of. A third person is kinda dreamy & delusional in your opinion, but what can you do? I don’t see you judging anyone (out loud), more like you just want everyone together again. It’s possible it’s always you doing this though, why can’t everyone else get their shit together for once? You’re the leader and director of this show, clearly, but…isn’t that what you want? Wouldn’t you be unhappy if you weren’t that person? Could be something to think about - for now though you’re questioning your role as in, do others reciprocate your efforts? And going from there. That’s fair 💜

Signs you may be dealing with:

Sagittarius, Capricorn, Cancer, Taurus & Aries

Oracle: ✨

29 Changes 🍁

Like ripples from the smallest drop of water in a pond, the smallest of changes in one’s life can bring about the greatest rewards. Think about changes you can make in your life. These do not have to be grand, sweeping changes. Judicious, small changes can add up to life changes after time. Think about small changes you can make now to add to your quality of life: clean out clutter, commit to walking every night after dinner, cut out processed food from your life. Alternately - big changes are coming your way.

Trust Your Path 🧭

Listen to intuition, seek direction, and embrace discovery. Answers reveal the journey within.

True Intentions 😏

Stay authentic and aligned, trusting your inner wisdom to guide you toward genuine fulfillment.

We enter into September as:

Righteous Raspberry 💅🏽:

“I have the same high standards for myself as I do for others.”

This is a message to lighten up! Notice your present attitude towards others. Perhaps you’re being too hard on yourself, and others as well. Allow others to be as they are. Supporting others around you creates allies. Watch your expectations, you could be setting yourself up for disappointment. You cannot be satisfied if you expect others to live up to standards you can’t even live up to. Besides, others are not you. Do it wrong, mess it up, have flaws. Trying to make the world perfect will only exhaust and alienate. Allow things to simply be. Look for what’s right in your world.

What is to be learned in September:

Royal Purple Brick 🧱

“She resists what she clings to.”

The fear of stepping out, of being abused, has grown so great that you no longer need a wall of fear to prevent you from living - a simple brick will do. Which of course symbolizes that what frightens you is much smaller than you imagine. What we resist, we cannot heal. Royal Purple Brick appears when we are resisting something, and may indicate a loss of faith. This is a sign of fear holding you back in some way and preventing you from moving forward. If you are experiencing pain, holding on tighter will only worsen the situation. Fear may also indicate you’re trying to save yourself from a path that will not serve you! Are you following your true passion? Is it divinely guided?

This can also indicate presently using your energy in a self-defeating way. Use your courage to let go of control and allow Spirit to come in and heal you. The promise of Royal Purple Brick is freedom after surrender. In letting go you may feel some discomfort, but you’ll also allow healing in. The fear of something is always greater than the actual event. This time period will be a life changing experience for you. Accept mystery. Release the brick and be free.

Purple may be a lucky color 💜

[sebsxphia]

Sebbie m'dear?? I come once again over the hills with a freshly baked blurb just in time for spooky season (lol). I can't believe it's already October and already the leaves around the house are turning those gorgeous colors. Even my littles at work are feeling the need to get spooky too (lol).

I'm still thinking alot about the whole "Rhett adopts Amy" trope with his lovely wifey!reader and with it already being spooky season, I think it's making it worse (lol).

The house is constantly smelling like fall with all the baked goods you and Rhett are making for the store you own with Cecelia and some family friends of yours, peanut butter and chocolate fudge, little rice krispie treats that look like trick-or-treat bags, cookies and little cakes that are shaped like pumpkins, coconut macaroons that look like mummies, sugar skulls with bright and intricate patterns that your neighbors sometimes put on their home altars or in the cemeteries for their loved ones, marshmallow ghosts and spiders and a whole bunch of others that make the house smell so good.

You keep plenty of fabric and materials in your supply closet and since things were a little bit tight that year before the cattle could be auctioned off, you decided to make Amy's Halloween costume. All year long she had wanted to be Cinderella so you made her the dress, the little gloves and the black choker (the only thing you worried about were her shoes but thank God she still had her Easter shoes which were perfect).

You and Rhett spent almost the whole last half of September and all of October getting the house ready for Halloween. You have a whole list of movies that you would watch together, but one of Rhett's favorites is "It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" (he used to watch it all the time with Royal when he was little and Royal has pictures of Rhett rolling this giant ass pumpkin up to the house with his little blue baby blanket in his tiny hands and ever since then, Royal jokes about how Rhett was actually Linus, lol).

You've made a ton of your Halloween decorations for both at home and at the store and love putting them out every year. You've got a ton of wool from the sheep so that leaves room for you to make little needle-felted decorations (I'm learning how to do it right now and it's soooo much fun and so relaxing). You've even made a little pumpkin patch with Jack and Sally in it and even a little Zero which Amy loves to play with, although she still has trouble switching on the little fairy lights that go with it.

Speaking of pumpkins, Rhett will gladly take Amy to go and get pumpkins to carve for the house porch and the store porch as well. Wes Redwood, his best friend since childhood, will often meet up with him and his two nephews he adopted, to go pumpkin picking. Amy even pulled a Linus when she picked the biggest pumpkin in the patch and couldn't get it through her secret hole in the fence, so she rolled it around the fence like a boulder and couldn't stop it before she got to the truck (lol).

Sebbie as always, thank you for taking the time to read these and add to them when you do, I can't appreciate it enough. 🥰🥰🥰🥰 🎃🎃🎃🎃

real time reactions of me reading this! you know, i love halloween and you know i love these soft thoughts! these made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, especially considering how shitty i feel rn my love. thank you so, so much for this! ilysm, mwah! 🥰💌💗

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

A/N: Here’s another from the inbox - Carmen and Vi’s smutty halloweekend! It’s not as detailed as other smut chapters, but still steamy! Thanks to all who have sent in fun prompts, I’m excited to get writing :)

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Chapter 24: Imposter

By the time Carmen and Vanessa rolled around to their second Halloween together, they’d been dating 16 months, and Carmen knew he was going to marry her.

He knew that for certain when she swung open the door to her condo for him, dressed head to toe like she was going to be working in his kitchen, only the shirt she wore underneath his blue apron was cropped to high heaven and her little spandex shorts were certainly not going to be protecting her from any oil pops.

Her feet were tucked into black Crocs, just like his kitchen shoes, and his tattoos had been carefully drawn on in black magic marker. He knew he had a hard time finding the chain necklace he wore nearly every day that morning, but now he knew she’d swiped it instead of it showing up in the dryer like it did from time to time.

“You’re late,” she smirked. “Don’t let it happen again,” she finished, brandishing with her metal spatula.

“Yes, chef,” Carmen smirked, closing the front door behind him. “Do a little spin for me, let me look at you.” He said, twirling one of his fingers in the air.

Vanessa did as he asked, spinning slowly and sweetly on her heel.

“Look at you all tatted up,” he grinned, gently moving her around to see how many she’d replicated.

“I’ve already got your next one planned,” she winked, “you can try to find it later.” She shivered slightly as his cold hands slid up her sides.

“No bra?” He asked, “baby, I don’t want Richie seeing your nips.” Vanessa laughed.

“I’m going to put a bra on,” she insisted, “and some proper trousers – just wanted you to see the ideal look before I changed.”

“Ideal look?” He asked, walking her backward through the foyer to the hall.

“Yeah, I ordered some shorties in your size, too, think this might be a good look for you at the restaurant,” she giggled, warping her body away from his hands as he nipped softly at her side.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he groaned, “how are we supposed to go anywhere with you looking like this, huh?”

“Car-my,” she sang, rolling her head to the side as he kissed his way up her neck. “Come on, we’re gonna be late,” she insisted.

“Nah, you can’t tell me we’re gonna be late when you greet me like this,” he replied, mocking her and walking her right into her bedroom.

“Seems more fitting for you to fuck me in the kitchen, huh?” She countered, batting her lashes.

“Trust me, there will be plenty of time for that,” he said, “for now, I think this will do just fine.” He turned her around to face her bed, hand sliding up from the small of her back to bend her gently over the edge of the mattress. “Tell me what you want, chef,” he said, leaning over her and squeezing her hips in his hands.

“Carmy,” she whined gently, pressing her body back into his. Carmen slid one hand down between her legs, feeling where she was hot and wet beneath his fingers. “Fuck me, please,” she pleaded as he fumbled to pull his cock out of his black sweatpants.

“Heard, chef,” he grinned to himself, mesmerized at the sight of his length slowly pushing his way in to her tight, wet heat.

An hour later, they were throwing back shots at The Bear alongside Ibrahim and Richie. Richie, donning a full sheriff’s costume, was all too glad to drape himself over Vanessa at any given chance.

She’d already forced Carmen to take a hundred photos of her all around the kitchen, mimicking him in a way she reassured was hero worship and not mockery. Carmen was happy to watch her be ridiculous, feeling rather at ease in his Chicago Cubs jersey and hat, two grease line stickers underneath each eye.

“Here, here, Syd,” Vanessa said, handing her phone over to her friend, who donned her own pilot costume. “Take one of me and Carmen - people aren’t going to be able to tell us apart.”

Vanessa buddied right up to Carmen, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to make her biceps look bigger.

“Twins,” Syd commented dryly, but with a smile on her face after all. “I certainly can’t tell who is who,” she kept snapping photos as Vanessa impeded further upon Carmen’s personal space, trying to look intimidating. Soon Vanessa abandoned her Carmen persona, throwing her arms around her boyfriend and pressing a big wet kiss to his cheek. “Oh come on,” Syd groaned.

Carmen gave Vanessa a squeeze, deliriously happy in this moment.

Another hour passed, with several more drinks down the hatch before Vanessa and Carmen readied themselves to leave for their next party at Nick’s bar with her college friends.

Vanessa danced around Carmen victoriously as she took home the Best Costume award, which was a big blue ribbon. He tried his very best to keep her hands out of his baseball pants in the back of their Uber.

“Hey, it’s a hundred dollar fee if I gotta clean your jizz off the seats,” the driver warned – only half-joking.

When they pushed the door open to Nick’s, they were greeted by a big group, Carmen excited to celebrate with his newfound friends. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and Vanessa’s inhibitions were long out the window.

Carmen watched as she flitted around the bar, celebrating with her friends and cooing over Gina’s pictures of Rosie dressed like a little bumblebee.

“Know what I want to be for Halloween next year?” She asked, returning to Carmen who’d posted up in a newly available barstool.

“What’s that, Ness?” He asked as she looped her arms over his shoulders.

“Your wife,” she grinned, pressing her hips into his.

“You don’t wanna be a chef anymore?” He asked, both hands braced against the small of her back. “Thought you liked being Carmen Berzatto,” he grinned, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Now I’m gonna be Mrs. Berzatto,” she simpered, the effect immediate as he could feel himself harden in his pants. And that’s how they ended up slinking away to the men’s bathroom, Vanessa propped up on the bathroom counter as Carmen pounded into her ruthlessly.

Vanessa giggled uncontrollably when her friends began slamming their palms on the door after they finished up as they re-dressed.

“I swear I’m gonna call the health department on myself if you two assholes do that again,” Nick warned, but wore a smile regardless. Carmen had one hand on Vanessa at all times, and as she handed over a shot of Jameson, he threw it back before they met for another steamy kiss.

“Ness, are you in heat, or what?” Gina asked with a laugh, twirling around in her Minnie Mouse dress.

“Fuck, I think I am,” she admitted, watching Carmen cheers a round with a group of the guys. “I just… everything he does makes me want him,” she groaned. “I swear this man makes me feral,” she sighed.

“When’s he moving in?” Gina asked. “It’s totally a socially acceptable time by now,” she finished.

“He hasn’t said anything,” Nessa shrugged, a little bit of the wind leaving her sails. “Maybe he doesn’t want to move in?” She asked.

“Nah, that’s not it,” Gina shook her head. “I’ve seen you date a handful of guys that liked you a lot, but that man is obsessed with you,” she added. “Take what you want, Vanessa,” she encouraged, “you always have – don’t stop now.”

Vanessa eyed her man – she did always get what she wanted – and right now, she wanted Carmen.

“Take me home,” she purred in his ear, wrapping herself around him from behind.

“That’s my cue,” he announced, all too happy to lead her out from the bar and into the back of a taxi.

“When we get home” she murmured, nuzzling into his neck, “I want to feel this,” she traced the bridge of his nose, “right here,” she guided his hands between her legs.

“Anything you want, chef,” he said, head swimming in her perfume and the last two tequila shots they took at Nick’s.

He made good on his promise, spending enough time with his face buried between her legs to bring tears to her eyes as she clutched his curls tightly. In return, she rode him until his eyes rolled back into his head.

The next morning was a slightly different story, the both of them waking up reluctantly. Carmen groaned, rolling into Vanessa and pulling her body closer to his from where she’d drifted away from him in the night.

“Are we dead?” He asked quietly, already hearing the change in her breathing and knowing she was awake.

“God I hope so,” she rebutted.

“Why did we drink so much?” He asked, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes.

“It was a really good idea at the time,” she moaned, pressing her face into his chest where it was bare from between the open panels of his Cubs jersey.

“I can’t believe I have to work tonight,” he sighed, finally willing his eyelids to open. “Baby your tattoos are everywhere,” he smiled., knowing a simple laugh would send him into a migraine spiral.

“Oh,” Vanessa looked down at her body with a frown. “I worked really hard on those,” she mumbled.

“Want me to get the rest in the shower?” He offered, brushing his hand down the back of her head gently.

“You go ahead, I’ll order coffee and meet you in there,” she said, pressing a kiss to his skin. They both rolled out of bed, Vanessa setting out to find her phone where she’d dropped it the night before in the living room.

After placing a ridiculously priced DoorDash order for Starbucks, she padded back to the bedroom and met Carmen in the shower. “Hold me,” she demanded softly, to which he was happy to comply.

“Good morning, Chef,” he murmured into her damp hair.

“Did’you like my costume?” She asked in reply, resting her head on his shoulder.

“The blue apron has never looked better,” he agreed, stroking a hand up and down the length of her spine.

“It was easy to pull together, all your stuff is here,” she said, pressing a light kiss to his neck. “I suppose maybe you have one or two things left at your place,” she traced a soft circle on his chest.

“Maybe one,” Carmen agreed, slowly rocking her underneath the warm spray of water.

“But you could always bring that one thing here,” she proposed softly. “Then all your stuff would be here,” Vanessa finished.

Carmen was quiet for a moment before pressing a kiss to her hairline.

“You asking me to move in?” He prompted quietly.

“It’s silly for you to pay rent,” she looked up at him through wet lashes that had just remnants of mascara from last night. “You’re here all the time.”

“So you’re trying to help me save some money?” He asked with a grin.

“It’s the economical thing to do,” she blinked, making him laugh. “And I just want you with me all the time,” she added. “I want your morning breath and your cold feet at night,” she elaborated. “Plus this way I can tell people I have a live-in chef.”

Carmen leaned down to press his lips to hers.

“I’d love to move in with you,” he mumbled.

“Plus, if you move in with me, we can shower together every day,” she tilted her head, “and you know how much I love it when you use the shower head on me.”

Carmen’s head dropped forward with a groan, slightly lightheaded as all the blood in his body ran to his cock.

“Come on,” she grinned, nipping at his jaw, “we’ve got twenty minutes till our coffees arrive.”

[itsladykit]

Trick-or-Treater Anon is back for a final treat, please! 🎃

Underswap and/or Swapfell!Red brother's for Halloween ♡

(If you feel generous, some Twistfell too please!♡ )

Happy Spooperween 2023!!

Many candies for you and some skellies! 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍭 🍬 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍭 🍬 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 💀 ☠️💀 ☠️ 💀

Late, but every day is Halloween in my house, so--

The first year they're on the Surface, Blackberry would insist on trick-or-treating. Yes, he's an adult, but he never got to do this! He's small enough and acts young enough that most people responded well to him, but he was given the "Aren't you a little old for this?" treatment by some jerks. After that first year, I think he really falls in love with the holiday. I could see him really enjoying haunted houses, and even working as a scare actor.

Twist...not so much. He likes the cute side of things--kids in costumes, "spoopy" stuff--but he hates the scary shit. It agitates his LV and overall just isn't fun for him. His fear response definitely falls on the "fight" side of flight, fight, or freeze, so he tries to stay clear of things that trigger him like that. (He doesn't want to be the guy who punches an innocent scare actor, after all.) So, he usually stays home, passes out candy, and maybe watches a "cute" Halloween movie. I think he may have tried a haunted house for his bro's sake, but the whole time, he had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't real, no one was actually going to harm him. And it was nothing but miserable for him. So he didn't try that again.

Blue isn't as enthusiastic about Halloween as many of the others. (He's more of a Gyftmas guy, I think.) I do think he likes an excuse for a party, though. ^_^

And Swap is mostly interested in the pumpkin spice everything and the candy. And he's very fond of the costumery. He favors cute over scary, and he makes his brother a costume every year. (He eventually starts making one for himself once he works through his self esteem issues.) Overall, though, he's a pass out candy and chill kind of guy.

Razz is a grump. He doesn't do Halloween, and is overall disgusted by the whole thing. (Some of this is self-directed frustration because he's got a sweet-tooth he resents, and he's always upset that Halloween marks the start of the holiday season, where sweets are too plentiful.) If he passes out anything (unlikely), it's apples.

Slim loves the whole idea, but he's not sure how to engage with it. He's too shy to spearhead anything himself, but he does want to participate. He's down for just about anything his friend group will get up to, though. I could fully see him finding a local ghost hunting group and engaging in the real scary shit, though--visiting graveyards, breaking into haunted houses, and conducting seances. This boy is delighted rather than scared by Halloween gore; if he wants a thrill, he needs something a bit more intense. (We'll assume ghosts are real in this 'verse--see Napstablook--but any that remained on the Surface after the war aren't like the ones that went Underground.)

Thank you for the fun asks!! ^_^ They really made my night.

[echonk3]

999 Week 2023 - Santa

actually got to put a bit of a major reference to last year's word for day 10 of the week, with the old ladies at the pottery class that santa attends. aka the outsider is one of those ladies

Your body may not work like it used to, it hasn’t in a long time, yet you still go to the weekly pottery classes like you’ve done for decades. You’re surrounded by your friends, old and new, both in age and how long you’ve known them. It’s been years since you’ve lost your partner, your soulmate who helped keep your home more lively and had joined you for these classes, and you both stay connected through it.

Like every once in a while, there’s somebody new. A young man with whiter hair than even you. There’s plenty of young people here, some younger like the boy who’s father brought him in to make something for his grandparents and some older like a woman who’s trying to find something new after her divorce.

He’s quiet but the grumblings he has when he makes mistakes are clear, commonly self-deprecating as if he couldn’t afford to make a mistake in the first place. Whenever you’re close enough, along with any of the other ladies around your age, you chide him for those remarks and try to give advice that more than not he takes. Usually his speed. 

“You’ll keep repeating those mistakes if you keep rushing,” you chuckle to him, and it’s like a switch flips, as if this sentence was the button that needed to be pushed for him to go slower from then on.

At one point, the instructor prompted what to paint, something rare but you guess Halloween brought out things like that. The prompt was what you fear. You had the common things, such as ghosts and witches and zombies that played things up for the younger ones. Others were more bleak, such as a dystopia and an empty bank that’s all too real to this generation, but the young man’s caught the instructor’s eye. 

“Ah! Aoi! How unique!” she had said. You look at it, with reds and oranges and yellows streaking upwards like flames, yet peaking out were pale pinks and darker purples, with occasional different blues and deep pinks. They were subtle, but stood out. It made you curious, but it wasn’t right to pry. All you could do is support him the best you could, especially as the month turned over to November and his demeanour became even more scowly and more jumpy, hunched over with what seemed like regret. It reminded you of one of your friends who had passed in recent years, back when he was a teenager and felt regret for not being able to stay with his girlfriend. Even if this seemed worse.

It lasted even until after December, a time where he simply missed multiple classes. He came back looking, as the kids put it, like complete and utter hell. Enough to make you tip off one of the younger gals in the group, who then tipped off the man who usually gets coffee for the ones who need it. At least with the coffee he seemed more calm. Until the end of the class where he got all but yelled at to get some sleep, especially by you and the older ladies who don’t care if he’s busy, he needs sleep and “goddammit if you don’t do it son, I won’t hesitate to go over to where you live and force you into bed.”

But after that, things seemed to get better. More open to people actually trying to help in ways that weren’t pottery and more open to bringing people around once in a while. Whether it be his sister, always open to talking who sees painting as a sort of therapy; his sister’s fiance who stays close to him and prefers “coffee as black as his soul”, to which Aoi laughs; a blond who he admits he doesn’t know very well but they get along and he wanted to branch out a bit, and he fits right in; and plenty of others, such as an ice cream man and a sarcastic girl with hair as white as his with the exception of orange roots. 

It’s a slow process that you get to watch, as he opens up and loses some of that darkness and regret in his eyes and posture, but it’s one that makes you smile and glad that he joined you all.