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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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SKZ Scarefest

District 9, everybody knows, is the most progressive district around. Technologically, politically, economically, legislatively, District 9 has developed at a much quicker speed than those districts that border it. But nobody thinks of District 9 in those terms - of course not. It’s known for its people. Or, perhaps a more fitting term would be, its inhabitants. For it’s very likely that those you may pass on the streets of District 9 are not like you and I. Not quite people at all.

ot8!skz x reader ft. itzy and various other idols, check individual fics for themes and warnings.

a/n: hey guys! I’m sorry that I’ve been completely silent recently, I’ve just been so busy with work and university etc but I’m back with a spooky little treat! I’ve recently gotten into Stray Kids and they’ve taken a special place in my heart, so I thought I’d celebrate it with this cute little series. I really hope you guys enjoy reading these fics as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. thank you to @silverlightprincess for proofreading all my work for me, I love you! x

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Moonlight

y/n likes the night shifts at the diner. She rarely gets any customers coming in, so it’s peaceful, and she can even sneak in a nap from time to time. But not tonight. No, probably not best to nap when, in the early hours of the morning, a pack of wolves walk in looking like hell.

werewolf!Chan x human!reader - comedy, fluff, very mild mentions of violence and gore, alpha Chan being soft

Prince of Hell

‘It’s just a bit of fun, to get us in the mood for Halloween! Nothing’s gonna come from it!’ Ryujin had said. And now there’s a Prince of Hell raiding y/n’s fridge.

demonprince!Minho x human!reader - comedy, sexual conversation, mild threat, slight corruption kink lmao

My Love is Come to Me

y/n’s a troublemaker. Everyone who’s ever met her knows that well. However... y/n’s definition of trouble isn’t quite what you’d expect. But what’s the harm in messing with humans? Hurting them a little? Or hurting them a lot? It’s only a bit of fun, right? Changbin doesn’t seem to think so.

demonhunter!Changbin x demonprincess!reader - comedy, angst, gore and violence, reader is a total bad bitch and Changbin is just tired™️

Blood Lust

Having a part time job whilst at university is standard, right? Babysitting, bartending, retail, hospitality? Well, y/n’s job is a little... different. Or maybe a lot different. Depends on whether you find being a hot vampire’s personal blood bag weird or not.

vampire!hyunjin x human!reader - smutty smut smut lmao, fluff, a little bit of angst ig, fwb type vibe except the benefits include Hyunjin feeding on y/n lol

Satiate

y/n needs to lose her virginity before her date with Sex God Seonghwa, and what better way than to enlist the help of a soft dom sex demon? Except the soft dom was fully booked, so she got a hard dom sex demon instead. But it’ll be totally fine. Right?

incubus!Jisung x human!reader - smut again, a little bit of comedy and fluff, jisung tries his hardest to be soft but it’s a struggle bc he wants to corrupt y/n lol I’m a slut for corruption kink

Fallen

Felix is an angel. Literally. Like, from Heaven. And he’s the best at being one. Never has he let temptation lead him astray. Never has he stopped before doing what is right. Never has he abandoned his assigned humans, even those that provide the most challenge. He’s never stepped a toe out of line, always kept his crush on a particularly annoying demon a secret. That is, until, he wakes up in the bed of said annoying demon with lipstick stains on his skin and his halo a little crooked.

angel!felix x demon!reader - discussion of sex but no actual smut, comedy, fluff, felix is more worried about losing his job as an angel than anything else lmao

Cursed

Seungmin is the best wizard in town. Poisoned by a pixie? Battered by a troll? Bitten by a were? Whatever the magical injury, Seungmin can fix it in the bat of an eyelid. So when y/n is cursed by a witch and needs his help, she expects to leave his lair curseless only a few minutes later. But her plan... doesn’t quite go to plan.

wizard!Seungmin x human!reader - comedy, y/n’s a bit of a spoilt brat and Seungmin is not down for it lol

Writing’s on the Wall

y/n’s job as a real estate agent has always been easy. Selling houses in District 9 has never been particularly difficult - people line up to live in the famed ‘Spooky City’ - and y/n just has the gift of the gab, meaning she’s got the highest number of sales in the company. But one house, she just can’t seem to shift. It could be the tiny box room on the third floor, or the slightly beaten down garden fence, or the ghost that scares away every family that comes to view the house. Yeah, it’s probably the ghost.

ghost!Jeongin x human!reader - comedy, angst, Jeongin will stop at nothing to make sure no one moves into his house and y/n is tired of it

Monsters

Jackson’s (in)famous Halloween party is finally here, after months of being hyped up, anticipated, and labelled ‘the Party of the Year’. He’s invited everyone who’s anyone - the guestlist is exclusive to say the least. Werewolves and vampires, wizards and witches, angels and demons (and demon hunters), living creatures and dead; magical folk of all kind are on their way to Jackson’s party on All Hallows Eve. Oh, and a few humans too.

ot8magicalcreature!skz x readers from all 8 fics - comedy, fluff, angst, basically just tying up the loose ends from all the fics with the setting of Jackson’s famed party lol

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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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Scarefest - Topper Thornton

Request: Can I request a topper imagine where he overhears the reader talking about doing Halloween festivities but the pogues don’t want to do anything so he offers to take her 🥺🥺🥺like a pumpkin patch or a CARNVIAL OMG with haunted houses I love Halloween lmao

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Topper came out of the gym in the country club, Kelce heading straight for the lockers to grab a shower, and stopped when he saw you down the hall at the smoothie bar, talking to the woman behind the counter. You had a uniform in the way of a pair of khaki colored pants and polo tee with the club insignia on it.

“You coming man?” Kelce called from the door to the locker rooms.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just grabbing a water.” He replied, “drank all of mine.”

“Whatever, but I’m not waiting around while you take five years to fix your hair.” Kelce joked, disappearing around the door before Topper could form any kind of comeback.

With him gone, Topper headed to the smoothie bar. He had seen you over the weekend at a party with your friends and he’d overheard you talking about Scarefest, something that none of your friends seemed even the slightest bit interested in. But overhearing it was like a godsend to Topper, he’d been trying to figure out how to ask you out without you completely shooting him down and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Not to mention, there were none of your pogue friends insight today, “Hey.” 

You looked up from your phone, surprised at the sight before you. “Uh, hey, Topper. Did you need something?”

While Rafe loved to make you run around the club on dumb errands for him, or send his food back a million times just so you could get in trouble, Topper seemed far more willing to just ignore your existence when you were there.

“No nothing, I was just...heard you mention like heading up to the farm this weekend for scarefest.” He said.

“I did mention it...to my friends.” You replied, emphasizing the word as a way to remind him that he was, definitely not, one of your friends. Besides, that had been Friday, at the boneyard, and it was Tuesday now. “Why?”

“I was just thinking if you still wanted to go, we could go together.” Topper suggested, leaning against the counter of the smoothie bar in a way that he hoped both made him look cool and showed off his arms. When you frowned and raised a skeptical eyebrow at him, he was tempted to turn right around and head back toward the gym. “What?”

“Nothing. I just...are you asking me on a date Topper? Am I being asked on a date by a kook?” You teased, “Are you Freddie Prinze Jr and I’m Rachel Leigh Cook?”

Topper rolled his eyes at the stupid movie reference. He’d been crushing on you for a while now, a couple weeks after he and Sarah broke up if he was actually trying to put down a timeline, but sometimes he couldn’t decide exactly why. “Do you wanna go or not?”

“I do. I just have one question...”

“I swear to god...” He warned, already knowing what you were going to say.

You raised your voice enough as you spoke to draw the attention of some members of the club that were in the lobby area of the gym, doing your best to act as dramatic as possible, “am I a bet? Am I fucking bet?”

“Shut up,” Topper pressed his hand over your mouth, looking around the room apologetically. He could just hear his mom later, telling him how someone at the club had seen him with some girl making a commotion, “you are the loudest person I have ever met.” 

“Louder than that god awful green shirt Rafe works out in?” You said once Topper moved his hand off your mouth.

“Yeah, louder than that.” 

“Pick me up at 5 okay, I don’t wanna get stuck waiting for the ferry.” You said, agreeing to the date that he was asking you out on. You had heard plenty of shit about Topper simply because he was a kook but you didn’t really know him and you had to admit you kinda wanted to. He was definitely cute even if he wasn’t your usual type. “Will your jeep drive in the cut or does it come to a screeching halt when it senses pogues?” 

“You’re really fucking annoying.” Topper muttered.

“You’re the one who asked me on a date.” You pointed out, taking a water bottle from behind the counter.

“And what...you wanna see if you can get me to change my mind?” He joked.

A voice came over the walkie that was attached to your hip, asking for your help down in the restaurant area and you radioed back that you would be right there. “Well, duty calls, I’ll see you on Friday.” 

Topper showed up on Friday at 5p, just when he said he would, and your mom stood at the front window yelling to you in your bedroom about ‘who were you going out with’ and ‘how does a kid afford that kind of car’. You ignored all of her questions in favor of running out the door and getting in the car as soon as possible.

“Have you done scarefest before?” You asked as you walked through the gates of the farm with him. It was still light out, too early for the haunted house or the hayride but just in time for the other festivities.

“No,” he shook his head, looking around as he followed you up the hill toward the large barn and pumpkin patch.

“So, if you’ve never done scarefest before, why’d you wanna come? Tired of the kook parties and felt like changing it up?” You joked, grabbing his hand as you led him through the crowded giftshop and out into the pumpkin patch.

“You wanted to go and I wanted to go on a date with you, seemed like the logical choice.” Topper replied.

“You seriously wanted to go on a date with me?” You asked, letting go of his hand to inspect a large barrel of medium sized pumpkins.

“I asked you out, didn’t I?”

“Who knows why you do things Topper,” you teased, grabbing a pumpkin out and holding it up as you turned around to him, “here, take a picture of me.”

“With a pumpkin?”

“Yeah...uh excuse me!” You called to a woman walking passed, when she turned to look over you held out your phone, “would you take a picture of us?”

“Sure, of course.”

You grabbed Topper’s hand, pulling him close to you, unable to stop smiling when he put his arm around your waist and posed with you while the woman took your picture. It was cheesy, and you would never say it out loud, but you had always wanted to do some basic couples’ thing like this and get your picture taken by some random soccer mom there with her family.

“Thanks,” you took your phone back, swiping through the three pictures the woman took and zooming in to make sure you looked nice in them.

“You two are so cute,” she mentioned as she walked off, Topper nodding as if he agreed and replying with a simple ‘thank you’, not bothering with any sort of explanation. Technically you were here together but you weren’t quite together, together.

“Alright, picture in the pumpkin patch, what other mandatory things do you have written on your list?” Topper asked walking with you through the small crowd. You’d put the pumpkin back, insisting that the local farmer’s market sold them for less and you weren’t wasting money, even Topper’s, on an overpriced pumpkin.

“There’s food, that’s always a necessity. Or the corn maze...it’s technically for kids, I’ve been tall enough to see over the actual corn since I was thirteen but it’s still fun. Or, the petting zoo, that’s always open. Or we could take the tractor ride down to scarefest, it’s starting to get dark.”

“Scarefest sounds good to me.” He replied, standing up a little straighter and you smiled at his change in posture.

“Do you scare easily?” You asked, walking toward the tractor with him, still holding his hand. You’d taken it again as you left the crowded pumpkin patch and you had yet to let go.

“No.” Topper lied. He could barely sit through a scary movie let alone the idea of walking willingly into a haunted house. He didn’t even want to think about the haunted hayride. You climbed on the tractor ahead of him and he finally let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders as other couples and groups climbed in.

“Not gonna lie, I am really happy you asked me to come here. And not just cause I wanted to go to scarefest.” You admitted, turning into him a little so he would hear you.

“Wow, that’s some compliment.” Topper joked.

“I’m serious...out of all the kooks, you’re my favorite.”

“There it is.” He said, rolling his eyes at the comment. The pogue and kook dating thing seemed to be working for Sarah and John B, as much as it hurt to see them together in the beginning, and Topper had to admit that it made him wonder if that was possible for you and him. If something more than him being scared out of his mind would come of tonight and the two of you could date.

Maybe that was too much to hope for.

“What? I’m serious. You’re my favorite.” You replied, smiling, “but only because I’m not counting Kie as a kook.”

“Naturally.”

“Then it’s gotta be Kie.”

“I appreciate that.” Topper said, “nothing like being second best.”

“Well, I’m here with you.”

“Cause I asked you.” He pointed out as the tractor rambled along toward the gate of the haunted house.

“Yeah but I said yes.” You replied. “I was like...how many chances am I gonna get to see you freak out over people in costumes.”

Topper laughed, shaking his head at you while you smiled at him, so tempted to kiss him right then but you kept yourself in check. You were not going to blow this entire date by throwing yourself at him in desperation.

The tractor left you off at the gate and you dragged Topper through, eager to get in line for the haunted house. While you stood in line with him people outside dressed in costume lurked around, creeping up on people and making them jump. When a guy in a werewolf costume caught Topper by surprise he nearly jumped and you laughed.

“Just...didn’t expect that.”

“Kinda the point of the haunted house,” you teased, “but you’re scared face is very cute.”

“Great. I’ve always wanted to have a girl compliment me the same way my grandma does.” He groaned as the two of you moved further up in line.

“I could pinch your cheeks too. Just for good measure.” You said, yelping when he prodded your side with his fingers. You smacked his hand away and laughed, “stop.”

“Me? You’re the one antagonizing me the whole night.” He replied. When it was your turn to go inside, he stepped behind you, hands on your waist as you both walked through the door to the haunted house. The immediate flickering of the lights had you reaching for his hand. Even if you weren’t easily scared you hated being disoriented. “Scared?” He asked.

“No.” You promised.

As you and Topper came out the back door of the haunted house he let out a relieved breath, shaking his shoulders and trying to regain some composure. You turned to face him, walking backwards towards the concession stand that sold hot chocolate and apple cider, smiling at him happily. You looked unfazed by the haunted house and he couldn’t even comprehend how that was possible.

“Wasn’t that awesome?”

“Yeah, awesome. I’m coming back every weekend.” Topper replied sarcastically, following you.

“We can skip the hayride if you want?” You offered, knowing that he had clearly lied when he told you that he didn’t scare easily.

“Nah, I’m good.” He insisted. You wanted to go on the hayride and he wanted this to be a great date so that you would go out with him again.

“Okay.” You waited until he caught up with you, taking his hand and walking normally beside him to the concession, “you want some apple cider or something before?”

“Sure.”

As you stood in another line with him, arms around him this time as you stood against his side, you leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, “I am really enjoying tonight, all antagonizing aside,” you said.

“We can do something else next week if you want?” Topper chanced and you smiled.

“Yeah, absolutely.”

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dougbeamer · 4 years ago

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Halloween Movie Marathon!!

So! I’m about 6 days late but I wanted to share this with you guys. My girlfriend and I thought what better way to celebrate Halloween than to watch a whole bunch of horror movies all the way till the 31st!

Now, to be honest with you I am very picky about my halloween movies. I love the dark, deep intense stories while Diana LOVES the more lighthearted ones. Once in a while she dabbles in the intense stuff but she won’t do it if she don’t like it!

Without further ado I’m gonna dive on in and I will not be releasing any list just what we ended up watching cause, ya know, lists change! Oct 1st - Hocus Pocus

I absolutely love this movie. Its funny, witty, cheesy and absolutely aware of what it is. Thank you Disney! This movie is probably on a lot of peoples favorites but let me tell you...this is probably the most highly quoted film between my girlfriend and I throughout the 2 years we’ve been together!

Bette Midler, Kathy Najimy, and Sarah Jessica Parker ALL were so fun to watch in this film. Hands down all of them were my favorite as the Sanderson sisters. I seriously cannot pin point just one actress whose funnier in this group without cracking up at the other. When I see Sarah I crack up, when I see Kathy I giggle, when Bette does her thing I’m snickering and quoting her.

I can gush about this movie all damn day but i won’t. I’ll say this...if you love campy, horror, halloween themed fun...check this one out!

Oct 2nd - Corpse Bride

This will be a brief one cause unfortunately I didn’t get to see this one with Diana. Sadly, I don’t 100% love this movie either. I like it fine and I think with others who love it more than I adds to the experience.

This is another quoted film between us strangely enough but thats because Diana is so damn adorable in everything she does. She plays off my silliness so when I kiss her eye she pretends that I sucked it out. I’ll pop it back and she’ll go, “Maggots, hahaha” Note: She’s changed it to, “Dougy, hahaha”

Animation is superb, story is fun and the voice work I feel is on point. It just didn’t speak to me.

Oct 3rd - IT Chapter 1

SO! I love this movie. First chapter is a well made scarefest extravaganza and Bill Skarsgard is amazing as Pennywise. He is fiercely intense, hilarious and when the scares don’t work for him because the kids are getting wise to his act...he channels that. I don’t know how he does it.

The kids are phenomenal in this. Period. Nuff said.

The story itself is just personal enough where I know who the main character is and the rest of the characters fill in the gaps of their own personal problems and history. When they are together they are strong. When they are by themselves...that’s another story.

Pennywise is in this film just enough where you want more. The kids aren’t annoying and scares range from being actually intense and brief, the music adds to that and don’t get my started on the make-up and practical work. CGI is used and its noticable but to a degree where when it is used its makes sense.

Check this one out if you have the stomach for it.

Oct 4th - No film

IT Chapter 2 was supposed to be watched this day but we had a fun day planned going to a theme park!

Oct 5th - IT Chapter 2

This long drawn out, hilarious, scarefest is not as great as the first. But I love it. Pennywise is in it probably the same amount of time as he was in the first but it does feel less. LIke he wasn’t utilized enough.

The kids are all grown up, yes, and that doesn’t detract from its value but there is something distant from it all though the rapport between everyone is sky high. What i take issue with is the writing mostly. It really stays in the first draft territory of, “It’s not real!” or “No matter what happens we gotta stick together” or “You gotta be kidding me”.

There is some actual funny moments that I love in this film, sight gags and funny dialogue moments. Every. Single. Kid that shows up as the grown up counterpart is SPOT ON PERFECT!!

The run time didn’t bother me as I loved every second.

Anyway, this is a mess. Its flawed but I enjoyed this one.

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT SET OF FILMS!!

#hocus pocus #IT chapter 1 #IT Chapter 2 #Corpse Bride

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whythehellnaut · 5 years ago

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Why’s It: Chapter Two review

The first It movie two years ago quickly established itself as one of my favorite horror movies. It had genuinely frightening imagery, charming humor, and a fun cast of characters. It: Chapter Two seems to take a step backwards from that, and while it succeeds partially in what the first film did, it becomes more predictable, and thus, leaves less of an impact than the first did. I remember the nation getting swept by "It fever" with memes and reference jokes everywhere while it was out, but somehow I expect those references will die down this time around. The film starts by introducing the child characters from the first film one by one as grown adults, and one of the best things about the sequel is how well these actors emulate their child counterparts. You can tell which adult actor is playing which former child character simply by their mannerisms. Some of the actors are even spitting images of the child actors as well. I must compliment the casting for this movie, also because of an amusing cameo by Stephen King. The acting is pretty decent overall, save for what I believe to be a few directing issues, as James McAvoy in particular gives his best effort acting in scenes where he takes actions that, unfortunately, don't always make sense for him to be doing. It's hard to give specifics without spoilers, so I'll address it more later. The film starts to decline once the horror scenes start, as the infamous fortune cookie scene utilizes some shoddy CGI, which I recall looking better in the last movie, oddly enough. It's forgivable, but sets the tone for the rest of the movie being a little underwhelming. When the scary imagery returns, it's not as shocking to see, since, although it doesn't feature the exact same visions as before, it tends to use the same general themes. Among other things, the deformed faces, grotesque lepers, dismembered walking bodies, and sharptoothed Pennywise return, but looking slightly different so that it's not an outright copy of the original. Since it's not something you know you've seen before, but still something to which you're desensitized, it becomes less of a scarefest and more of a suspense story. It has it's fair share of silliness and cliches as well, which were minimal, previously. Jump scares are now easy to predict as the character's words and actions, along with overbearing musical cues, practically give it away, as if to say, "look out, here comes something scary." Although there's a lot of the tradmark humor scattered through the movie, some of it contains odd references to other movies that feel unfitting. Sometimes they'll reference lines from the first film that weren't particularly memorable but that they somehow remember despite suffering from collective memory loss. A few plot threads seem to go nowhere, including an opening scene strangely referencing a real hate crime that occurred in Bangor, Maine thirty years ago, but is never brought up again in the story. Sometimes characters act unrealistically stupid, like screaming at a kid to flat out leave town instead of simply warning him about a killer clown. At one point the group agrees to split up, but not after addressing that it's a cliche that usually increases the chance of death, but the explanation why they choose to split up anyway is rather vague and unexplored. On the bright side, the act of splitting up the group highlights what I still like about the movie, and that's the pacing and the characters. Every character gets individual horror scenes which provide proper development and their respective time to shine, rather than allowing them to be forgotten as background characters in group scenes. These scenes are never too long, so at no point did I feel bored during the movie. When they're in a group, they have just the right amount of chemistry for people who know each other but haven't seen each other in decades. They don't quite bounce off each other as they did when they were kids, but they make it clear there are connections and subtle feelings for each other, both as romantic interests and as friends. The interactions, aside from the aforementioned odd references to both the previous film and unrelated films, seem natural. While the first film set itself apart from the 1990 miniseries by toning down the cheese factor and amping up the unsettling horror, I feel the sequel is a bit of a mix of its predecessor and the miniseries. It takes the spirit of the former but falls victim to the flaws of the latter. It feels like a new, more amateurish writing team was involved, and the director wasn't sure how to keep up his positive streak and evolve for this installment, but for all its flaws, I enjoyed it. Check it out if you liked It: Chapter One, but consider skipping it if you weren't completely sold on it.

#movie review #It #it: chapter 2

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gayrefrain · 6 years ago

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Francy Fanfic: one strange journey

Relationship: Frank/Nancy

Word Count: ~4k

Tags: No mystery just fun, modern!au, halloween fun, slight violence, happy ending.

“This may be your dumbest idea yet,” Nancy told Joe as she adjusted the awful Haunted Bride costume on her torso. There was no way for her to fix the cleavage exposure. It was just going to have to stick around at the level of Too Much. Thankfully, it wasn’t popping out.

“I don’t know,” Frank played Devil’s advocate as he stuffed hay down his shirt. “Remember the time he ran to save a horse from an explosion with no regard for his own safety?”

“I have no regrets,” Joe said loftily, adjusting his white button down. He was the lucky one, working straightforward security for Bayport Halloween Carnival’s House of Horrors. Nancy was to patrol one of the last rooms as a Miss Havisham-like bride, but supernaturally evil in a thrift store wedding dress. Frank was just outside as the last scare, the evil Scarecrow in the yard in a large, Colonial-like blouse and tattered pants. He could almost be a rugged werewolf if he didn’t have hay sticking out of his sleeves.

George was organizing the event for the local children’s hospital, a giant scarefest for the entire town. She’d been working since the beginning of the summer, which was a match made in heaven because she knew how to organize like no one else.

The original plan was to have Nancy and Frank to work security with Joe, but when they lost two cast members last minute, Joe offered them in place.

“Besides, I think I show room for improvement,” Joe added.

“For getting smarter or getting dumber?” Nancy clarified.

“Because it’s up in the air,” Frank smirked.

“Shut up, Scarecrow,” The blond brother said. “But in all seriousness, thank you guys, we were gonna be totally screwed since Biff and Vanessa got sick.”

“Well, you totally owe us,” She said. “This dress is like wearing a brillo pad.”

“And this hay is no cashmere either,” Frank griped.

“You need more, bro,” Joe patted him on the shoulder. “We have the pre-meeting in ten minutes in the foyer. Be there or be square.” He left.

“Lucky bastard,” She muttered as she put on the green necklace that glowed eerily around her makeup-slathered neck. Her entire face was painted a pale blue, and her lips were painted dark red, almost like blood. She was almost afraid to look herself in the mirror.

“Too much hay?” Frank turned to her.

Not as much as my boobs right now, she almost said but bit her tongue.

The banter with the elder Hardy boy had gotten weird recently. It was the first time in years where they were both single at the same time. She’d always felt a jolt when she hung out with him, solving cases and cheating death. She attributed it to that. But now, they’re just in college. And the attraction has strengthened into a constant hum.

“You look great,” She reassured. “But you need the hat.”

He donned the straw hat and spread his hands with solid spirit fingers, and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her throat. “It’s weird to see you laugh like this,” He gestured to her whole look.

“Should I cackle instead?”

“That’d be preferable.”

She took a deep breath, and released a ghoulish cackle.

“Oh my god, you’re terrifying,” Bess squealed with delight as she and Chet rushed in the room. She had two makeup bags hooked around her neck, dangling against her body. “You both are. God, I’m amazing.”

“Good work, Bess,” Nancy said. “Even though I feel like I’ll need a shovel to get this makeup off.”

“I have makeup wipes that will work wonders,” Her friend reassured. “But after some photos and the haunted house.”

Chet took quick preliminary photos of them both, and a couple goofy ones. They then took selfies, all four of them, before surrendering their phones to Chet, who was in charge of lighting and tech. Phones “ruined the illusion” according to George, so they all had to be relinquished until after the event.

“Shit, we gotta go to the meeting,” Bess said, looking at her own phone. “Let’s go.”

Nancy nearly tripped over the stupid heels she had to wear. “Did we really need these for the aesthetic?” She griped.

“Use the discomfort in your character,” Frank suggested. She stuck her tongue out at him as they made their way through to the beginning of the maze.

In the foyer of the house, George stood on top of an old chest, wearing all black. She whistled as people started to pile in. “This will be super quick, guys, then we can get into positions. We’ll start letting people in right at 6pm. We have security volunteers to trail behind each group to make sure they’re leaving in a timely manner. We also have them to make sure people don’t get too frightened, and take people out if necessary.”

“Like take them out-” Tony, dressed as a zombie, playfully slid his thumb across his own neck.

“Yes, Prito,” George’s voice dripped sarcasm as everyone laughed. “We’re going to kill the people here who get scared.” She moved on, trying to hide a smirk. “For the first hour, it’s going to be mostly kids and families, so don’t worry about being crazy scary. Keep it simple. After the first round and a fifteen minute break, we’re doing the next hour for older teens and adults. Bring out your A game there. Everyone entering has signed a waiver, because I won’t allow any of us to get sued. The participants have been informed that this is all in good fun, but if something happens, call out the safeword ‘pumpkin’ and we’ll have security come ASAP. But this is all for the lols, so don’t worry, just have a good time. Remember, we’re doing this all for charity. And it’s looking to be one of the most lucrative events at the Carnival-”

“Let’s give it up for George!” Nancy shouted, clapping. Immediately, every participant clapped and cheered, and whistles pierced the air.

George smiled. “Seriously, guys, thank you for all your help. Let’s make this best damn House of Horrors ever!” She swung up an arm in victory, still holding her clipboard. They all whooped and hollered again. “If you have any questions, let me or security know, we’ll be the only ones connected by walkie.” She titled the black communication device back and forth in her grip. “Remember, kids, what’s our safeword?”

“Pumpkin,” They all dutifully repeated back.

“Good,” She grinned. “Let’s keep some Halloween ass. Everyone, take your places!”

Nancy and Frank started the walk to the long walk to their end of the House of Horror. She nearly face-planted in the stupid heels, but thankfully Frank was there to catch her.

“I’m a bit worried about you,” Frank admitted as they walked to the back of the ‘house’ (it was really an elaborate stage within their school’s gym. “You have the major jump scare. Someone could get too scared.”

“I’ll be fine,” She grabbed his hand and to give it a reassuring squeeze, but recoiled at the sharpness of the straw sticking out of his shirt. “Jesus, you weren’t kidding about the hay.”

“I never kid,” He said, a twinkle in his eyes that wasn’t just the haunted lights strung through the gym. “But be safe.”

“Promise,” She reassured. “You too, you have the last one.”

They shook on it.

“God, you look terrifying,” He said, a smile tilting his lips.

She cackled again, but it lost its terror after she started to cough. “God,” She cleared her throat. “I won’t be able to do that all night.”

“You know the adage,” He said. “‘Nothing is scarier.’ Just say nothing.”

“Ooh, that’ll save my voice,” She beamed as they entered her “parlor.” She steadied herself on the heels. God, why did people wear these things?

“Places people!” George shouted, echoing through the hardwood floors.

“We better get in our places,” Nancy said.

Frank nodded. “Stay safe, Nance.”

She nodded back, and he left through the final door, a false one marked THE END before a fake cornfield with Frank standing by the real exit.

She stretched out her limbs, wincing at the rough fabric scraping against her skin. She contorts her face, and gets ready for a night of horror.

Working a haunted house was definitely not as entertaining as going through one. She had to do the same scare every five minutes, getting screamed at in turn, which is very disconcerting. One kid cried, but thankfully her mom was right there. Mostly, everyone was pumped and excited to be frightened. One kid even said as he left, “That wasn’t so scary” only to shriek when he saw Frank as a scarecrow. She had to stifle her giggle then. When it was Joe’s turn to pull up the rear of the group, he winked at her and faked being a Zombie with arms outstretched, or dancing like a 1920s can-can dancer. He switched it up every rotation. She couldn’t help but smile then either. The hour flew by, and then it was time for the break.

“How’s it going?” Frank walked to her room, taking off the ridiculous hat.

She kicked off her heels, and hopped on one foot so she could rub her feet. “When I can wear slippers, I’ll be thrilled,” She said, thinking of their friend group’s plans to watch horror movies and have a sleepover at the Hardy House that night when the event was over. “Otherwise, I’m great. We have a ton of people here.”

Frank nodded. Some of his makeup had sweat off, and his hair was matted to his forehead. Why did she find that so damn attractive?

“The event’s going real well,” He agreed. “The kids were so cute. Did you see the fairy princess?”

“I did,” She cooed, thinking of the little girl with a sparkly pink dress and tiara made of sequins. “She said she wished I’d fall in love again so I could be happy.”

“That’s adorable,” Frank said, then cleared his throat. She pressed her lips together and switched to the other foot.

Before she could respond, a sharp whistled pierced the air. “Actors!” George’s voice called through. “Meet me in the cauldron room now!”

Nancy and Frank shared a look. Leaving her shoes off to the corner, they walk to the cauldron room. George stood with Joe, Bess, and Chet as Iola stood as a cliche witch in front of giant bowl of neon goop.

“What’s going on?” Frank asked.

“We just got an influx of college students to the ticket booth,” George said. “They all want to do the haunted house too, so they asked if we could stay open another hour.”

Half of them groaned. Nancy was one of that half. Her feet were sobbing.

“I know,” The organized friend held up her clipboard appeasingly. “But it’s for charity, and the money would be record-breaking for the festival. But if you guys vote no, I’ll respect it and I’ll tell them no.”

Frank and Nancy shared a look.

“All those in favor of staying open the extra hour,” Joe shouted, cupping his hand around his mouth.

Every hand shot up, though some more reluctant than others.

George smiled, exhaling in pure relief. “I owe all of you, seriously. I’ll figure something out. Let’s get the next round started, peeps! Back to your places.”

“If I didn’t love George so much,” Nancy said as she and Frank walked back. “I’d kill her.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” He replied. “Because I’d kill her first.”

Nancy laughed, then groaned at the stretch of the makeup on her face. “God, another two hours of this.”

“We can do anything,” Frank reassured them both. “Remember when we fought that guy on a train?”

“Frank, you can’t compare those two things,” She said as they walked into her room. “This is infinitely worse.”

He chuckled. “Good luck.”

“Break a leg,” She mocked and he left to his room. With a sigh, she slipped the torture devices on and went into terrifying guests.

Thankfully, the second hour was even quicker. She tried to entertain herself into getting more into the scares, and that made it go by faster. The teens and adults were a fun mix of skeptical and easier to surprise. They underestimated how terrifying they’d made the gym.

“Quick five minute break!” George’s voice called through on the speakers.

This time, she snuck into Frank’s room.

Frank must not have heard her, and she saw him perfectly still against the fake posts.

“Does that hurt your arms?” She asked.

No response.

“Frank, you can’t scare me, I literally rehearsed this with you last week,” She stepped up to her scarecrow-clad friend. She tapped him on the shoulder. But he didn’t move. “What are you-”

Someone grabbed her shoulders.

She screamed and tried to slash an elbow behind her but it was grabbed to stop impact. She thrashed in the grip.

“Nance!” A familiar voice shouted, and she stopped struggling. She turned around to see Frank laughing at her, brown eyes glinting in the light of the fake night sky and his own mirth.

“You ass!” She slapped his shoulder, a few of her own giggles escaping. “What is that?” She pointed to the body still attached to the pole.

“My acting coach,” He said, and took off a doll of a scarecrow. It wasn’t as tall as Frank, but it was realistic enough that she didn’t feel ashamed of her reaction. “Joe found him in the prop closet. I think it’s from Oklahoma!”

“You’re ridiculous,” Nancy said.

“I am impressed you were so quick to throw an elbow at me,” He said. “You’re badass.”

“We knew that,” She said, and he just smiled. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m okay,” He said. “My arms are gonna be spaghetti tomorrow.”

“My feet will be ribbons,” She said. “We’ll be quite a pair.”

“One more hour,” Frank said like it was a prayer, eyes closed. “We can do it.”

Nancy nodded then yawned. “You’d think I’d be exhilarated but I’m just exhausted.”

“Same,” Frank said.

“Back to your places!” George shouted, not bothering with the intercom.

“The college students,” Nancy said with faux impact. “Should be interesting.”

“They should be drunk,” He corrected. “Be careful.”

“You too.”

She went back to her room, cursing every step on her poor feet. Maybe George would pay her back with a certificate to a foot massage.

Time melted into a weird slow mix with fast, with how little she was absorbing all the events. She checked out, since most of the college students were drunk and scared easily with latent reactions. The poor security guards had to deal with a lot of lingering co-eds.

As Joe shoved the last one from her room, she caught him rolling his eyes grandly. She sent him a sympathetic smile in return.

Nancy had no idea how long they had left until the night was over. At least a half hour seemed to have past, but she had no way of making sure. If she was judging by her forming blisters, it was three in the morning. As she let herself lull into the repetition.

She heard the telltale shriek of the sewer room before her, caused by a sound effect of fake-rats and a “mole person” (really just a freshman in pale pink makeup and a spooky headlight) giggling. She braced herself for the general scare that was about to occur.

But then, for her own amusement, she got closer to the door so it would cover her when it opened. Might as well shake things up, it was nearing the end of the night. And people had been very receptive so far.

When the door opened, she waited until the person fully walked through. She jumped out from behind it.

“Boo!” She went classic.

The man screamed and punched her in the face. She hit the floor, smacking her shoulder into it with a violent thud.

“Oh god!” The same guy screamed again. Listening over the sounds of the cartoon birds chirping around her head, she could only hear him. Was he alone? “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

Nancy’s head throbbed, and her nose pulsed. She gently touched her upper lip and pulled her hand away to find blood that wasn’t fake.

The other door opened.

“Nancy?” Frank whispered, and saw the scene before him. “What the hell?” He stalked in, causing the guy to stagger backwards.

But her friend didn’t pay him any attention as he immediately knelt to her side. “You okay?” He lifted her head up. “Pumpkin!” He shouted, and the lights flicked on. She winced, hopefully because of the sudden brightness and not a concussion.

“Are you okay?” He asked again, his fingers going to her hairline to move stray hair out of the way. His fingers were so gentle.

“I’m fine,” She said, but it was much breathier than it needed to be.

Joe, George and Chet burst into the room. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” Nancy repeated immediately.

“I punched her,” The guy said right after. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think there was anyone in here- and she scared me-”

“Kind of the point of a haunted house,” Joe snapped. Both he and Frank helped her to stand. “You alright, Nan?”

“I’m fine,” Nancy repeated.

“Oh god, blood,” Chet said. “I’m going back to the sound board.” He left.

“I’m taking her to an EMT,” Frank said, his hand still on her elbow.

“Nope, Joe, you take her,” George said. “Frank, we need you to keep it up in here, we only have four more groups left.”

“I’m so sorry,” The guy said.

“It was a clean break,” Nancy said, gently prodding her nose.

“Leave it be,” George ordered. “Let the EMTs handle it. Joe, can you take her to the first aid tent?”

Joe nodded.

“You, scaredy-cat,” George pointed at the boy. “You’re coming with me.”

George left, taking him with her, his head hanging low. She even found herself sympathetic. She couldn’t fault protection instincts.

“Take good care of her,” Frank said to Joe before turning to her. “Take care, Nance.”

She nodded and let Joe guide her out of the haunted house.

In the tent, the EMT first fixed her nose and cleaned her face. Then she checked her for a concussion, shining lights in her eyes and asking basic questions.

“Sure you’re not feeling dizzy?” The EMT asked.

“I’m fine,” She said. “Seriously, it was more just the surprise of it.”

“I’d feel better if you got an MRI,” Joe said, leaning back on a nearby stool, arms crossed.

“I don’t think they fit in the tent, Joe,” Nancy said obviously.

“I meant take you to the hospital,” Joe mocked back.

“I checked her vitals, reflexes, balance, the works,” The EMT said. “You’re coming up copacetic on all of them. I don’t think you need to go to the hospital. But, if you’re worried-”

“I’m not,” Nancy said, eyeing Joe.

The EMT, her name tag said CAROL, smiled, “Then I say all you have to do is take it easy, Ms. Drew. You just got a bit of a bruise, I think you’re okay. If you feel any sort of dizziness or nausea tomorrow, go to the hospital immediately, but I give you my all-clear.”

“Thanks,” Nancy said. “You heard her, J, you can go back to the House of Horror.”

“It’s already basically over,” Joe said, looking at the nearby clock.

“Nancy!” Someone called out, and she saw all her friends running up to the tent.

George pulled her into a hug. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Nancy relayed the news to all of them. “Just a bruise and a broken nose.”

“I saw them set it back,” Joe said. “Gross.”

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Bess said. “C’mon, I’ll get you cleaned up.”

As Bess pulled her away to the bathroom, Frank extended a hand to squeeze her shoulder once. “Glad you’re okay.”

“Thanks,” She said back, trying to ignore the warmness that spread from her shoulder to her chest and face.

After getting cleaned up and back in her normal clothes, the only thing about Nancy Drew that had changed since she entered school grounds seven hours before (wow, was it really seven hours?) was the fact she had a bandage on her nose.

“Hey, Marcia.” She turned to the sound of Frank’s voice. He too was cleaned up and back in a sweater and jeans. He looked like Frank, and that made her smile. No more weird cross-hatching on his face, no more weird dark nose like a clown, and no more dumb hat.

“Cute,” Nancy mocked his reference.

“You heard the plan, Frank?” Bess said, and Nancy was ashamed to admit to even herself that she’d forgotten her friend was right beside her.

“Yep, my house in twenty.”

“George is picking up pizzas,” Bess did a happy, little shoulder shimmy. “We’ve earned it. C’mon, I’m catching a ride with Joe now-”

“I can give you a ride,” Frank offered to Nancy, almost blurting it.

“Is that-” Nancy turned to her friend.

“Great!” Bess said immediately. “It was gonna be crowded with me and Joe anyway. We’ll meet you guys there.”

“Sounds good,” Nancy said as Bess took off. She hefted her bag of costume stuff. With no preamble, Frank took it and they walked out of the school. “Thanks.”

“Anytime. How’re your feet?”

“Thrilled to be back in sneakers,” She said as they walked over to the parking lot. “I hope no one recognizes us.”

“I don’t know how they could,” He said. “Bess did an amazing job.”

She nodded in agreement as they approached Frank’s van. “It’s nice to be me again.”

“Agreed,” He said as he put their bags in the backseat, then turned to her. “It’s nice to see you again too, without all the makeup. It’s good to see your face.”

“You too.”

“It was very terrifying,” He said as they got in the car. “Not knowing what was fake or real blood.”

“I’m sorry,” She said. The van roared to life.

“Not your fault at all,” Frank said. “C’mon, the concussed get to pick the music.”

“I would say I wasn’t diagnosed with a concussion,” She said as she plugged her phone into the AUX cord. “But I’m not giving up the opportunity to play DJ.” Frank took music very seriously, and only he got to pick if he was driving. Or Joe, if Joe beat him at a game of HORSE.

She put on the greatest hits compilation of The Mamas and the Papas on shuffle, and the first song was their cover of “Twist and Shout.”

The song soothed their frayed nerves along the drive. But then it played “Do You Wanna Dance” next.

Frank pulled over and killed the engine, just as the refrain, “(Love can never be exactly like we want it to be)/I could be satisfied knowing you love me” played.

“Frank, is everything okay?” She turned to him.

“Can I say something?”

She nodded in the darkness of one in the morning.

“When I saw that you were hurt, it was like all time stopped, until I could know you were okay,” He began. She opened her mouth as her heart stuttered in her chest, but he shook his head. “Wait, let me finish.” She nodded once more, mouth dry. “I can’t stand the thought of something bad happening to you, Nance. And I want to be around you all the time, to make sure you’re okay, that you’re happy. Because you make me so happy. I know things have been a bit off with us lately, but I was wondering if you’d- If it’d be alright if- if you wanted to-”

“Yes.”

In the faint lights from the houses around them, he smirked a little. “You don’t know what I’m wondering.”

“Then spit it out,” She said it with a smile.

“Nancy,” Frank began once more. “Would you go on a date with me?”

Her smile brightened. “Yes,” She said it simply, because with Frank it could always be simple. She leaned over the gearstick and kissed him, then pulled away immediately with a hiss when she bumped her nose to his cheek.

“Hold on,” He whispered, then tilted his head more comfortably. She didn’t bump her nose this time and they kissed. One hand went to the nape of his neck, and the other laid still on his heartbeat, beating just as fast as hers.

His hand cupped her face gently, the other getting tangled in her hair she didn’t bother to put back up in a ponytail.

“Our friends are probably wondering where we are,” Nancy pulled away an inch to say.

“They can wonder a little while longer.”

Note: so that’s my first Francy fic! I’d love to know what you guys think, or if you have any requests. I’m loving Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys right now, so I’m happy to create more content. Thanks for reading!

#nancy drew fanfiction #hardy boys fanfiction #frank hardy #nancy drew #francy #joe hardy #francy fanfiction

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asayamas · 6 years ago

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What do you think of the other coasters and what are they like?

I tend to get along with all of the other coasters! I think its because I’ve been here so long!

Lets see..

Festival Park:Rita (Rosarita): Rosie is so lovely! I get along with her quite well mainly because of uh..other guardians and that she helped Carl when he was..uh dismantled. We tend to go on our lunch breaks together and catch up! We love going to the Towers Restaurant!

Thirteen (Thiyah): Thiyah is interesting. She was Carl’s replacement and I hated her at first because she was the reason my brother was gone. But the more I interacted with her the more of myself I began to see in her. She’s very in touch with nature and we love to just sit in the woods by her ride and talk about the past.

Forbidden Valley: Nemesis (Namara): Namara is uh…scary. She’s extremely large and dangerous but she kind of trusts me I guess? She lets me pet her on occasion when no one is looking so I think thats alien language for “You’re not too bad i guess?”

Galactica (Gala): Gala is so nice! She sees me and just hugs me so tight I think my eyeballs will eject from my skull but she means well! I just wish we could hang out more often! She always so busy with stopping Nemesis from breaking someones neck or stopping Silas from kicking a child because they said he looked weird.

Sub Terra (Silas): A little shit. Don’t trust him. Silas is actually the only one here I have an actual distaste for. He has no respect and is all high and mighty because of his mother. Namara does nothing to stop it and continues to spoil him. He’s got a thing for me and it creeps me out.

Gloomy Wood:

Duel (David): David is a pretty chill guy. He’s been here a while and has gone through so many revamps that I don’t know why I complained! We occasionally go around together during Scarefest to go to the Scare Mazes.

WickerMan: I actually haven’t gotten to meet him yet. Samuel and Oliver have and said he is odd and covers his face with hood. Very odd indeed.

Katanga Canyon:

Runaway Mine Train (Milly): Milly is the cutest little Guardian ever! She’s physically only 6 years old and is extremely shy so i’m so sorry if you’ve never had the chance to meet her! She sees me as her mum and protector and I try my absolute best to stop anything bad happening to her!

Congo River Rapids (Connor): Again, Connor is someone i’ve only met a handful of times but I think I can safely say that we are good acquaintances! He keeps me updated on Milly whenever I can’t get to Katanga.

The Towers:

Spinball Whizzer (Wilson): He’s my gaming buddy! We always hit up the arcades together and try to rack all the highscores! He has also declared me as the Queen of Rhythm Games after I got a flawless combo on DDR.

Hex (Hetta): Hetta is absolutely terrifying. She also has a habit of places curses on Guardians who happen to walk past her when she’s in a bad mood so I tend to just stay away.

Cloud Cuckoo Land:

Frog Hopper (Fran): Fran is again one of my gaming buddies like Wilson. She’ll come with us to the arcades. She has a natural gift for the claw machines! She gets a prize every time!

Gallopers Carousel (Gaston): Gaston is not like the Gaston you know! He’s so kind and makes so many kids happy! I love walking past sometimes and seeing the happy smiles on their faces! It brings back many good memories for me. Gaston also keeps me stocked up on my pastries and candy!

#Erin Answers Questions #alton towers #alton towers enterprise #altonverse

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killbothtwins · 8 years ago

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Incident Report: Scarefest 2010

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Incident report: ScareFest, 2010

Report: Two boys, unascertained method of entry break into Haunted House. Let off with warning as one seems fully repentant. Other claims to have seen a deceased male in ride. Statement to follow. One discounted; not full report of incident.

Statement: (note, writing seems to be quite hard, as if angry about something) Statement copied word for word from a Burton Guster and seemed to leave file with the distinct scent of bacon. Possible investigation to follow.

Burton Guster, Pharmaceutical salesman

Really, Shawn [presumed Spencer, Shawn also involved in incident] is just so stupid. Even though everyone knows these rides are more dangerous than Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction [unknown source; reference needed], he just lets his imagination run away with him sometimes. Like seriously, one time, when we were kids, there was this thing with a werewolf and a teacher- actually, forget that. [area crossed out in pen] Well, we are so so sorry about breaking in and will not be causing any more trouble at ScareFest in the future. Um, there is no need to put this on any record of any kind. This can just quietly not be a thing. You’ll forget it, we’ll forget it, and everyone will be happy and we can go home and get some waffles. Shawn is just an idiot who drags me into his schemes sometimes. He thought he saw a dead body [inside the Haunted House Attraction] so we just went in for a couple minutes to make sure no one was getting hurt; because we are good citizens and do not need to be arrested. Anyway, the two of us are very sorry about causing trouble for the park and it’s very dangerous attractions. I’m pretty sure the back door was open in the first place. [note, door locked at all times] Just ignore anything Shawn puts in his report [report discounted for incorrect documenting] and just forget this ever happened. Also, maybe look into some safety measures for the haunted house. Everyone knows that asphyxiation is very common among low hanging spider webs. Another issue is the restriction of the belt-

End Report.

Note: Account unfinished due to discovery of said deceased personage. No charges pressed by either side. Mr. Spencer has requested three dozen pineapples to be delivered to his place of housing [note: currently an abandoned fondue restaurant] as compensation for “suck it! I was right, there totally was a dead dude in there!”. Request pending.

#psych #fic #fanfic #my writing #shawn spencer #burton guster

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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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Moonlight

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

werewolf!Chan x human!reader ft. the rest of skz and itzy lia, ryujin and yeji - comedy, fluff, Chan is a cute shy softie but also a big strong muscly Alpha

Word Count: 3.5k+

Summary - y/n likes the night shifts at the diner. She rarely gets any customers coming in, so it’s peaceful, and she can even sneak in a nap from time to time. But not tonight. No, probably not best to nap when, in the early hours of the morning, a pack of wolves walk in looking like hell.

Warnings: a little bit of blood, talk of violence, raw bloody meat (never thought that’d be a warning but here we are), I think that’s it but pls let me know if you noticed that I missed something!

a/n: and here is the first instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I really hope you guys enjoy it, and keep an eye out for the following parts in the next few days! this is for you @silverlightprincess bc you’re the best proofreader and I love you x

taglist: @kodzu-ken @silverlightprincess

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‘Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?’ Lia asks me, and I laugh, nodding for the fiftieth time. ‘I’ll be totally fine. Just go, pick up your stupid boyfriend,’ I say, and she rolls her eyes, doing up the buttons on her coat. ‘If I have to pick him up from A&E one more time, I’ll be the one sending him there,’ she threatens half-heartedly, my laughter following her out of the back door.

The diner falls silent once the door’s shut, and I turn on the radio, putting it on low so I can hear if any customers enter. It’s highly unlikely for anyone to show up at this hour, but just in case. I roll my neck, tired after working such a long shift, and I check the clock. Just an hour and a half until 5am, when Yeji and Ryujin will show up for a shift change. An hour and a half of time to kill. I decide to get some food cooking, ready for the breakfast rush at 6am – truckers love their early morning waffles and pancakes – and then I sit at the stool behind the till, scrolling through my phone aimlessly.

It's a cold night outside, the windows fogged up and the pitch-black night sky just about visible through them. A pretty crescent moon shines down a pale white light, casting an eerie glow over the surroundings, and there are no cars passing by on the road, meaning I’m completely alone. A text comes through from one of the girls in my friendship group friend, Chaeryeong, asking if I’ve decided what I’m wearing to our friend Jackson’s Halloween party next week – it’s 8 nights away to be exact. Jackson’s Halloween party is always the party of the year, and we’re all so excited for it. It’s a full moon and everything, so we’re hoping it’ll be a little spookier than usual.

The bell at the front door rings out into the quiet, cutting across the generic lofi song playing from the radio and making me look up in surprise. A boy – he can’t be much older than 20 – walks in, his clothes dirty and ripped, his clear skin marked with mud and grass stains. His blond hair, long enough to brush his shoulders, is a tousled and tangled mess, woven with twigs and grass, and he looks tired as hell. He trudges in, not even looking at me, and collapses into the chair closest to him.

My heartrate instantly increases. What on earth is going on? Why has this… kid walked in, at half 3 in the morning, all alone, looking an absolute state? Should I ask him if he’s okay, or leave him to it? I should mind my business, right? Probably best not to talk to someone in that state. He might be some psycho. What if he is a psycho? And this is some ploy to get me to go over to him so he can attack me? Maybe I should phone my boss? Who am I kidding? There’s no way his lazy ass will answer.

The bell ringing for a second time interrupts my spiralling train of thought, and my eyes flit to the door to see another boy walking in, around the same age, and just as messy as the first boy. And another boy follows him in. And another, and another, and anoth-

There are eight of them in total, slumped into chairs around the two tables closest to the door. They all look exhausted, and in absolute states. And then realisation washes over me, making me relax a little. They’re werewolves.

We’ve always had werewolves around here. Two different packs live on opposite sides of town, and their rivalry has meant their identity has never exactly been a secret. This is the first time I’m ever seeing any of them in their human form, though (I’ve seen flashes of wolves running past the house in the middle of the night when it’s a full moon, but never close up) and I’m… surprised. They’re all quite… small. I guess I always expected werewolves to be tall and bulky, but only two of them are really… muscly, and they’re all short.

They’re all completely silent, save for their heavy breathing, and I wonder why they’ve stumbled into the diner to just sit at their tables. ‘Are you gonna just stand there, breathing obnoxiously loudly, or are you gonna take our order?’ one of them calls out tiredly, his back to me meaning the only part of him that I can see is his black hair, and I feel my face twist with annoyance. I don’t care if he’s a carnivore that could kill me in an instant if he wanted to. He does not get to come into my workplace and disrespect me. ‘Actually, you’re supposed to come up here and order,’ I reply indignantly, low laughter rippling through the group of boys as the boy who spoke lifts his head, turning to look at me angrily, his eyes flashing red. He has a long cut across his cheek, blood dried around it.

‘What did you just say to m-’ ‘Shut it, Jisung,’ the blond-haired boy says with a small grin, the black-haired boy – Jisung – turning to him aggressively. ‘Don’t tell me to shut it, Hyunjin. I won’t have a little human girl disrespect m-’ ‘Be quiet, Jisung. You were disrespectful to her first,’ another of the boys says calmly, and my eyes flit to him, my stomach turning when I realise he’s already looking at me. He’s one of the muscular boys, his hair sandy brown and fluffy, and his face soft and kind. His lips quirk up in a smile, a deep dimple denting one cheek, and I give him a small smile back, my heart fluttering. He might be a werewolf, but he’s a cute one.

I expect Jisung to give him some annoying retort, but he bites his lip, slumping down in his seat angrily, and the brown-haired boy rolls his eyes, rising from his seat. He makes his way over to me, and I try not to ogle him, but it’s difficult with his shirt ripped diagonally across the front, exposing one strong shoulder and a flash of hard abs, my heart skipping a beat at how gorgeous he is. Thank god I decided to wear a cute outfit today, even if it is hidden behind my white apron.

He slides onto one of the stools on the other side of the counter, leaning on one hand with a sigh, and I don’t know what to say other than, ‘Would you like to order something?’ ‘Um, yeah, actually. We’re quite… hungry. Have you got any… chicken, or beef, or any meat, for that matter?’ he asks, and I blink at him in surprise. I’ve never had someone ordering meat before lunch, let alone at half 3 in the morning. Though, I’ve never served werewolves either, so I guess I’m having a few firsts today.

‘Meat?’ I ask, and he lets out a little chuckle, his soft brown eyes locked with mine and making my heart flutter. ‘Yeah. Meat,’ he says with a small smile. His voice is nice, smooth and melodious with a hint of an accent. ‘Um, I don’t have any ready now, but I’ll start cooking some, and it should be ready in… half an hour?’ I say, and his smile slips into a small frown. ‘Um�� no, that won’t be any good. You’ve got raw meat, right?’ he asks, and I feel myself malfunctioning for a moment, before I nod. ‘Can we just have a portion of raw meat each, please? I’ll pay whatever for it,’ he says, and I just stare at him.

‘You want… raw meat?’ I ask, and he lets out another soft chuckle. ‘Yes, please. I’m sure you’ve worked out what we are by now, so you probably know we can eat meat whilst it’s still alive. Raw meat’s just fine for us,’ he says with a grin, and I just nod, still in shock. ‘Okay. I’ll… get you raw meat. Is beef okay? One raw steak each?’ I ask, and he nods, smiling widely. ‘Beef’s perfect. But make it two steaks each please.’ ‘Um, okay. 16 steaks,’ I say, unable to believe I’m about to prepare raw steaks for 8 werewolves, and he just nods, still smiling his handsome smile.

He pays for the steaks, and orders a stack of pancakes and a milkshake for each of them too. The total is one of the most expensive orders we’ve ever had, but he doesn’t bat an eyelid, putting it on his credit card wordlessly. I go into the back to get their steaks ready, trying not to retch at having to put raw bloody beef onto plates for them, and I’m still holding back a retch when I take their plates over, the eight of them staring at the food hungrily. But I can’t help but let out a gag when one of them lifts his plate to his mouth and takes a massive chunk out of the steak, blood rolling down his chin.

The rest of them all laugh at my reaction, the brown-haired boy wincing as he says, ‘half of that bite was gristle, Changbin.’ So they’re happy to eat raw bloody steak, but they’re above eating the gristle? Weird but whatever. The boy who ate the steak – Changbin – just nods, before opening his mouth and pulling out the gristle with his dirty fingers, grinning at my look of disbelief. ‘Never seen a werewolf eat before?’ he asks, eyes sparkling, and I shake my head, still blinking in shock.

‘Take a seat, sweetheart. Tell us about yourself,’ one of the boys says with a smile, hand running through his chocolate brown locks, and I feel my heartrate increase. ‘Don’t worry. We’re not gonna hurt you,’ another of the boys says softly before I can even reply, his hair grey and long at the back, his eyes sparkly and wide. ‘I’m not worried,’ I lie, and they all laugh. ‘We can hear your heartbeat, and it’s pretty fast,’ one of the boys says, this one kind looking with blue locks and a soft baby face, and I feel ridiculously stupid.

‘Well… I can’t sit. I’ve got a job to do.’ ‘There’s no one here other than us. If you don’t want to sit with us, just come out and say it. Don’t beat around the bush,’ Jisung says bluntly, steak in his mouth as he speaks, his cheeks puffing out adorably. ‘We’re a group of werewolves; why would she want to sit with us?’ the brown-haired boy says amusedly, and I hope he doesn’t hear my heart stopping momentarily when he turns his half-smile to me. ‘Usually human girls find us attractive,’ the blond-haired boy – Hyunjin – says matter-of-factly, too focused on his raw steak to look up at me. ‘I probably would find you attractive if you didn’t all look like you’ve lost a fight with an angry bush,’ I say dryly, all of them laughing with their mouths full, making me feel slightly… disgusted.

‘Are the pancakes ready?’ the boy with black hair asks, and I check my watch. ‘Four minutes. How come you guys are so… hungry? Haven’t you been hunting?’ I ask, and they all exchange an amused glance before looking to the boy with brown hair. He doesn’t say anything, just looking at me unreadably, and it’s clear that there’s some sort of secret here. He lets out a little sigh, obviously deciding to tell me, and then he speaks; ‘We only hunt on full moons.’ ‘Oh, of course. The full moon isn’t until next week,’ I say, feeling stupid again, and they all nod. ‘On Halloween. Let’s hope there aren’t any trick-or-treaters in the woods,’ the chocolate brown-haired boy says with a small smirk, and I feel a shiver go down my spine.

‘Do you guys really attack humans?’ I ask, and they let out gentle laughs, obviously amused at how little I know of them. ‘We don’t have much control over our wolf selves, so if a human crosses our path, yes. Well, Alphas can control their wolf selves, so our Alpha will usually stop us from attacking a human. But if our Alpha isn’t there… we’d kill them without a moment of hesitation,’ the grey-haired boy explains, and I listen intently, interested. ‘Who’s your Alpha?’ I ask out of curiosity, and they all look to the brown-haired boy, answering my question. My stomach turns with butterflies when he looks at me, a small smile playing at his lips as he says, ‘that’d be me.’ I don’t know why, but something about him being the Alpha wolf makes him ten times sexier than he already is.

‘Oh. Okay. So, wait, if you guys weren’t hunting, why are you all so… dirty?’ I ask, and Changbin raises an eyebrow. ‘I thought you were supposed to be telling us about you.’ ‘I’m nowhere near as interesting as you guys.’ ‘No, sweetheart, we’re very interested in you,’ Hyunjin smirks, my heart fluttering. And then, as though they can hear something I can’t, they all suddenly turn their heads to the brown-haired boy, almost… nervous expressions on their faces. ‘I didn’t realise, Chan, sor-’ ‘It’s alright, Jin, don’t apologise,’ the brown-haired boy – Chan (definitely suits him) – says gently, his eyes not leaving mine, and I can’t help but wonder what on earth just happened. It’s like they had some sort of conversation and I missed the entire thing.

‘We got into a fight with some of the boys from the other pack,’ Chan murmurs, the atmosphere returning back to normal, and I feel my eyes widen. ‘Really? Who won?’ I ask, a light laugh running around the group at that question. ‘Us.’ ‘Really?’ I ask, even sounding sceptical to my own ears, and they all laugh again. ‘Might not look like we won, but we’re all still alive. Can’t say the same for the other pack,’ Chan says softly, and I blink in surprise. ‘Oh. Why’d you fight them?’ I ask, and they all look to Jisung, the boy rolling his eyes. ‘Because they provoked me.’ ‘No. One of them looked at you, and you started on him,’ the black-haired boy says bluntly, Jisung pouting. ‘Whatever, Seungmin. You didn’t see how he looked at me,’ he says sulkily, the others rolling their eyes at him.

‘However he looked at you, it wasn’t enough to warrant me killing him, but I did anyway, because of you. So learn to keep a lid on your temper, Sung, because I’ll make you fight them yourself next time instead of us involving ourselves. Understood?’ Chan says, tone gentle with a slight edge, and Jisung just nods, obviously opting not to pipe up to the Alpha. Everyone’s silent after that, and the air becomes a little awkward. ‘I’ll just go get your pancakes,’ I say, not waiting for a response before I turn and head towards the back.

I plate their pancakes up, all pretty with syrup and whipped cream and strawberries, and I take them out to them only a few minutes later. They’ve stacked up their empty plates for me at the edge of one of the tables, the gristle all piled up on the top plate, and my heart warms a little; it’s quite sweet of them to make my job a bit easier for me. I put their pancakes down in front of them, each of them murmuring their thanks, and Chan grins at me when I put his down. ‘It looks pretty,’ he says, and I preen at the praise – I always plate up the waffles whenever I’m on shift, because my boss, Jinyoung, liked the way I do them. ‘Pretty like her, huh, Chan?’ Changbin says with a grin, my cheeks heating up, and Chan just death-stares him, the others all silent. ‘Sorry,’ Changbin says sheepishly, dropping his head to look at the plate in front of him.

‘Did you guys fight the other pack as humans then?’ I ask, trying to change the subject, Chan chuckling at the question. ‘You’re a curious girl, huh?’ he asks, and I feel a little embarrassed. ‘Sorry.’ ‘No, don’t… be sorry. It’s cute,’ he says hesitantly, and I can’t hold back the shy smile that spreads across my lips, the other boys all looking amused at their Alpha’s shy flirting. He clears his throat, embarrassed, before answering my question; ‘those of us that are older wolves – myself, Minho and Changbin – can turn into wolves at will, but the younger ones aren’t at that stage yet. Hyunjin, Jisung, Felix and Seungmin can do a half-turn, and Jeongin can’t complete any kind of turn yet. He’s getting there, though,’ Chan adds kindly, patting the blue-haired boy’s arm.

I can’t help but quiz them, so fascinated at how different they are to me, despite looking so normal. By the time Ryujin and Yeji arrive for their shift, I’m perched on a table, chatting comfortably to them about their pack hierarchy whilst we all sip on milkshakes. ‘You look busy, y/n,’ Ryujin calls out amusedly from behind the counter, her and Yeji both grinning at me, and I feel my cheeks heating up. ‘I made some new friends,’ I say mildly, the boys all grinning at the girls, and I realise with a little jolt that all of them have perfectly white teeth, their canines sharp and lethal.

‘We better get going. The pack elders won’t be impressed with you, Jisung, and they’ll be even less impressed at us disappearing all night,’ Chan says sombrely, Jisung looking ashamed of himself as he nods. They all start to rise from their seats, ready to leave, and I feel a little sad as I watch Chan trying to fix his shirt, his muscles rippling with each movement. ‘We’ll drop in again, for some more steak. Maybe cooked next time,’ Chan jokes as the others head towards the door, and I let out a little laugh, nodding shyly. ‘That’d be nice.’ ‘Here. A tip, for your great service,’ Chan says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of notes. He takes my hand into his gently, a thrill running up my arm at the contact, and puts the notes into my palm, closing my fingers over them. ‘Chan, that’s too gener-’ ‘It’s fine. Just take the tip… y/n,’ he murmurs softly, my name sounding heavenly on his lips, my eyes locking with his sparkly brown ones, his smile mesmerising me. ‘Thank you,’ I reply, and he grins, his dimple reappearing and making my heart flutter.

He heads towards the door where the other boys are waiting, waving goodbye once more before they leave into the dawn, the door shutting behind them with a thud. ‘Oh, my God! y/n has a cute werewolf boyfriend!’ Ryujin exclaims, and I hold a hand over my face embarrassedly. ‘He’s not my boyfriend!’ ‘He wants to be! Look at the tip he gave you. He’s into you.’ ‘And he’s hot, y/n! If he comes in again, you better get his number!’

I leave after promising them I’ll make a move next time I see him, and I’m still laughing to myself at their enthusiasm as I step out of the back door, wrapped up in my big winter coat. The sun has just begun to rise, streaking the sky with beautiful pastel colours, but it’s still freezing, my breath fogging in the air as the cold sets into my bones.

I head over to my car, opening the door, and then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something move in the trees on the other side of the car park, and I look over, alarmed. There’s a big dark… shape, and I squint into the darkness, trying to make it out. I realise it’s a wolf, with thick, glossy sandy brown fur and big shiny brown eyes. The wolf stands proud, exuding power, and I just know that it’s Chan. I smile, knowing I’m probably crazy for smiling into the eyes of a lethal and wild creature, even crazier for lifting up a hand in a coy wave, but I’m rewarded when he bows his head in a nod, and maybe I’m imagining it, but I’m almost certain I can see an amused glint in his eyes.

I climb into my car, smiling to myself, Chan still stood there watching, and I wait until he’s disappeared into the trees before I start the car. A loud howl echoes out into the air, ringing in my ears, followed by a chorus of howls, melding into one another like a symphony, and the sound makes me smile.

When I get home and collapse into my bed, I decide to count through the notes that Chan gave me as a tip, and my heart melts when a little slip of paper flutters out of the notes – his phone number with a smiley face written beside it. My parents always told me to stay away from the wolves, but maybe they aren’t all bad.

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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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Fallen

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

angel!felix x demon!reader - comedy, fluff, felix worrying about losing his job as an angel lmao

Word Count: 2.4k+

Summary - Felix is an angel. Literally. Like, from Heaven. And he’s the best at being one. Never has he let temptation lead him astray. Never has he stopped before doing what is right. Never has he abandoned his assigned humans, even those that provide the most challenge. He’s never stepped a toe out of line, always kept his crush on a particularly annoying demon a secret. That is, until, he wakes up in the bed of said annoying demon with lipstick stains on his skin and his halo a little crooked.

Warnings: explicit discussion of sex, making out, that’s it I think but let me know if I missed something please!

this is dedicated to the lovely @brinnalaine for being such a supportive sweetheart, so I hope you enjoy this little fic about our sunshine!

a/n: and here is the sixth instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I’m sorry it’s so late in the day but I’ve spent all day at a theme park scarefest getting terrorised by clowns and dolls in terrifying mazes lmao. @silverlightprincess hasn’t actually proofread this but she proofreads everything else so I still want to thank her for being the best! I really hope you guys enjoy this bc it was really fun to write. please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts too x

taglist: @kodzu-ken @cloudsgathering @silverlightprincess

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I wake up with something heavy on my face and a dizzy head from my mouth and nose being blocked. I try to take a deep breath and, instead, end up inhaling something soft and wispy, making me choke. I sit up suddenly, pushing the heavy thing off me with effort as I splutter, trying to empty my mouth of whatever it is that’s invaded it. And then I reach a finger into my mouth and end up pulling out feathers. Pure white and fringed feathers.

‘Did you just shove my wing, y/n?’ I hear Felix’s deep morning voice mumble into his pillow, and I shoot his back a dirty look, fishing his stupid feathers out of my mouth and trying to ignore the way I get butterflies in my stomach at hearing him say my name with that voice of his. He’s got his massive wings out for some stupid reason, one of them taking up my side of the bed whilst the other hangs over onto the floor. His hair, a lovely soft blond colour, is a fluffy mess on the pillow, and I can feel the heat that his body radiates despite only having the covers up to his hips, the band of his underwear just about visible.

I’ve been running into Felix quite a bit in the last few months – somehow he was always being assigned to humans in areas that I was… terrorising people in. Angels and demons have always had a… rocky relationship, but Felix was too pure, too kind, too sweet for me to be a bitch to him like I’ve been to all the other angels I’ve encountered. So I put up with his annoyingly sunny presence and his random acts of kindness and him stopping me from feeding on humans because ‘they haven’t done anything wrong!’ After him starving me for months, I got fed up and made a deal with him. I would scare the shit out of people to feed on them, and he would erase their memories so they wouldn’t be scarred for life. We became a… partnership of sorts, making me the most well-fed demon and him the highest achieving angel. To celebrate our successes, I took him to a new trendy bar last night and we got super drunk on fruity cocktails. And here we are now, with my cute red dress on the floor next to his black jeans.

‘Yes. I did. Because it was on top of me, suffocating me, and now I have a mouthful of your dumb feathers. Why are they even out? Put them away please?’ I ask harshly, injecting more annoyance into my voice than I feel, and Felix sighs, rolling his shoulders without moving from his position of being sprawled out on his front in my bed, and his wings slowly shrink, diminishing into his strong back, the only trace of them the two small bumps between his shoulder blades.

‘Don’t call my feathers dumb. I put a lot of effort into looking after them,’ he mumbles, voice still muffled in his pillow, and I roll my eyes, letting myself fall back against the bed. ‘Wouldn’t be able to tell. Coarse and ratty, they are,’ I tease half-heartedly, both of us knowing his feathers are softer than silk. ‘Like your hair,’ he replies in his wickedly deep voice, his amusement obvious in his tone, and I let out an outraged noise.

‘My hair is beautifully healthy, thank you. You should know – had your hands in it for hours last night,’ I pout, annoyed, as I pull the covers up around me, shivering. The room is absolutely freezing, due to the cold weather and the fact that I’m only in Felix’s thin white shirt and a pair of pants, so I can’t help but inch closer to him, his body radiating warmth. He doesn’t reply, but I don’t have any objections. I like my lazy morning lie-ins and it’d be nice to get a couple more hours of sleep.

‘Oh, shit,’ he says a few minutes later, sounding wide awake now, just as I’m beginning to drop off back to sleep, and I let out a loud huff of annoyance. ‘What?’ ‘I slept with you,’ he says as though he’s just found it out, lifting his head up from the pillow and looking at me with wide eyes. ‘Did you forget? I thought it was pretty memorable,’ I say offhandedly, amused. ‘It was. But I… I slept with you,’ he says, turning over and staring up at the ceiling, blinking in disbelief. ‘Right. I’m confused,’ I say, wondering if he’s lost his mind or something. My pussy’s good, but not that good. Or maybe it is? God knows. Actually, let’s hope God doesn’t know. She’ll probably kill Felix. Oh, right. I get why he’s freaking out now.

‘Oh, no. Angel boy’s having a mental breakdown because he fucked a demon, and God’s not gonna be happy,’ I tease in a light voice, holding back my laughter, and Felix sits up in bed, looking distraught. ‘She’s gonna kill me. She will actually kill me,’ he says quietly before dropping his head into his hands with a dramatic fake sob. ‘Oh, calm down. She doesn’t even need to know,’ I say, immensely amused, and Felix turns to me with distraught eyes. ‘She’ll know!’ ‘How? Unless one of us tells her, she won’t know,’ I say pointedly, telling him to keep his mouth shut but in nicer words.

‘But… she’s God. Won’t she just know?’ he asks, eyes wide like an innocent little kid, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘You’re not the first angel I’ve fucked, Lix.’ ‘I’m not?’ he asks, sounding sceptical, and I shoot him a dirty look. ‘Don’t sound so disbelieving. But, anyway, she’s never found out about those before. As long as you don’t blab, it’ll be fine,’ I say, and he nods, looking like he’s on the verge of tears.

‘Lix, relax. Stop panicking. You’re ruining the morning-after mood,’ I say softly after a minute of him just staring at the wall unseeingly. I slide my arms around his waist, pulling him down to lie beside me, and I curl into him instantly, revelling in the warmth of his bare skin. His arm comes around me, holding me against him, and I can sense him relaxing a little. I lay a hand on his chest, over the red lipstick marks that stain his skin, drawing patterns with my fingers, and after a few minutes, he puts his hand over mine, making me look up at him.

He takes me by surprise when he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. My eyes flutter shut after the initial surprise, and I melt into him, hand sliding up from his chest to around the back of his neck, the short soft hairs at the nape of his neck tickling the pads of my fingers. His velvety lips are firm against mine, our mouths moving in sync, and I let out little breaths and whines against his mouth as his hands leisurely travel over my body, giving me butterflies in my stomach when his tongue slides into my mouth.

We break apart after a few minutes, the kiss leaving me breathless, and his lips quirk up in an amused grin. He might be the most angelic… angel in Heaven, but he touched me, kissed me, fucked me like a demon. ‘You’re cute,’ he murmurs, briefly pressing his lips to my forehead, and I try to ignore the little thrill in my chest, pouting at him instead. ‘I’m an evil demon that feeds on human fear. I’m not cute,’ I mumble, and he lets out a gentle chuckle. ‘You are. You’re a cute evil demon that feeds on human fear,’ he replies with a grin, and I roll my eyes. ‘Shut it, angel boy, you’re the cute one here.’ ‘Here I was thinking you found me sexy.’ ‘In your dreams, Lix,’ I murmur amusedly, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Not what you were saying last night.’ ‘…Shut up.’

He laughs at me, pulling me closer to him, and I feel warm and secure in his arms. His angel aura is definitely shining through – it feels like nothing could harm me if he’s here. We cuddle in a comfortable silence, his fingers running through my hair soothingly, and my eyes flutter shut after a little while, slumber beginning to take me. ‘What happens now?’ he murmurs, bringing me back from my snooze, and I resist the urge to put my fist through his chest.

‘What do you mean?’ I ask, suppressing a yawn, and he sighs gently as I move off him, lying beside him so I can look him in the eyes. ‘Where do we… go from here?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Um… you go back to Heaven and I go back to Hell,’ I reply, knowing that that’s not the kind of answer he’s looking for, and he rolls his eyes. ‘You know I don’t mean location. I mean… with us,’ he says tentatively, and I don’t react for a moment. ‘Are you asking me what we are?’ I ask, a little stunned, and he nods, looking like he wished he never asked.

‘We’re an angel and demon that have teamed up for our own interests, and we got drunk and slept together, which won’t affect our business partnership. Right?’ I say slowly, and I feel guilt twist in my heart when the hope disappears from his pretty brown eyes. ‘Right. Yeah. I just thought…’ he trails off, turning onto his back and not looking at me. ‘Thought what?’ I ask carefully, and he’s silent for a moment before sighing. ‘I thought that maybe it was something more. I mean… we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I guess I have a bit of a… crush on you?’ he stammers, ending his sentence as a question as though he’s not quite sure.

He’s still not looking at me, and the words hit me like a ton of bricks. Felix, God’s favourite angel, has a crush on me, Lucifer’s favourite girl and a princess of the 9th circle of Hell? I’m not quite sure how to react to the words, just blinking in surprise for a moment. ‘You have a crush on me? Are you sure?’ I ask, and he lets out a little laugh, eyes still on the ceiling. ‘Yep, pretty sure. I’ve had a few months to think about it,’ he says offhandedly, and my mouth falls open. ‘You’ve had a crush on me the whole time?’ I demand, and he finally looks at me, nodding sheepishly.

‘Why didn’t you say anything, stupid?’ I exclaim, hitting his chest gently, and he lets out a light chuckle. ‘I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.’ ‘What friendship?’ I ask jokingly, and he looks at me deadpan. ‘Sorry. But seriously, are we, like, high schoolers? No. We’re centuries old supernatural beings. If you had a crush on me, you should’ve just told me, and taken me on a date. What is wrong with you?’ I demand, and he blinks at me several times. ‘Did you just say I should’ve taken you on a date?’ he asks, stunned, and I let out an annoyed noise. ‘Yes, keep up.’

‘But… you’re a demon, and I’m an angel.’ ‘Forbidden romances are better than normal ones. Like Cleopatra and Mark, Tristan and Isolde, Pyramus and Thisbe, Romeo and Juli-’ ‘Every one of those couples had a tragic end,’ Felix says dryly, an amused smile on his face, and I roll my eyes. ‘They were mortal, and were forbidden by their parents. It’s different.’ ‘Oh, yeah, we have God and Lucifer to deal with instead,’ he says sarcastically, making me raise an eyebrow. ‘Lucifer won’t care. It’s God that’s the issue. An easily solvable issue,’ I grin, and his face falls.

‘Are you plotting against God?’ he demands, looking completely outraged. ‘Don’t look so shocked, it’s not blasphemy for me. I’m a demon, stupid. But, no, I’m not plotting against her. I’m just gonna… talk to her,’ I say mildly, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘You’re gonna… talk to God? To get her to let us date?’ he asks, sounding disbelieving, and I nod simply. ‘She’ll kill you,’ he replies, eyes sparkling with mirth, and I just grin. ‘I think you’ll find I can be quite… persuasive,’ I reply, dragging my fingertips across his chest gently, the feeling of my long red nails lightly scraping his skin making his amusement disappear, a shaky breath leaving his lips. He blinks a few times, knocking himself out of his little trance. ‘I’m not sure trying to seduce her will work,’ he says lightly, and I smirk at him. ‘Oh, I know. I’m planning something else for her. It’s you I’m trying to seduce,’ I murmur, resting my thumb against my lower lip with a small smile, making my eyes all big, and I see him visibly gulp.

‘It’s working,’ he says distractedly, sliding his arms around me and pulling me on top of him, and I meet his mouth in a kiss, unable to keep the grin off my face as our lips move against each other in a way that numbs my mind. ‘Wait, wait,’ he says after a few seconds, breaking away from me. ‘Does this mean you like me too?’ he asks, looking hopeful, and I think for a moment. ‘You’ve got potential. You’re… handsome, and your personality isn’t totally annoying,’ I admit begrudgingly, heart skipping a beat at the big smile that comes across his face. ‘But,’ I add, making his smile fall a little, ‘some of the appeal is the fact that you’re a pure soul, a heavenly little angel, and I’m quite the opposite. I wanna knock your halo off, angel boy, so you better hope I don’t get bored when I’ve done so.’

He doesn’t react with the hurt I expected, a small smirk playing at his lips instead, and before I can realise that we’re moving, he’s rolled us over, his body hovering over mine. His locks fall over his eyes, casting shadows across his face, and his grin makes him look more like the demons I walk among than the angel he truly is. ‘Don’t worry about getting bored, y/n,’ he murmurs in his sinfully deep voice, one of his hands coming to rest at the base of my throat and making my skin burn hot with desire. I can’t help but mirror his grin, impressed at this very out of character behaviour. ‘Why not, Lix?’ I ask teasingly, and he just smirks, hand tightening at my neck, his sparkly eyes locking with mine. He captures my mouth in a passionate and desperate kiss, murmuring against my lips; ‘I’ll keep you entertained.’

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silverlightqueen · 4 years ago

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Cursed

silverlightqueen’s SKZ Scarefest

wizard!Seungmin x human!reader - crack comedy, y/n’s a bit of a spoilt brat and Seungmin is not down for it lol

Word Count: 3k+

Summary - Seungmin is the best wizard in town. Poisoned by a pixie? Battered by a troll? Bitten by a were? Whatever the magical injury, Seungmin can fix it in the bat of an eyelid. So when y/n is cursed by a witch and needs his help, she expects to leave his lair curseless only a few minutes later. But her plan… doesn’t quite go to plan.

Warnings: y/n is a total judgemental bitch lmao and Seungmin wants to teach her a lesson, brief mention of blood and vomit, I think that’s it but please let me know if I missed else!

a/n: and here is the seventh instalment of my SKZ Scarefest! I really hope you guys enjoy this, and thank you @silverlightprincess for being the best (she didn’t proofread this either but she’s about to read it after I post it and check for mistakes which I will go back and edit lmao). please be sure to check out the previous parts and keep an eye out for the next parts too x

taglist: @kodzu-ken @cloudsgathering @silverlightprincess

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‘Hi, how can I help?’ the receptionist says, looking up from her computer to give me a friendly smile. ‘Hi, I’ve got an appointment with Dr Kim at 1.30,’ I say, and she blinks at me in surprise before looking at her computer, clicking away. ‘Ah, y/n y/l/n, is it? You booked yesterday?’ ‘Yes, that’s me.’ ‘You’re lucky to get an appointment with Dr Kim so late. And during his lunch break, too! Do you know him?’ she asks, and I hesitate before replying, ‘I used to. We… went to school together.’ ‘Oh, that’s nice! Well, take a seat and I’ll let him know you’re here,’ she says cheerily, and I give her a weak smile before turning to take a seat.

The District 9 Doctors’ Surgery is unlike any Doctors’ Surgery I’ve ever seen before; the reception is relatively normal, with its cold lighting, linoleum flooring and hard backed chairs, but the patients are quite… abnormal. A man is sat two seats away from me, his body covered in hair and long sharp claws protruding from his fingers – I hear him telling the fairy beside him, whose wings are wilted and colourless, that he hasn’t been able to fully turn into his wolf form or his human form for weeks. Opposite them, a vampire sits with a bucket in his lap, vomiting blood into it every few moments, and the centaur stood beside his seat with his tail wrapped in a bloody bandage rubs his back soothingly. I think I’m the only human in here.

Normally, I’d have driven out to the Doctors’ Surgery in the next district – everyone knows that The District 9 Doctors’ Surgery caters specifically to magical injuries – but I somehow don’t think my problem can be solved by a human doctor. When I phoned the surgery yesterday, I asked for the next possible appointment. I was told by the receptionist that that wouldn’t be until mid-November, which never would’ve worked. So I did what I swore I wouldn’t do, and asked the receptionist to ask Dr Kim if he had any availability for y/n y/l/n. The receptionist sounded sceptical, but he put me on hold anyway, and came back to tell me that Dr Kim said he could just about fit me in.

‘Miss y/l/n? Dr Kim is ready to see you in Room 13,’ the receptionist calls out, and I rise from my chair, passing the vomiting vampire with a wince. I head down the clinical corridor, white bar lights flickering overhead, and when I reach Room 13, I take a deep breath and raise my hand to the door. I knock once, twice, and then wait to be told to come in. I hear nothing. I roll my eyes, knocking again a few moments later, and then I hear him call out, ‘Come in!’

I turn the handle, tentatively opening the door and slipping into the room. Whilst the reception may have looked like any old Doctors’ Surgery, Room 13 certainly does not. The walls are black and purple, flickering yellow lamps casting an eerie glow and providing the brightness that the room needs due to having no windows. The floor is an ugly brown and red patterned carpet, the kind you find in a decades old manor house, and wooden shelves and chests of drawers are dotted around the room, covered with various suspicious looking bottles and jars. Old tapestries hang on the walls, and mismatched armchairs and beanbags sit around the rickety table in the middle of the room – I suppose it’s more of a kitchen island type thing than a table – which has a crystal ball, magic wands and various mystical objects sitting atop it. The only things in the room that don’t look otherworldly or ancient are the laptop on the table, and the man stood in front of it, typing away.

He doesn’t look up when I walk in, so I just shut the door behind me, throwing myself down onto the comfiest looking armchair, practically sinking into it. I busy myself with filing my freshly done nails – I love my nail lady, but she can somehow never get them all even – whilst I wait for him to be done. ‘I just cleaned the room and you’re getting nail filings everywhere,’ he says after a few minutes, and I roll my eyes at him. ‘Are you sure you cleaned it? It looks a state,’ I say dryly, and he lets out a little laugh as I pull a flask out of my bag. I get up from my seat and hand him the flask, ignoring his raised eyebrow. ‘Wait, is this-’ ‘Iced americano. The way you like it,’ I say, and he grins, taking it from me with badly hidden excitement. ‘Look at you. Sweetening me up,’ he observes amusedly, and I roll my eyes again. ‘I was making it for myself but now I feel a little sick, so you can have it,’ I lie, and he just gives me a suspicious side-eye before sipping from the flask and letting out a blissful sigh.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asks after a few seconds, and I sigh, dragging one of the higher chairs over to the table and sitting on it, not wanting to be a few feet shorter than him in the armchair. ‘I need your help with something,’ I say, and he looks surprised. ‘Wait, you’re actually here to be treated?’ ‘Um… yes. Why else would I be here?’ I ask confusedly, and he hesitates. ‘Thought you might be here to… see me,’ he says quietly, and I feel a little awkward. ‘I… Seungmin, you have to understand w-’ ‘I understand, y/n, I completely understand, and I don’t blame you. It’s just that I’ve… missed you. And I don’t mean I’ve missed our relationship. I’ve missed you in my life. You don’t even show up to family events anymore, and my mum keeps asking why she hasn’t seen you. I don’t have the heart to tell her what happened,’ he murmurs, my heart twisting with guilt. I’m not quite sure what to say, desperately wracking my brains, but there isn’t anything to say, so we’re both silent.

Seungmin and I grew up living in houses opposite each other. Our parents were best friends, so we were best friends. We remained that way through nursery, all of school, and into our adult lives too. I was quite proud of having a wizard best friend who could solve nearly any problem I ever had. He made sure I never failed any tests, hurt myself, got into trouble, and he fixed anything I ever broke, found everything I ever lost, made sure nothing bad ever happened to me. And then we did the worst thing we could’ve done, and we fell in love with each other. Two years later, I had aged two years, and Seungmin had not – wizards are immortal, and so he stopped aging from the age of 18. 22-year-old me was dating 18-year-old Seungmin. It doesn’t seem like much of an issue, but I started thinking about the future. What about when I turned 30, and Seungmin still hadn’t aged a day into adulthood? When we’d had a child together, and he looked more like the kid’s sibling than the father?

‘Anyway… what’s wrong? Why’d you need my help?’ he asks, and I sigh deeply. ‘Basically… I was at the club with Chaeryeong the other night, and we were in the toilets, and I was putting on lipgloss. This girl next to me asked if she could use it, and I was like, ‘um, no’, because who shares lipgloss with a stranger in a club, and she got angry and started saying, ‘you think you’re so gorgeous, and you think you’re better than me,’ and basically went off on one, so I may have retaliated slightly, and turns out she was a witch, so she put a curse on me,’ I explain all in one breath, and Seungmin raises a sceptical eyebrow. ‘You wanna tell me what really happened?’ he asks, and I blink once, twice, before sighing.

‘She asked to borrow my lipgloss and I was kinda drunk and I may have been a bit of a bitch and told her she needed more than just lipgloss to fix her face,’ I admit ashamedly, and Seungmin’s mouth falls open. ‘y/n!’ ‘What? It’s not like I lied! Her makeup was terrible! It was the completely wrong colour for her skin, she hadn’t blended it, her eyelashes weren’t the right shape for her eyes and she hadn’t glued them on properly so they were hanging off, her eyeshadow clashed with her lipstick, it was all terrible! I wasn’t about to let her put my expensive ass lipgloss on top of that god-awful lipstick. So I tried to give her some girl-to-girl advice, but I was drunk so it came out the wrong way!’ I say defensively, Seungmin shaking his head at me in disbelief.

‘Did you tell her all those things? ‘…I may have, yes.’ ‘You’re such a bitch, y/n. Maybe she did her makeup like that on purpose. Maybe no one’s ever taught her how to do makeup. You didn’t need to come for her like that. God,’ he says, voice laced with shock and disappointment, and I feel like a little kid being told off by their teacher. ‘I apologised when she started crying b-’ ‘You made her cry?’ he demands, voice going up a few octaves, and I pout. ‘I didn’t mean to! I apologised, but she was already angry, so she cursed me,’ I say in a small voice, Seungmin’s unimpressed gaze making me feel quite ashamed. Not that I didn’t already! He’s just making me feel worse.

‘What was the curse she put on you?’ he asks, and I let out an angry noise just at the thought of it. ‘That I’ll age to look quadruple how old I actually am,’ I spit, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. ‘I’ve never heard that before. She probably just said it to scare you.’ ‘That’s what I thought. Until this happened,’ I say, turning my head away and lifting up my hair to reveal the base of my neck. I hear him suck in a breath, knowing he’s seeing the lock of hair at the back of my head, the one that’s now a powdery grey colour, wiry and ratty amongst the perfectly healthy hair that I put so much effort into looking after.

‘My body’s getting achy and I’ve got all these pains everywhere that I didn’t have a couple days ago. So I think the curse is real, Seungmin,’ I say seriously, and he nods, looking thoughtful. ‘So you want me to lift the curse off you?’ he asks, and I nod, giving him my best wide innocent eyes. ‘Can you do it?’ I ask, and he’s silent for a moment before replying, ‘I can. But I won’t.’ My heart drops, my mouth falling open slightly, and I blink at him a few times before I say, ‘what do you mean, you won’t?’ ‘I won’t lift the curse off you. You were rude and bitchy to that girl and not once have you shown me that you feel guilty about it. Instead, you’re sat here defending yourself and complaining about her like a little brat, so I think this should teach you a lesson,’ he says simply, and I stare at him in shock.

‘You’re joking, right? I demand, anger flaring through me at the way his eyes sparkle with mirth. ‘No, I’m being serious, actually. You judged that girl based on how she looked – I’m sure if she was conventionally pretty, with flawless makeup, you’d have lent her your lipgloss without a second thought, and probably becomes best friends with her too. That girl might have been the nicest person you’d ever come across. But you wouldn’t know, because you were mean to her. Now, the shoe will be on the other foot. You’ve coasted through life getting what you want because you’re pretty, and now that you’ll look all wrinkly and saggy, we’ll see how you like being on the receiving end of people’s judgement,’ he says cheerfully, my mouth falling open more and more as he speaks.

‘Seungmin, I’m sorry for being a bitch. I really am, and I do regret it. But surely that slightly bitchy behaviour doesn’t warrant this. Me looking like an ancient pensioner! I’ve learnt my lesson. Please don’t do this,’ I say desperately, starting to actually worry that he might not lift the curse. ‘Hmm, I don’t know if you have learnt your lesson, y/n. It’s not like I can take your word for it, because if I didn’t know you any better, you’d have gotten away with telling me a twisted version of what really happened. You’re a compulsive liar. So, I apologise, but I won’t be lifting the curse,’ he says seriously, but his lips are quirked up at the corners, making me realise he’s actually amused by this situation.

‘Seungmin, this isn’t a joke! You cannot let this happen to me!’ I shriek, panic making my hands shake, and he raises an eyebrow at me. ‘Shouting won’t make me change my mind,’ he says dryly, the two of us staring at each other, very different emotions in our gazes, and he sighs a few moments later. ‘How about this? When you show a true act of selflessness and generosity without any kind of judgement, the curse will break,’ he says, taking my hands into his as he speaks, and when I register his words, I snatch them away angrily. ‘No! I don’t want any stupid conditions or things I have to do! Just take the fucking curse off me, Min!’ I scream, fury making my voice waver, and he just laughs.

‘You took your hands away too late – it’s done now. This will teach you your lesson,’ he grins, and I want to literally throw myself across the table and teach him a lesson instead. ‘Seungie, please,’ I pout, stooping lower than I ever thought I would, and he hesitates for a moment before shaking his head, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘No, y/n. It’s done. Try not to judge someone based on their appearance for once, and you’ll be rewarded for it,’ he says mildly, and I just stare at him in disbelief for a few moments. ‘Are you doing this because I dumped you?’ I ask, unable to believe he simply wants to teach me a lesson, and he bursts out into laughter. ‘Flattering yourself a little there, aren’t you? No, y/n, that’s not why. Stop trying to find reasons to play this down. There are no other factors for this punishment other than your nasty behaviour.’ ‘Punishment? What are you, my dad? You don’t get to punish me!’ ‘I know you better than your dad does, better than anyone else does, and I know you’re better than this. I’m trying to help you.’ ‘You’ve got a funny way of showing it!’ I exclaim, silence falling between us.

‘If that’s all, y/n-’ ‘If that’s all? If that’s all?’ ‘Yes. If that’s all, you can leave. I only have ten minutes left of my lunch break, and then I’ve got another appointment. So you can go,’ he says with a small grin, effectively dismissing me like a parent sends a child to their room, and I let out an angry huff. ‘I can’t believe this. Some shitty doctor you are,’ I say childishly, bitter about this lesson he’s trying to teach me, and he just rolls his eyes amusedly. ‘My thousands of satisfied patients say otherwise. But that’s okay – you can’t please everyone. Especially not judgemental little brats,’ he grins, and I let out a shrill noise of rage, pushing myself up off the seat and grabbing my bag from the armchair.

‘And I’ll take this!’ I exclaim pettily, snatching the half-empty flask from the table, and he just laughs at me, making me feel even more murderous than I already do. ‘You’ll thank me eventually, y/n,’ he says gently, and I let out another angry huff. ‘I doubt it,’ I hiss, stomping towards the door and, just as I think I can’t be any more immature, I kick the shelves nearest me, watching as it wobbles and falls over to the side before stopping mid-air. ‘Really? How childish of you,’ Seungmin says amusedly, one hand outstretched in the direction of the shelves, his magic holding them up, and I let out an angry scream, sounding a lot like Regina George when she was putting herself in the Burn Book to get back at Cady. Is this really what I’ve become? How embarrassing,

‘I’ll see you at Jackson’s for Halloween,’ he calls out behind me as I reach the door. ‘I wouldn’t count on it,’ I hiss venomously, ‘my brittle bones may have already given way by then. God knows if I’ll even be able to walk, thanks to you!’ ‘No, y/n, you only have yourself to blame for this,’ he says, as he shakes his head with a sad smile. ‘Oh, cut out all the philosophical teaching-moment shit,’ I spit, wrenching open the door. As I do so, one of my nails flies off my finger. Not just the fake nail my technician put on this morning. The entire nail.

I hold back a gag, hearing Seungmin stifling laughter behind me, and I look away from it, feeling quite sick. My eyes meet Seungmin’s, and he must take pity on me when he sees how they’re full of angry and helpless tears, and he waves a hand in my direction. When I look down at my hand again, the nail is back in place, good as new. I look back at him in surprise, and he looks a little embarrassed. ‘No more of your nails will fall out. But I’m not fixing anything else for you. Now go, before your stupid pretty face convinces me to lift the curse,’ he says, and I feel a little hope spark in my chest. ‘Seungie, p-’ ‘Nuh-uh. Get outta here. Now.’ ‘But S-‘ ‘y/n, I will call security!’

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