#loving the new Halloween fit - it suits him!

[avampyone]

A trick or a treat this All Saints' Wake..

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

•••••••

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

[httpsserene]

kinktober '23 table of contents

welcome to serene's f1 kinktober special! i do not know how many posts i will be doing for this event, but, reblog and save this masterlist for any updates concerning my f1 kinktober.

posts will be tagged with: # httpss :// kinktober 23 | status: completed.

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upload 1 : charles leclerc / max verstappen x reader | corruption kink

innocent and virgin !reader has never touched herself before. she knows how to, in theory, but whenever she tries, she chickens out. her tried and true way of receiving pleasure is failing her. she thinks that maybe it's time to allow her relationship with her two respectful and experienced boyfriends, to reach the next step. and she'll find that they're very willing to teach her a few things.

upload 2 : carlos sainz jr x reader | were/wolf shifter & predator/prey

for all people believe that werewolves are dangerous creatures, your wolf is pretty tame, even with some of his...quirks. this halloween you let him be the big bad wolf to your little red riding hood, while you give out candy to trick-or-treaters. what he doesn't know, is that you have your own trick-or treat planned for him after this– you're his treat tonight, but he's going to have to chase you first.

upload 3 : oscar piastri x reader | car sex & squirting

your boyfriend has to make an appearance at some sponsor event. he's gone ahead and bought you an alluring outfit, but he failed to mention how seductive he looks in the new fitted suit his team got him. you two won't be staying long, but you increase the pace by riling him up, mostly unintentionally. so it's your fault that he makes you ruin his loaned mclaren.

upload 4 : daniel ricciardo / max verstappen x reader | overstimulation

you can't remember the last time you've gotten to spend more than three days at a time with both of your boyfriends. you understand how demanding their job is but, you just can't remember the last time they really exhausted you...pleasurably. and then winter break comes around, and they have all the time they need to make you lose your mind.

upload 5 : lewis hamilton x reader | tender sex & cockwarming

your husband comes home to his monaco apartment after achieving p2 in spain. from the texts you sent him before he boarded his flight, he expected you to be awake when he arrived. however, you’ve fallen asleep–but that’s not a problem. he’ll sneak into bed right next to you and catch a few extra hours of sleep. you’ll commemorate the podium come morning.

upload 6 : george russell x reader | vampire & hickeys/biting

george has created a serious problem. you two have been dating for over three years, and he fed from you the first time about three months ago. the problem lies within the fact that he conditioned you to orgasm every time he used you as his glorified high-class wine bottle. on second thought, that’s a pretty good problem to have; his thirst is sated, and yours is as well.

upload 7 : pierre gasly x reader | witchcraft

witch!reader and potions master!pierre run a shop to fulfill anyone’s magical needs. it’s nearing valentine’s day, and the shop is bombarded with desperate humans looking for love charms & potions, even though there’s no magic spell strong enough to replicate true love. oddly, news travels from a few villages over that there’s a potions master who managed to make a real love potion. pierre has to get his hands on it—for the bit, obviously. there’s no way it will work.

upload 8 : lando norris x reader | pussy worship

if lando achieved a podium at silverstone, you promised you’d give him anything he wants. he thinks about it the whole race weekend, and when the two of you are celebrating his second-place finish, he tells you that he wants to take care of you. you’re disbelieving–he takes care of you every waking hour. lando, on the other hand, said that with his chest. and he’ll prove it to you.

upload 9 : charles leclerc x reader | orgasm delay/denial

the 2023 season has had a despicable effect on charles’ self-worth. it pains you to see how he attributes ferrari’s failure to deliver to himself. you can’t stand to see him berate himself for things that are out of his control. when the emilia-romagna grand prix is understandably canceled, you start forming a plan. if charles doesn’t believe he’s as good as you say he is, you’ll make him internalize it–using any means necessary.

upload 10 : yuki tsunoda x reader | ab-riding/frottage

your mental state is suffering–you’re not sure if you can handle alphatauri posting another thirst trap of your boyfriend to disguise their inability to build a car that doesn’t break within the first ten laps. but, when yuki posts his own half-naked picture on main? he’s asking for it, at this point. clearly, he’s been spending too much time with pierre.

© httpsserene 2023

[stevie-petey]

episode two: trick or treat, freak

 “Why do you only ever care about me when I’m some kicked fucking puppy?” Steve’s words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. “You know that’s not true,” “It’s not?” He scoffs at you. “Then explain what happened this summer.” “I…” You can’t.  Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.”

Summary: you and nancy have a bonding session in the library (kinda hot tbh), billy gives jonathan and steve a common cause to unite on: Protect Y/N, you're a chauffeur to a very sad steve harrington, and dustin uses will's trauma to his advantage.

Rating: general, slight cursing

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, slight sexual harassment (billy corners reader and is gross), cursing, alcohol

Words: 7.9k

Before you swing in: hello ! new chapter, we've arrived at halloween !! i finally get to have a fun authors note comment: i crashed my car lol. i'm fine tho and i hope yall enjoy and like what ive done and changed a bit with this episode. i had fun coming up with costume ideas for the reader, i think the character fits her well :) and before i go: i start school next week, so updates will def be coming a bit slower after this. anyways, happy reading !

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The Henderson house is pure chaos morning of Halloween. 

Dustin is running around the house, screaming about how his costume has to be absolutely perfect and that if you don’t hurry up with the jack-o-lantern pancakes then he’s going to just leave without eating breakfast. Meanwhile your mother is running after him, straightening his suit and tidying his hair. 

“The pancakes are almost done, my god.” You flip the last pancake, but in your rush the jack-o-lantern’s smile turns into more of a grimace, but hey, food is food. You quickly set Dustin’s plate down on the table and practically shove him into the seat. 

“Eat.”

“But my proton blaster–”

“Is on the steps, I’ll grab it. Eat, I want pictures with you.” You kiss the top of your brother’s head and then run over to grab his costume’s prop. 

“I’m thirteen now, I don’t need my sister doting on me–” Dustin complains, but then his eyes land on the mini Reese’s Pieces you’ve decorated his pancakes with and quickly changes his tone. “Oh! Candies! Yummy!”

You laugh at him and bring his backpack over. The Ghostbusters matching costume idea that boys have planned for today makes you want to just sweep them all into your arms and kiss their tiny little faces. They may be getting older with crushes and angsty feelings, but they’re still the same nerdy little boys you met when you were twelve. 

Dustin wolfs down his pancakes and your mom prepares her camera. You woke up earlier than usual this morning specifically so that you could make Dustin’s annual Halloween pancakes and then take pictures of him with his costume on. As soon as he’s done eating, you and your mom whisk him towards the fireplace for pictures. 

“Oh, I want to see those pearls!” Your mother squeals as she takes a million pictures of Dustin. When he smiles, she loses her mind. “Yeah! Lovely, I love it!”

You’re just as ecstatic as your mom. “Who you gonna call Dustin?”

“Ghostbusters!” He sings along, holding up his proton blaster with an even wider smile on his face. 

It’s a happy morning. 

Dustin puts on a show as he poses for your mom, and you even join in for some. Sure, you aren’t in costume, but who knows how many more mornings like these you have left? Dustin is getting older, all the boys are, so you plan on cherishing these mornings for as long as possible. 

You and Dustin are giggling as you now stand back to back, him holding his blaster and you holding up finger guns, and your mom is taking multiple final pictures when Jonathan arrives. He knocks on the door before letting himself in. When he sees you and Dustin posing, he starts loudly belting the Ghostbusters song. 

“God, bee. At least let my coffee kick in before you subject me to your horrible singing.” You playfully groan, grabbing your own backpack and pancakes to eat on the road. 

Jonathan ignores your teasing and ruffles Dustin’s hair. “Nice costume, bud.”

Dustin, seemingly still holding a grudge against the guy after your conversation from last night, slaps his hand away and glares at him. “Don’t mess up the hair.”

Your brother proceeds to stare Jonathan down, gives him an “I’m watching you” gesture, and then walks out the front door without any further words. You, Jonathan, and your mom all stand in the living room in varying states of emotions. You’re trying not to laugh at your brother’s antics, your mom is happily looking at the photos she took, and Jonathan is standing there in complete confusion. 

“What was that about?” He asks you, slightly hurt by Dustin’s rebuff. 

“Shhh,” you hand him a plate of pancakes and then walk towards the front door. “Let’s get to school, bee.”

– 

At school, the mullet guy from yesterday finds you at your locker as soon as Jonathan has walked away. The two of you had been running behind schedule, so you’d told Jonathan to head to first period so at least he’d be on time while you tried to find your history textbook. 

As you’re digging through your locker, the mullet guy stalks up behind you. 

“I never got your name,” he says with a breathy voice, standing way too close behind you. 

You straighten your back, but don’t turn around. You know that if you do, the guy will only get a kick out of having your face close to his. “You never asked.”

“So there’s some sass to you underneath all that sweetness.” His breath hits the back of your neck and you shiver, but in a way that makes you feel dirty and unclean. 

“What do you want?” You ask the guy, your fingers wrapping around the textbook that you’ve finally found. If needed, you’re sure it’ll make a handy weapon. It’s only you and the guy in the hallway. Everyone else has holed up in class and you’re now regretting sending Jonathan away. You feel trapped, vulnerable, and you hate it. 

Mullet man chuckles deeply, his voice reverberating against your back. “Nothing yet. Just thought I’d introduce myself to such a pretty face.” 

You don’t say anything, your fingers only tighten around your textbook. If he gets any closer, you’ll swing. 

Though you can’t see him, you can feel his eyes flicker to your textbook and he lets out another cruel laugh. “Loosen up, sweetheart, I won’t hurt ya.” You don’t move, and he seems to get another kick out of this. “My name is Billy. Remember that for me, alright?”

Finally Billy steps away from you and you slowly release all the tension that’s built up within you. You still don’t turn around, he hasn’t left yet, but your hands are shaking a bit and you feel unsteady. 

“Would you do me a favor, Billy?” Your voice is steady, there’s no trace of the fear within you.

“I’m listening,” Billy is practically purring and you want to gag at how much his cockiness oozes around you. 

You turn, now finally facing him, and slam your textbook against Billy’s chest. “Learn some fucking personal space.” 

Billy’s only reaction is a smile, which only makes you more uncomfortable, but you refuse to show him this. Instead, you square your shoulders and walk towards your first class. You’ve dealt with assholes in the past; you’ve known Steve Harrington since you were twelve. But Billy is different. 

You’re not sure if you want to find out just how different he is from Steve. 

– 

Another small highlight of your school year so far has been your study sessions in the library with Nancy resuming. The two of you had drifted apart this summer, you just rarely ever saw the girl in between your hectic work schedule and her dates with Steve, but from the first day of junior she’s helped you with your math equations and you’ve helped her with her english essays. 

It’s a good trade off and you’ve enjoyed spending time with the girl. Unlike last year, Jonathan doesn’t join anymore. He can’t be too close with her now that she’s back with Steve. So, it’s just you and her for an hour every day during study hall. It’s nice, if you’re being honest.

Today though there’s something off with Nancy. 

She’s been tapping her pencil on the table for the last few minutes. Right before you can politely ask her to stop, the tip of the pencil snaps in half. She sighs. “Shit,” 

“There’s a sharpener over by the window,” you point towards the general direction. “Sharpen your pencil before these equations officially end my life.”

Nancy laughs, excusing herself and walks over to the sharpener. 

You focus back on your homework, the equations swimming around in your brain. It’s not that you’re necessarily bad at math, but you’re no whiz at it either. You get lost in the practice problems, erasing and re-erasing frequently, and you don’t realize just how long Nancy has been gone until she returns. She sits down, and you’re about to make a horrible joke about how stupid it is to find x, when you notice how shaken Nancy looks. 

“Woah, hey.” You set your pencil down and turn your attention to Nancy. “Are you okay? You look upset.” 

Nancy looks towards one of the library’s private study rooms and you see Steve’s retreating figure. You gather that something’s happened between them, but it confuses you because they’ve been nothing but lovey dovey ever since they got back together. What could possibly cause strife between them? 

“C’mon, you can talk to me. I’m known for my fantastic advice.” You probe again, and this time Nancy lets out a soft chuckle. 

“It’s��� complicated.” 

“Take all the time you need. I’ve been stuck on question five for like, twenty minutes now. Any distractions are welcomed.” 

Now Nancy lets out a genuine laugh and you find yourself laughing as well. The storminess behind her eyes from earlier has lessened, she looks more relaxed now. Once she’s done laughing, she takes a deep breath and starts from the beginning. “Steve and I have been having dinner with Barb’s parents.”

When Barb’s name leaves Nancy’s lips, you feel your stomach twist with guilt. Had you known this would be about Barb, you wouldn’t have pestered Nancy so much into speaking. You know how much she misses her best friend still, no one blames her. 

“Well that sounds nice,” you try to comfort. “I’m sure they appreciate your company.”

Nancy bites her lip and looks away from you. “They wouldn’t if they knew Steve and I killed Barb.”

Shock washes over you. “Can I ask for some context?”

“Steve and I… When I forced Barb to come to his stupid party with me, we–we left her alone that night. By the pool…” Nancy’s voice cracks, and you grab her hand to encourage her to keep going. “We went upstairs to have sex, and Barb–she didn’t want me to leave her alone but I–I did and–”

You remember the photos Jonathan took last year, specifically the one where Barb had been sitting all by herself along the pool’s edge. Behind her had been a shadowy figure, a monster you soon would learn was from an alternate dimension with an intent to kill. 

“You think Barb died because you left her alone to go have sex with Steve.” You finish for Nancy, her tears rendering her unable to say more. 

She nods, looking away again as more tears stream down her face. You feel horrible for her, knowing first hand just how cruelly guilt can eat away at someone. Jonathan doesn’t know this, but you still think you’re the reason Will disappeared last year. You were the one who left him alone that night. If you had been there, if you had dropped him off at the Byers’ doorstep, you’re sure that he would’ve never ended up facing the horrors that he did. 

As for Nancy, you understand everything she’s feeling and more. It isn’t fair how one simple choice, one moment of selfishness, can lead to such tragedy and pain. 

Cautiously, you ask Nancy a question. “Does Steve know about the guilt you feel?” 

“He knows, but he doesn’t understand.” Nancy’s voice laces with grief and bitterness. “He found me by the pencil sharpener. There was this girl, she looked so much like Barb and I just… I zoned out. I was stuck there, thinking about her, when he found me.” 

“Did he notice you were upset?”

“Of course he noticed. He’s Steve, I could shed a single tear and he’d be all over me like I’m some baby.” Nancy scoffs, which makes you frown. You’re not sure what’s so wrong with that, having someone so attuned to your emotions because they love you that deeply. 

You push aside your thoughts, however. “What happened, then?”

“We went into a study room and I snapped.” Nancy’s close to tears again. “I just… I want to tell Barb’s parents what really happened. They’re selling their house, Y/N. They’re selling their own home to afford this private detective who promised them he’d find out what happened to her. What–what kind of person would I be if I let my best friend’s parents go bankrupt for being worried about their only child?”

“Nancy…”

“And Steve, he just… He told me it was a bad idea, that–that our families could get hurt and all that bullshit, but what am I supposed to do? I’m trying to figure something out, to fix this, and Steve just wants to go to some stupid party and pretend everything is okay?” Nancy is almost shouting now, and you nervously look around to make sure you're not disturbing anyone. It’s still a library, after all.

Nancy takes a few seconds to collect herself, to steady her breathing and control her anger. You let her take all the time she needs, and when she seems calm enough, you speak. “I understand where you’re coming from and why you’re upset. What happened to Barb is despicable, but… Well, I also agree with Steve.” 

“Y/N–”

“No, okay. Listen for a second,” you pause, trying to figure out exactly how to say what you’re thinking. “I think Steve means well, he doesn’t have a malicious bone in that silly body. The Halloween party can be a good thing for you if you let it, a way to destress. You have to move on, you have to allow yourself to move on.”

Nancy tries to argue some more but you continue. “I understand your guilt better than anyone else, I was the one who lost Will that night. But we all signed those contracts, Nancy. If we told anyone what really happened to Barb… It wouldn’t be fair to everyone who gets hurt, all our family members, because we broke a legal oath. You understand that, right?”

“I understand, but it’s not fucking fair.” Nancy’s eyes have a determination in them that startles you. You’ve always known that she was fierce, but seeing the edge in her eyes almost scares you. She’s angry, more than you’ve ever seen her before. 

You sigh. “I know, I wish I could do more, but…”

Nancy nods, understanding that there’s not much else you guys can do. You hate to let her down like this, you know she needs to hear something else, to feel supported, but you don’t know what else to tell her. 

Steve’s right in his own way, and so is Nancy. 

“Can you at least come to the party tonight?” Nancy softly pleads. “It’s just, I’ll feel more comfortable with you there, like I’m less crazy… I mean, that is if you even want to come and–”

“Of course I’ll come, Nance.” You don’t even hesitate to promise her this, nor do you realize that you’ve just called her “Nance”. It slipped from your tongue naturally, as if solidifying your friendship with the girl. You hate parties and loud crowds, but if Nancy needs you there by her side, to hold her hand and remind her of how brave she is, then you’ll happily do so. 

Nancy sinks into her seat, relieved. “Thank you, I owe you one.”

“I’ll hold you to that, you know.”

Nancy throws a piece of paper at you and you dodge it, throwing your pencil at her in retaliation. The two of you break out into a fit of giggles until the librarian eventually snaps at you guys and reminds you to be quiet. 

You reluctantly get back to work, and as you’re writing down more complex equations, you notice that there’s still a far off look in Nancy’s eyes. You know that she’s still thinking about Barb, the guilt eating away at her, and you know that the topic is far from settled.

–  

Halloween is in full swing the second Jonathan drops you off at home from school. There’s already kids milling around up and down your block in an assortment of costumes, all squealing with joy as they collect their candy. 

“Meet you in two hours?” You ask Jonathan as you unbuckle your seatbelt. 

“Yeah, but remember that I’m not wearing a costume.”

“C’mon, bee! It’s Halloween, where’s your holiday spirit?”

Jonathan groans. “Nag at me all you want, I’m not dressing up. I will, however, offer to be your arm candy.” 

“That’s the spirit!” You kiss Jonathan’s cheek and run out of the car and straight into your house. You have two hours to wrap up goodie bags for the neighborhood kids and then get dressed in your costume. It’ll be a tight schedule, but luckily you’re off of work tonight. 

It takes you about an hour to assort all your gift bags, separating the boys’ bags from the local kids’ bags, and before you know it you’ve successfully hand packaged goodie bags for an entire army. Once you’re done, you run to your room and throw on your costume. The dress slips over your head and settles gently over you.

You stand in front of your mirror and smile. 

It’s perfect. 

You’re going as Princess Buttercup tonight for Halloween. You read the Princess Bride around the end of summer and quickly fell in love with Buttercup. You’re not sure if you fell in love with the character because you read the book right after pushing Steve away, or because you saw yourself in Buttercup, but you came to adore her. 

Buttercup may have been a bit ditzy, but she loved with everything within her, and with such a passion, that you couldn’t help but admire her. It was her love for others that ultimately drove the story further, and you think there’s something beautiful about that. 

The red dress fits perfectly around you and you grab the gold chain that will serve as your belt. Once you’ve secured it around yourself, you place Buttercup’s golden circlet around your head. The costume had been pricier than you would’ve preferred, but as you stand in front of the mirror, you truly do feel like a princess. 

Your bee necklace, a wonderful gift from Jonathan, catches light from your window and you smile, bringing your fingers up to the pendant. It’s the only jewelry you need.

“Y/N! Are you almost done? Will radioed that they’d be here soon.” Dustin pounds on your door. 

You fling the door open. “I’m done, I just need to put on some makeup.”

Your brother makes a face as he walks into your room and plops himself down onto the beanbag. “You own makeup?”

“Yes, dear brother. I’d wear it more often if I had the time, but between herding you around and my school assignments, I can’t.” You dig through your makeup bag, opting for just mascara and a shimmery pearl eyeshadow. You’ll put on your lipstick in the car to save some time. 

“This doesn’t have anything to do with Jonathan, does it?”

You roll your eyes at Dustin. “No, believe it or not I can choose to do things without the influence of others.”

“Hmm, alright. Hurry up though, Mike had this awesome plan to hit up every house with the big candy bars and–”

“Dustin!” You throw a pillow at the boy, shutting him up. “Shush so I can focus.”

He grumbles but remains silent, now watching as you put your makeup on. It’s been a while since you’ve last worn any, so you’re slower than usual. Just as you’re finishing up your mascara, a car honks outside. 

Dustin runs out the room and you quickly grab your lipstick and follow after him. You’re wearing your mother’s mary janes again and they pinch your feet as you run, but whatever. You feel pretty tonight, you’re somebody else for now, a princess free from any burdens and stress. 

Jonathan is standing outside his car, waiting for you, and when you see him you practically fling yourself in his arms. “You dressed as Westley!”

He spins you around a bit, his plastic sword hitting against his leg. “You wanted me to wear a costume, right?”

You nod, inspecting his costume with glee. He looks amazing, dressed in Westley’s iconic all black attire, his sword by his side, and a mask tied loosely around his neck. To anyone else, Jonathan would look like a regular guy with an affinity for black, but to you, he was dressed as your knight in shining armor. 

He’s the Westley to your Princess Buttercup. 

Jonathan kisses your knuckles. “Well then, as you wish.”

His words are smooth velvet against your skin, they warm you as the late October air encases you. As you wish, words that became their own I love you within the book. A promise, similar to the one Jonathan made you last year in the passenger seat of his car, pinkies intertwined. 

Something stirs within you, seeing Jonathan’s proud smirk on his face because he’s once again managed to surprise you, and the feeling is sickly sweet like syrup. It runs through you slowly, covering every inch of you, and you bask in it.

For now, he’s still yours. 

“Can we go now? You guys are gross.” Dustin calls from the car, annoyed. 

You and Jonathan spring apart in embarrassment. He laughs, rubs the back of his neck, and tells you, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“Why thank you,” you curtsy. “You look rather dashing yourself, good sir.”

“I wasn’t kidding. You look… you’re beautiful.” The sincerity in Jonathan’s voice cuts through you, it cuts through everything between you, and you can only smile. 

“Thanks, bee.” You try to keep your voice playful, light and airy as always. “Now, open my door like the brave hero you’re dressed as.” 

Jonathan opens your door with a bow, causing you to laugh. You’re sitting in the backseat with Dustin, Will is in the passenger seat, and once you’ve buckled up, Will spins around in his seat to talk to you as Jonathan starts the car.

“Do you think it’s lame that you and Jonathan trick-or-treat with us?

You blink. “What did I miss?”

“I think it’s kinda lame,” Dustin voices next to you, but he lets out a pained squeak after you’ve elbowed his ribs. 

Jonathan turns onto the main road and scoffs at the boys. “You think we’re lame?”

“No, but…” Will sinks into his seat, and you watch as he begins to fiddle with the strap of his bag. He’s nervous. “It’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”

Jonathan’s silent, and you catch his eye in the rear view mirror. You know what he’s thinking: Will has been having even more problems in school, he’s sick of being babied, and yet here you guys are, babying him. 

You sigh. “Look, Will. We like trick-or-treating with you guys, we don’t go are your babysitters. We go because it’s fun and I get to enjoy free candy as a sixteen year old.” 

Will looks out the window and doesn’t acknowledge what you’ve said. You sigh again, knowing that nothing will appease him. He’s only allowed you to see a small portion of how much he’s struggled this year, but you can see his foundations crumbling. 

How is he expected to adapt if you and everyone around him refuse to let him do so?

You catch Jonathan’s eye again in the rear view mirror and he seems to be thinking the same thing. 

Mike and Lucas run out the Wheeler’s house as soon as you guys park in the driveway. Dustin immediately bolts out the door to greet them, obviously uncomfortable with all the tension, leaving you and Jonathan with Will.

Jonathan looks at you one last time and you nod your head in encouragement. He has to do this, he has to let Will grow on his own. 

“Hey, listen.” Jonathan says, stopping Will from leaving. “If I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?”

Will’s face lights up. “Yeah! Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”

“9:30?”

You reach over and pat Will’s back. “Now you’re pushin’ it, buddy.”

“What Y/N said. Be back by 9:00.” Jonathan instructs, but there’s a fond smile on his face. “Deal?”

“Deal!”

The brothers shake on it and you watch them with a smile. Jonathan hands Will one of Bob’s cameras and makes a poor Dracula joke and you love these boys so much. You wave goodbye to Will as he quickly gets out of the car and runs over to his friends. There’s a new skip in his step, he’s happier than you’ve seen him in a while.

“Alright,” you crawl over the passenger seat and plop yourself in rather ungracefully. “I’d say that went well.”

“We made the right choice, right?”

“I hope so.”

Jonathan sighs and watches the kids, who have now started hitting each other with their candy bags. You flip down the windscreen and use the small mirror in it to apply your lipstick. When Jonathan sees what you’re doing, he does a double take.

“Wait, are you putting on lipstick?”

“Mhm,” you knit your brows together, focused. “We’re going to a party.”

“We are?”

“Nancy begged me to come, and we just left the boys to go trick-or-treating on their own, so what else are we supposed to do tonight?”

“Nancy begged you to come–”

You finish your lipstick and flick Jonathan’s nose to shut him up. “Stop asking so many questions and just start the car, doofus.”

– 

The Halloween party is in full swing by the time you and Jonathan arrive. There’s a bunch of drunk teens in an array of costumes, ranging from classic heroes to dumb movie references, and the music is so loud you could hear it while you were still five blocks away. 

Jonathan parks the car and looks around wearily. “Are we really doing this?”

“Unfortunately I hate disappointing people, so yeah. We are.”

“One day your people pleasing needs will get you in trouble.”

“I will stab you with your plastic sword.”

“So sweet to me,” Jonathan quips, which you roll your eyes at. 

As you’re walking to the front door, you hear a crowd chanting Billy’s name. You freeze, knowing it could only be that awful mullet guy from earlier, and quickly shove Jonathan inside the house. 

“Who’s Billy?” He asks, confused.

You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, let’s try to find Nancy–”

“Nice costume.” A girl dressed in goth attire interrupts you, her eyes only on Jonathan. 

Oh great. Another girl interested in Jonathan. 

Jonathan looks between you and the girl. “Huh?” 

“Nice costume. Going as a goth with a sword?”

“Actually,” you step in front of Jonathan now, forcing the girl to acknowledge your presence. “We’re matching. He’s Westley, I’m Princess Buttercup. Do you like it?”

The goth girl rolls her eyes. “Yeah, totally.” She steps past you and faces Jonathan again. “I’m Samantha.”

Jonathan is again looking between you and the girl, this time with even more fear and confusion on his face, and you almost want to laugh at him in pity. He’s never had a girl so blatantly hit on him, it’s almost hilarious if you ignore the fact that you’re in love with him. 

You leave Jonathan to handle the situation himself, scanning the room for Nancy. When you finally spot her, your heart sinks. She’s dancing with Steve, who looks fucking criminally good in his costume. You’re not sure who he’s dressed as, but he puts his Raybans in his mouth and smirks at Nancy and suddenly you understand why so many girls whisper in the halls about his lips. 

Nancy looks even better, her white blouse accentuating her beauty even more. She’s dancing with her arms around Steve and now you suddenly really want a drink. Seems like they’ve made up, then. 

Right as you’re about to pull Jonathan away from that Samantha girl and call it quits for the night, defeated and pride wounded, you see Steve and Nancy begin to argue over by the punchbowl.

Shit. 

You head towards them, shoving past hoards of people who seem to refuse to move. Nancy sees you approaching and only seems to become more upset. Her movement is unsteady, her eyes droopy and glossed over, and even before you walk up to her you know she’s heavily drunk. She’s in a tug of war with Steve and a cup. It’s clear he’s trying to cut off her alcohol intake.

“Hey, Nancy is everything okay–” Your words are cut off as punch splashes all over her white blouse.

Everyone around the couple gasps, and you wince at all the attention. Everyone stares between you, Steve, and Nancy. You quickly find some napkins and begin blotting at her blouse, trying to get as much of the punch out of it, but she drunkenly bats you away. 

“Don’t need help,” she slurs, but you shush her. 

“I got it, why don’t we go get some water?”

Steve steps in front of you now, aware of the fact that everyone is still staring, and says his first words to you in months. “She’s my girlfriend, I’ll take care of her. Just… just go, Y/N.” 

He dismisses you with a wave and you feel hurt wash over you. He hadn’t even spared you a single glance, he just treated you like some annoying fly in his way. You watch, defeated, as Steve guides Nancy to a room and you’re left alone at a party you hadn’t even wanted to go to in the first place. 

How fun. 

You crumble up one of the napkins in your hand and will away your anger. You don’t deserve to feel angry at Steve’s actions, you’re the one who was so dismissive of him in the first place. He’s just following along, doing what you’ve forced him to do. 

As you’re lost in thought, Billy corners you in the kitchen.

“We meet again, sweetheart.” His breath reeks of alcohol and you cringe, the smell burning your nose. 

“Didn’t I tell you to learn some goddamn personal space?” 

Billy laughs dryly, stepping forward every time you take a step back. Too late, you realize what he’s doing. Before you can stop it, he has your back pressed against a nearby wall. “Now where’s the fun in that?”

You look around, but everyone who had been in the kitchen earlier seems to have left or are far too drunk to realize what’s happening. Billy is peering over you and every part of you wants to run away, to cower. You’ve never been able to handle aggressive men well, no matter how much of a front you put on around Lonnie, you always trembled when he was near. 

Billy is no different, and he sees your unease. “Aw, is the princess nervous?”

“I’m surprised Max taught you what a princess looks like.”

At the mention of Max’s name, Billy’s cocky grin slips. Confusion masks his face now, making him appear more human than obnoxiously handsome. “So you know my little sister?”

You try to shove past him, but Billy plants his feet down and places both arms against the wall, trapping you. He’s surrounded you, he wants a reaction out of you. Taking a deep breath, you force yourself to steady your heartbeat and appear indifferent. 

“I have my ways,” you shrug, but your heartbeat still pounds rapidly. 

Billy raises an eyebrow. “Pretty and intelligent. Why, look at you. I’m impressed, and yet I still don’t know your name.”

You try again to move, but Billy leans his head down and brings his lips to your ear to whisper, “I’ll beg for it, if you want me to.”

“Get off–” He’s too close. He’s too fucking close and his lips against your ear makes you want to throw up, you don’t like this and you feel so fucking pathetic being cornered by such an egotistical asshole. 

“Tell me your name, and I’ll go.” There’s a smile in Billy’s voice, you can hear it without even having to look, and it enrages you. You fucking hate men like him. 

“Just get the fuck off of me–” You’ve closed your eyes now as you shove harshly against his chest.

Suddenly there’s a thud, a loud “oomph”, and a collective gasp from onlookers at the party. Your hands meet the air, there’s now no one there to push against. Slowly, open your eyes. There, standing in front of you, is Steve holding a very angry Jonathan back while Billy is on the ground.

Jonathan yanks his arm free from Steve and stands over Billy, who is laying on the ground with yet another unnerving smile on his face. Your friend shakes his fist out, which you now see is red, Billy’s face showcases a matching mark. “She told you to get off of her.” 

A silence falls over the crowd.

Billy slowly stands up, wipes himself off, and then takes a bow. “Not bad, loner boy.”

Jonathan tries to step closer to him, but Steve grabs his shirt and shakes his head. “He’s not worth it, man.” 

“And what do you know about worth, Harrington?” Billy chuckles, now practically in Steve’s face. “Where’s that little girlfriend of yours? You should go ask her what she thinks you’re worth.” 

Steve’s face hardens, but you can see dried tears in his eyes. Seeing him about to crumble, you step between the boys. “Enough.”

They look at you, but you ignore them and then wave to the crowd of people still watching. “Show’s over! Go back to drinking away your sorry fucking lives.”

Jonathan pulls you close to him. “Bug, are you okay? Did he hurt you? We need to go home, I’ll bake you brownies and we can just–”

Jonathan’s concerned rambling is enough to make you smile, albeit faintly. “I’m fine, bee.”

Billy observes the interaction, he notices how Steve’s eyes flicker between your interlocked hands with Jonathan and the way your hair frames your pretty face. He sees it all, and he understands exactly what’s happening here. 

“Oh, Harrington.” Billy can’t wait to see what happens next. “You’re fucked.”

Steve watches as Billy leaves, confused by his words but too tired to think much of them. He’s had the worst fucking night of his life. His girlfriend just told him she doesn’t love him, then he came outside to see Billy pressing himself against you like some fucking creep. He hadn’t even gotten to help you, Jonathan had beaten him to it. All Steve could do was hold the guy back afterwards. 

Now Jonathan is holding your hands and whispering comforting words to you and you’re dressed in Steve’s favorite color, your lips an even prettier red, you’re wearing a goddamn tiara on your head like the princess you truly are, and Steve’s had just about enough of tonight. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N.” Steve tells you tiredly. He then turns to Jonathan. “Uh, Nance and I sorta… Can you just, give her a ride home? She doesn’t…”

Steve’s words catch in his throat and you grab his hand before you can stop yourself. “He’ll take her, won’t you, Jonathan?”

Jonathan stumbles over his words. “Sure, uh. Yeah, I can do that… What about you, though?”

You think about your conversation with Nancy earlier, how she seemed so upset with Steve, and how not even ten minutes ago they’d been fighting over by the punchbowl. There’s a hurt between them, one you think may be too big to patch up with just one conversation, but Jonathan doesn’t know all of this. 

“I’ll drive Steve home.”

Both boys stare at you like you’re insane, and honestly? You can’t blame them. 

You haven’t spoken to Steve in months, and Jonathan knows this better than anyone. 

“Y/N,” Steve lowers his voice. “I haven’t had anything to drink, there’s no need–”

“Too bad. I’m taking you home. Jonathan, go find Nancy and make sure she gets back okay.”

Jonathan and Steve try to argue, but you yank Steve’s hand and make him come with you. It’s long past time the two of you had a talk, anyways.

– 

When you exit the house, the weight of everything that’s just happened catches up to you. Your skin still feels raw, Billy’s presence lingering on you. Steve’s hand is warm in yours, but he isn’t holding on the way you secretly hoped he would. Jonathan’s confused and concerned eyes remain in the back of your mind, the image of him standing alone in the party makes you feel guilty. 

But you have to do this. You’re tired of being a coward.

Steve is silent as he guides you to his car. He’s parked pretty far, which you hadn’t been expecting. “What, do you not get a special parking spot as King Steve?”

He ignores your attempt at a joke and instead drops your hand. 

Okay. You deserved that. 

When you get to his car, Steve throws you the keys and silently gets into the passenger seat. You inhale, willing this to end well, and get in the driver’s seat. You start the car and the engine warms your fingertips. 

You start to drive. 

Steve is looking out the window, and you’ve never seen him appear so small. He’s closed into himself, his shoulders are hunched and his carefree smile from earlier is gone. 

“Not to make this awkward, but I kinda don’t know where you live.” You break the silence.

“Make a left up here.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened tonight–”

“Why do you only ever care about me when I’m some kicked fucking puppy?”

Steve’s words are vicious, and you flinch at his tone. “You know that’s not true,”

“It’s not?” He scoffs at you. “Then explain what happened this summer.”

“I…” You can’t. 

Steve sees your reluctance to say anything and lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, whatever. Some real fucking friend you were.”

You take a shaky breath. You knew this would be hard, but it still hurts more than you thought it would’ve. While you can’t tell Steve everything, you can offer him a half truth. It’s all you can afford, and it isn’t nearly half of what he deserves, but it’s all you can do. “I got scared.”

Your confession causes Steve to turn to you. “Scared?”

“Yeah, scared.”

“Gee, Y/N. That really explains a ton.”

You’re losing him again, so you offer him more. “I’m sorry, Steve. I really am. It’s just… I got scared, I’ve never been good at letting people in. I know it doesn’t excuse my actions, and you didn’t deserve any of it, but you just… You scared me.”

Steve is silent again, only mumbling a quiet, “Turn right after this light.”

“Look,” you push down your fear, you need him to hear you. “You came crashing into my life in such a violent way, and it became the best goddamn thing that happened to me. There you were, spending every day at my job just to talk to me. You asked me questions about myself and noticed things no one else had before and I just… I couldn’t do it.”

You look over at Steve and soften your voice, putting every ounce of your guilt and sincerity into your words. “I missed you.”

“Missed?” There’s something in Steve’s voice that you can’t quite decipher, it’s almost too delicate to examine. 

“Miss. I miss you,” you correct, and it takes everything within you not to confess more. To tell him you miss how his eyes turn a warm toffee in the late afternoon light, that you miss his obsession with his mom’s banana bread and that you have a recipe at home that you never got to make for him. You almost tell him that even though you pulled yourself away, you can’t seem to separate him from you. He’s everywhere. 

But what you can’t tell Steve, what would break you if he ever found out, is that you’ve come to love how he’s everywhere.

Steve is silent, and you swallow down your tears. It wasn’t enough, but at least you tried. 

As you turn into his driveway, Steve finally speaks. “All my life, all I’ve ever wanted was for people to like me.”

“Steve…”

“And every time I think someone finally likes me, I’m wrong. They leave me. I mean, you left me without a fucking word, Nancy lied about loving me, and my bullshit friends at school have replaced me with Billy.” 

Nancy lied about loving him?

Steve looks down at his hands, his eyelashes are wet with fresh tears. “I don’t know what I keep doing wrong.” 

You throw yourself across the car’s console and wrap yourself around the boy. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Steve places one arm around you, then slowly he places his other, and for the first time in months you’re finally back in his arms. He’s surrounded in you again, and he never, ever wants to let you go. 

“You won’t leave me again?”

Steve asks this so softly, as if too scared to bring the words into the light and risk them scaring you away. You tighten your arms around him and bury your nose into his neck, his cologne making your brain dizzy. “Never. 

And it’s enough for now. 

The pieces settle between you and Steve. Something clicks into place and you know that he feels it, too. He tightens his own arms around you, draws small circles against your back, and you stay like that for what feels like hours. 

Eventually the two of you break apart and head into his house. He offers you something warm to drink, but you decline. It’s late, you should be heading home soon. You ask Steve where his phone is and then call Jonathan, telling him to come get you from Steve’s.

Jonathan doesn’t ask any questions, his own voice sounding off on the phone. You know that tomorrow you’ll have to explain to him what happened with Steve, and he’ll have to explain what’s happened with Nancy. But tonight, you both settle on ignoring the topic for now. 

Steve waits with you downstairs for Jonathan. 

“If we’re going to be friends again, then I demand my nickname.” 

You look up at the boy and laugh. “What if I told you I still haven’t figured it out yet?”

“Can you at least give me a hint?” Steve bats his eyelashes at you and you shove him away with another laugh.

“Hm,” you think for a moment, reveling in the simplicity between you two again. “It’s lovely. That’s all I can say.”

Steve makes a face. “Lovely? That’s all I get?”

“Mhm.” You poke his face. “For now, please just trust that I’ll stay.”

Steve looks away for a moment, and you admire his lovely side profile, before he finally seems to settle on his thoughts. “Fine, but I expect some type of baked good every day from here on out.”

“Deal.” You raise your pinky and offer it to Steve, who smiles and shakes his head, but wraps his own pinky around yours.

Steve’s eyes are still red, from exhaustion and heartbreak, and yours are probably no better. You know there’s so much the two of you have to face tomorrow morning, to talk about and deal with. Nancy, Jonathan, Billy. But for now, Steve’s pinky is around yours and you couldn’t ask for a better end to your night. 

It’s a start.

It’s all you could’ve asked for. 

Jonathan arrives later and waits in the car, seeming to sense that you want some privacy as you say goodbye to Steve. 

“That’s my ride.” You nudge him. “Oh, don’t think I forgot about the Nancy thing. We’ll talk about that tomorrow.”

“What–”

“We’re friends again and I nag all my friends about their emotions. You were spared last year, but this year? Buckle up, buddy.”

Steve lets out a tired laugh. “Do I have to sign another contract?”

“Nah, you just have to trust me.”

“I do.” He says, no ounce of hesitation. 

You squeeze his hand. “Then that’s all I need. Goodnight, Steve. Get some rest.”

Steve nods and watches as you walk towards Jonathan’s car. He stays outside for a while, long after the car has faded in the distance. The cold air makes him shiver, but after everything that’s happened tonight, he welcomes it. His mind is spinning, he’s not sure if he feels more heartbreak or relief, but he decides he doesn’t care. 

For now, he’s content. 

Now that he has you in his life again, no matter what happens between him and Nancy, he knows he’ll get through it with you holding his hand. 

– 

The drive home is quiet. Both you and Jonathan seem to be lost in your own thoughts. When you get to your house, you simply tell your friend, “Tomorrow. We’ll talk about it all tomorrow,”

Jonathan nods, his eyes as tired as yours. “Tomorrow.”

You walk inside your house and notice all the lights off. You’re home later than you originally planned, your mom must be asleep already. You kick off your shoes and sigh tiredly. Tonight has exhausted you. 

However, you feel bad about skipping out on the boys, so you walk towards Dustin’s room and quietly knock on the door to apologize. After a few knocks, Dustin cracks his door open. “Yes?”

“Hey, just wanted to ask how tonight…” You notice Dustin’s stance, how he seems to almost be trying to block your view of something. “Is everything alright?”

Your brother quickly repositions himself. “Fine! Nothin’ to see here!”

He’s definitely acting suspicious. 

“Open the door, show me what’s inside.”

You go to shove your way in, but Dustin scrambles and ends up shouting, “Will had another episode tonight!

“What?” You freeze. 

Dustin lets out a breath of relief. He knew using Will’s episode would be a good distraction from what he has in his room. “Will, he had another episode. He’s fine, though… Just thought you should know.”

“Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Actually,” Dustin lets out a yawn. “I’m kinda tired. Ya know, trick-or-treating is hard work. Can we just call it a night and talk about it tomorrow?”

“I mean, I guess?” Your list of things you need to talk about tomorrow keeps growing. 

“Sweet! Goodnight, Y/N!” And with that, Dustin slams his door in your face. He presses his back pressed against his door as he steadies his heartbeat. That was close, too close. After a couple seconds, he walks over to his turtle’s tank and greets Dart again. “Sorry buddy, had to get Y/N away. She’d freak if she found out about you.”

Dart lets out a small screech in response. 

“Wonder how long I can keep this from her.”

Meanwhile, you stand in the hall for a moment, completely bewildered as to what’s just happened. It feels like you missed a few important details. There’s something happening, but you have no idea what.

You go to your room and make a plan. Tomorrow, you’ll order a code blue with Dustin and demand information. For now, all you can do is get ready for bed and hope that whatever he’s hiding, it isn’t as monumental as El had been. 

Tonight, you go to bed thinking of Nancy and Steve, worried about them both.

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Kinktober Day 31- Slasher!Grimmjow x F!Reader

Summary: It's Halloween and the Slasher is back at it. Will you take Grimmjow's advice and stay home or get caught by the slasher?

Warning: MINORS DNI, SMUT, mentions of murder, public sex??? It counts even if ppl dead right lololol???

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"For the fuckin' last time, (Y/N), stay inside this Halloween! It's too dangerous for ya." Grimmjow barked as he followed you to your dorm room.

"I'm not a child, Grimmjow. I've finally been invited to a party and I want to go," You said with a soft pout.

You and Grimmjow had become unlikely friends when you started college together. Grimmjow was known as a foul mouthed brute, barely making his way through college, while you were a straight A student.

"Yeah, by the dicks of campus. C'mon, that slasher dude is out there and they are prime targets. I don't wanna see yer body on the news."

"Oh, Grimmjow," You smiled and pulled him into a hug, "There's way too many people. I can't live my life in fear. Why don't you be my bodyguard then?" You asked.

Grimmjow pulled his hands away from your hips, wanting to keep you close. He gave you a lazy glare,

"Ya know I always will be...but I ain't goin' to that party." He sighed heavily, fixing your hair, "What ya wearin'?"

"Wanna see?"

You smiled brightly as you went to change into your costume. Honestly, it was a bit on the slutty side, but that was what all the girls at the party were going to wear. You just wanted to fit in, but if Grimmjow liked you in the outfit, you would feel much better.

You loved Grimmjow, but you were afraid of ruining your friendship with him.

"Ta~daaaa~"

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Grimmjow felt his dick do all the talking as you stepped out of the bathroom with a tight devil suit. Your breasts and ass barely holding onto the thin costume. Hiding his erection, Grimmjow watched as you posed for him.

"Fuck, (Y/N), ya really wearin' that?"

"Do you not like it?" You frowned, sulking your shoulders. Grimmjow cussed lowly,

"I do, but why do others gotta see ya in that?"

"I was told that all the girls have to be in something like this," You pouted, glancing at him. Grimmjow just grumbled and started to leave,

"Ya look good. Look, I'll text ya later...Got shit I needa do."

Grimmjow cussed quietly as he hurried out of your dorm. Not only did he have to take care of his erection, but he needed to get ready for tonight. No one would going to see you in that sexy costume.

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You were nervous. The amount of looks you had while on the way to the party made you think twice. As worried as you were, you needed to go to this party. You were finally going to fit in at the college!

Approaching the house, you could hear the music from a mile away. It was strange to not see anyone outside. You knocked, but with no answer, you opened the door.

"Um? Hello?"

Gasping loudly, you froze as you saw piles of bodies laying on the ground. Blood soaking the floor. You wanted to scream, but your voice was stuck in your throat.

Ready to run, you cried as someone wrapped their arms around your waist.

"Please! No!"

"Shh, yer bodyguard is here," Grimmjow whispered into your ear.

"G-Grimmjow?!"

Sobbing as your fear slowly went away, you turned around and hugged your friend. Grimmjow's hands wrapped around your body as he gently lifted you up. His hands grabbing your ass.

"G-Grimm-"

"I told ya not to come 'ere," Grimmjow said with a sigh as he walked up the stairs, "Didn't want ya to see this."

"Huh?"

"These fuckers were gonna pull a cruel prank on ya, heard em talk bout it." Grimmjow placed you on a bed, "Had to fuck em up before they could do that...plus...yer outfit is only for my eyes."

"Grimmjow?" You were surprised by his words then gasped as you saw the party hosts tied up, dead against the closet, "W-Wait!?"

"Shh, I ain't never gonna hurt ya,"

Grimmjow stroked your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you. He took off his clothes, placing himself between your legs. You weren't sure what the think right now. Your body was getting hot for Grimmjow, but you were scared from the murders.

"Did you-"

"So fuckin' sexy," Grimmjow groaned, pulling your bottom part of the costume to the side, revealing your dripping pussy, "Hehe, yer body wants me too."

"W-Wait....Grimmjow...did you kill everyone here?" You finally asked.

Grimmjow gave you another lazy look, which answered your question. He hovered over your body, his fingers trailing your exposed cunt before pinching and rubbing your clit. You gasped, moaning softly and squirming against his touch.

"Will ya hate me if I did?"

You whimpered, unsure how to answer that. You thought you knew Grimmjow. He was your best friend, but to murder people? Grimmjow was the slasher this whole time? It was wrong to love him, but you didn't want to lose him.

"No," You admitted.

Grimmjow smirked as he lifted your legs, kissing you again before sliding his dick inside your tight folds. You gasped and whined in response, feeling strange. Grimmjow was filling you up in a house full of people he just killed. This was wrong, but it felt so good.

"W-What if you get caught?" You asked. Grimmjow raised a brow as he started to thrust inside you, "Ah~"

"Don't worry bout that. Just focus on ma dick inside ya." He grumbled, enjoying the sounds you were making, "Listen to yerself, so fuckin' sexy. Been waitin' for this just as long as I have?"

"Hn~ Mhm~" You gripped the bed sheet, arching your back as you felt Grimmjow's dick kiss every part of your pussy.

"That's my good girl. Let the last thing these assholes see is their killer fuckin' the girl he loves."

"Ah~ MhM~ G-Grimm~" You couldn't think straight as Grimmjow kept pounding his dick into you.

You gasped and moaned as you felt your core starting to build up heat. You were going to cum soon. This was wrong. Having sex right after the man you loved killed a bunch of people. It was wrong, but oh so exciting.

"Gonna cum for me? If ya do, then I ain't got no choice but to fill ya up." Grimmjow chuckled darkly, his pace picking up, "Like the thought of me bein' a killer? An even bigger bad boy than ya thought?"

"S-Stop s-saying...mhm~ ah~" You cried out as you felt your orgasm wash over you, "Grimm...hah~ hah~"

"Awe, don't get tired. Ya wanted to party all night, right? Well, yer gonna party with me." His smirk widening as he unloading inside you, watching you squirm.

"All night long."

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Grimmjow chuckled lowly as he held your hips, his dick still pounding inside your dripping pussy. He had you on all fours, facing the bodies of his victims. His cum was dripping out of your pussy with every thrust Grimmjow gave you.

"Yer just a moanin' mess, (Y/N). It's only been like thirty minutes, gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. Didn't think ya had the stamina for me." Grimmjow chuckled darkly.

"Mhm~"

"Hm, yer right. Better get outta here before anyone notices." Grimmjow grumbled.

Giving you one last load, Grimmjow let your limp body rest while he got dressed and cleaned up. He had to make sure there were no traces of either one of you at this house. This was always the most annoying part of his kills.

Once he was done, Grimmjow fixed your costume and picked you up. He had no choice but the take the sheets with him since both of your fluids were all over it.

"Hm, ain't nobody gonna say shit if yer at my place dressed like this. My little devil." Grimmjow chuckled, kissing your head as he jumped out the window, "Gonna fuck ya stupid, (Y/N), make sure ya never betray me."

Never.

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Sleep Token HC: Fall Festivities [ III ]

I’m back with some super short n sweet wholesome fluff HCs for the eepy boys. A stroke of inspo esp after talking to @inv3ga about what the boys would be for halloween 👹

III loves to do as much as he can during the fall time!!!

Haunted houses, hikes during peak leaf season, apple picking, pumpkin patches, bonfires, Halloween parties, fall markets, handing out candy to trick or treaters—he wants to do it all

And more importantly he wants to do it all with YOU

But most importantly—to show off his impressive fall wardrobe!!

You can’t convince me this man wouldn’t have an arsenal of some sick ass fits he’s curated for this time of the year?

The jackets, hoodies, layers of different prints and textures, doc martens, loafers, fuck it I see a pair of Uggs in the lineup too? III in a beanie?? A functional scarf to elevate a plain chilly day outfit? C’mon

Will definitely hold you on his shoulders so you can get the nicest shiny apple high up in the tree, just to admire how proud you look being able to snag it

And to tease you for being too short to grab it

Coming home with a shit ton of apples, donuts, pastries, and regretting it

“Should we hand out apples for Halloween this year?” He pondered to you, hands on his hips. Knowing he was not a baker of any sort, and he did not actually eat them

Has to carve pumpkins, determined to do the most complicated design. Creating utter chaos in your house. Pumpkin chunks and guts everywhere, covering you, the table, counters

“We’re painting pumpkins next year instead.” You glare playfully at him once you were done and assessed the aftermath.

“Sure we are, babe.” He wipes a stray seed from your cheek, pressing a sweet innocent kiss to your lips

I see him being a big beetlejuice guy. That becomes an annual comfort movie for him and part of his personality for the entire month of October

He forces you to lay on the couch and watch it with him, trapping you with his oversized lanky body to the the sofa, even when you know he’s going to fall asleep within the first hour

Dying his hair an electric green and everything going all out

He goes as him for Halloween with you being bride Lydia or Beetlejuice too? Him in a pin striped suit I’m feral

He’s so into matching and coordinating with you in general, so ofc he loves matching costumes

If there’s a competition at a party you two are attending for best couples costume—he’s going all in—he can’t have Sam and his plus one win like last year again!

They’re usually basic, not super thoughtful or witty, but you two are so cute anyway!

Would be the bf to get you a boo basket, especially if he hadn’t had the time to do enough things with you like he planned

Fills it with all your favorite candies and snacks, but is sure to include a shit ton of cheesy stuff too like gummy eyeballs, candy corn, and pumpkins. Your favorite beverages, a new warm blanket, candles, and trinkets of your special interests

Ofc topped with a corny filthy pickup line as the note

“I’m not a cannibal but I would like to eat you later.”

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 31

Bravern (and Lewis Smith) + unconventional

I had NO idea what to call this honestly, cuz I had already used size difference earlier and Braverns like 9 meters tall. I love this big bot, and I just wanted to finish kinktober even if I finished it late, so here we go.

Yall should watch Bang Brave Bravern so we can talk about it, it’s really good. Giant gay robot 👍

Some Bravern spoilers, so if you wanna watch it first, go do that. Its only 12 episodes. No outright smut in this one cuz I couldn’t figure out how to do it?

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Having a giant robot for a boyfriend was… different than your past relationships. Well, dating Lewis had been normal and all, but then he became a giant robot that reminded you of something out of Hollywood. You could already hear him whining that it wasn’t Hollywood but more so the mecha genre of Japanese superhero shows.

It was a bit of a mind fuck, or maybe a very big mind fuck. It felt kinda like having two boyfriends, but not really since they were the same guy, not again, not really. Lewis was still around, as himself, but he was also there, as Bravern. It also felt a bit like cheating, since no one but you had figured out who Bravern truly was.

But how could you not clock it immediately, when Lewis had spent hours telling you how his mecha would look, if he was in one of his shows or manga, back when you were both still in military training. You had never really gotten the gist of it, but it made Lewis happy. This also meant you easily went along with Halloween costumes he wanted to do, especially since seeing you in some sentai hero suit always got him so hot and bothered.

But, back to Bravern. It was almost impossible to meet up secretly with a robot, mecha, this big. He barely fit into the warehouse set up for him. Hed started stuttering over his words when you showed up saying you wanted to talk, and really, how could you not recognize your own boyfriend when he did that.

In the end, you coldly and seriously told him you knew his secret, making Bravern gulp, could mecha even gulp? But, before you knew it, Bravern had shifted into a ship? Car? Thing? And told you to get in so you could talk privately.

After getting the whole situation from him, part of you couldn’t help but be hurt that you weren’t his pilot. Why was Isami so great, when you were right there? Bravern, Lewis? Seemed to recognize your hurt feelings immediately, and scooped you up as carefully as one with a jellyfish in his giant metallic hands.

He immediately started apologizing in ways you knew so well, from the times hed accidentally ripped your shirts pulling them on thanks to his impressive pecs, or that time he scratched your car showing off one of the new nerd swords hed bought. You weren’t sure if mecha even could cry, but somehow Bravern looked near tears about it.

Even without pupils you could tell Bravern was looking at you the same way Lewis always did, when he felt like he had messed up and wanted to be forgiven. He always reminded you of a floppy eared golden retriever, and somehow, even as a giant 9-meter tall mecha, he still did.

A long-drawn-out sigh left your lungs as you pinched at the bridge of your nose, the noise making Bravern curl in on himself in such a familiar way. “Lift me closer to your face” you finally muster out, running a hand down your face as Bravern was quick to do so, seemingly not wanting to hurt your feelings even more.

Kissing a giant robot was even weirder, part of you wondering if he could even feel your tiny lips against his massive pair. This was probably how those chicks felt in the transformers fanfiction you sometimes read. What? There is very little male reader stuff, so you take what you can get.

Bravern jolted enough for the ground under you to shake a little, his lips parting for a moment before he pursed them. It was almost comical, to be standing on the palm of his giant hand as he pursed his lips, like some weird princess and the frog mockery, but the princess was a red, white and gold mecha, and the frog was you, in your dirty military uniform.

Placing a hand on his metallic chin kind of reminded you of doing checkups on your titanostrider, except Bravern was, more alive under your touch? It was difficult to explain, and you’d probably give yourself a migraine just thinking about it. You still hadn’t really registered how he was both here as Lewis, and here as Bravern at the same time.

When you kissed Lewis, you would always grab his chin between your pointer and thumb and squeeze it, just enough for him to part his lips so you could slide your tongue inside. Your hands seemed to have the same reaction with Bravern, whose large lips parted slightly. On Lewis it would barely have been noticeable, but as Bravern it was right there.

“Stick your tongue out a little” you mumble, somewhat unsure if he could even hear you, with you standing below his nose and his ears being… wherever they are on a mecha. But Bravern, always being so good no matter what form he was in, stuck the tip of his tongue out between his lips.

Normally, you liked to really coil your tongue around his, knowing it drove Lewis crazy to have all that spit and slobber all over his face and running down his neck. That obviously wasn’t possible, so instead you sank your teeth into the tip of Braverns tongue before sucking it into your mouth.

You hadn’t really had a tongue this big in your mouth before, so you resorted to the same tongue and suckling movements you’d do when you had your mouth around Lewis’s large pecs. There wasn’t a nipple to tease or bite at, so instead you just cranked up the way you rubbed and moved your tongue.

Hearing Bravern moan was so loud, and it surrounded you in a way you hadn’t experienced before. Even the times where you had Lewis sobbing with pleasure in your ear wasn’t like this, but Bravern sounded just as needy. His fingers trembled under you, like he wanted nothing more than to touch you, his lips parting further as his tongue slid more towards you, almost knocking you over.

For a split moment, the mental image of Bravern pulling your clothes off and just licking you flashed before your mind. It made you way too hard to be normal, and you had never had fantasies like that before, so you weren’t gonna acknowledge them more than blaming it on the fact that it was your boyfriend.

Bravern looked ready to eat you, he had that same look in his eyes that Lewis always got when you two were apart for longer periods of time, when he wanted to push you down on the bed and ride you till you felt like one of those scrunched up juice boxes with not even air left inside.

Of course, at that moment, as Braverns tongue neared your torso, did the phone in your pocket ring. Something inside Bravern must have notified him too, of whatever you were being contacted about, as he whined and pouted. “I-im sorry baby, w-we can… continue later” he stumbled, giving you a faint impression that he was looking around like crazy even without pupils.

“Sure. Its probably… important enough” you cough, trying to collect yourself again and pull your uniform back on to fit the standard. Bravern kissed your chest carefully, clearly fearing he might crush you if he pressed any harder.

The flight back to base was a quiet affair, the air thick with a familiar heated feeling. But duty calls, so its not like you could even rub one out in his cockpit and dirty talk him until he came in his pants, codpiece? Could mechas even do that? You didn’t know, but you knew damn well you could make it happen.

Instead, you had to step out of Bravern in his ship form and join the others, brushing off questions about what you had been doing with Bravern. The mecha was so much worse than you when it came to lying, stuttering something about wanting to show you how fast he could go, as Isami climbed inside.

You could feel Lewis staring at you, intensely enough that you had to look back at him. He was biting his lip in that oh so familiar way, his brows furrowed as he stared at your lips. You couldn’t help but reach up and touch them, only then realising they were probably flushed and kissed, making dread pool in your stomach.

But Lewis didn’t seem angry at the aspect that his boyfriend may have been off, making out with a giant robot. Instead, Lewis seemed quite hot about it, if the flush rising in his cheeks and the clear way he was swallowing his spit had anything to say. That… you noted down for later. But first, duty, and then… find a way to make your boyfriend, boyfriends? Kiss, since you knew it would drive them both crazy.

[gaycrittercentral]

Welp it’s not Halloween anymore (and actually these pictures are from last year hkkhljhl) but who give a shit y'all wanna see my goofy lil Sam costume :D if you were here for my Halloween stream then you already saw this but if not then LOOKIT MY SUIT BOY

Fun fact, I made all this last year and meant to post it then but I was just too lazy whoops. So I'm tryin to do better this time around, lmaoooo. Anyway yeah! Samb costume!! If you wanna hear how I made some of the elements for this and gathered up the rest, feel free to check out my ramblings under the cut :Dc

This was such a fun project. A lot of elements were of course just staples of businesswear, like I found the suit jacket at H&M and the pants at Target (and hemmed them because I love men's pants but they don't love my short-ass legs), but some parts were a bit more complicated. The hat, for example, I also found at Target, but it had the wrong kind of band, so I just took that off and hand sewed on a length of wide black ribbon in its place. I ain't no milliner or haberdasher or what have you but I feel like it came out pretty ok! And the ears were an element that I figured would be a fun addition lol, they are made of fleece I believe? I forget. I gave them a bit of soft stuffing so they're basically two soft pillows, and then safety-pinned them into the inner brim of the hat--that way I can look like a normal person if I ever decide to wear the hat in public lmao.

The tie was an absolute delight to work on. And also torture. Y'know, kind of a 'why not both' moment. I ended up reverse engineering a tie I already had and cannibalizing its inner fabric to make the new one, since I knew I wasn't going to wear the original. The new tie is made with a silky blue fabric that isn't silk that I don't remember what it is because I have a sponge for a brain. Sorry ^^; But basically I replaced the original outer part of the tie with my new fabric and sewed her up by hand (it's not really a machine job as far as I can tell), then painted on the stripes with watered down black fabric paint. I had hoped that watering it down would prevent it from making the fabric stiff, but that didn't end up working because it required so many layers to be opaque, oof. There's probably better ways to go about it, so if you're making your own Sam tie it's worth it to do some more research! Plus, they do sell regular blue ties out there that you could paint. I'm just insane. And tbh I wish I had just bought one but at least I can say I've made a tie now lmaoooo

And I suppose the last element of this is the paper bag Max puppet! I love him so dearly, he was a delight to make ^^ I'd tell you how to make him but why do that when obviously I learned from the original? Make sure to put one in your car ok it's really important

God I love this comic. And I also dearly dearly love how faithfully they adapted it in the cartoon <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Anyway that's it that's all I got!! Also because I've never worn this thing out of the house it doesn't have shoes to go with, I just got some brown socks. I figure it fits with Sam as a shoe-hating person lmaooo. ok that's all bye thanks for looking hope y'all had a happy Halloween!!!!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hi, Miss Raven! What're your thoughts on the new characters' designs and the new cards we're getting?

[You can see the designs for the Halloween 2023 cards and other related TWST news here!]

I'll post my general thoughts below! I unfortunately don't know enough about Pinocchio myself to point out all the little easter eggs in their outfits, so I'll leave that to those who are more knowledgeable than me.

***Spoilers below the cut!!***

Regarding the NRC boys' looks overall, I think it's a very fun theme and very fitting for the location of the event. I like that they all still wear masks, just in a different context than in Glorious Masquerade. One thing I did notice is that the masks seem... same-y? Like they all resemble thick tree roots or something like that. So maybe they aren't masks at all, but they're associated with whatever the conflict in the story is. (I previously suggested mind control or the loss of consciousness, so maybe the "roots" play into that???) You can see the marionette theme Yana was going for, as well as some design elements from Black Butler's circus arc, very clearly. The poses for each of the boys, even the R cards, are extremely dynamic and imply a strong sense of movement. The ribbons are such a simple detail that contributes a lot to this sense of whimsy and flow.

Some comments I have on specific designs and poses:

Suspenders are so... Trey 💀 THERE'S REALLY NOTHING ELSE FOR ME TO ADD HERE, THEY JUST SUIT HIM

I like it when Trey makes these kind of slightly sus but plausibly deniable faces... He should make more of them...

I can't see the front of Jack's outfit that well, so I don't know if I can fully comment on it??? But I can see his. Like. Physique... coming through... That chest to waist ratio/j

Seeing Jack's tail like that kinda weirds me out. I think that's the first time we've gotten a "full" view of how the tails look coming out of the pants??? So maybe I'll get more used to it with time...

J WORD MY BELOVED dghgqwktvwukdviu1vdutw1513FR7vuofOTVUofvfaafvfyivs.,bk;mobsdb;ibuafetvuqoffSEythTOTqebivfguovqnafCUtuiUIEtt please ignore my bias 🤡 The way his top hat is angled and how there's a dark blue ribbon around him... It vaguely looks like he's trying to pass as Crowley, LOL

I like how his undershirt is frilled and how he has that sash at his waist it reminds me of the genderbent design for my TWST OC! The fact that both he and Floyd have the eel emblem that resembles a heart is also really cute~

Lilis is my favorite design of the R cards!! There's a very good distribution of ruffles throughout the look, and his knotted skirts fit well with his personal flair.

I'm not a huge fan of the style of hat Cater's wearing (sorry to all the Cay-kun stans out there), but I can appreciate his look. His dress appears more militant than Trey's, and his posing is certainly more aggressive--it's nice to see him in this new light.

FHIBBAILAIBASIADIHBLBUDB EVERY TIME I SEE L*ONA NOW I'M GOING TO THINK OF THE ONE REBLOG I SAW THAT SAID "of course leona has his tits out again" BECAUSE THEY'RE RIGHT, HE'S LITERALLY THE GIRLIE THAT DRESSES SLUTTY ON HALLOWEEN AND SOMEHOW NEVER GETS COLD 😭 You go, king... Live your best life!!

Love L*ona-san’s new hairstyle here!! 👀

The way Floyd is posed reminds me of those people that walk around on stilts. I think I much prefer the coloration on Floyd's outfit than on Jade's, but I prefer Floyd's jacket to Jade's. I think Floyd's the best of the SR designs!

Shockingly, Vil's look doesn't stand out to me that much??? I enjoy his sash, but I don't immediately pick up on anything in his illustration that catches my eye.

His pose resembles that of a ballerina, which just makes me think about the time he assigned Epel and Deuce extra (ballet) dance lessons in book 5 ajdbhasivldsadued

Of the SSRs, Ace is definitely my favorite one. He just looks so dramatic soaking up that spotlight and trying to look cool while doing it... Bro's 100% thinking, "heheheheh, I'm SO awesome :))" in his head.

Ace's design also reminds me a lot of Jack Hearts (from Disney Villain Recruiters). Not sure if it was intentional or not, but I'm definitely super into it!

HHNNNNNGNGHGHHGHGNGNGHHGHGHGHGHHHHH I WANNA BITE HIS HEAD OFF AND BULLY HIM SO BAD, I WANNA WIPE THAT SMIRK OF FHIS DUMB FACEe Am I seriously about to revert back to my Brat Loving era for Trappola... Maybe so...

I was pretty much expecting a SSR Ace (because he's a trickster with a brother that works in an amusement park) and Ortho (literally a robot that became a real boy), but Kalim took me by surprise. In hindsight, I guess it makes sense though...? Kalim has a similar immature vibe as the other two (plus I do remember there being this one scene in Aladdin where the Sultan was dressed like a jester that was being maneuvered on puppet strings).

It's great that Kalim gets to be a little out of his usual element and make darker, more mysterious expressions like what we see in his new illustration. I'm not sure if I entirely agree with how he's dressed (the yellow jacket is WAY too bright), but I love his his coattails (???) trail behind him in waves.

OR-KUN MY SON 😭😭😭 As is the case with all of his gears, I adore how the devs creatively adapted clothing into metal parts for Ortho! The half-caplet is easily the best part of the whole look for me (the pattern on it reminds me of stars falling down)--and because Ortho has a smaller stature, the type of hat he's wearing isn't as offputting; it actually looks very cute on him.

ANYWAY, VERY HAPPY THAT ORTHO GETS TO HAVE A HALLOWEEN SSR TO MATCH HIS BROTHER'S HALLOWEEN SSR FROM LAST YEAR... They match!!!

... Is that the fucking cricket on Ortho’s cape... and the goldfish on Kalim’s scarf… AND THE CAT ON ACE’S WAIST… What does this meeeean 🤡

And now for my thoughts on the two new boys!! Honestly?? I don't actually have much to comment on in this regard because I try to reserve my judgment of characters until I've actually seen them in action. I haven't seen Pinocchio either, so I don't have a strong basis for what their personalities would be like based on their original Disney counterpart. I only vaguely understand that Honest John and Gideon trick children into visiting Pleasure Island... That's it, that's the full extent of my knowledge on that pair. I don't have any other expectations going in other than "yeah, these two are going to swindle me".

Gidel looks like a mix of Cheka and Ruggie to me (because of the hair and the eye shape). He seems like he’ll be the other guy’s goon, similar to how Jade and Floyd/Ruggie follow Azul/Leona. Nothing else for me to add, Gidel seems alright… Just a silly lil’ guy!

I have more… mixed thoughts on Ferro. One one hand, he looks like the exact kind of shady bitch I’d love. (You know, the ones that smile and lie and manipulate and drive a knife into your back and—LOOK, HE’S VERY J WORD CORE) On the other hand, I’m beating back the “you like cat/dog boys” allegations from my friends, so 💀 I can’t give in so easily/j

Looks-wise, Ferro’s iteration of the rat tail hair is not as ugly to me as Malleus’s is. (I think it’s because it looks more windswept!) I also really like how he dresses—very dapper 😌 and he can pull off green eyeshadow well!

I’m wondering how they’ll make Ferro different than the other con artists we’ve seen so far *eyes Octavinelle* but I’m keeping my hopes up since the devs did a good job remixing the “I have a dead brother and I feel immense guilt about it” backstory for Rollo (when Idia had a similar one). Looking forward to that~

I’m sure my thoughts will chance once I actually get to see them in the event! ^^ I’ll keep you posted. For now, I’ll keep cautious. (Actually, this fan art basically summarizes my current feelings on the two! I’m Rollo/j)

[ilovetheriddler]

lars pinfield - picking our costumes - fluff and smut please!

An excellent choice! I hope that you enjoy it!

Halloween Fic Event.

Costume issues.

(Lars Pinfield x F!Reader.)

Contents: NSFW 18+ 🔞🔞🔞 Vaginal Fingering, Neck kissing, Fluff.

"I don't know, lars.... are you sure this costume suits me?"

You stood there a bit confused as to why his idea for a brilliant couples costume was just you wearing his uniform, until you walked into the living room that is, and saw lars standing there with a white bedsheet thrown over himself. You couldn't stop yourself from the fit of laughter that then escaped you.

"Is the laughter a good sign? It's an amusing idea, right?"

"Haha... so let me get this right... you want me to basically be you... and for you to be a British man wearing a bedsheet?"

"W-what?! No! I'm a ghost! I thought that was obvious..."

"I know you're meant to be a ghost, I'm just messing with you!"

His face was slightly flushed as he averted his gaze from your face for a moment, not that you could tell since he quite literally had a bedsheet covering him, with two poorly cut-out eyes holes.... you really hoped that wasn't one of your new ones.

"Oh... i see..."

"I think the premise is really cute.... but are you positive that you want to run around all night with a bedsheet drapped over you?"

"....I wouldn't wear it all night.... that'd be impractical, my dear."

The two of you continued to get ready for the little costume get-together that the rest of the lab was having. However, a certain "ghost" couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself. He couldn't help it! You just looked so adorable in his uniform!

He pulled the sheet off of him enough to where his head was free and started gently kissing your neck as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you against him and taking in the feeling of you being so close to him.

You couldn't help but giggle as he slowly unzipped the front of the uniform that you were wearing, you two had to leave soon if you were going to make it and yet he couldn't wait, he needed to have just a tiny bit of you right now. Once it was fully unzipped in the front, he slipped his hand into your underwear, which resulted in a surprised gasp from you and your face becoming considerably flushed.

"L-lars! We have to leave soon..."

"I know my love, but I think we should have enough time for just a bit... don't you agree?"

"...Fine... just a bit...."

He carefully ran the tips of his fingers over your folds, choosing to tease you just ever so slightly before slowly slipping one of his fingers inside of you. He always took such pleasure in how warm you felt around either his fingers or cock depending on the moment, it was an addictive feeling for him.

He slipped a second one in after a few moments and carefully started rubbing soft circles on your clitoris with his thumb, driving you closer and closer to the release you needed. His fingers eventually increased in how fast he was moving them in and out of you until you were a moaning and whining mess in his arms.

"L-lars! A-ah.....ah..."

"That's it, good girl... Just let it all go and come for me..."

As the overwhelming feeling hit you, you came with a loud whine of his name and a tight grasp on his arm, breathing a bit unevenly as you came back down from your high. He gently pulled his fingers out of you and zipped the front of the uniform back up, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead as well.

"There you go, you did so good for me, my dear..."

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Free Day - Halloween Wedding

Adam was so nervous, they were finally getting married after all of the shit that they had been put through. And all the drama leading up to this day.

Lucifer took care of that asshole Bambi, Adam knew what he said wasn't true and he let his feelings and hormones get the better of him while at the party.

He wasn't fucking invited.

Adam was wearing his black and white dress that he picked out. He was going to wear a white suit with a train on the hips but he had that picked out before he found out he was pregnant so it didn't fit anymore and there wasn't enough time to get it altered. Which was fine this was beautiful too.

He wore a black and white vail, with the crown that Lucifer gave him that would make him Queen.

King.

What the fuck ever.

Not that he needed heels because Adam was already 6'6, but they had snakes on them and he thought that it was a nice touch.

Adam picked up his flowers, they were made specifically with Lucifer's magic, the golden glowing flowers that only grew in Eden that represent love and trust. Adam placed a hand on his pregnant belly.

Adam: No going back now.

There was a knock on his door and it was Charlie. She smiled as she came in.

Charlie: Wow Adam, you look amazing.

Adam: I know right?

She just shook her head playfully, this was his wedding day she'd let him have this. Charlie was going to walk him down to her dad and give him away.

They stood behind the double doors, Lucifer and all their guests were on the other side just waiting for him. His heart was racing, Adam was so excited and nervous the feeling mixed together inside him.

God he hoped he didn't fucking puke.

Charlie: You okay?

Adam: Yeah...... Just doesn't seem real you know?

Charlie nodded: Yeah, I imagine it'll feel this way when I ask Vaggie to marry me one day.

Adam: Yeah, you guys are great together.

The music started, giving the cue that it was time for Adam to get married.

What if he's not there?

What if he says no?

What if he doesn't-

All doubts melted away when the doors opened and Adam saw Lucifer standing there with his back to him.

Lucifer wanted to turn around and see Adam so badly, but he wanted to wait until he was right in front of him. Adam and Charlie only had to walk maybe 60 feet but it felt like they were miles away.

Charlie: Dad.

Lucifer turned and his breath hitched in his throat, Adam looked so beautiful. He was looking at Lucifer with such a soft look it made him melt.

Lucifer held out his hand and Adam took it. Charlie went and sat down. They held hands as they gazed at each other with such a tender love they almost didn't have.

To think this almost didn't happen.

Adam smiled, he was so happy. They said their vows and placed the rings on each other's fingers.

They leaned in and kissed and everyone cheered. Lucifer cupped his face and deepened the kiss to the point they ended up making out.

Angel: Get a room!

Adam held up his middle finger but pulled away, looking at his new husband awestruck.

Adam: Wow.....

Lucifer: Yeah.... Wow.

@fanofstuff01

[brainddeadd]

baby devil bringing matt to the team halloween party so he can meet the full team and maybe they do a couple costume

Halloween Party

this would be for halloween 2025 as they weren't dating for halloween 2024

oh to have a love like gomez and morticia

The Halloween party was in full swing at the Devils’ arena, transforming the usual atmosphere into a vibrant mix of costumes, laughter, and a hint of chaos. Y/N and Matt strolled in hand-in-hand, their costumes as Gomez and Morticia Addams drawing admiring glances from everyone around.

Y/N looked stunning in her sleek black dress that hugged her figure perfectly, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, while Matt nailed the suave look of Gomez with his fitted suit and slicked-back hair. They felt like they had stepped right out of the Addams Family, and the chemistry between them was undeniable.

As they entered, Jack, Nico, Dawson, and Luke were already at the bar, decked out in their own costumes. Jack, dressed as a pirate, raised his glass in salute. “There’s our favorite couple! Morticia and Gomez, in the flesh!”

“Wow, look at you two! You really committed to the role,” Dawson added, leaning back against the bar with a grin. “Though, if we’re being honest, you don’t need to fake the love—everyone can see how devoted you are.”

Y/N blushed slightly at the playful tease, but Matt only smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. “What can I say? I’ve always been a romantic,” he quipped, pulling Y/N a little closer.

Luke chimed in, rolling his eyes dramatically as he adjusted his Scooby-Doo costume. “Oh please, Matt. You’re just as dramatic as Morticia. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Yeah, Luke, how about switching it up next year?” Jack suggested, snickering at his teammate who had chosen to wear the same Scooby-Doo costume for the second year in a row. “I mean, you’ve got a whole season to figure out a new one.”

Luke shrugged, a playful glint in his eye. “Hey, Scooby is a classic! Besides, who doesn’t love a big, goofy dog?” He then patted his costume’s oversized head, making everyone laugh.

As the night progressed, the teasing didn’t let up. “Honestly, it’s a little sickening how in sync you two are,” Nico teased, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. “Gomez and Morticia? I think we should just start calling you lovebirds ‘Morty’ and ‘Gomez’ for short.”

“Or just ‘M&M’!” Jack chimed in, grinning widely.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, okay! You guys are the worst.”

“Hey, we’re just looking out for you, little sis!” Dawson said, raising his glass again. “We need to make sure you’re being treated like royalty.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll always be her knight in shining armor,” Matt replied with a smirk, his tone light and teasing. He took a dramatic bow, causing Y/N to laugh even harder.

As the music played and people danced, Y/N and Matt took a moment to step away from the chaos and grab a drink. She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with joy. “This is amazing,” she said, leaning against the bar. “I can’t believe how much fun we’re having.”

“Just wait until the dance-off starts,” Matt said, his eyes glinting mischievously. “I plan to show everyone my best moves.”

“Is that so?” she teased back, leaning closer to him. “I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Addams.”

As they shared a laugh, Y/N couldn’t help but feel grateful for moments like these. Surrounded by her friends, the teasing camaraderie, and the undeniable connection she had with Matt, it all felt perfect.

Just then, Luke, who had been busy taking selfies with the group, popped up next to them. “Come on, you two! Let’s get a picture together!” He gestured for everyone to gather around, and Y/N smiled as Matt wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

“Ready?” Luke shouted, and everyone cheered.

“Morticia and Gomez, striking a pose!” Jack added, and they all burst into laughter again.

The camera clicked, capturing the moment of joy and friendship, a night filled with laughter, playful teasing, and the warmth of camaraderie that reminded Y/N just how lucky she was to have such a loving family in her teammates—and now, in Matt as well.

[tea-moon-ster]

Fic-O-Ween: Day Seven

Sequel of "The Prince and his Frogs", Leo's love for the movie inspires Logan and Finn. Halloween is in a week. And they need new costumes.

prompts and card belong to @noots-fic-fests, and characters to @lumosinlove.

raiting: G. read it on ao3 here.

The arrival of Leo’s old stuffed frog Naveen brought a few memorable nights with it. Nights made of intertwined limbs squished on the couch, bowls of snacks balanced poorly on said limbs, and too many blankets to cover cuddles and warm up kisses. Those were the Disney nights. A long series of rewatching the old classics began, with the contribution of Dumo’s Disney Plus account Logan still had from his times in the Dumais’ basement. They could afford their own subscription just fine, but where was the fun in that? They could mess up Dumo’s page, filling it with High School Musical’sand Camp Rock instead of his documentaries.

But Naveen the frog also brought ideas.

It hit Logan and Finn as they rewatched The Princess and the Frog for the third time that month, Leo asleep in between them. Little did he know, Finn and Logan were currently having a silent conversation, insisting eyes darting from the sleeping boy in between them, to the TV, to Naveen the Frog on the armchair.

Halloween was only one week away, and they needed to act quickly.

Leo loved the Lions’ Halloween party. It meant candies, loud laughter, friends, and a sense of vertigo for how precipitously were said friendships turning into family. It wasn’t the kind of fear that was usually associated with Halloween, but the free-fall Leo found himself into after three years with the team came close.

That year, Sirius and Remus would host the party. It would begin in two hours, and that meant that you could find Leo fussing around the kitchen, Finn in the shower and Logan…Leo didn’t know where Logan was. But it wasn’t in the kitchen, where Leo needed him, and that’s all he knew. He let out a frustrated huff, because oh, would you look at that, he was in the kitchen, alone, again, preparing food for a party they were all invited to.

Leo snorted again. He ought to do like Kasey, and resolve the problem of cooking for parties by bringing alcohol and mixers. So easy, man. I don’t even turn on the kitchen lights.

Kasey was smart.

Now, the problem itself wasn’t the food. And it would have been unfair to say that his boys never helped. They offered, at least. What really bugged Leo was that both Logan and Finn had been quite…weird, in the past week. Skittish almost. Hushed conversations in the hallway and random walks in the park right after practice or running to the store because they run out of oranges. Finn hated oranges. Leo had been too tired from practice or busy at home to question it.

The goalie wiped his hands as he looked at the big bowls on the counter, where hot beignets were cooling. Now that he thought of that- why had Finn and Logan insisted on bringing that to the party? Without helping? Leo was beginning to feel amiss, as if he’d done something wrong. Were they mad at him? Were they avoiding him because he was too much?

Leo glanced at the clock. Seven thirty. The food was ready, and it meant he had time for a shower and changing in his Halloween costume.

They had decided to go as the Chipmunks that year. Leo had to admit, it really was a right fit: he’d be Simon, since he was the tallest -and blue really suited him. Logan was going for Theodor (“is it because I’m shorter?” “Of course not, baby, the green really matches your eyes”.) And their redhead was Alvin, of course. The costume itself had been simple to realize: red, blue and green hoodies with some brown pants. Plus, he had fake glasses on while Finn had glued a yellow A on Logan’s red cap. Finn had also insisted for a month that they’d sing something while inhaling helium, but that was out of question.

As he wiped his hand on the apron and slid it off, Leo heard the front door open and close, and keys being dropped in the bowl by the door.

“Mes amours, I’m back!” Logan called.

From where, Leo didn’t ask. He studied the messy table and decided it would be Finn and Logan’s problem. He heard some shuffling of plastics and bags, but before he could inquire, Logan joined him in the kitchen, an innocent smile on his face.

“Hey there, pretty.”

He got on his tiptoes to leave a quick kiss on Leo’s cheek.

“Hey yourself.”

“It’s five thirty, soleil. Hit the shower yet?”

Leo scoffed, crossing his arms. “No, I was busy in the kitchen. Alone.”

At that, Logan’s expression turned into genuine guilt. “Désolé, mon cœur. We’ll make it up to you soon, I promise.”

Well, Leo supposed he could work with that. He usually got away with being extremely demanding when his boys used that phrase with him. He bit back an extremely smug smile as he left a peck in chocolate curls. “Also, Finn’s still in the shower.”

“Has that ever stopped you?”

“Touché.”

They were almost ready. The food was wrapped and waiting on the counter and Leo was now clean and less grumpy thanks to an extremely thoughtful Finn in the shower. There was one last thing to do before hopping in the car.

“Come on now, time to put the costumes on,” Logan grinned, jumping on their bed.

He seemed too excited for putting on a plain green hoodie, Leo noted, and Finn was basically jumping on his feet. They were looking at him with big, expectant smiles, following his every move as he walked to their closet to take the costumes out. Leo narrowed his eyes. Too excited. The moment his hand reached the pile of colorful hoodies, giggling ensured.

“Oh, no, Butter. Our real costumes,” Finn exclaimed with way too much enthusiasm in his voice. Logan disappeared in the hallway with a jog, only to return moments later with two big shopping bags, depositing them proudly on the bed. Both boys stared at him with thrilled anticipation. Cuties, Leo noted as he approached the bags with a raised eyebrow.

“Guys, what’s all this? I thought we were set on the Chipmunks?”

“Just open it,” they said together. He huffed but obliged. The questions he was about to ask died in his throat as he took out a soft, green…frog pajama. Next to it sat a plastic golden crown with pointy spikes.

“What the…”

Finn and Logan wasted no time, and emptied the other bag, full of clothes, straightening them so Leo could take a look. There was a prince suite, all greens, leaf details, matched with a darker shade of green leggings and a light cape. The crown was placed on top of it. Next to it, they disposed a simple, yellow shirt, some brown pants, and a white waist apron. Lastly, Finn gently took from the blonde’s hands the big, soft green onesie with the hood that looked like a frog. Then, they joined him at the end of the bed, where he was staring at the new costumes in awe. Leo felt Logan’s strong arms hugging him from behind, and he instinctively brought a hand to the one resting on his chest. Finn rested his head on the youngest’s shoulder, pointing with a finger to each costume.

“Logan,” the prince suite, “Me,” the frog onesie. For the last one, he let a soft kiss on his cheek. “And our wonderful New Orleanian prince who worked hard for his dreams.”

Leo let out a strangled noise, bringing a hand to his mouth, already feeling the tears stinging his eyes.

“No,” he sobbed, “Y’all didn’t.”

“But wy’all did.” Finn left another soft kiss on his nose.

“Surprise,” Logan murmured against his shoulder.

Leo was speechless. He turned so he could hug his boys properly, sobbing and keeping them tight as they let out happy sighs of relief.

“I’m so glad you like them, Peanut,” Logan said, looking up at the crying boy with a warm smile. Leo had to leave a kiss on his forehead, and one in Finn’s hair for good measure. He received a soft hum for his trouble.

“Honey, they’re…God, they’re perfect. How did you…?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Believe me, it wasn’t easy. We only decided last week and had little to no time, between practice and keeping it from you.” Leo quickly scanned in his head every evasive answer or excuse he’d received in the last few days, every random time they left the house without him.

“The last part was the hardest,” Finn added. “We don’t like keeping things from you. Secrets. Bleugh.”

Oh.

Two and a half years into their relationship, they easily shared every day and thought, so Leo felt the difference immediately. He should have known that they wouldn’t let him out of things if not for a valid reason behind, and let himself relax in relief against them. With two last kisses, he let the boys go to take a better look at the costumes. He sat at the edge of the bed, holding Logan’s hand, and looked at Finn, who was still bouncing on his feet.

“So, of course you had to be Tiana, that was the whole point. And this,” he pointed the yellow shirt and apron, “Is supposed to be what she wears at the beginning of the movie, yeah? As a waitress? We wanted to get you something more elaborate, because in the movie there are so many dresses, but we didn’t find anything that would take less than two weeks to arrive, and we couldn’t take you to a tailor because it would’ve spoiled the whole thing, so, yeah…”

Leo smiled smittenly at the fast-mumbling Finn had fallen into, and he reached out with a finger to pull his chin down for a kiss. “Sweetheart, this is perfect. Honestly, I’m surprised you managed all this in just a few days!”

At that, Finn beamed. “Yeah! And I’ve always wanted one of those big animal onesies, so I had to be Naveen as a frog. So, look at you, two princes to escort you tonight!”

Leo let out a watery laugh, unable to keep his emotions down. The surprise had been so sudden and unexpected, and most important, they’d changed their whole Halloween plan just for him, and the things he’d told them a few days before. They’d been so ready to make him feel special that he didn’t know what to say.

“Yeah, my two frog princes. God, I love you two so damn much. Okay, let’s put these on.”

Needless to say, the party was a success. Everyone cooed and took pictures of the three of them, and Leo beamed every time someone asked the reason behind their costumes. Logan and Finn just smiled, never taking their eyes off him. And as he spoke and laughed with the team, and Logan ran a thumb on Finn’s hand three times, the redhead thought at the conversation they had exactly a week ago. When Leo had opened more about his love for The Princess and the Frog, explaining why it was so important for him. They talked about it one lazy morning in bed. There was peace, in the intertwined fingers against the pale light coming from the curtains, and a mess of tangled legs under the blankets.

“I think I loved it so much because Tiana was one of the first different protagonists in Disney,” he murmured to his boys, observing their hands playing together in the air. “And I was beginning to feel amiss. Like something was different between me and the other kids. It’s not the same kind of different, but yeah.”

He felt Logan press more into his back, strong arms around his chest. Finn had a little, focused pout as they all stared at the hands playing above their heads.

“I didn’t really know what it was, not yet, but I…I started to think about it.” He smiled. “And I had this big dream. And in my head, it was just…more and more confusing. I thought that there was no one like me in the league. I looked at the stars and wished I could conciliate my dreams -hockey and…yeah, somebody to love. Seemed impossible at the time.”

Logan let out a small, cooing noise, making Leo roll on his back so he could pace the bond’s head on his chest. Leo chuckled, accepting his destiny of becoming a stuffed toy himself. He brought a hand to brown curls as Finn scooted closer, pressing a peck to both his boys’ noses.

“So, you know, big dream, big secret. That movie made me hopeful. Tiana is different, and still, she succeeds.” He shrugged, a corner of his mouth going up. “And I mean, for a while I did want that restaurant to be mine. It was so good.”

He glanced at the stuffed frog, that Finn had insisted on putting on the nightstand, and then at the ceiling, covered in small, sticky stars that glowed in the dark that were yellowing after a few years up there. He smiled contently, snuggling between his boys and closing his eyes.

Leo was now wide awake, and high on the love and the attention his boys had showered him in. Around him, the party was still in full force. People were laughing and dancing to fast music, but a slow, sweet song was coming from the kitchen.

“Hey,” Finn grinned, a hand going around the blond’s waist. “Let’s kiss at midnight.”

“Harzy, it’s Halloween, not New Year’s Eve.”

“Let’s kiss at all the midnights.”

Logan’s hand reached Leo’s other side, wrapping him in between them. He left a soft kiss on his collarbone. “It can be a new tradition. Our tradition.”

And there it was, Leo thought as he smiled and nodded. That’s what he’d wished upon a star as a little kid, his frog Naveen to witness. To build traditions. New, random traditions with someone who loved him.

All he’d wished for. He could have done without the NHL salary, or the rising fame. If there really was just a restaurant, or no restaurant at all. Leo liked to think that they would have found each other in every universe and dimension. Every life, and every era.

[itskattkm]

New York New Rules | pt. 1

Warnings: Violence, Trauma, Fluff, maybe Smut

Summary: Y/N meets the survivors of the last events in Woodsborrow and gets on Ghostface's list. But there is also a darkness in Y/N wich path is she going to choose

Female Y/N x Tara Carpenter

Sorry for bad writing. I’m using a translator and hope you guys can enjoy it. Also, this is going to be a long story

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

You sat thoughtfully at your desk and looked out the window. You got the apartment a few months ago and were very lucky with it. You didn't feel like living in university anymore. You wanted your own four walls in the center of New York. With your part-time job at the pizzeria, you were able to save a good sum and were lucky that your boss rented several apartments. So it was almost fate as you like to say.

The lights lit up the city and the sounds of the moving cars and the large groups of people were more intense today than usual. You wonder why? Well... today was actually your favorite day of the year. Halloween. However, you have few friends and remain one of your own bubble. You never go out, never drink and never date. You didn't want to have anything to do with such a thing after the events of last year.

At the moment you are trying to concentrate fully on yourself, because your psyche was not the most stable at the moment. But you could always play that over like a pro. At university you were always the quiet but also nice y/n but you also knew that you didn't let any people get to you and are very careful.

You couldn't get around it and got your phone. You watch on Instagram what everyone else did. They all had fun and were at a party at the Frat House.

"What does Mindy do?" You asked yourself and looked at her story in the next moment. If there was someone you got along with and would call him a friend, it was Mindy. Just like you, she loves movies and has the same courses at university as you. So since you met you guys have always worked on most of the tasks together.

"Sweet" you whispered quietly when she had posted a picture of herself and Anika. Next came a selfie on which she, Anika, her brother Chad and Tara were on it.

You couldn't help it and had to smile when you saw Tara. She just looked fantastic. Whenever you saw Tara. You had this reassuring feeling in you. Something about her was so attractive and exciting. You had the feeling that you could let go with her.

When you realized how quickly you were lost in thought, you turned off your cell phone and thought. Pull yourself together Y/N you didn't even say a word to her.

Suddenly your cell phone vibrated. Surprised, you had picked it up and saw that you had a message from Mindy. When you clicked on it, Instagram opened. In your chat you could see that you liked her stories.

„Well shit…“

But that's how it was and in this case it only suited you.

"Hey y/n! You absolutely have to come by. The party is pretty chill. Could be something for you"

You had to slightly grin. Mindy knew exactly what you didn't like about parties. Maybe she was right? You quickly turned around and looked at the wardrobe. You didn't have a costume. What could you wear?

You got up from your chair and started rummaging through the closet. You had some fishnet tights from last Halloween. A red big cape...

"Why not?" Quickly you were looking for a withe dress that you could wear underneath. You didn't have so many, but your choice was limited. So you decided on the tight-fitting dress that was almost too short. You would only feel comfortable in it with your black shorts.

So the next moment you put on your tight black shorts and pushed them so high that they wouldn't look out from under the dress.

You have already been on the streets of New York as a new and sexy variant of Little Red Riding Hood. The smell of the pizza in your hands was so soothing that you didn't worry about what to expect at this party. And if you're already going there, then not empty-handed. That should be a thank you to Mindy and maybe you could get Tara's attention.

When you arrived at the party, you were easily overwhelmed. Either Mindy had misjudged the situation here or it had changed rapidly in the last 45 minutes. The music was almost too loud for you. You hated it when she was too loud, so you could understand almost nothing and no one, but you always tried your best.

When you arrived in the living room of the Frat House, you looked around again and there she was. She sat on the couch with Anika. When Mindy's gaze met yours, she smiled broadly and you had waved at her as if packed. You quickly sat down with the two of them. "You came?seriously?!" She asked stunned and hugged you as a greeting. You had to laugh and said "how could I have said no, I love Halloween" you briefly hugged Anika as a greeting and put the pizza box on your thighs. "Did you really bring pizza?" Mindy asked with big eyes. You nodded and couldn't do anything about your grin anymore "I couldn’t comhere empty-handed... above all, I know such parties. You're always starving"

Anika looked at you in amazement "for the fact that you are only stuck in your apartment, you are always prepared for everything" you opened the pizza box and the scent of a classic pizza salami blew towards you. It was like a drug to you. You loved it. And the others, too. "Where are the others? I got them for all of us," you asked and hoped to meet Tara right away. Mindy showed with her find to the left "Chad and Ethan are busy with dancing and girls".

You notice how Anika errates next to you "and Tara seems to make a big mistake right away" your looks follow that of Anika. Your heart unconsciously began to beat faster. There she was. She seemed a little bit drunk, you noticed the way Tara moved. But her eyes also spoke for themselves.

"I'll take care of it," said Anika and stood up. You both are watching the situation. The way Tara's eyes flirted with Ricky drove you crazy. Damn you had wished she would look at you like that but even if she would. You would be far too shy and just break the moment.

But wait... that was Ricky. That dude really wasn't good for Tara. We noticed that Anika's help attempt went wrong. For this reason, Mindy got up and said "I'm going to get Chad" I nodded to her, closed the pizza box and went to Mindy to help her.

What happened next went too fast. You didn't know what to do. You had felt so out of place and regretted going to this party. But to summarize what happened. Frankie became slightly tangible towards Tara. But then Chad came and intervened. There was almost a brawl and then suddenly Tara's sister was there and Frankie was tased in the balls. Now we were standing in the park of the campus. Tara and Sam had argued. I looked back and forth in panic. Tried to hear away. I didn't belong to their group and didn't have the right to see this. I was just a friend of Mindy's. I was so relieved when Anika held her arm under mine and held me tight. Together we stood a little away from the others and hoped they would get back together. Thanks to Anika, I felt like I wasn't so lost here anymore. I was so busy with myself that I didn't realize how a group of students almost gave up on Sam and poured a drink over her. Tara used the situation and walked away, the others followed her. Anika tried to follow them, with me in her arm tangled. But I decided to stay.

"Take the pizza with you... they gonna need it later" Anika looked at me slightly confused but still gave me a cute smile when she went after the others. You ran past Ethan and gave Sam a pack of tissues out of the bag you had with you. She looked at you silently for a moment. You could see frustration in her eyes. She sighed and nodded. "Thank you" came from her quietly when she took the tissues to dry herself. You gave her a sad smile and said goodbye. You didn't feel like following the others and because you weren't part of the group, you didn't want to interfere there either. So you were on your way home.

"The evening was worth it"

Did you say to yourself and hoped to lie in your bed soon and just sleep.

First chapter 👀 more coming ✌🏻

[readyforthegarden]

When the Nightingale Sings - Part Six

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Medieval AU! In a world where noble alliances dictate futures, you have been betrothed to Prince Emers, a man you barely know and certainly don't love. As you travel towards the royal palace for your impending wedding, your journey is upended, causing you to run straight into a kind, lonesome hunter. With no choice but to trust him, you embark on a journey together towards the nearest village, navigating through the forest and it's perils. As the solace you find in his companionship builds will you choose to honor your duty, or will you abandon everything you've ever know to follow your heart?

WC: 5370

Warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, talk about sex, drinking

A/N: SURPRISE! Posting a day early since tomorrow is Halloween and because @kakejiszkas was going to drive to my house and yell at me if I pushed it to Friday. Happy Halloween and enjoy!

The letter had been sent out with the post, and now the name of the game at hand was waiting. Fiora had helped you wash your clothes, lending you another set of clothes while they dried. In return, you offered to help around the tavern, following her and learning the up-keep. You were wiping down a table, gathering the emptied dishes. Your name being called caught your attention, and you found Danny entering the tavern. 

“I want to take you somewhere, to meet another friend.” he bounded over to you. 

“Oh, okay. Let me finish with this and we can go,” you nodded. You took the dishes back to the small kitchen, and let Fiora know you were leaving before taking off your apron and heading back to the dining room. 

Danny guided you on a short walk through the village, and you found yourself in front of a small cottage, a sign overhead. 

“A tailor?” you glanced up at Danny. He smiled and nodded. 

“I think we may have some time to get you at least one new dress before you leave.” his smile fell slightly at the last word. He opened the door and pushed you gently across the threshold. The store was quiet, the wooden floorboards creaking under your feet. Reams of fabric were stacked up in almost every available space, creating patchworks of art. 

“Hello, how can I help-“ a man came around the corner, curly hair bouncing as he walked, stopped as he saw your tall companion. “Danny! How are you? Have you brought more fur?”

“Sorry Josh, I’m not here on business.” Danny shook his head. “Well, not my own. My friend here needs a gown.” Josh’s eyes slid over to you, a glimmer in them as he studied you. 

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Josh stepped closer, reaching out and taking your hand, bowing as he placed a chaste kiss to the back of it. “What are you in need of a gown for?”

“I-I’m betrothed,” you glanced at Danny, who nodded to let you know you could trust Josh, yet the words refused to leave your tongue. Danny placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

“She needs a dress fit for a princess.” Danny stared at Josh, and the two seemed to have a silent conversation. Josh’s familiar chocolate eyes swirling with curiosity as he turned back to you.

“I have never sewn for royalty, my lady, but I will do my best to make you a crown jewel.” Josh placed his other hand over yours, squeezing your now encompassed hand gently. “Come with me,” Josh now placed your hand in the crook of his elbow and guided you further into the shop. Your eyes tried to take in everything as you passed, catching colorful fabrics and envisioning gowns flowing in the resplendent colors. “Now, what are you envisioning?”

“Oh, I’m not sure.” you sighed as Josh took a seat at a small desk, picking up a thin piece of charcoal and holding it above parchment. “Just a normal gown, I suppose.” Josh looked you up and down, then back to Danny before speaking again. 

“My dear, I do not claim to know you, yet I know that nothing normal will suit you.” Josh gave you a look that made your cheeks redden. He studied your form for a few moments, and began sketching. With just a few small movements of his hand, there you were on the paper, and he was building a gown over you. “Perhaps we should keep to the royal theme and have you in purple?”

“Purple is not really my color.” Whether a truth or a lie, you didn’t know, you’d never had a purple garment before. But the twist in your stomach at the finality of what the color meant told you to stay away from it. “Is there a soft blue material we could use?” he stared at you, the vision in his head shifting while he studied his new living mannequin. 

“Yes, yes of course.” Josh’s head bent back down and he began sketching away again. Danny, now curious, came over to glance at the drawing, but Josh covered the paper. “Sorry, Daniel, but this is for our eyes only.” Danny’s eyes shot to you and you just shrugged. “Could you step outside for a moment? I will need to gather her measurements.”

“Aye,” Danny walked back through the store, and once you heard the door open and close, you finally dragged your eyes back to Josh. He grabbed a length of string and stood up. 

“Hold your arms out please,” Josh began shuffling around you, cutting and knotting string to your measurements. There was a stiff, awkward silence as he tied a loop around your waist, another around your hips. “I have to say, when Jake told me Danny had come to the tavern with a woman I thought he was telling me a fairytale.” 

“I beg your pardon?” Josh came around to your front and smiled. 

“Danny has been on his own for a long time. Especially being as far as he is from Ashlight. After his folks passed, he told us he didn’t feel like getting caught up in love just to watch them go too.” Josh’s face became solemn as the memory of the ale soaked night played in his mind. 

“It must have been hard for him,” you replied. “To lose almost everything.” 

“I imagine so. Luckily my brother kept him well stocked with ale and bread to help drown his sorrows.”

“I didn’t take Danny for a drunkard.” Josh shook his head at your worried expression. 

“He isn’t, but grief makes you do things you normally wouldn’t do, doesn’t it?” you nodded quietly. “Any matter, it nearly bowled me over to hear a lady was with him. I was thinking about heading to the tavern tonight to try and see for myself.”

“And instead we came to you,” you smiled at Josh, making him grin. You felt a part of your heart melt at his smile, and instantly knew a little piece of you would feel a deep fondness towards this man eternally. 

“A soon-to-be princess right on my doorstep.” he watched your smile fall. “Is this not a happy occasion?”

“It should be,” you answered quietly, “but I think I’m frightened…I don’t think I want this. Though it’s not like I have much of a choice.” Josh stepped back from you, assessing your forlorn expression and posture. 

“Do you believe in fate?” Josh asked as if he were asking your name. 

“I do, most of the time,” you replied sheepishly. 

“I do too,” Josh knelt down, pulling a length of string from your hip to your ankle. “And I believe that fate guides us where we’re supposed to be.” Great, you thought. Yet another person telling you that your marriage was what was right. “The fact that you drop into my shop the very week I received a bolt of luscious light blue silk?” His brown eyes swirled with glimmers of joy. “Fated, my dear.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So Josh and Jake are brothers?” you asked Danny as you strolled the village a few minutes later. He was taking you around, showing you all the shops and places around. 

“Aye, twins at that.” he confirmed. “They’ve got another yet, too.”

“Another twin?!” Danny laughed at your shock.

“No, another brother. Younger than both of them, but smart as a whip.” Danny paused, looking over a market stand with some last of the fall harvest. Apples and plums were plenty, and Danny plucked a few of the latter, handing the vendor some coin he had gotten in trade for the brooch you’d given him. He handed you one and kept walking, biting into his own.

“Will I be meeting him as well?” Danny nodded. 

“He’s a little outside the village, not far, not like me.” the tall man beside you squinted out towards the edge of the village. “He needs the room for his work.”

“What does he do?” you took a bite of the plum, savoring the sweet juice. It felt so long since you’d had a fruit, at least since before you left your home in Indigwall. You almost forgot to listen to Danny’s answer.

“Sam is a blacksmith.” Danny reached down and patted one of the knives he kept on his belt. “And a damn good one at that. He’s made most of my knives.” You remembered the weight of the dagger you’d held only a few days earlier. It was well balanced, not that you were versed in swords and knives. But it sliced through the air with such ease you knew it was made well. “He has his home and a forge on his property, and brings in his wares every so often to the village.”

“Kind of like a hunter and his pelts?” Danny shrugged with a nod. 

“I usually stay with him, free up a room at the tavern, see my friend, get a free knife sharpening,” he bit into his plum again. “It’s not a bad way to live.”

“Your friends have been incredibly kind so far,” your eyes stayed cast down at your feet. “I feel in great debt to them, and to you for everything.”

“I’m sure they wouldn’t turn away a few coins once you’ve got the royal ledgers in your hands.” Danny chuckled. “But they’re incredibly generous, and I promise you, there is not a drop of red in their books regarding you.”

“Still, I shall make it right with them.” you took another bite of your plum, chewing slowly as you thought. Perhaps being the princess could have its perks. You could donate money to the less fortunate, you could start a charity…perhaps you could spend some coins requesting furs from a specific hunter, and outfits by a local tailor. Yes, you could spend the money however you pleased, and hopefully for the best. 

You followed in step with Danny out of the village, down a dirt path. It was only about a mile out, until you came upon a stone cottage, a large structure built off the side. The clanking of metal being struck in a rhythmic fashion met your ears. 

“Ah, you’ll get to see the master at work.” Danny grinned as he approached the wooden fence that kept animals and people out of the forge. He leaned against the wood, and you followed suit, your eyes coming upon the sight.

Sam’s broad shoulders and back were to you, glistening with sweat as he held the metal blade of a longsword in the fire. His long brown hair was tied back with a dirty piece of cloth, though pieces around his face had fallen free during his work and clung to his damp face. When he turned, your breath caught in your throat. How fitting the man striking steel was striking in his appearance. Brows furrowed in concentration as he put the blade back on the anvil, taking up his hammer and beginning to strike again, shooting sparks into the air.. Marks of ash and soot speckled his chest and face, and you blushed as you watched his arm raise, the muscles tensing before bringing the hammer down. It wasn’t until he turned, facing you and Danny and dipped the sword into a barrel of water that he glanced up. 

The steam from the screeching hot metal dissipated and Sam jumped slightly, not expecting anyone to visit. He took the sword back from the water and set it on the anvil before grabbing a cloth from his bench, wiping his face with it as he walked over.

“Thought I saw a ghost,” Sam laughed as he approached. “What are you doing here, Daniel?”

“I’m in the village for a bit, thought I’d stop by and catch up.” Danny grinned. Sam’s eyes trailed to you, his smile turning curious. “Before you echo your brothers, no I did not take a wife.” he introduced you to the blacksmith, who simply bowed his head, his hands covered in soot. “I’ve escorted her to your brother's tavern to wait for word from her fiance.” 

“Mm, well it’s good he has Fiora, otherwise I’d say sorry you’re staying in such a shithole.” Sam laughed, then glanced over to you again. “Pardon my language, I’m not used to a lady being in my forge.”

“No pardon necessary,” you ignored your mothers voice in your head, telling you to scold him and make him feel bad for cursing in front of you. “After the journey we’ve had, it’s the least of my worries.” Sam glanced between you and Danny before clearing his throat.

“Daniel, why don’t you go inside, start a kettle for us, yeah? I’ll wash up and be in shortly.” Danny pushed himself away from the fence, gesturing you to the door of Sam’s home. 

The cottage was much like Danny’s sparse and simple. A fireplace, a table, a work bench and a bed. There were more weapons, projects Sam worked on into the night when he couldn’t sleep but didn’t want to risk the sound of his hammer and anvil echoing and drawing attention. A large bed draped with blankets and a large fur; you wondered briefly if it was a gift from the hunter filling a kettle to hang over the fire. 

As Danny finished his task, you wandered, looking over the projects Sam had left laying around. Your eyes landed on a long dagger, the hilt embedded with large glittering black stones. Your fingers reached out, smoothing over the facets and wrapping around the handle. It fit perfectly in your fist, and felt like nothing as you raised it. The blade was unfinished, but you imagined it sliced through the air like a knife through butter. 

“She’s a beaut,” Sam’s voice startled you, making you drop the sword to the table and jump back. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just touched your work without asking.” Your apology was met with the wave of a hand and a charming smile. 

“Please, I’m happy she’s being admired by someone other than myself.” Sam nodded to the weapon. “I made her a little backward. I shouldn’t have set the stones before I was finished with the blades, but I couldn’t wait to see what it would look like. Now I’m too afraid of cracking a stone with the rest of the work.”

“I can imagine they weren’t easy to procure,” you nodded in agreement. “But you seem very skilled in your trade, I believe you could finish it without an issue.” 

“You give a lot of faith to someone you just met,” Sam eyed you curiously. You gave him a soft smile.

“I have faith in Daniel,” your eyes stayed unwavering on Sam. “And he trusts you. You’ve made most all of his blades, from what he’s told me, they’ve protected me this far. I trust your craft.” Sam appraised you with a good natured smirk. 

“I like you,” he stated. “Shame you’re betrothed, I could use a lady to pluck up my ego.” 

“Your ego can barely fit in your forge, Sam.” Danny chuckled. “I fear if it gets any bigger you'd be bed ridden.”

“Yes and what about my ego?” You piped up, hoping your tone held the levity theirs did. “You talk of needing a lady to lift yours, but a proper man should do the same to his lady, should he not?” Sam stammered, caught off guard by your forward comment before laughing. 

“Now I really like her,” he gestured towards the table. “Where is this fiancé of yours that has you traveling to Ashlight?”

“Ferryden.” you answered. Sam nodded as he grabbed a cloth and picked up the kettle, pouring hot water over the small strainer of tea leaves resting atop your cup. 

“That’s not horribly far from here,” he surmised, pouring into Danny’s cup next. “What does he do?”

“He’s the prince.” Sam paused, staring at you. The water was still flowing from the kettle, almost overflowing Danny’s cup until the taller man snapped his fingers in front of Sam’s face. 

“Betrothed to a prince, ay?” Sam poured his own cup before resting the kettle in the middle of the table and taking his own seat. 

“Her carriage was robbed on the way to the city. She got away from the thieves and came across my cottage.” Danny supplied the story for you as you sipped your tea. “So I escorted her here to send him word.”

“And you’re staying?” Sam raised an eyebrow at Danny. There was an impeccable talent of the Kiszka brothers to have silent conversations with Danny. You wanted to ask Sam if the room was entirely silent when he and his family were together, all speaking in their minds. Danny’s cheeks tinged pink and he cleared his throat. 

“Aye, I want to make sure she gets on her way.” Danny fiddled with a dried tea leaf that was on the table. 

“Always a noble man.” Sam smirked. “Well, while you’re in Ashlight, my lady, I am at your service.”

“Your chivalry is greatly appreciated, Sam.” you nodded. Your response may have been missed, as Sam’s eyes were trained on Danny again, yet another dialogue you were excluded from. “Please excuse me, it’s a little warm in here. I think I’ll step outside.” Standing up from the table, you headed for the door, feeling both of their eyes on you. 

It wasn’t until Sam watched you pass the window that he spoke. 

“I’ve seldom known you to be an imbecile, but falling in love with a woman promised to Prince Emers makes up for all of your missed opportunities.” 

“I’m not-“ Danny stared at Sam, shocked at the assumption. “I’m not in love with her.” Sam threw a skeptical look at his curly headed friend. 

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Danny sighed, sitting back in his chair. 

“I will not deny that our time together has made me fond of her.” Danny admitted, feeling a small weight lift from his chest. 

“I am your best friend, Daniel. Tell me the truth or I shall force you to do so with a spar.” Sam threatened. “And I don’t think you would want her to see you lose.” Danny glared at Sam, his eyes darkening. 

“I am telling you the truth to the extent I can, Samuel.” Danny flicked the tea leaf at his friend. “I have grown fond of the girl, as a friend, nothing more.”  Sam narrowed his eyes but let the conversation go. The weight that had lifted in Danny’s chest settled back into place. Leave it to Sam to finally make Danny reconcile with his feelings. 

The sun was beginning its descent as you and Danny left Sam’s, forging the short path back to the village. Your companion was again quiet, nearly brooding. Whatever Sam had said when you went for a walk around the cottage, it had bothered Danny. A part of you wanted to ask what the conversation turned to, but instead decided to keep the silence, instead admiring the bold orange sun peeking through the last of the autumn leaves hanging on to their branches. 

Once at the tavern, you headed up to your room first, Danny saying he had some catching up to do with Jake at the bar. Getting settled in and unpacking your rucksack, there was a knock on the door. When you opened it, Fiora stood, smiling. 

“Hello love,” she greeted. “I thought you may need some new nightclothes, so I brought you a spare of mine.”

“Thank you Fiora, I do,” you let her in and she set the white nightdress on the bed. “I appreciate yours and Jake’s kindness.”

“It’s what friends are for,” Fiora placed her hands on her hips with a smile. “I’ll have Danny bring up some hot water and washcloths so you can wash up before bed. Do you need anything else?”

“I don’t believe so,” you smiled at her. “Again, thank you,”

“Of course,” Fiora left the room and you changed into the nightdress she left you. It was soft and long, and you were beginning to turn down the covers of the bed when another knock echoed. Moving to the door, you cracked it open. Danny stood there, giving you a small, almost bashful smile. 

“Can I come in?” you nodded, opening the door and Danny stepped inside carrying a bucket of steaming water and washcloths tucked under his arm. “I didn’t want to just come in in case you were changing.”

“It’s alright,” you showed an appreciative smile. He set down the pail and winced. “Are you okay?” He nodded, shrugging off his coat. “You’re not!” Your hand lifted, pointing to his tunic. The small blood stain from the day before had grown bigger. 

Before you could stop yourself, you rushed over, pushing his tunic up and grimacing at the sight of your makeshift bandages soaked. 

“Don’t-“ it was too late, your fingers were already untying the scraps of cloth, blood staining your delicate fingers. 

“Take your tunic off.” You commanded, the authority in your voice catching Danny off guard. “I cannot properly attend to your wound if you do not.” Danny winced again as he raised his tunic over his head, tossing it to the ground as you grabbed one of the cloths Fiora sent up. The water in the bucket was scalding, but you grit your teeth until the rag was soaked and brought it to Danny’s wound. He hissed as the hot water came in contact with his cool skin. You knelt down, cleaning the cut and inspecting it. 

Glancing up at Danny, you gave him a sorry look. 

“I think we may need to sew it shut,” Danny’s skin visibly paled.

“You’ll not be taking a needle and thread to me, surely”.

“If you want this to heal, yes I will.” You stood up, taking Danny’s hand and making him hold the damp cloth against his cut. “I’ll go ask Fiora if she has anything we can use.” You moved to the door, too distracted to care that you were in just a nightdress. 

“You best be bringing whiskey back with you too.” Your head snapped around, looking incredulously at Danny. “I’m not facing this without a nip of liquid courage.” 

You flew down the stairs, behind the bar and towards the kitchen, making Jake jump and follow you. 

“What’s going on that has you running like a spector through my bar?” 

“Danny’s hurt,” you barely glanced over your shoulder as you pushed through the doors to the kitchen. Fiora looked up from stirring a large pot, seeing your distress and dropping the handle of the large wooden spoon.

“What happened?” Jake and Fiora echoed one another. 

“Yesterday, he got hurt saving our lives,” you waved a hand as if the explanation wasn’t important. “I need a needle and thread to patch the wound.” you turned to Jake. “And the strongest whiskey you have.”

Fiora grabbed your hand, pulling you back up the stairs and to her room as Jake went to the cellars. You fidgeted as you stood in Fiora’s room, glancing around the new surroundings as she rifled through her trunk to find what you needed. In the short, frantic time you only noted she had dried flowers over her window, the delicate blossoms faded in color but still gave the room a peaceful feel. 

“Here,” Fiora handed you a roll of thick suture thread and a needle. You bolted back down the hallway as soon as they were in your hands, and came back to your room to find Jake already there, pouring glasses of whiskey. Danny stood by the fire, his hand where you left it, bracing the cloth over his cut. Carefully you threaded the needle, pulling a chair from the small table in your room over to him. 

“I can’t promise comfort,” you warned Danny, glancing up at him as you sat, now eye-level with the cut. “But I will be as gentle as possible.”

“Just get on with it.” Danny grimaced, short breaths puffing up his chest quickly as the anticipation grew. Jake came over and handed him a glass, and Danny shot back the alcohol, swallowing it in one gulp. “Another, quickly.” Jake took the cup back and you moved Danny’s hand from his cut. The bleeding had waned, but it needed to be closed to heal properly. 

“Okay, I’m going to start,” you took a deep breath in unison with Danny and grit your teeth as you pierced his skin with the needle.

“Fucking christ!” Danny cried out, pain lacing his voice. “Jake, bring the whole fucking bottle.” Jake thrust the bottle of whiskey into Danny’s hand quickly, watching nearly chug a portion of it. You fought the sick, shaking feeling as you continued stitching Danny’s wound together, sealing the skin. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you murmured as Danny continued to curse.”

“I’m not yelling at you!” Danny assured you, though his tone was still angry and annoyed. “Just keep going and get this over with!” keeping your head down, you continued your work until the cut was fully sealed. Once you’d secured the sutures, you cut the thread with one of Danny’s knives before tossing it to the ground. Danny went to take another drink from the bottle of whisky, until your shaky hands ripped it from his grasp and brought it to your own lips, pulling a large swig. The liquor burned and your face contorted from the harshness, but you swallowed it down before thrusting it back to Danny. 

Jake and Fiora brought you a few more washcloths and you tidied up around Danny’s cut, before placing a thin layer of honey to keep out infection. When the two of you were alone again, neither you or Danny could sit still. The adrenaline from the pain and shouting was coursing through your body and you found yourself arranging things in the room. Danny paced around and then checked the wound then paced again. After a little while, he spoke.

“Thank you,” your name on his lips felt laden with guilt. “I truly didn’t mean to shout at you, or curse in front of you like that.” turning, you gave him a soft smile.

“I imagine if I had a needle and thread pulling through my skin I would have some very choice words as well.” a small shared laugh had the two of you inching closer. “I’m afraid I feel too restless to try and sleep.”

“Aye, I feel the same,” Danny nodded. “Usually sitting by the fire can calm my nerves.” Danny thought for a moment, then pulled another fur from the bed, adding it to the pile he had slept on the night before. 

“What are you doing?” you watched as he lowered himself gingerly to the blankets, grimacing. 

“I’m laying by the fire, having another drink, and relaxing.” Danny faced the fire and pulled a drink from the bottle of whiskey. You joined him, kneeling in front of him and snatching the bottle from his lips mid-pull. 

“I think you’ve had quite enough of that.” You instead brought the bottle to your lips, tilting your head back and taking a smaller sip than before, but winced at the burning just the same. Danny’s eyes watched you as you wrenched the bottle away, coughing slightly. You set the bottle between the two of you, but Danny didn’t touch it again, instead he stared between the fire and you, watching the shadows of the flames dance across your face and arms. He’d seen you in firelight so often, and he wasn’t quite sure but it was becoming one of his favorites visions. Your eyes met his, and a blush crept to your cheeks as your brows furrowed slightly.. 

“What is it?”

“You’re beautiful,” the words escaped Danny before he could stop them, the whiskey in his bloodstream lowering his guard. Your blush deepened and you bit your lip to keep from smiling. 

“Yes, I do believe you’ve had enough to drink tonight.” you murmured, moving the bottle farther from Danny. His arm shot out, hand covering yours on the neck of the bottle. 

“It’s not the drink,” he assured you. “Your beauty puts the wildflowers to shame.” 

“You’re quite the charmer, Danny.” The attempt to hide your appreciation for the comments beginning to fail. “If only Prince Emers was half as endearing.” Danny raised an eyebrow. 

“Does the prince not charm you?” Danny asked, the firelight dancing across his tanned skin. You bristled slightly, your memory pouring through the letters you had exchanged with the monarch. 

“He,” you paused, finding the right words. “He is not as verbose when it comes to the written word as I would like.” Danny smirked, knowing the rumors the prince was a dud were proving themselves true. You pulled the bottle and your hand out of his grasp.

“What would you want him to write?” Taking a sip from the bottle, you almost snorted it back out. 

“Anything other than the acres of land I lived on or how the castle in Farrynden is one of the best in the world.” you made a face, rolling your eyes. “I once wrote him a letter, telling him that thinking of our upcoming nuptials had my bosoms heaving.” 

“And what was his response?” Danny asked softly.

“His response was to ask if my father had any cattle.” Danny’s smirk fell, his eyes darting over you. 

“If you had written me a letter about your heaving bosoms I would write you one back telling you all the ways I would touch them, tease them.” your cheeks reddened as your breath caught in your throat, watching as Danny leaned closer to you, the tip of his nose nearly bumping yours. Feeling a ghost of his breath upon your lips, your eyes fluttered shut, heart pounding calling to him to move just a few more inches so his lips would touch yours. 

“With not only my hands, my with my lips and tongue,” a soft, indiscernible whimper floated from you as your eyes fluttered shut. “Tell you all about how I could please you, how nothing more would make me happy than to give you everything you need.” you should stop this, you thought, you should stop it before it goes too far. “Have you ever been touched?” swallowing roughly you nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“Yes, once” you whispered. A jealous flare surged through Danny’s body, but he kept himself grounded. “He was a stable boy, back in Indigwall. During my parents negotiations with the court, I was rebellious and stupid. I let him take my maidenhead.” Danny’s eyes flicked up to yours, seeing shame in them. He cupped your face, his thumb dragging across the apple of your cheek. “It…I didn’t feel like what the handmaids said. It was rough, and quick, it didn’t feel good at all.”

“You need someone to show you how it can really feel,” Danny murmured. ‘Yes!’ Your body and mind cried out. ‘Yes! Show me, touch me, feel me!’ as Danny’s lips came closer to yours, your heart pounded, you wanted it so badly, wanted him so badly. Yet, before his lips could make contact, you turned your head. Danny’s eyes blinked open, and he stared at you.

“Perhaps we’ve both had too much to drink tonight.” you cleared your throat, an ache settling in your chest and between your legs. “You were right, sitting close to the fire has indeed made my restlessness settle.”

“Of course,” you tried to ignore the pang of guilt at the despondent tone in Danny’s voice. As you stood up, your heart told you to stop, to throw yourself at him and let him show you everything he could. But you couldn’t. Instead you crawled into the bed, leaving him on his pile of furs by the fire. Turning your back to Danny, you tried to steady your breathing. You couldn’t get wrapped up in him only to be ripped from his arms and to a life where you would know how devastating it was to lose him.

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My boss keeps talking about how scary it is seeing all these dyed hair, pierced, tatted up punks. He keeps saying they're going to be the downfall of society... Is there any way you could show him a real scary Halloween season? I'd love for him to eat his words.

My boss keeps talking about how scary it is to see all these dyed, pierced and tattooed punks. He says they're going to be the downfall of society…. Could you show him a really scary Halloween season? I'd like to measure him by his words.

The costume for your boss looks completely harmless. Nothing but a pretty harmless looking ring. Okay, with a skull on it. All we need is for him to put this ring on. And then we can activate his costume.

You put the ring on his desk. Between his mail. As expected, he picks up the ring, turns it back and forth. And puts it back on the desk. This is repeated four or five times. Only after the office building is almost empty does your boss put the ring on his ring finger. Too big. It fits on his thumb. He looks at the ring. And the trap snaps shut.

Your boss doesn't notice, but his body gets younger and younger. Slimmer, more athletic. His suit fits snugly. And the expensive dark blue virgin wool slowly becomes a cheap polyester check pattern. The first piercings appear in his nose and ears. And the craving for a cigarette grows. Actually, your boss doesn't smoke. But his mindset has already changed in this regard. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter can be found in his coat. He throws on the coat and goes outside to the front of the building. And lights a cigarette. And he sees his reflection in a window pane. His coat has turned into a studded leather jacket. Underneath is a Sexpistols T-shirt with heavy chains over it. Something like the ones that hang down like suspenders from his plaid pants. And his feet are in DocMartin's with red laces. His face is still his face. Younger. Slimmer. More piercings. But that's still clearly your boss. Even when the transformation comes to the finale. His stuffy haircut gives way to a gorgeous mohawk. Shit, he dropped his cigarette in shock. With trembling hands, he wants to light a new one. But the pack of cigarettes is gone. All he has left is loose tobacco and cigarette paper. Your boss rolls a cigarette with astonishing routine. And realizes that he no longer has a lighter. "Excuse me, could you please give me a light?" your boss wants to ask a passerby. "Mate, ya got a light?" comes out of his mouth instead. Most passersby quicken their pace. It takes minutes before someone takes pity.

When he has kicked out the cigarette butt with his boot, he wants to go back to the office. But his door card is gone, as is his entire wallet. There are a few coins in his pocket, that's all. He rings the night bell. After a few minutes, a night watchman comes and opens the door. And yells at him to fuck off, he can't scrounge money or food here. Your boss still wants to say that he pays the night watchman's salary. But the door has long since closed again. "Fuck ya" yells your boss and shows the middle finger. Between his boots is an army backpack full of patches and scribbles. Hopefully he still has a beer. Thank God, yeah! The beer is warm. But it's better than nothing. Air is getting cold. And he's getting hungry, too. Shit, there are also a few of these miserable punks loitering around at the bus stop and mooching off passers-by. Disgusting and lazy riffraff. "Mate, dee ya hav anutha 'eer for us?" asks one. Your boss realizes the seriousness of the situation. He sits down with the punks on the sidewalk and shares his beer with people who are his last hope.

Three days later. Halloween. The party is raging in the condemned house where your boss has found a place to sleep. Somehow enough beer, booze and weed always come together. The tattoo artist, who your boss blew for a bit of money, has promised to tattoo a Union Jack on his neck tomorrow for free. Your boss doesn't know yet that tomorrow at 08:00 he will wake up in his old body again. Let's see if he likes it….