#me and my partner decorated our kitchen for Halloween

[youre-dreaming-302]

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[libraford]

Kind of a mini rant, but it's an example of the way our space has been 'shared' for the past four years.

I have some decorative dish towels I've collected over the past few Halloweens. They're not everyone's aesthetic, but they're cute. We set out keeping them in one of the kitchen drawers.

But every time we put them in there, they'd end up in the 'rag box' in the pantry because Roommate A would take them out. So we stopped putting them there, we stopped displaying them. Shes got kind of a specific aesthetic she likes for the house, I guess and I wasnt there when we discussed it so that's my luck because I work 5 days a week.

So I guess the decorative towels go with the functional ones? It didnt make sense to me. But I've always kind d of gotten the feeling that this is her house, not mine.

As they're moving out, we notice that our decorative towels are missing from the box.

"Oh," she says when confronted. "I thought those were just rags. I used them to cushion stuff for packing."

So this is kind of a theme while they pack up. She doesnt have income, so she hasnt bought any of these things. She assumes that her partner bought them, but she never asks her if that's the case, she just assumes things are hers.

I've had to argue the ownership of a lot of kitchen items because she just assumes that everything is hers or her partner's, forgets that theres two whole adults who also live here.

But 'I thought those were just rags' is kind of fucking insulting. They were in the rag box because you put them there. You made them rags. If she doesnt give them back when she unpacks, I have to start over again.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Hihi! Newly assigned 🥁 anon here!! I love the emoji choice lol. Little Bishop was so cute! I liked how Josh was willing to just get roped into the readers obsession with Halloween (this will totally be me with whoever is my partner, I love Halloween). Such a great fic! :D

Following the Josh theme, may I request one where the reader and Josh are trying to decide couples costumes for Halloween? The final costume choice can be up to you! Thank you so much for always writing amazing stories for other people :)

Yours truly,

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Not in the mood - Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: umm a bit of anxiety/burnout

Word count: 1819

A/N: Sorry I haven't been writing much recently! My exams start in a week and a half and I'm in my last few days of high school so it's been chaotic. However, it is a long weekend so I'll definitely be writing more and posting more :)

Josh knew Halloween was going to be a challenge this year. Normally, I was the spearhead of the holiday chaos, the one everyone counted on to throw the party for our friends. For the past few years, our costumes had been legendary, always coordinated down to the tiniest detail—pirates, vampires, pop culture icons, you name it. Our house was usually the pinnacle of spooky décor, a haunted masterpiece with all the creepy bells and whistles. But this year, I just couldn’t summon the energy. Work had been a never-ending grind, my friendships felt like they were unraveling, and I was barely holding it together. 

“You really should get up, Y/N,” Josh’s gentle voice pulled me out of my fog. He was standing over me, his face a mix of concern and patience, while I sprawled across the bed like a zombie.

“I know, I know,” I mumbled, tugging the blanket tighter around my shoulders. “But I just don’t feel it this year, you know? I don’t have the energy... I feel like I’m letting everyone down.” My voice wavered, and I felt that familiar spiral of anxiety start to tighten its grip.

“Hey, hey,” he interrupted softly, his hand brushing my cheek. “It’s okay. You’re not letting anyone down.”

I managed a weak nod as I listened to the quiet hum of music playing from the speaker, one of my favorite playlists—normally a source of energy, now just a gentle buzz in the background. On any other Halloween, I’d be up at dawn, racing around with lists and bags of decorations, organizing everything. But not today. Today, I felt heavy, like I was carrying around the weight of every unfinished project, every strained conversation, every sleepless night. And worst of all, I knew I was letting Josh down too.

“I still think,” he said carefully, with that hopeful spark in his eye, “that even if you’re not up for decorating, you should come hang out with me. Just for a bit. You don’t have to help—just be with me, okay?”

“You’re right,” I exhaled, forcing myself to sit up. I shoved my feet into my old Uggs and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders like a makeshift cape.

“Perfect,” he said, smiling as he grabbed my hand. “Bring the blanket and the speaker. We’ll keep it chill, I promise.” He led me into the kitchen and hoisted me onto the kitchen counter, right next to a plush spider that had survived multiple Halloweens with us. It was one of those goofy, fuzzy ones that seemed more cute than creepy, and it made me smile. Josh started pulling out our favorite decorations—fake cobwebs, old skulls, ghost lights, and our coveted witch's hat collection—spreading them across the counters and floors.

For the next few hours he worked to hang things up, our house slowly morphing into a makeshift haunted house. We chatted about anything and everything, our conversation flowing in the easy way it did when we first started dating—back when decorating together was just an excuse to be close to each other.

“Put the spider web between the lamp and the wall,” I suggested, watching him struggle with the sticky material. “It’ll look more like a real cobweb that way.”

“Like this?” He turned to show me, and I couldn’t help but shake my head, smiling. No. Not like that at all. 

“No, no—here, let me show you.” I got off the couch and gently took the web from his hands. “Like this,” I said, stretching it between the lamp and the wall just so, achieving that perfect draped effect.

Josh grinned, a knowing twinkle in his eye, as he leaned back to watch me. “What?” I asked, catching the amused look on his face.

“Nothing,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “It’s just... I think you’re finally getting into the spirit of things.”

I paused, mid-stretch, and realized he was right. I was starting to feel it—the tiniest flicker of excitement, that old Halloween magic stirring somewhere inside me. Maybe it was the decorations, or maybe it was the comfort of doing something familiar with Josh by my side, his steady presence bringing me back to life. Whatever it was, I was grateful.

I turned back to him, a real smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Alright, alright... maybe I’m getting into it a little,” I admitted, surrendering to the moment.

“Well, we really need to figure out what we’re doing for our costume, so at least you’re in the mood for that!” He beamed. 

“Yeah,” I sighed, taking out my phone to check the notes app I’d created earlier in the year as a place to put my costume ideas. I scrolled through the list, trying to find something that fit my mood. 

Woody and Jessie

Mickey and Minnie Mouse

Peanut Butter and Jelly

Jack Skellington and Sally <3

That was the one. Jack and Sally. We had most of what we needed at home anyways. My mom had just bought me a multicolored patchwork dress and Josh had a large number of black clothes in our closet. The Nightmare Before Christmas was one of the first films we watched together, sitting at Josh’s house on the couch pining for each other while we maintained just enough space so we weren't crossing the little boundaries we had at that point. It was one of our favorite films. 

“Jack and Sally, that’s a good option,” Josh commented. I could feel his tall figure standing behind me, his warm breath brushing the skin on my neck as he wrapped his arms around me, the blanket I was wearing serving as a barrier between us. I nodded, tilting my head to the side so he could press a soft kiss to my neck. 

“It’s not too hard either,” I explained, leading us through the house and back into our bedroom. “I’ve got that dress my mom bought me and you’ve got so much I’m sure it’ll work fine. Surely you have a suit laying around in our closet?” 

Josh nodded, sliding open the door and rummaging through our clothes–most of which were black minus a couple of band tees and pairs of denim jeans. 

“Yeah, what about this?” he asked, pulling out a worn black blazer that somehow had survived every fancy event we’d been to over the years. He held it up with a triumphant grin, and I could already picture him in it–tall and handsome, with the effortless charm of Jack Skellington. 

“Perfect,” I said, taking it from him and holding it up to get a better look. “I can sew some white stripes on it if we really want to go all out.”

Josh chuckled. “You’re already making adjustments, huh?.”

“Shut up,” I laughed, tossing the blazer back at him. “I’m just trying to do it right.”

He smirked and gave me a playful nudge. “Of course you are. What else do we need?”

I thought for a second, then tapped my chin. “I have some striped tights from last year, and we can get a couple of cheap wigs from the costume store down the street. I’ll need red yarn to braid into Sally’s hair, and maybe some face paint to get your skeleton makeup just right. We should have everything else lying around.”

Josh’s eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, the kind that always meant he was about to do something to make me laugh. “Face paint, you say?” he asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Before I could stop him, he darted to the bathroom and came back with a handful of eyeliner pencils.

“Josh, don’t you dare—!” I shrieked as he tackled me onto the bed, pinning me down with his weight. “I am not doing the makeup right now!”

“Oh, come on!” he teased, holding one of the pencils up like a sword. “Just a little test run! I promise I’ll make you look amazing.”

“No way!” I managed to wriggle free from his grasp, rolling off the bed and holding up my hands defensively. “The costume is supposed to be a surprise, remember? We’ll do it later.”

He feigned a disappointed sigh, dropping the pencils onto the bed. “Alright, alright.”

“Good,” I said, grabbing the pile of eyeliner pencils and tossing them back into the bathroom drawer. “Now help me dig out the decorations for the front porch. We can’t have people showing up to a half-decorated house.”

Josh’s face lit up, and I knew I’d said the right thing. Maybe it wasn’t the same level of manic energy I usually threw into Halloween, but it was something. It was enough.

We spent the next few hours working side by side, stringing up lights in the trees and hanging ghosts from the rafters. The late afternoon sun started to dip behind the rooftops, casting long, flickering shadows across our yard. The air grew cooler, and the neighborhood started to take on that crisp, cozy feel that only came once a year—when the leaves crunched under your feet and the smell of woodsmoke hung in the air.

As we worked, we talked about everything and nothing—our plans for the winter, the latest episodes of our favorite shows, the dumb things our friends had done the last time we all went out. Slowly, without even noticing it, I started to feel lighter. The heavy fog of the morning had lifted just enough for me to breathe a little easier.

When we finished the porch, Josh stood back, admiring our work. “Not bad,” he said, a satisfied smile on his lips. “It actually looks pretty spooky. Think the neighborhood kids will be scared?”

I looked at our display—the glowing pumpkins with their toothy grins, the eerie blue lanterns casting ghostly shadows, and the fake tombstones half-buried in the flower beds. It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t nearly as elaborate as what we’d pulled off in past years, but it felt... right. Like a small piece of me had been stitched back together with every fake spider web we hung and every decoration we placed.

“They’ll love it,” I said, leaning into Josh’s side. “And I think I’m definitely in the mood now.”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “That’s all I wanted. Just to have you here. The rest doesn’t matter.”

I nodded, swallowing the sudden lump in my throat. “Yeah,” I whispered, feeling the warmth of his arm around me, the chill of the October breeze on my face, and the electric hum of anticipation in the air. “Me too.”

As the first stars began to peek through the twilight, we went back inside, the house glowing warmly with our makeshift decorations. It wasn’t the grand Halloween extravaganza of past years, but it was enough–and it was going to be a great night.

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[opossum-by-night]

Checking in to say that I'm not dead, just having a fucking time of it. Featuring such classic hits as:

• Partner does not like his job and already wants to start looking for a new one. He is currently much less miserable than he was at the end of his last job, so that's good, but I have fucking trauma about it now and have been desperately trying not to fucking freak out completely!!!! Fortunately, he seems sympathetic to this and is trying to keep that whole business as his responsibility and not mine this time. Unfortunately, however, that does not keep me from panicking about it. 🙃

• ✨ Every ✨ single ✨ step ✨ of the process of trying to change over our doctors and prescriptions and insurance has been actual literal nightmare hell!!!! I have not made a SINGLE FUCKING PHONE CALL (because it has to be phone calls because fuck me) that has not resulted in "well no we can't do that, you have to do this other thing first" or some other form of giving me three more fucking tasks instead of completing the initial one I set out to accomplish!!!! It is rapidly draining my motivation, self esteem, and will to live!!!! And I have no choice but to fucking keep slogging through it anyway!!!!!

• The two points above have resulted in me having absolutely no energy or motivation whatsoever to do any kind of personal things, like working on getting our house set up comfortably!!! So we still have shitloads of stuff all over the place, not organized or put away, and the chaos is perpetuating the cycle of me feeling like absolute dogshit!!!!

All that being said, I think I have objectively done more things than it feels like I have, so I am trying to give myself credit for that. Our closets and clothes are mostly organized and good to go, our kitchen is pretty much fully set up, I decorated the outside of the house for Halloween, and I've done a very basic setting up of my sensory room/reading nook/hermit cave. And that's on top of all the dishes, laundry, grocery shopping, etc. that I've mostly been keeping up with fairly okay. So idk, I cry at least once a day and overall feel like shit about myself most of the time, but I guess I'm doing pretty okay considering The Horrors™??

I do have a couple things to look forward to, like this Friday we're going to a Halloween thing at a Museum of Illusions?? And idk what to expect from that but it sounded cool and festive so hopefully it'll be good????? And I'm hoping the Halloween/birthday party weekend will remind me that there is in fact good in the world and life is worth living, and I am determined to actually celebrate Halloween and have a fun spooky time even if it fucking kills me!!!!! I will endure god dammit!!!!!!

[elfmoon3]

Decor of Horror (Transformers Animated story)

Pairings: Prowl x Oc, Optimus Prime x Black Arachnia, Oc x Oc

Summary: Meagan, Grim, and Anthony go shopping for Halloween decorations. But there's something missing on the shelves.

Location: The Mansion of Unknown

Meagan woke up from her coffin shaped bed and checked her phone's calendar, and noticed that Halloween was just around the corner. She quickly got dressed and heads to the kitchen to eat her breakfast as she saw Grim and Anthony there. She noticed something lacking in the mansion. Halloween decorations. "I just realized there's no Halloween decor in our house." She said to the two boys. "We know, that's why me and Anthony are going to the store to get some for the mansion. You're welcome to join us if you want?" Grim asked, Anthony looks at the icy superhuman with agreement. "Good idea, Meagan is good with knowing what decorations we need." He said as he got off his chair. "We should call our Cybertronian partners to take us to that Halloween decor and costume store." Meagan said as she called Shadow Mist. The energon scientist answered her after the first ring. "Shadow Mist, are you, Prowl and BreakDown, busy? We need a ride to that Halloween store you and I saw the other night." Meagan said. She smiled as the femme bot agreed to do it. "Thanks." Meagan said, hanging up.

Later, heading to the Halloween store

BreakDown, Shadow Mist, and Prowl drove their human partners to the Halloween store. "I'm surprised that Prowl agreed to do this. Normally, he's either meditating or doing some other cyber-ninja stuff." Anthony said as he looked through his phone. "He probably agreed to do it cause Shadow Mist is doing it." BreakDown joked. The two motorcycles groaned cause now that BreakDown and Black Arachnia are living with them, they might as well deal with the young bounty hunter teasing them. The six of them made it to the Halloween store just as it opened it's doors for the day. "That's a huge store!" BreakDown yelled in surprise. "It used to be a department store before it shut down. Now, a big Halloween decor and costume company bought the building so that they can use it for their products. I also heard it's haunted." Meagan said as she looked into the history of the area getting off Shadow Mist.

Later, inside the store

Meagan was at the more gothic stuff in the high-quality section. With it being close to Halloween, everything was fifty percent off. Grim hasn't seen her this excited before. Anthony has since he dated her before. "Uh, should we be focusing on Halloween stuff?" The Irish man asked. "We are, I just wanted to see if I can get something for my room, too." She explained. She then saw a bust of a famous vampire. "Besides, I've always wanted a bust of Dracula." She said, picking up the bust smiling. Anthony facepalmed, but he noticed the more gory section and thought that maybe he could buy things for his room, too. They did get some Halloween stuff for the house, such as garland, plastic jack-o-lanters, lights, and other stuff. Luckily for them, Meagan has enough money for the decorations. Meagan noticed that the store had one item missing. "Excuse me, but where are your cobwebs?" She asked the employee. "We're out of cobwebs." The employee said as he heard a sound of glass breaking, he sighed. "Stupid ghost." He said, grabbing a broom and heading to wear the glass broke. "Well, at least the rumors about this place being haunted are true." Grim said as they headed straight for the cashier and paid for their stuff.

Later, back at the mansion

Thanks to Director Mavis, some more Halloween decorations for outside the mansion were out. She even helped the three Halloween fanatics decorate the inside, but she noticed that Meagan wasn't happy about something. "What's wrong, Meagan?" She asked. Normally, she'll call the goth girl Agent Walker, but neither of them are on duty. Meagan sighed, "The Halloween store was out of cobwebs. Those are some of the best decorations that complement the spookiness of the best time of year." She said sadly. Black Arachnia, who was helping Shadow Mist with the giant skeleton decoration that seemed to be popular, overheard Meagan's woes. Optimus Prime looked at Black Arachnia and noticed that she probably wanted to help the spooky girl out. The spider bot looked at him, and the Autobot leader nodded at her, giving her permission to do what she needed to do. "Hey, Meagan, I have a solution for you and your cobweb problem." The spider bot said as she started making cobwebs out of her silk and hands them to the autistic goth. Meagan looked at the former decepticon. "Think of it as a repayment for the broach you made for me." Black Arachnia said, winking at her. Meagan smiled, "Thanks Black Arachnia." She said as she headed inside to install the new cobwebs to where she wanted them. Black Arachnia felt good for doing Meagan a favor. "That was oddly nice of you." Shadow Mist said, "Eh, thought I repay her for the broach." Black Arachnia said. Optimus looked at the two females and smiled. He suddenly felt that same feeling he felt at the party again. He knows that Black Arachnia feels the same thing when she looks at him. These next few days are going to be awkward for them when LockDown comes back.

The End!

[noisycowboyglitter]

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[hostess-of-horror]

🎃 Tales of Terror 🎃

[M.B. is my Cadetsona OC, M.J. belongs to @sleepy-heads-blog, Sean and Nyarly belong to @drusb]

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[Sitting inside a large, makeshift tent, decorated with twinkling lights and soft blankets, M.B., Geek, and M.J. are taking turns telling scary stories for a Halloween-themed sleepover party.]

M.J.: "... and then, when the candles flickered out, there in the darkness appeared the skinless man, crying out, 'Flesh! My flesh! Give me my flesh!'"

[Ending his story, M.J. pauses in his dramatic pose. Geek and M.B. applaud and he bows.]

M.B.: "Wow, lil' dude, I'm impressed! Did you make that up all by yourself?"

M.J.: "Eh... sorta."

Geek: "Of course he didn't. He got that from one of his comics."

[M.J. sticks his tongue out mockingly at Geek. Geek does the same back.]

M.B.: "Either way, it was pretty good."

M.J.: "Your illusions helped make it even scarier. It's like watching our own movies!"

[M.B. swirls her hands, playing with the magical aura that surrounds them.]

M.B.: "I figured it would be a lot of interesting. Plus, I'm a bit of a visual person myself."

Geek: "Alright, M.J.'s had his turn. Now, it's yours, M.B."

M.J.: "Oooh, I know she's got something truly awesome to tell!"

M.B.: "Alright, the story I'm going to tell you is actually one of my own works. I wrote it years ago, but I don't know a lot of it. So, I'll be making stuff up as I go. Okay, here it goes."

[M.B. gathers her hands together and raises them up, projecting another "screen" for Geek and M.J. to watch. M.B. begins her tale.]

M.B.: "A long time ago, there was once a beautiful maiden who lived in a far away country. She was not only beautiful, but she was the most gorgeous woman in her town. People would flaunt to her - friends, family, travelers - to visit her. As much as she adored the attention, it was the suitors she could not handle. Every time a man would meet her, she would dismiss them, for she believed that no one could ever deserve her. The maiden was vain and prideful, not just for her looks but also her upper class status. She would mock the suitors, insult them in every way. To her, she deserves the creme de la creme of life's luxuries and privileges, including partners. One day, the country was swept up by a sudden plague and many lives were taken. The people pleaded for aid to the maiden, but she refused, for she realized that six of her suitors were the ones who were suffering. And so, one by one, they all met a grotesque and grisly fate. When the plague passed, a foreign visitor came into the country. The visitor was a very handsome gentleman, dressed in black, from the same upper class as the maiden was. He was a musician - an opera singer - and the maiden immediately became enamored. Soon, the maiden and the musician grew fond of each other and, at long last, a romance had blossomed. They were so in love with each other that they soon got married. But the maiden's joy was short-lived. After their wedding day, the musician had a surprise for his new wife. He told her to wait for him by their wedding bed, for he had planned something very special for her. She complies, and when she does, darkness suddenly surrounded her. Frightened, she went to open the door, but it was locked! She then went to open the balcony door to escape the dark. Instead of an escape, she is met by a tall, white skeleton, serenading a haunting melody. Surrounding him were six, plague-ridden suitors, all staring down at her with empty eye sockets. She soon realized that she had married Death himself. Death, dressed in black, announced to her that he had come to avenge the souls she had left behind. He places her on the wedding bed and allowed each tortured suitor to take what they find most beautiful. The first took her hands, for he loved how they would gracefully weave and play the harp. The second took her scalp and hair, for he loved how golden it would become under the sunlight. The third took her legs, for he loved seeing her dance. The fourth took her flesh, for he loved how soft and flawless it looked. The fifth took her eyes, for he loved how they would glisten like precious diamonds. The sixth took her heart, for he loved to one day cherish her as his bride for all his days. When morning came, all was left was a mutilated corpse, put on display on the balcony for the whole country to see."

[M.B. ends her story with a ghastly image of the maiden's corpse on the projected screen. She lets it stay still for a moment. Geek and M.J. watch silently. Then the corpse jumps at them, letting out an agonizing, blood-curdling scream. Geek and M.J. jolt back with a yelp. Then the lights suddenly go out! Everyone panics until the lights flicker back on. Laughter erupts from outside their tent. M.J. unfolds the entrance to find Sean and Nyarly laughing at them.]

M.J.: *slightly annoyed* "Uncle Sean! Uncle Nyarly!"

Sean: *mockingly* "Ha ha, gotcha!"

Nyarly: "It was his idea!"

Geek: "How long were you two out there?"

Nyarly: "Oh, for a good few minutes."

Sean: "Yeah, we were just listening in on the story. A woman who gets her body parts taken by the dead? That's kinda sick."

M.B.: "It's an old story of mine. Did kinda change a lot of stuff though."

Geek: "How do you come up with stuff like that?"

M.B.: "Mortal Kombat, slasher films, Crypt TV, and also some history lessons. You know, that kind of stuff."

Nyarly: "Well, I hope you guys are finished, because we just made some Rice Krispy S'mores! Don't wanna waste any of them, so help yourselves."

[Geek and M.J. climb out of the tent and M.B. follows behind to the kitchen.]

M.J.: "Hey, Miss M.B.? I don't know if this is intentional, but I've noticed a bit of a theme to your stories."

M.B.: "Hm?"

M.J.: "Well, they're very romantic. Despite having some scary stuff in them, they all have this very... um... well, romantic vibe to them."

M.B.: "Well, admittedly, it is kinda on brand with what I'm into. I mean, hell, I like to watch Dracula films, listening to love songs written by London After Midnight and The Mission, and my favorite fairy tale is Beauty and the Beast."

Geek: "Wow, how very Goth of you, M.B. Does this also mean you like blood red roses too?"

M.B.: "Come on, Geek, I'm not that predictab-- oh fine, yes, I do." *jokingly* "To add to that, I also like long walks in the graveyard."

Geek: "Mm-hm, I thought so."

M.J.: "Sure, it's predictable, but it's pretty cool! It's not every day we get to meet someone like you. And that's coming from someone who has an eldritch being as an uncle."

M.B.: *chuckles and pats his head* "Thanks, lil dude."

[maybedefinitely404]

Day 20: Moxiety

@tsshipmonth2020

(Yes this is out of order, but I figured I’d rather give you guys out of order content than no content at all. Hope that’s okay.)

Day 20 - You can send one item to your soulmate every year. 

Content warning: Christmas, food mentions, homophobic family members mentions, serious fluffiness.

Word count: 2.7k 

Songs mentioned in this fic: “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”. 

Patton’s eyes scanned over the letter, barely reading the words he’d read many times before. After the first time he’d gotten one, years ago, he’d re-read it so many times he’d committed it to memory.

Patton Hart,

You are receiving this notice to inform you that the annual soulmate item exchange is arriving. On December 24th, BEFORE MIDNIGHT, please bring your package to your nearest postal service or drop box, marked clearly with the provided adhesive label on the TOP. Item must be contained in the shipping box provided. Other boxes will not be accepted. If the drop off time is missed, your package will not be received. 

There was no signature, no return address, no number to call. At first, he’d been slightly suspicious, since everyone he asked had no further information than what was on the small letter, but after the first year, when a beautiful black and gold notebook and a matching pen had shown up on his doorstep on Christmas morning, he’d decided to heck with his worries. Despite his initial curiosity, he’d sent a gift anyways (if it was legitimate, he wasn’t about to leave his partner without a present!), a grey beanie that he’d stitched a small heart and message into. 

He giddily placed the letter back into the envelope and stuck it into the gap between the hallway mirror and the wall so he wouldn’t forget. Although, he doubted he would. He’d already bought a present, months ago, when his eyes fell upon a black and purple striped sweater in the window of the mall. The black thin stripes occasionally jumped, looking like the lines on a heart monitor, and it hooked him instantly. It was simplistic yet eye catching and unique, like the gifts Patton always received from his soulmate, so he immediately bought it and wrapped it as soon as he got home. He didn’t know his soulmate’s size, but you really can’t go wrong with an extra large (baggy sleeves are ideal, after all).

His time passed quickly, filled with movie nights with his roommate (who insisted on watching Nightmare before Christmas at least once a week) and trying new Christmas cookie recipes. It was his favorite holiday, with the songs and the decorations and the ever present smell of cinnamon in every store, so the moment they had passed Halloween, every moment was filled with his Christmas playlists and cheesy holiday sweaters. His family was coming to his place for their celebration this year, so the place was decked out with tinsel and little snowy villages, candles and fairy lights on every wall, and of course, their tree in the corner of the living room. It was going to be… amazing. 

He’d offered to take his roommate’s soulmate item along with him to the post office, seeing as he was uneasy in high crowd situations, and soulmate exchange days were always insanely busy. It had been the right move, too, because as soon as the office came into view, he could already see the crowd of people milling outside, trying to get into the small door. What could you expect, though, only giving people a twenty four hour window to all show up to the same spot? By the time he got inside and got both packages passed to the handler on the other side (an arduous process, since they had to check each gift thoroughly to ensure there were no cards or any other way to identify the sender), it was dark outside. All he wanted to do was curl up with some hot chocolate and watch the Grinch, as the two of them had planned. 

That’s what they did, falling asleep on the couch in the process. They were awoken in the morning by a knock at the door, Patton gently extracting himself from Virgil’s arms and turning off the TV, cringing that the cover screen of the movie had been on all night. The other mumbled in annoyance at his heat source disappearing and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“It’s too early.”

“Merry Christmas, Virge!” Patton shrieked, ignoring his roommate’s mock irritated snarl as he gave him a tight hug. “Let’s go get our gifts!”

Begrudgingly, Virgil followed him to the door that he flung open, revealing two small parcels on the step. The labels from the senders had been replaced with simple name tags, another way to ensure that their soulmates would not be traceable. The other houses on the block all had similar ones outside their doors, and the carrier was nowhere to be seen, as usual. He picked them both up, handing Virgil his, and running back into the kitchen to get scissors, pretty much vibrating with glee. 

“I’m making coffee first. You want some?” 

Patton hummed, looking between the gift before him and Virgil’s tired eyes. “This can wait. Let’s have coffee.”

Virgil was barely able to conceal with excitement at being chosen over a Christmas present by someone who was essentially an overgrown child, pulling out two mugs. He passed his package to Patton, who placed it beside his on the table, and shuffled around his roommate to start on breakfast.

“It’s Christmas. You’re going to eat breakfast for once,” Patton interrupted the moment Virgil started complaining, grinning widely when he finally agreed. 

“Do you ever wonder who your soulmate’s gonna be? What they’ll be like?” Virgil asked as he poured the coffee grounds, dangerously precise as always. The elder hummed.

“They’re your soulmate. So I guess, a perfect match to you. It’s not like they won’t like you or anything. That’s against the whole point!” An egg sizzled as it hit the pan, quickly followed by another.

“I guess,” He mumbled, clicking the on button on the machine. The smell of coffee quickly filled the small kitchen, “So when is your family getting here?”

“Around noon,” Patton chirped, flipping the first egg while simultaneously popping bread in the toaster with his other hand, “I like to cook, but my moms don’t trust me to make the main dish alone. My sisters are super excited to be old enough to help make food this year-- it’s so cute. But yeah, they should be here by noon.”

Virgil cracked a pained smile, watching the dripping coffee into the pot. “Okay. I’ll be out of your hair by then.”  

Patton’s hand froze in mid air, whipping around to his roommate. “Excuse me?”

“I said I’ll be gone by then,” Virgil repeated, looking down to play with the hem of his sweater, “Do you want me to leave earlier? I can if you want.” His voice very nearly cracked as he spoke, tone getting quieter with each word. Patton’s heart shattered.

“Why do you think I want you to leave?” He whispered, blindly shutting the stove off behind him so the eggs wouldn’t burn. The toast popping startled them both, but neither could find it in them to laugh as they usually would have. Virgil shrugged.

“I mean, your family’s coming over. I’m not family. And I know you were super excited for them to come over, and I don’t want to… ruin the vibe,” He shook his fingers in weak jazz hands, shooting a watery grin at Patton. “I was just planning to go to the mall or something. I think it’s open-” 

His words were silenced as Patton threw his arms around Virgil’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. It was no secret that Virgil didn’t get along well with his own family. That was the understatement of the year, really. Patton didn’t know the details, refused to pry, all he knew is that it had something to do with Virgil coming out to a pretty conservative family, an action that ended with him being split off from everyone. He had lost his little brother to his parents cutting contact, among other things, and Patton realized with a start that this was Virgil’s first Christmas without his family. 

In the single year they’d been roommates, the two had grown closer than any childhood friend Patton had kept throughout the years. Heck, he’d maybe consider them closer than he was with his moms, and that was saying a lot. For them to even fall asleep on the couch after a movie night, as they’d done last night, was a regular occurrence for them. They admitted secrets to each other they hadn’t fully admitted to themselves, about their own aromantic natures, about what that meant for soulmates, about what kind of pie was the best. Not all their conversations were deep.

“You are family, Virge,” Patton whispered, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder. “And unless you have a legitimate reason not to, you’re staying here. My family will love you, I swear,” He added quickly, knowing the other’s tendency to grow anxious around new people. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin-”

“I will physically fight you,” He hissed before the other could finish, pulling out of the hug with a soft kiss to his temple. “Stay. For me?”

“Fine,” Virgil rolled his eyes, turning away in fake annoyance to pour their coffee, “For you.” He had a reputation to uphold after all, and him nearly crying was not great for it.  

Just as they finished breakfast, Patton eyeing his present next to him with, again, startling resemblance to an excited child, there was a knock at the door. The roommates shared a confused glance, silently communicating that ‘no, I’m not expecting anyone’ before Patton got up to open it. He’d barely unlocked the latch when it burst open of its own accord, a loud shriek of “PATTY!” echoing through the small entryway.

“You guys are early!” Patton laughed as two small girls attempted to squeeze him to death around his torso, the pair having the same blond curls as Patton. 

“These two just couldn’t wait to see you,” A woman Virgil assumed to be one of Patton’s mother’s smiled, angling above the girls to give Patton a gentle hug which he eagerly returned. 

He quickly led them all inside, introducing a nearly shaking Virgil to his family. His other mom was carrying a box laden with uncooked food, and began to set it out in the small kitchen to begin preparing it. The girls, after a bit of hesitation, flocked to Virgil.

“Why’s your hair purple?” One asked, pulling herself onto Virgil’s lap. Her southern accent was just as strong as her moms’, reminding him of the accent Patton had slowly lost since moving in with him. It wasn’t gone all the way, just dimmed, but from the kitchen, he could hear his roommate talking to his moms animatedly, the accent back in all its glory. 

“I drank too much grape soda,” Virgil lamented, “When I was little, I couldn’t get enough of it. And then it turned my hair purple.” 

“No, it didn’t!” The girl leaning on his knee giggled.

“Are you saying I’m a liar?” He gasped, placing a hand over his heart, “How dare you!”

They both erupted into shrieking laughs, causing Patton to poke his head out of the kitchen. Virgil couldn’t help grinning widely at him as the second girl pulled herself onto his lap as well, causing Patton’s face to light up like the sun. 

“Did you know Christmas is my favorite holiday?” 

“Is it really? Why’s that?” Virgil asked, leaning back in his chair.

“It’s mine, too!”

“Nu uh, it’s only mine!”

“We can have the same favorite!”

“Nu uh!”

----------------------------------------------

Patton collapsed back onto the couch, groaning loudly. The tree was the only light in the darkened living room, the air still warm and smelling like the dinner they’d enjoyed hours ago. It was quiet again, his family gone back home. He’d missed them immensely, but he’d forgotten how loud they could be. His feet shifted on the floor, rustling the wrapping paper left over by his hurricane twin sisters; a mess he’d clean up tomorrow. Footsteps approached from down the hall, signalling his roommates arrival, and the speaker on the mantle started to quietly play “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”, Frank Sinatra’s soft voice drifting through the air.

“I’m so full,” He groaned again, resting his head on the back of the couch.

“Mood,” Virgil said, dropping next to him. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that Virgil was just as tired as him. Tired, in the best way possible. 

“You’re really good with kids,” Patton noted with a smile. 

“Tell anyone and they’ll never find your body,” He deadpanned and Patton snorted, before he continued, “They’re the same age as my brother.”

“Oh,” He whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, surprisingly. I miss him. A lot. But this was the best Christmas I’ve probably ever had. No homophobic family members, no shouting matches, just… family. It was nice.”

“Hard to be homophobic when you have two moms,” Patton joked, relieved that Virgil snickered. 

“Probably would be, yeah.”

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,

With every Christmas card I write,

May your days be merry and bright,

And may all your Christmas’ be white.

They sat in comfortable silence for a bit, relishing in the silence of the house. The tree sparkled, lighting up the blank walls in rainbow hues, their conglomerate mix of thrift store ornaments shifting and reflecting the light. People shouted outside, joyful noises, and kids laughed, their neighbors wrapping up their own holiday celebration.

Patton opened his eyes as he felt something placed on his lap, looking down in confusion before grinning.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot!”

Virgil smiled sheepishly, shifting his own box between his hands. “I put them into my room when your family showed up.”

“Smart move. The twins would have torn them open.” Patton dropped off the couch onto the floor, sitting cross legged and shaking with anticipation. With a laugh, Virgil joined him when he gestured to the floor in front of him. He reached up and took his keys from the mantle, slicing open the duct tape on his box before handing it to Patton to do the same.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, 

Like the ones I used to know, 

Where the treetops glisten and children listen, 

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

They opened their boxes in unison, Patton gasping when he saw the item in his. He pulled out the large, black fuzzy blanket, blue paw prints the size of Patton’s palm decorating the surface. A high pitched squeal burst from his lips as he squished the blanket to his chest, shoving his face in the soft fabric. 

“Virgil, look! Isn’t it-”

His words caught in his throat at the expression on Virgil’s face; one of absolute shock. He was clutching his gift in white knuckles, and Patton’s mouth went dry when he caught the distinct black heart-beat-esque lines on the purple sweater. 

“Oh,” Patton whispered, both of them frozen, looking at the gift they’d bought in the other’s arms. “Oh!”

“You’re my soulmate!” They both stated at the same time, breaking off into giggles.

“I guess so,” Virgil gasped, smiling as Patton pretty much leapt into his arms, trying to maneuver his hands around the other’s shoulders while still clutching the black blanket. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so relieved! You’re aro and I’m aro and it’s not going to be awkward with someone else, and I don’t have to explain and oh my gosh this is so fantastic!” 

They both dissolved into another laughing fit, Virgil finally able to wind his arms around the other and pulling him closer. The end of the song slowly dwindled down as they both untangled themselves, unable to stop grinning. There was a moment of silence in the room as Virgil picked up a shrieking Patton and dropped him onto the couch, their sides sore from laughter, and essentially settled on top of him.

“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” filled the room with soft violin swings as the two fell into a blissful sleep, wrapped in their respective gifts, more at peace than they’d been in… who knows how long.

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (3/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff — college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

BEOMGYU | Beauty and The Beast (2.2k)

“Careful with the hair!”

You hiss when Jinsung, your classmate and stylist for tonight, slaps your hand away after attempting to touch your hair.

“If I even see a single hair strand out of place, so help me I will shave your entire head.” He warns, tapping your shoulder with his brush. “Now go out there and get us some customers. The others said they'll have the food ready on time.”

“Alright.” You try to smile at him and he returns your smile with a sour look.

Your department was throwing a Beauty and the Beast style buffet right in front of your building. Canopies were set up, clothed tables lined around the vicinity, and classy decorations covered the area to add to the whole atmosphere. The dishes to be served are supposed to mimic the food found throughout the movie, with the servers dressed up as some of the minor characters. By some odd stroke of luck, you ended up being chosen as Belle and you were pretty sure some guy named Yeonjun from the other class was supposed to dress up as the Beast.

You got up from your seat and fetch the flyers from the table. The plan was to head up to where the crowds are and advertise your event there. You were all set to go, the only thing left missing being your partner.

Out of nowhere, a group of guys dressed as dwarfs appear. You can't make out what or who it was that they're carrying, but they were surely in a hurry, not caring a bit about their surroundings as they zoom past you, causing you to stumble back. Your heel catches the end of your gown and you start to fall backwards. Closing your eyes shut and bracing yourself for an awkward fall, you were pleasantly surprised when your back hit something soft instead— definitely not the concrete below— someone's chest you presume, their arms quickly wrapping around you protectively.

“Careful.” You hear the person say as they slowly help you on your feet. “Jinsung might throw a fit if you ruin your hair.” He chuckles, bringing his hand to his face.

You turn around and nearly got a scare when you're faced with the face of a beast, quite literally. Turns out your partner hadn't planned on being late after all. “Yeonjun, right?” You haven't actually met the guy but you've heard a few people talk about him. They say he had died his hair pink recently but you couldn't really see behind the terrifying full head mask he had on. You wonder how well he could breathe inside that thing.

“Uh, yeah.” The Beast replies, seeming somehow unsure of his own name. “I'm Yeonjun.”

“Nice meeting you then. I'm Y/N.” You don't bother offering him a handshake, knowing that you two barely had time to chat. “Let's get going. It's almost time.”

Beomgyu stays a few feet away from you as you handed out flyers to a bunch of costume clad strangers. Both of you were pretty busy right now, but he still manages to steal a few glances at you, admiring how beautiful you looked in that Belle costume. He almost wishes he could see you dressed like that everyday. Impractical, sure, but it was just a passing thought anyway. Thank heavens the costume had small peeping holes, otherwise you'd have caught him dead in the act of staring at you every few minutes or so.

“Try our buffet!” He greets two of the students passing by, handing them a flyer.

“What do you think, Soojin?” The student holding a tray of candied apples asks the other.

“I think not. We still have to visit that guy in the infirmary.” The friend replies. One of them gives Beomgyu an apologetic look before they leave.

Beomgyu watches the crowd pass by, his eyes naturally wandering to your side. He finds himself smiling when he saw you all focused on attracting customers, even going as far as to give them brief reenactments of their favorite scenes. Beomgyu loved that he was able to spend this time with you. He only wished that you knew it was actually him inside the costume and not Yeonjun, but he couldn't even find the courage to bring it up. He's not even sure why.

Yeonjun had asked him earlier today to be his substitute in handing flyers. Beomgyu had initially declined, but after hearing that you were going to be his partner for tonight— You, the student from across the hall that he'd been crushing on since freshman year— he was more than ecstatic to accept. This was his chance to actually interact with you without making things awkward.

“Why the fuck did I even say I was Yeonjun?” He huffs, only now had he found his costume stuffy. He really could have just told you before you started on your work, but he panicked and told you a lie instead. Great.

An hour had passed and Rina, one of your classmates, had come to inform you two that a lot of people were now dining at the buffet, and that you were allowed to rest for half an hour before your final wave of work.

You spot a bench nearby and walk over to Yeonjun. “Hey, let's take a rest over there.” You point at the bench. Yeonjun merely nods and follows you as you made your way to it. You take notice that he barely talked to you the entire time you were together. People said he was a chatterbox but apparently not tonight.

Just as you two sat down, Rina came back— this time, looking for someone. “Hey, have any of you seen Beomgyu?”

Hearing the name made you pause and blink. “Beomgyu?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

You glance at Yeonjun who kept shaking his head.

“Haven't seen him.”

Weird, you think. He was purposefully changing the pitch of his voice as he spoke to your classmate. You figure his throat was probably just dry from all the advertising he did earlier.

Rina turns to you, eyebrows raised with a smirk plastered on her face. “How about you, Y/N? I'm sure you've seen him.”

Eyes wide, you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Rina knew about your obvious crush on Beomgyu. The entire class knew. A few jokes were made, like how when someone from his class is looking for him, they'd ask if your Beomgyu radar was up and running. That joke was brought upon by your own little ability to somehow spot him easily within a crowd. That however, proved useless tonight. You hadn't seen him at all.

You spare Yeonjun a look. This was not a good time for Rina to be teasing you. He and Beomgyu are classmates and if he found out that you had a crush on the guy then who knows what'll happen. You didn't want him to think you were crazy when Rina ends up saying something stupid and overly exaggerated— you hope she won't. Your crush on Beomgyu wasn't even that big of a deal. Sure, sometimes you'd find your heart fluttering when you spot him laughing from the other side of the hallway, and maybe sometimes you'd wished you could just come up to him and pinch his cheeks but you've barely even spoken to the guy so—

“What are you talking about?” You laugh it off, patting Rina on the side while slipping in a few stink eyes. “I haven't seen him at all.”

“Is that so?” Rina sighs. For a second, you thought she would just let it go when she turned her back on you but the devil in her was in the mood to play. “Tell me when your Beomgyu radar picks him up then! We need him to help in the kitchen.”

Yeonjun turns to to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

You shrink in your seat.

Was Beomgyu hearing right? Did your classmate just ask you something about a Beomgyu radar? Your Beomgyu radar? Did she normally joke like that or was it intentional? Perhaps she knew he was the one in the costume and not Yeonjun, but he highly doubted that. Could you perhaps?

Beomgyu turns to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

Your face shifted into a mix of emotions that Beomgyu had trouble deciphering. “D-Don't mind her.” You stammer, waving your hands at him. “She's just joking as always. Ah, Rina, such an asshol— assertive joker.” You laugh.

“Right.” Beomgyu laughs along. He felt disappointed, thinking that he was probably just reading too much into it. “What are the odds of you crushing on Beomgyu, right?”

“Exactly!” Your reply was quick. Too quick for Beomgyu's liking. He observes your reaction and notices how red your ears were. Were you embarrassed? Was the idea of crushing on him too much for you? Did you not find him attractive in the least? At this point, he knows he was overthinking but couldn't help but succumb to it.

“Yeah..” He sighs, slumping his back on the bench. “He's probably not your type.”

You flinch. “What?”

“There's not really much to like about him.” Beomgyu shrugs.

“You're wrong.”

He sees you cross your arms, a frown present on your face. “I haven't really met him yet but from what I've seen in the past few years, I can say that there's a whole list of things one could like about him.”

Oh? Beomgyu certainly didn't expect this. “Like what?”

“He's one of the most considerate people I know.” You smile. “Sometimes I'd see him cleaning up after others, giving up seats on the bus, and going out of his way to help anyone in need. He even helped me out that one time I was late for our finals.” You chuckle at the fond memory. It was the day you made up your mind about him.

“It was pretty embarrassing though. I was running through the gates and tripped. I sprained my ankle and no one else was around except for Beomgyu. Turns out he was also running late but didn't even stop to think twice about helping me. He carried me to the nurse's office and stayed there until my friends arrived. I couldn't even thank him properly after that since I was pretty disoriented. In the end, we both had to take the finals at another time.”

Beomgyu blinks. He can't believe you still remembered that day, especially when it was the very day he himself started crushing on you. Though, he'd always thought you didn't know who he was when that happened. “Oh..” He couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

“You know what?”

Beomgyu turns to you.

You smile. “He's exactly my type.”

Beomgyu didn't know what to feel. His cheeks heat up and he's sure it wasn't just the mask making him that way. You talked about that moment so fondly that it almost made him think that maybe— just maybe his feelings for you weren't all that one-sided after all.

He chuckles. He's about to do something stupid.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Do you perhaps..”

“Like him?” Beomgyu watches silently as you take the time to think.

This was probably too much. What if you didn't like him after all? Could he live knowing that he tricked you into answering that, thinking he was someone else. His thoughts come to a halt when you nod.

“I do.” You chuckle. “No use in hiding that now, huh?”

Beomgyu gulps. “Then..” Then what?

“Hm?”

“What if I say Beomgyu liked you too?”

Your furrow your brows in confusion. “What?”

Beomgyu grips the end of his mask. “I like you.”

“Yeonjun, you're not making any—”

He doesn't let you finish, yanking the mask off his face and revealing his disheveled look underneath.

“Beomgyu?!” You jump in surprise, and he stands up, following you. “How—”

“I like you, Y/N.” Beomgyu says, no longer caring about the consequences that'll follow after. “I really like you. I have for a long time now.”

You stare at him, speechless. “I.. haha.” You cover your face in your hands, laughing. “This is a joke right?”

“I wish it was.” Beomgyu awkwardly shifts in his spot. “But it's not. I'm being honest. I really like you.”

You move your hands away, now looking at him. “You know, as much as I want to hit you right now for tricking me into thinking you were Yeonjun all this time and basically had me going off about how much I appreciate you,” You pause. “I just can't.” You say, your cheeks reddening.

“Y/N, I—”

“There you are!”

Before either of you could react, Rina appears out of nowhere and grabs Beomgyu by the arm, practically dragging him way from you. “We've been looking for you all night! Jin wants you in the kitchen asap.”

Rina flashes you a thumbs up and you couldn't do anything but smile. “Good to see that your Beomgyu radar's still working!”

Judging by the way he was being mercilessly dragged away from you, it looks like Beomgyu had his hands tied with no escape. He waves his free arm at you. And you get the message. You're gonna have to talk about this soon.

You look down at the flyers on your hands and couldn't help but blush. He likes you too.

[catgrassplantdad]

Hi my love it's Friday! Let's learn some things about you:

1) What is your favourite halloween decoration that you own?

2) If you were gonna meet either Jensen or Misha, which one would you choose and what would be the first question you would want to ask?

3) What is a food that you simply cannot stand no matter how many chances you give it? 🍝🍦

Hey, beloved!! I love these questions, alright here we gooo

1. I have this big burlap banner that says happy halloween that I really like. It's huge. Last year I hung it up in the living room and it took up a whole wall and was the first thing you saw when you walked into the house, and it made me really happy. When we lived in our tiny apartment we hung it up between the living room area and kitchen area as a kind of divider and left it up until like, February or something. We wrapped green and red garland around it for christmas and then took the garland off after christmas and just left the banner up for months afterward. I had to eventually plead with my partner to let me take it down. It was funny for a while and then I got sick of it. But yeah I love that thing!

2. So I have been pondering this question since yesterday because I have so many questions for both of them. The thing is, I'd kind of rather meet Misha because I feel like we'd vibe. He is such a weirdo in a way that I really dig. But I also have developed this adoration and appreciation for Jensen, and I have questions for him. His rejection of the idea of destiel evolved into this embrace of it, and I want to know when and how that happened. Like at what point was he like, "ya know what? these idiots are gay for each other and I'm gonna lean into it." He was so excited about the scene where it "goes canon" and I just wouldn't have expected that from him and I wanna know when he decided to get excited about it. So yeah. I guess my question would be "at what point did you realize that you had been part of a queer love story that had been playing out for years and it was time to embrace it?" But I also really want to know if he was aware that Misha had been playing Cas as in love with Dean. Misha had been acting with that intention for quite some time before it was addressed in the text, and like, did he discuss that with Jensen? Did Jensen know that Cas was in love with Dean? Did that inform Jensen's decision to really embrace the ship? Everything surrounding this ship is so bizarre and it all played out in a really strange way, and Jensen was always weird about it until suddenly he wasn't and I want to know his thoughts!!!!!

3. MUSHROOMS. I have tried so many times. It makes me so sad because I don't really eat meat and so many vegetarian options at restaurants feature mushrooms prominently and I just cannot stand them. They are without a doubt the worst thing I have ever tasted in my life.

Thank you for these questions I love youuuu!! 💕

[loveau]

Do Kyungsoo and the Case of the Missing Toothbrush

Genre: romance!!!! fluff!!!! toothrotting, if you will

Summary: Kyungsoo is normally an organized man who barely loses things in his own house, much less his own toothbrush. He sets out on an adventure with you to find it.

Word Count: 3,605

Summary: Sorry for the month hiatus!! I just finished summer school, so I should be free to write now :D! also asDGKSNGJG I HATE HOW RUSHED THIS IS LMAO (loved the concept, but the writing <.<)

Kyungsoo is a man who keeps his house orderly and clean, not for the sake of guests but rather for his own sake. He knows where everything is and how many of each thing he owns in his cupboards save for the amount of soap there’s left. For some reason he always runs low on that. He knows the contents of the fridge, the number of silverware in the drawers, and how many white socks he owns.

He sighed as he examined the cup by the edge of the sink once more. He also looked by the floor, in the mirror cabinet, and once more in the cup that only held one thing: your toothbrush. Kyungsoo scratched at his head, wondering where on earth his toothbrush could have gone. Had he left it by the side of the sink? It was a habit before he had moved in with you before you. You had seen him place his toothbrush on the side of the sink, promptly rushed out of the bathroom with frothy paste flying into your hair and come back with a silly ladybug mug you’d painted during a pottery date with him a year before. You rinsed quickly and threw your toothbrush into the mug before looking expectantly at him. Kyungsoo chuckled to himself when he looked at the face of the turtle (yes, not a ladybug yet painted like one) on the mug.

He sighed to himself and whispered to himself. “I suppose you won’t tell me where my toothbrush went, will you?” He braced himself against the sink and looked in the mirror. With the door left open, he could see into your shared bedroom where you were sprawled out in the middle. He’d been woken up early and on the floor on a day off thanks to your kicking around. Making his way out of the bathroom, Kyungsoo shook your awake and smiled endearingly at your tousled hair. “Wake up, we have a mystery to solve.”

“Last time you said that, it was you who drank all of the milk and not me.” You grumbled. You tried falling back asleep but decided that the hairs going into your mouth wouldn’t let you. “What happened?”

“Apparently, Toothy and Mrs. Paste have been separated. Her husband has gone missing.” You shot up, wide awake and rubbing sleep out of your eyes. Kyungsoo smiled once more at the silliness.

“No way! You didn’t drop him or throw him away, did you? We just bought new toothbrushes last month!” Kyungsoo followed you as you rushed out of the bed and soon caught you as you tripped as your foot caught the blanket. The adrenaline from rushing to save you from an embarrassing faceplant did nothing to combat the swelling oh his heart as he watched you play into his silly antics. “You don’t suppose he ran off with Dawn? The dish soap from a couple blocks down?”

“Why’d he be there?” You shrugged, soon deciding to pick up your own toothbrush and get ready for the day.

“Where is your toothbrush anyways? I saw you put it in the cup last night. And I swear on my life I was sleeping like a rock at the bottom of a lake, so there’s no way I had anything to do with it.” Your boyfriend chuckled at that. He affirmed your dead point and then stated that still doesn’t explain his toothbrush going missing.

“You think the cat took it?”

“We don’t have a cat.”

“Ghost cat?” A little scoff emitted from Kyungsoo’s lips and he left as you wrapped up your routine. By the time you were done fixing your hair, he came back with a roll of… police tape? “Where did that come from?”

He started blocking off the corner of the sink where the cup was. “Remember, Baekhyun’s Halloween party? He made me buy some of the decorations, so I just took back what was left over.”

“And you’re using it on a case of your missing toothbrush?”

Kyungsoo smirked at you and tapped your hip. “I could also wrap this on your legs to see if we can solve a case of your missing pants?” You smacked his hand in a flustered manner and stormed into the bedroom.

“I’ve complained before that it gets hot! Doesn’t help when you’re a radiating oven even in the summer.” Kyungsoo let a laugh out at that and waited for you to come back in wearing shorts. “Did you check the trash? The cupboard?”

“Already did. Looks like we have a case to solve.” You looked at him expectantly. Kyungsoo grabbed your hand and led you into the kitchen. Before he could open his mouth to suggest anything, you cut him off.

“I highly doubt there’s anything amidst the forks and our bajillion cups.” You kissed him once to make sure he didn’t try to rebut. “And there’s nothing in the cereal either.”

“I was going to suggest the fruits but looks like you’re way ahead of me, partner.”

Shaking your head, you tugged your hand from his grip and planted it on your hips. “What has gotten into you this morning? Normally it’s me starting the games while you want to cuddle and hope you can wrangle me into bed so you can ‘surprise’ me with breakfast.”

“Let’s just say I woke up on the right side of the bed.” You cocked an eyebrow. “Or the floor. You could be a professional MMA fighter with that foot.” You giggled and Kyungsoo led you closer to the cupboards with a gentle grip on your elbow. With another cocked eyebrow, Kyungsoo answered your unasked question. “Why don’t we check the cupboards anyways? In case Toothy really did run off with the dish soap.”

For no reason at all, you decided to play along with your boyfriend’s strange antics. This was definitely a first. Yes, he was capable of pulling off pranks. Yes, it wasn’t frequent. But the times that he did decide to joke around he never kept up the charade this long. Especially when it took so much effort and work.

“This isn’t some plot to get me to rearrange the kitchen like I kept saying I’ve been wanting to do, right?”

“Of course not. We’re looking for Toothy. He’s gone missing and Mrs. Paste is getting worried.” Kyungsoo was searching diligently within the cabinet with the bowls while you hesitantly moved around the pots and pans in search for a familiar green toothbrush. You weren’t sure how long he was going to keep it up, much less how long you were willing to play along with it before wrangling the truth out of him by offering to do the laundry for the next three weeks.

“Why do we have to look in the kitchen?”

Kyungsoo put away the rest of the spatulas he had rearranged. “You’re right. We got ahead of ourselves.” He sat down at the dining table and motioned you over. “To do this properly, you need to take statements and questions.” To make a point, Kyungsoo took out a detective’s cap that you recognized from a couple Halloweens ago. He set the bag back on the chair it was originally hiding on.

“You really went hard with this one,” you said while he adjusted the cap on your head. He gave you a satisfied smile, you’re not sure if it was from making the clunky hat look good on your head or with how themed this was. “Do I have to?” Kyungsoo’s response was to pout at you and grasp your hands pleadingly. You bit your lip and stamped your foot before giving in. “Fine.”

“Love you.”

“You owe me dinner tonight. My favorite.” Kyungsoo agreed with a laugh while rubbing the tops of your knuckles. “So… when’s the last time you saw Toothy?”

He pretended to think hard, even moving a hand to his temple to scratch at it. If this were any other time, you’d compliment his acting skills. For now, you were patiently waiting to see where Kyungsoo would take this. “Well, I had just finished showering and doing my nightly routine. I briefly said goodnight to my beautiful girlfriend, who was already asleep before I got to the bed. I mean, can you believe her? I did the sheets so they’d be clean, put away all the dishes, and even put her phone away for her because she fell asleep watching those cheesy 5 minute DIY videos. You’d think after all I did for her she’d at least wait for me to get into bed so I can get my well-deserved cuddles-”

“Your point, Soo.” You lightly smacked him on the back of his head. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling endearingly at your silly boyfriend, though.

“Anyways, after I checked up on my wonderful yet ungrateful girlfriend-“ Smack. “-I love her so much. I went back into the bathroom to turn off the lights, but I guess I didn’t check up on Toothy since I had placed him back where he was. I did notice the window was open by the shower, though.”

“You’re telling me that your toothbrush snuck out the window?”

“Or he was taken.”

“Why would someone just take your toothbrush?”

“My thoughts exactly! He must have snuck off when he had the opportunity.” Kyungsoo stood up from his chair and took the hat from your head. He smoothed your hair down for a second, but it didn���t matter after you were whisked away into the bedroom. “Let’s get dressed. We have a toothbrush to find.”

“What?” Before you knew it, your boyfriend was chucking clothes at you. Any other time you would have admired the view of him undressing, but you didn’t see why you’d have to be led along a string of mystery on a day off. “Kyungsoo, after the four years I’ve known you and two and a half we’ve lived together, you’ve never been this raring to go so excitedly.”

After getting a simple long sleeve over his head, Kyungsoo turned back and gave you a fond smile. “Not even when I woke you up to take you to the river when I heard there were baby ducklings?”

“It was 1pm and I was the one who told you. It’s…” You glanced at the clock while changing into the clothes he’d thrown you, completely engrossed in your conversation to realize you were still going along with it. “It’s almost 8:30am right now and I still have no idea what we’re doing.”

“We, my dear, are going on an adventure.”

“To look for your toothbrush?”

He kissed your forehead and gave you a kiss. “You got it.”

Your boyfriend took you by the hand and led you out the door. The two of you spent some time walking. Every now and then, the two of you passed by another couple or parent with their child. You said hi to every kid who would look back at you, and one of the kids informed you there was a birthday party and how excited they were to eat cake. Kyungsoo merely watched you interact with the kids and the occasional dog with clear adoration in his eyes. It took a while to walk into the block where a bunch of shops were, and you kept yourself from window shopping while Kyungsoo walked on.

“You know, we can go into the stores if you wanted.” You looked back at your boyfriend with suspicion in your eyes.

“Aren’t we supposed to be looking for Toothy?” Kyungsoo smiled at brought your interlocked hands to press a kiss on the back of your hand.

“We can go anywhere you want to. You’re leading the investigation. Where do you think Toothy went?” A hesitant hum sounded from your lips and Kyungsoo took this as initiative to bring you into a little bakery. “Why in here?”

“Toothy always had a knack for fighting off those sweets. Maybe he has a grudge against them and wanted to fight them off?” Kyungsoo began perusing the lineup of pastries and cakes along the display case. You slowly turned your eyes to the case as well, occasionally looking questionably at the man next to you as he spent his time browsing the selection. Eventually you pointed at a cute looking strawberry slice of cake and Kyungsoo bought it for you. When you walked out, you were feeding bits of it to Kyungsoo. His smug smile only grew when the two of you finished the slice and walked into more stores.

The first couple of stores he coaxed you into them with similar points as the bakery one. You began to wonder whether or not Kyungsoo’s plan for the day was to take you shopping. However, you spent most of the time browsing and when you were done Kyungsoo took you around to another store to do the same thing. You didn’t spend much, focusing mainly on what your boyfriend was up to today. Save for the cake and a couple of snacks, there wasn’t much out of your wallet. After exiting a little sandwich store the both of you stopped during lunch break (to which Kyungsoo claimed you needed to replenish your energy after using your brains deducing where Toothy would have gone), you brought up the idea of going grocery shopping early.

“Perfect. I don’t see why we shouldn’t. Perhaps it’ll bring us one step closer to Toothy.”

“I can’t believe you’re proudly saying that in public. Last time I brought it up and you had friends around, they asked if you called the mouthwash Lizzie Terine.”

“Well, we have a mystery to solve, don’t we?” You were going to comment further until you saw your boyfriend take out a notepad. A glance at it would let anyone see that it was a grocery list with little checkmarks, circles, and arrows. However, upon further inspection you saw that the little “grocery list” did include ingredients for cooking and other knick knacks. They also looked like…

“You aren’t seriously taking notes for the case of your missing toothbrush?”

Kyungsoo looks at you as if you’re the one who’s been acting weird all day. “Of course I would! Did you want to see them?” You can’t really say no when the notes were shoved into your face.

Some lines of the list were perfectly normal, with things such as eggs or more laundry detergent. Other things read: ‘Cookies… Toothy had a particularly hard time battling them. Maybe a grudge.’ Or ‘Dental floss -> Toothy might be at an old friend’s family reunion.’ You felt your eyebrow twitch at the notes and sighed to yourself. This was going on much longer than you thought, and it was kind of getting old.

“Kyungsoo-“

“Let’s go shopping then!” He cheered and tugged you forward, making sure to pocket his notepad for later. By the time the both of you got to the store, you decided to focus solely on shopping instead of playing with Kyungsoo like you’d been all day. Kyungsoo didn’t notice that you would shift gears anytime he brought up the “case”, and if he did, he didn’t bother to make it shown.

“We need more seasonings, right?” Kyungsoo hummed. He checked the list and nodded while reaching up on the shelves of the market to snag a couple bottles and inspect them side by side. At this moment, Kyungsoo looked totally normal and not your strange boyfriend who went bonkers over a toothbrush. Well, except for the fake toy pipe he brought along that went with the detective’s outfit. He shuffled the pipe in his mouth and you weren’t sure whether it was attractive or goofy. After he chose a seasoning, Kyungsoo dropped it in the basket and walked to the next aisle with his hand in yours.

“Can’t we just use the spare pack of toothbrushes we bought?” Kyungsoo squeezed your hand and a teasing smile rested upon his lips. “That way you can stop fussing over… Toothy.”

“You used them to paint one of those DIY projects you saw on social media, again. Remember?” Thinking back on it, he was right. You had been hunched over some painting project and were using the bristles of the new toothbrushes to spray a small amount of paint to look like stars. You ended up having to clean your sleeves and table afterwards, but Kyungsoo decided to hang up your mini painting in the hall anyways.

“Ah, I remember now,” you said and took two packs of new toothbrushes to put in the basket. “We really need to invest in one of the electric brushes, though.” Kyungsoo hummed and asked if you wanted one. When you shrugged in response, Kyungsoo spent time perusing the ones available at the store until he decided you guys would just order one online. For now, the plastic toothbrushes from the shelves would do just fine.

Kyungsoo is silent the rest of the way home. He doesn’t even bring up Toothy like he had been doing all day. You’re unsure what caused this sudden shift in behavior. Before he was so insistent on making you play along, but now he looked nervous.

“I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re worried about.” His attention snapped to yours and his furrowed eyebrows shot up instead. “You look nervous. If it’s because of the game you’d been playing for so long, don’t worry. I was just confused and frustrated why I wasn’t getting answers, but I’m not mad at you because I think it’s dumb.”

Your boyfriend only nods in response and returns his gaze back ahead of him. He takes his hand from yours to wipe it quickly against his pant leg. It’s sweaty. You wanted to continue reassuring him but decided against it since you were pretty sure your last phrase went in one ear and out the other. When the two of you got to the door, Kyungsoo paused.

“I love you, you know.”

“I know.” You were the one now feeling nervous. Kyungsoo’s multiple and drastic changes in behavior made you curious yet afraid for what it all meant. Kyungsoo gave you a warm kiss on the cheek and headed inside. He set the bags on the counter and twiddled with his thumbs, wondering which bag to unload first. You took the bag with the toiletries inside of it and left Kyungsoo to unload the food. “I’ll do this one. That way I don’t have to rearrange the fridge.”

He hummed and turned stiffly towards the fridge. This time, you were the one who gave a soft kiss to the cheek. You hoped that was enough to calm his nerves so that he would tell you what was bugging him earlier. As you headed down the hall, you missed the way Kyungsoo whipped his head around to watch you leave.

“Alright, let’s get you out of your plastic prison, Toothy 2.0.” You opened up the plastic bag to dig around for the little case. Looking up at the ladybug mug your own toothbrush resided in, you paused your actions. “Kyungsoo!” He called back from the kitchen, and you heard the clanging of items in the fridge. “Your toothbrush is in here. It’s in the cup!”

You took another close look at the cup and saw that yes, indeed there was a toothbrush sitting in the cup alongside yours. In fact, you knew without a doubt that it was Kyungsoo’s. You hesitantly reached out to it, wondering if you had gone crazy over your boyfriend’s weird antics and started hallucinating about the toothbrush. Once your fingers reached it, you noticed that it was in fact real. Kyungsoo finally joined you in the bathroom, a telltale sign by the shuffling of his socks against the floor. Before you could grab it and show it to him, Kyungsoo pulled his toothbrush out for you.

“How did you miss it? I swear it was there before we left.” Kyungsoo fiddled with the toothbrush for a while. You noticed him tug at it and he hid whatever he pulled off of it in his closed fist.

“Toothy never went missing.” Kyungsoo still couldn’t meet your eyes since the walk and he chewed at his bottom lip. “I… asked him to run an errand for me.”

“Kyungsoo, I’m still so confused. You’ve been acting so strange all morning and then you couldn’t even talk to me. What’s going on?” He took a deep breath and steadied himself, deciding that he wouldn’t let his nerves get to him. It was all or nothing now.

“The errand… was to hide something while I took you out today.” He now brought his eyes to your face. The depths of your eyes always took his breath away, especially in that moment. He felt like he was drowning in you. He cleared his throat and then put Toothy back in the cup. Once his hand was free, he filled it with your fingers and laced them with his own.

Patiently, you watched. He licked his lips nervously once more. Soon, he was on his knees. Or rather… one. He brought his closed fist up and in between his fingers there was a gleam. This time it was your breath that was unsteady, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Kyungsoo either for your eyes were focused solely on the ring.

“Kyungsoo…”

“I was too nervous to do this myself… so my trusty companion helped me out for today.” Your boyfriend took one last breath and looked at you with a confidence that stilled time. “So… will you marry me?”

[atlafan]

My Everything - Part Six

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and smut.

a/n: not proofread fam, I didn’t have the strength.

Masterpost

“What do you think you’re gonna be for Halloween this year? I hope you step up your costume from last year.” You giggle with Niall at lunch.

“I know, Netflix and Chill wasn’t exactly original. We have somethin’ in mind, but we’re not tellin’ anyone. What about you guys?”

“We’re also keeping it a secret. I’m really excited El’s gonna stay with me while Louis and Harry are in Wisconsin.”

“Yeah, it’ll be good for you guys to get to know each other a bit more. Is it awkward at all that you and Sarah are in her wedding party, but Rachel isn’t?”

“Not really.” You shrug. “Mariah’s taking their photos and Rachel’s actually doing the videography, so she’ll still be there.”

“Oh good! I still can’t believe Harry’s finally gonna see a Packer’s game, he must be so excited.”

“He is! I’m sorry I couldn’t get a third ticket, it would’ve been nice for the three of you to go.”

“Nah, we don’t need to do everything together. It’ll be good for them to have a little trip just the two of ‘em, but I appreciate you thinkin’ of me.”

//

You get home from work, grab the packages waiting for you, and head up.

“Babe! The fabric for our costumes got here, I can start putting it together tonight!” You say as you come in. Buster trots over to greet you. “Hi baby boy, where’s daddy?”

“Daddy’s right here, pumpkin.” He comes over and kisses your cheek.

“Pumpkin?” You giggle. “That’s a new one.”

“I got a little inspired. I bought a couple today for us to carve, thought we could roast the seeds.”

“Oh that sounds like so much fun! We could put them out on the balcony for decoration too.”

“I was thinkin’ the same thing, baby.”

You and Harry eat a quick cauliflower crust pizza for dinner, and you get to work on the costumes. You were so excited to be making them, just like when you were a kid. Once you get a good chunk done, you both sit down to carve your pumpkins.

“What kind of face are you gonna make?” You ask him.

“I don’t really make faces, I like doin’ designs.” He says, concentrating with his sharpie.

“Alright, then what design are you going for?”

“Have you ever seen The Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“Of course I have.” He turns the pumpkin around to show you his sketch.

“It’s the dog.”

“Harry…I didn’t know you could draw.”

“A little here and there.”

“That’s gonna look really cool.” You look down at the triangles you’ve drawn on your own pumpkin. “I guess mine will look pretty sad compared to yours.” You laugh.

“Nah, yours will be a classic.”

You both cut holes in the tops of the pumpkins and take all the guts out. You separate the seeds into a different bowl so you can roast them later. You finish your pumpkin much sooner than Harry’s, so you go in the kitchen to work on the seeds.

“It’s all done, come look, I put some fake candles inside them. They look pretty cool on the balcony.” He says to you as he washes his hands.

“Oh wow!” You gasp. “You’re so talented, babe.”

“Not my best work actually.” He shrugs. “So I’m still comin’ to your office tomorrow to take those pictures?”

“Mhm. Apparently I’ll be in the winter edition of the magazine…I’m really excited! Zach put a really cool video interview together.” You both plop down on the couch while you wait for the pumpkin seeds to finish up in the oven.

“What did you talk about?”

“Why knowing your alumni network is important, why getting involved with clubs on campus is so important, getting out of your comfort zone to make friends, stuff like that. Then I talked about how I fell into the work I did, if it was my dream job, stuff like that. I talked about my hobbies. Even Buster was in the video for a bit. I talked about you too, of course, and how having a supportive partner can make a huge difference.”

“Aw, you didn’t need to mention me.”

“Well, you could see the pictures of us on my desk in the frame, so he just asked quick. I didn’t talk much about my personal life since that wasn’t the point of the interview. I also talked about why checking your benefits when job searching was a really big deal, and how I’m getting my master’s for free.”

“Yeah, that’s one of the reasons why I stayed with Plant Geo for so long, they had great benefits.”

“Speaking of benefits, when we get married did you want to come onto my insurance plan and all that? Or do you wanna keep the state’s?”

“It depends on how cost effective it is. More will be taken out of your paycheck, and it could just end up equaling the same as what I pay now…”

“True, I could talk to someone at HR and they could go over the plans with me. My copay is only like $10, not too bad.”

“Yeah, that’s really good actually. Man, that’s the one thing I miss about home, health insurance and medical bills are way less fucked up.”

“Yup, it’s all just big business here.” You sigh. “At least I work at a company that actually provides what I need.”

“Mhm, like your maternity leave? I still can’t get over that.”

“I think it helps that the CEO is a woman…she gets it, you know?” He hums his response.

“When exactly were you planning to get off the pill?”

“Oh god, I have no idea. We have so much time, I was thinking maybe a year before the wedding? I read that it can take like three months before you have a regular period again if you were irregular before you started the pill, and I was very irregular. Why?”

“Just wondering. I’m trying to mentally prepare myself for havin’ to use condoms all the time.”

“I guess we’ll just have to make sure we’re stocked up. Plus…it’s not like you’ll never be able to stick it in raw, you can, you’ll just need to pull out and come on me.” You shrug.

“You would be way too paranoid.” He laughs.

“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, okay? Not something we even need to think about right now.” You hear the oven go off. “Seeds are done!” You kiss Harry’s forehead and go into the kitchen.

While the two of you were crafting he couldn’t help but think a few years down the line, having a toddler, and carving pumpkins with them. You’d probably put them in a cute costume for trick or treating as well. With how well you took care of him and Buster, Harry knew you were going to be an amazing mum someday. You come back out and sit down.

“Where are the seeds?”

“We can’t eat them yet, we have to wait for them to cool. They’ll burn your mouth.” He throws an arm around you and kisses you. “What?” You giggle.

“Nothin’, just love yeh.”

//

“Hi, Mr. Styles.” Trish beams at Harry when he comes up with his camera equipment.

“Trish, uh, you know you can just call me Harry, right?”

“I do, but you’re here for a professional purpose today. I thought we’d keep things formal.” She gets up and leads him down the hall to your office. “The CEO was thrilled that Y/N was being featured in her college magazine.”

“She was?”

“Oh yes, what a great way to plug Mark It. Maybe more young people will want to work here.”

“Right.”

She knocks on your door and opens it.

“Y/N?”

“Hi, Trish.” You say without looking at her, finishing up an email. It was nearly the end of the day.

“Mr. Styles from Styles Photography is here to see you.” She giggles.

“Ah, okay, send him in, thank you.” You smile and stand up from your desk.

“Did you tell her to be so professional?” He smirks. “They know me around here.”

“I didn’t say a thing.” You go over to him and give him a kiss on the cheek while Buster trots over to say hello to his daddy. “But…” You move to whisper in his ear. “It does create a new fantasy, doesn’t it?” You step back and blush.

“Don’t you start.” He shakes his head. “If I get my wheels turning on that…”

“I could really see it. A hot photographer coming to take my picture, you do that thing where you brush some hair from my face, suddenly we’re making eye contact…”

“Y/N.” Harry says sternly. “Enough.” You fake pout at him while he gets his equipment set up.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to rile you up.”

“M’not.” His face was flushed and his pants were growing tighter.

“Okay.” You scoff. He side eyes you for a moment and then gets back to his things. “So…how do you want me?” You ask in a genuine tone.

“Alright.” He stands up straight and walks over to you. He takes your cheeks between his thumb and index finger. “You’re not bein’ a very good girl right now.”

“I just asked a question.”

“Well, I-“

“Oi!” Niall says walking into your office. “You know the door’s open right?” Harry lets go of you and turns to look at Niall. “Probably shouldn’t be doin’ all that.” He smirks.

“Just gettin’ her how I want her for the pictures.”

“I hope that magazine is gonna give you credit.”

“They will.” You say. “I wouldn’t have let Harry do this if they weren’t going to put his name in. They’re even giving him free ad space at the back of it.”

“Oh, that’s great! Well, I’m headed out for the day. See you tomorrow.”

“Night.” You smile. Him and Harry wave each other off.

“Okay, can we be professional now?”

“Yes, I’m so sorry Mr. Styles of Styles Photography.”

“You’re a little bit goofy at the end of the, huh?”

“Just a little bit.”

Harry gets some good shots of you in your office, and a really nice one of you and Buster. He has you pack up your things, and takes you outside the building to get some nice outdoor shots before the sun sets.

“Thank you so much for coming to do all of this.” You kiss him. “I’ll see you at home.”

“Be ready for me when we get in.” He says, loading his car up.

“Be ready for what?” He walks closer to you and presses you up against your car, his hips pressing into yours. “Oh.” You blush.

“Yeah.” He kisses you and lets you go.

//

When you get home, you get Buster fed and some fresh water before going into your bedroom. You wanted to freshen up for your man. You were just putting on some fresh lace panties when Harry walks in.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but you can just leave those off.” He smirks.

You slide them back down your legs and kick them away as he approaches you. He grabs you by the back of your neck and tilts your chin up.

“What I don’t appreciate is you purposefully trying to get my hard when you’ve told me over and over that you don’t want to fuck in your office.”

“I wasn’t trying to make you hard, I was just playing around.”

“Just playing around, hm.” He nods his head and lets you go. He undoes his pants and sits down on the bed. “How about you play around with this?” He points to his crotch and you get on your knees in front of him. “Wait, let me grab you a pillow, honey.” He reaches behind him and hands it to you.

“Thank you.”

You get his hard cock out of his boxers and lick your lips before licking up and down his length. You suckle on his tip while your hand pumps him slowly. You look up at him, and he’s already looking down at you. It’s intense it makes you groan against him. You sink down further on him, and his hips buck up, trying to fit as much of himself in you as he can. You think of something, and you pop off him.

“Harry, I need you stand up.”

“Wh, why?”

“So it’s easier for you.”

“Easier for me to do what?”

“You know…fuck my face.” You mumble. His eyebrows shoot up, and he doesn’t hesitate to stand.

“You really want me to do this?” His hands cup your cheeks to get a better grip on you.

“Mhm.”

“You’re gonna gag a lot.”

“I’ll work through it.”

“Just tap my legs if it gets to be too much, okay?”

“Okay.”

You grip his hips and open your mouth wide for him. His slides back in and moans softly from how good your mouth feels on him. He thrusts in and out slowly, going a little deeper each time. He had hit the back of your throat before, numerous time, but usually you were the one in control of that. Your eyes start to water as his pace quickens, and you try to focus on just breathing through your nose. When he hears you gag he slows down to give you a second, and then he jumps back in to what he was doing before.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groans. “I’m gonna come.” He pulls out, and you leave your mouth open. His comes onto your open mouth, neck, and chest. He helps you up before he sits down on the bed. “Jesus, I think I’m light headed.” He chuckles and runs a hand through his hair. He looks at you, and you’re not saying much as you stand there naked in front of him. You had an odd look in your eyes. “Shit, let me go get a rag to clean you up, baby.” He stands back up, kisses your forehead, and rushes into the bathroom. He comes back out with a warm rag and wipes up your chest. “You did really well, took it all down that pretty throat of yours. Felt so good.” He steps back and looks at you. “There, all clean.” You blink at him. “Are you alright?”

You tap your throat and try to speak but it comes out really scratchy and hoarse. You try to clear your throat but it doesn’t help much.

“Lemme get you some water…maybe I was a bit too aggressive.” You grab his wrist. “What?”

You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he gets the idea. You wanted him, the water could wait. He gets you on the bed, and hovers over you. His lips find yours, and he sucks on your bottom lip. He plants gentle, wet kisses down your body, stopping to suck on one of your nipples. He twists your piercing between his teeth, making your head roll back. His hand slides between your legs while he continues to work your breasts. His middle finger runs up and down your slit before entering you. You gasp when he starts to curl it up.

“You’re so wet f’me baby.” He mumbles, switching to suck on your breast. He slides a second finger in and pumps in and out of you.

You grind against his hand, and he lets go of your breast with a pop. He retracts his fingers, and slides them up to your clit. Your mouth falls open and you moan out his name when his tongue enters you. You hear him groan as he moves his tongue in and out of you, and you tug on his hair.

“Harry.” You moan again, throat dry and hoarse.

He head your legs shaking. Your voice cracks as you cry out from your release. He continues to rub your clit as you come down. He grabs your hips and flips you over gently, spreading you apart and entering you. You loved how quickly he could get hard again. His chest was flush with your back as he rocks in and out of you. His hand snakes underneath you to rub your clit and you feel like you just wanted to melt. It still amazed you how much he paid attention to your body. It was never about him getting his, it was about this mutual pleasure that only you two shared.

Everything felt really good, and you were overstimulated.

“Oh my god, don’t stop.” You say in a raspy voice. “Fuck, Harry, that’s so good.” You clutch at your blankets and pillows. He bits down on the back of your shoulder as he feels you come around his cock.

His thrusts get sloppy and quicken, and a few moments later he’s filling you up. He pulls out of you slowly and rests on the bed to look at you. He smooths some hair out of your face and you smile at him.

“My throat really hurts.” You giggle.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He kisses your nose and gets off the bed. He wiggles his boxers up his legs, and watches you walk into the bathroom. “M’gonna get dinner started.” You give him a thumbs up and he leaves you to clean yourself up.

You come into the kitchen in a pair of light sweatpants and a t-shirt. Buster comes over to you and you pat him on the head. You guzzle down a nice glass of water and try to clear your throat. Harry was working on a stir fry.

“Why’d you want me to do that to you, I feel bad…”

“I don’t know.” You cough, and clear your throat again. “Just thought of it. I like when we take turns being more in control of those things.”

“But I hurt you.” He frowns.

“No! It was fine, it was just different. See, I’m all better now.” You smile. “My throat just got dry.”

“Okay.” He kisses the top of your head and puts his attention back to dinner. “Just veggies and rice, that okay?”

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

You sit down at the island and wait for him to finish preparing everything. He makes a plate up for you and he sits down next to you. He tells you about his day at the studio, and how cute some of the little kids in their costumes looked.

“I still can’t believe parents pay to have Halloween cards sent out.” You laugh.

“I choose not to question it. If these rich people wanna pay me for these little things, I’m all for it.”

“Oh, definitely! I think it’s great you’re doing all these little sessions.”

“The Thanksgiving sessions are all booked, and there’s only a few Santa sessions left open.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“All that social media stuff you do makes such a big difference, that’s why so many people are signing up.”

“It’s nice getting to work together in this capacity.” He stands up and takes both of your plates.

“My sweet girl.” He says as he kisses your head before putting the dishes in the dishwasher. “Wanna watch TV for a bit? I’m beat.”

“Mhm.”

Harry lays down on the sofa and you lay in front of him so he can spoon you. You were nearing the end of the third season of Glee.

“God, the show got so hard to watch after these last few episodes.”

“Why, baby?”

“Just everything with Rachel and Finn, you’ll see.”

You get to the last episode of the third season. You both sit up so you can watch intently. You were sobbing already, and Harry was getting to that point himself.

“Wait…he’s not goin’ with her?!” He looks at you. “I mean, I wasn’t in favor of them gettin’ married right away, but…he’s sendin’ her off to New York alone?”

You couldn’t even speak you were so upset.

“Finn, no, what the fuck?!” He looks at you again. “That’s how they ended it?”

“Yes.”

“And you had to wait an entire summer to know what happened next…Jesus.” He wipes his eyes. “This show is fucked up.”

“You said it.” You wipe your own eyes. “Come on, we need to go to sleep.”

“You can’t be serious, we need to-“

“Harry, it’s already after ten, come on. We can watch more tomorrow.”

“Okay, but only because I wanna cuddle some more.”

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“Morning, Harry.” Isaac says as Harry walks in.

“Mornin’.” He takes his coffee from him. “Ah, thank you.”

“So your day is going to be interesting.”

“Define interesting…”

“Lot of single moms and their kids…”

“Oh, why is that interesting?”

“Look at the reviews of you on Facebook.” Harry comes around to Isaac’s computer to look. “See, this one says, both Harry and Mariah are extremely professional, I’m very happy with their work.”

“That’s…I’m very confused.”

“Look at all of the comments. Harry was amazing with my son, I can’t wait to bring my kids to see him, I wouldn’t mind him taking my photos…and they sort of escalated from there. You know how wine moms can be. I made it so some of them weren’t visible.”

“These people do know we do any type of portrait, they don’t just need to have their kids involved.”

“You’re missing the point. They’re thirsty for you.”

“Thirsty?” He scoffs.

“I notice them flirting with you from time to time.”

“A lot of people flirt with me.” He shrugs. “I just don’t flirt back.”

Just then a young woman and he toddler walk in. Her daughter was already dressed like Bat Man.

“Woah, looks like the Dark Knight has arrived, Isaac.” The little girl giggles.

“I had hoped she’d want to be a princess, but she insisted on Bat Man.” The mother sighs.

“Nothin’ wrong with that, is there?” He smiles. “I just need a few minutes to get settled and set up. Isaac can get you anything you need.” He turns and goes upstairs to his office.

“So, how’d you hear about us?” Isaac asks.

“Word of mouth. One of the other moms at Janey’s preschool raved about someone named Mariah, but she was all booked up today. Then someone else mentioned Harry might have more open spots since he owns the place.” Isaac nods. “I heard he’s very talented.”

“He is.” Isaac smiles.

Harry comes down shortly and gets his spot set up the way he likes. Mariah was in her office editing photos.

“Okay, Janey, I mean, uh, Bat Man, come on over.”

The little girl runs over to Harry.

“Janey, don’t run! I’m so sorry, she never listen to me.” The woman huffs.

“No worries.” Harry smiles and looks down at the girl. “Is it okay if I lift yeh up and what not?”

“Mhm.”

“Thank you.”

Harry picks her up and puts her on a chair decorated for Halloween. There were pumpkins and other Halloween things around her.

“Smile, Janey. Grandma’s gonna want to see that pretty face.”

“No.” She pouts. “Bat Man doesn’t smile, mumma.”

“She’s right.” Harry says. “But sometimes he does.”

“He does?” Janey asks.

“Oh sure. Right after he gets a bad guy, like when he sends the joker to jail, that makes him really happy.”

“Okay.” She giggles and Harry snaps a shot.

He’s able to get a lot of great shots of her, and wraps everything up. He hands Isaac the SD card from the camera. Lately, Harry had let Isaac touch up these simpler photoshoots.

“Isaac should have these to you in a couple of days with the design you chose.”

“Thank you so much, Harry. I haven’t seen her have so much fun since…well, I won’t bore you with my problems.”

Isaac has to refrain from making a gagging noises. He knew exactly where this was headed.

“You’re a single mum?” Harry asks.

“Mhm, it was all for the best, but she misses her daddy.”

“Yeah, that’s, uh, gotta be tough.” Harry and Isaac make knowing eye contact. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go give my fiancé a ring before my next appointment. It was nice meeting the both of you.”

Harry slips away and almost runs up to his office.

“Oh, he’s, um, not single?”

“Nope, very taken.” Isaac smiles. “Will that be cash or credit?”

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BOO!

Harry sighed. “I hate reading!” He closed his current case file and face-planted his desk.

“Potter, please kindly shut up!” Draco snarled, Harry had been complaining for the last half an hour and it was worsening Draco’s already bad mood.

“But Draaacoooo, I want to go home!” Harry whined for the 40thtime. “It’s Halloween! Please let me goooooooooooo!”

Draco sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to deter his current headache from forming into a migraine. ‘How did this become my life again? Oh, that’s right, Lord Potter and his merry band of fools are throwing a Halloween party for Teddy, and Harry keeps getting into the decorations like an unsupervised kitten and wrecking everything’.

“Potter, for the last time, you cannot go home right now as you have been banished until Uncle deems it time that you can without ruining everything!” Draco leaned back in his chair and runs his hand over his face and through his hair, ruffling the once perfectly styled coif again.

Harry raised his head and turned his full force pout at Draco, kicking his feet in the air beneath his chair.

Draco left to get a cup of coffee from the kitchen before he gave up and just blasted Potter through the wall.

Severus stood in the doorway looking into the living room, surveying the decorations, food, and furniture placement. He nodded in satisfaction at a day’s good work, and walked towards to kitchen for a cup of tea, after warding the living room from any… disturbances.

Hearing the floo go in the kitchen, he rushed to the fireplace where an uncoordinated Harry stumbled out, catching him at the last second and placing him on his feet.

“Hiya!” Harry chirped happily and jumped into Severus’ arms.

“Hello love. How was your day?” Severus wrapped his arms tightly around the younger man, lifting him up and placing him on his hip. Harry wrapped his legs around Severus’ waist, tucked his thumb in his mouth and nuzzled into Severus’ neck with a sleepy sigh.

“I think it’s time for sleepy little boys to take a nap.”

“Nooooooooooooooooo”

“Harry…”

“Ooooooooooooo”

Severus tapped Harry’s bum in warning and the little bugger yelped dramatically as if Severus had hit him with a wooden spoon, and brought a hand down to rub his bum, lip trembling.

“Oh Dear, it’s definitely time for a rest. Come on mister, let’s get you into some nice comfy jammies.”

“Snitches!” Harry brightened instantly at the thought of his favourite jammies, and maybe snuggling with his bestest teddy, a black dog stuffy called Snuffles Jr.

Severus smiled indulgently and carried the adorable menace to the bedroom.

Severus was sitting in the kitchen, waiting for Harry to wake up from his nap, when he felt the charm alert him to movement upstairs. He stood up, placed his newspaper on the table, and made his way upstairs to get the little blighter into his costume ready for the party.

Severus paused at the top of the stairs, listening intently.

Thump… thump… rustle… squeak… giggle.

Severus looked toward the ceiling, praying for strength, so he could deal with an obviously younger than expected Harry. He purposely stepped on a squeaky floorboard, alerting the other man to his presence.

He heard a gasp and some more thuds, as though someone was rushing to hide.

Severus grasped the doorknob and slowly opened the door, stepping over the threshold, to see a duvet covered lump in the middle of the bed.

“Oh dear, where has Harry gone? I can’t see him anywhere!” Severus fake gasped, creeping closer to the bed. The lump on the bed wriggled and giggled. “Is he in the bathroom? No, could he be in the closet? Hmmm, not here either.” Severus reached the bed as the giggling got louder and higher. He placed his hands just above the duvet, prepared to attack, when he found himself on the floor, a duvet covered Harry on his stomach.

“BOOO!”

Severus laughed joyfully. A happy partner is a happy home.

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Fright Night But Make It Gay

A Splendid Halloween Surprise

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Here we are, the final chapter. I want to thank you all for reading! Thank you for the support you have given me and I hope I ended this well.

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Roman awoke to loud shrieking. He groaned. He would know that annoying noise anywhere. He reluctantly slid out of bed and made his way downstairs, his eyes still shut. "Remus, what is so important that you feel the need to wake me up from my beauty sleep?" He rubbed his eyes and opened them to find his brother and his boyfriend sitting at the island in the kitchen and staring back at him with wide eyes. He frowned. "What are you two doing?" He knew from experience that when those two got together, it wasn't good. 

Last time they had gotten together, they had managed to prank the entire college campus into thinking that the moth man was actually real and was attacking their university. While it was funny, it was also nerve wracking because he knew his brother spilled all types of embarrassing childhood moments to his boyfriend. 

"Nothing!" Virgil quickly said before looking back to Remus. He gave a quick nod before hopping off the counter and coming over to Roman, his arms opening to engulf his human in a hug. "Good morning, Princey."

Roman hummed happily and nuzzled into his boyfriend's embrace. "Morning."

Virgil smiled down at the other. "Come on, let's get you dressed, I have planned for a perfectly spooky day."  

Roman smiled. One of the things he absolutely adored about his boyfriend was his deep love of Halloween. "Okay." Roman slowly pulled away from Virgil and moved to go get dressed when Virgil stopped him. 

"I set out a package on your dresser. Wear that." He winked at him and Roman felt his knees go weak. It wasn't fair. The vampire before him wasn't allowed to be so pretty or it would end up killing him. 

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Virgil watched as Roman walked up the stairs to get dressed. He turned back to Remus. "I'm gonna go yet changed real quick, help Roman with the makeup." And then he was gone. 

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Roman had to admit he was a little confused when his brother came in after he put on the absolutely gorgeous prince costume his emo had gotten for him. Remus insisted that Virgil told him he had to do his makeup. While Roman was suspicious, he let his brother do his makeup. There wasn't much, just some reds and golds. Although, he was given purple lipstick which was a little weird but it made Roman feel giddy to be wearing Virgil's favorite color. He could only begin to imagine what his knight had planned for him. 

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Roman grinned brightly once he saw Virgil.  His love was wearing dark dress pants, a dark button up and a gorgeous purple vest. His make up was done with stunning purples dusting his eyelids. And on his lips a crimson red that dribbled down over his chin. Roman slid over to Virgil's side. "I have to say you look absolutely delectable tonight, my darling." 

Roman flushed. "Not nearly as stunning as you, my dear." 

Virgil laughed. "Although, I do believe something is missing." 

Roman frowned. "What?" Virgil smiled shyly and leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on Roman's neck. Roman shivered. "Oh, that." He grinned. "I'm such a bad influence on you."

Virgil smirked against his boyfriend's neck. "It's true. You are." 

"Come on, I'm ready." 

Virgil gently bit into Roman's neck before pulling his fangs out and allowing some of the blood to dribble down the others neck. Roman sighed. "I am so lucky to have met you." 

Virgil smiled and pressed a kiss to his princes' lips. "And I you." 

Roman clasped hands with the vampire. "So, what are we doing today?" He smiled happily as his loves' thumb ran over his hand softly. 

"First, we're going to the movies to watch some scary movies. Then, we'll have lunch. After that, we'll go through a few haunted houses. Then, we'll go on a walk before we have a picnic dinner." 

Roman hummed. "Well, it certainly sounds romantic."

Virgil nuzzled his nose with the princes'. "Only the best for you."

Roman snorted. "Tell that to yesterday you when I asked for cuddles and you threw a stuffed animal at me and said 'there's your cuddles, teddy bear.'" 

Virgil snorted. "I was tired, you can't hold that against me." 

"Okay, sure." He laughed. 

"Let's go Princey, our adventure awaits."

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Virgil and Roman strolled through the park happily as the moon shone down on them with a brilliance. Their picnic basket rested snugly in the crook of Virgil's arm while his other arm was looped with his partners. His partner hummed happily. 

It had been an absolutely lovely day with his wonderful vampire boyfriend. They had watched Hocus Pocus, The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Conjuring, and a few others. Then they stopped at a pizza parlor before going to a few haunted houses. Roman had a few frights but his boyfriend had held him throughout the houses and it made it all bearable. Then they picked up the picnic basket from Virgil's house before beginning their walk. 

They had spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner. And Virgil even went out of his way so that they would do the Lady and the Tramp kiss. It was all so romantic and Roman was so absolutely infatuated with the vampire that he was sure he would burst with the amount of love he held in his heart for Virgil. Roman rested his head on his shoulders as they slowed enough for him to do so. 

"Roman?" Virgil asked softly. 

"Yes?" 

"I-" the vampire stopped and turned to face his boyfriend. "I love you. A lot and…" he set this picnic basket down and slowly lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of Roman. "You're everything to me, Roman Belmonte. I'm ready to spend eternity with you, if you'll have me." 

Roman watched as Virgil pulled out a box with a ring decorated with gold leaf inside. Roman grinned, his eyes filled with tears as he launched himself at his...fiance? Could they officially be called that? "YES! YES OF COURSE!" 

Virgil laughed happily as he wrapped his arms around the human. Roman quickly leaned back out of the hug and allowed Virgil to place the ring on his finger. "Oh my god, this is the best moment of my life! We're getting married! We're engaged! Oh my god! Look at this ring! It says I'm getting married to the most handsome man in the world!" 

Virgil shook his head. "No, I'm pretty sure that would be me getting married to the most handsome man in the world." 

Roman's face split into a smile. "You proposed on Halloween. Oh that is so you. I love you so much!" 

Virgil returned the smile before pulling Roman into a kiss. Yeah, he wouldn't trade this for anything.

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It’s Him and I (Bakugou x Reader)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of childhood abuse

Word Count: 1,616

Prompt/Request: First day of the October Special: Seasonal Decorating.

Summary: Y/N decides to surprise their fiance, Bakugou, with Halloween decorations. A short and sweet one-shot.

Author: Mod Alex

All week you’d been planning in spare moments between patrols; going out to buy the supplies on your way home, and on your breaks. Katsuki was none the wiser. Good, you wanted it to be a surprise for him. The both of you were always busy with work and you figured a little holiday cheer would do the both of you some good. And maybe you wanted to do something nice for the only person who represented the idea of family to you. You knew what his family life was like-- a verbally abusive mother and passive father. It wasn’t dissimilar from your own home setting growing up. After living together for several years now, you’d come to the conclusion that neither of you had gotten to enjoy the festivities in your childhoods like you rightfully deserved. Which is how you’d come to the decision that this year, you were going to make damn sure to make up for your lackluster childhoods. So far you’d managed to hang bat cutouts from the ceiling, high enough to not bump your head into them every time you walked past them, and get some fake cobwebs up in the corners of your living room. Admittedly, the bats took a while to get up. There was still quite a bit to put up, and despite the knowledge of knowing Bakugou wasn't coming home until much later that night, you felt a tad rushed. You knew for a fact that there was one thing, in particular, you wanted to make sure got done before your loving fiance came home-- the pumpkins. Or well, gourds in general. You'd bought a few for decor, but the part you were most excited about was decorating the two main pumpkins in the likeness of you and Katsuki. It was something you'd seen on a few fall mood boards and a movie you saw when you were younger. The thought had always appealed to you, but you'd never had the closeness to someone or the private space of your own to keep them. Now, though, you were going to make good on your childhood dreams.

After placing out some newspaper, various carving tools, and paints, and donning gloves, you sat down to start your project. The two pumpkins that you'd bought to use for Bakugou and yourself were relatively large with a smoother side. You popped off the cap of a sharpie, alcohol wipes nearby just in case you made a mistake in your sketch. You were sure you were going to, considering sharpie on pumpkin wasn't the world's easiest medium. Still, you were damn well determined to make sure it came out perfectly. You started with Bakugou's pumpkin, cutting open the top and gutting it. After it was clean and thoroughly wiped down and dried you began sketching out a somewhat rough image of him. When you were finally satisfied with the sketch, you cleaned it up and began to carve into the flesh of the pumpkin. You hummed whilst working, amused to see the halfway point in which only half of the image of your partner was three dimensional. It was at that point that you pushed away from the table to stretch, clean up a little, and make a cup of tea before you set back to work. You may have a limited amount of time, but there was no reason to push yourself, breaks would keep your mind sharp anyway.

In the kitchen you yawned, straightening your spine as you stretch your arms upward, waiting for the water to heat up. After stretching for a moment longer you eyed everything you’d accomplished in the day. There was so much more you wanted to do, but you weren’t opposed to pulling Katsuki into decorating with you. All you really wanted to make sure got done before he got home was the pumpkins. You smiled to yourself, everything in life felt truly happy in that moment. Fall was showing in the world outside, the crisp breeze blowing in from the open window, setting the atmosphere all that much more. Finally, the water was ready and you poured it into your cup, allowing the tea to brew while you checked your phone. No messages so far, and a few hours left. With your tea in hand, you set back to work.

A little while and several cups of tea later, you’d finished carving both pumpkins, taking yet another break to tidy and stretch. It was damn good work if you said so yourself. Sure, the images were a little more stylized, but it was clear who was who and the light had looked incredible shining through when you’d tested it. Now, all it needed was a few spots of paint to really emphasize certain details and they’d be ready to set out by your front door. In the spots where there was no carving, you added accents of black and dark green. The natural yellows and oranges of the jack-o-lantern lent well to Katsuki’s color scheme. With a careful hand, you added in your own accent colors, occasionally using your thumb to brush away color and go back in to touch it up. Finally, they were done. Despite your numerous breaks your wrists and shoulders were still cramped up. You did your best to shake off the soreness of your limbs so that you could seal and set the pumpkins out. Maybe you’d even have time to start with more decorations afterward.

Outside, you allowed the freshly sealed pumpkins to dry as you strung up some spider web, set out a new rug, and hung up an endearingly spooky wreath. Making a few adjustments to straighten out the wreath, you finally allowed yourself to stand back and admire everything. The pumpkins seemed to be dry by now and you set them next to the welcome mat, turning them to face where guests walking into the house. “What the hell is all this?”

Your grin broadened upon hearing Katsuki’s voice. Rightening yourself, you were quick to launch yourself into his arms. He caught you, easily, arms slipping to hold you against him. “Hey, baby! Welcome home.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.” You laughed freely, pulling away just enough to see him smiling at you. Unable, and unwanting to fight the urge to kiss him, you pressed a peck to his lips. “It’s for Halloween! Look, I even made us on pumpkins.” You wriggled yourself from his grasp, posing dramatically at your handiwork. He chuckled, squatting down to get a better look at it.

“Damn, if you weren’t such a good hero, I’d tell you to go be an artist.”

“Awww, Katsu, you're too sweet.”

“Tch.” He stood back up, taking you by the hip into a side hug. “It looks great, but why’d you go through all the trouble?”

Nervous at the upcoming admission, you hid your face against his shoulder. “Ah, well, that’s because… Maybe we could go inside first?”

Albeit confused, Bakugou walked inside with you. Though your nerves were still thrumming with anticipation, you couldn’t help but smile at your fiance’s look of pleasant shock at the rest of your decorations. Once sat in your living room, he prompted you to go ahead and explain.” Right. So...” You huffed at your own nervousness. You’d fought major villains, but explaining your heartfelt intentions to someone you loved was more nervewracking. Seriously!? “I never got to do anything like this when I was a kid. You know what my home life was like. And-- and I know yours was similar. So, I figured what the hell? It’s our damn house and we missed out on all the fun, who says we can’t have fun now? I wanted to surprise you too. I hope, um, I hope you like it.”

Hesitantly you looked up from the floor when you noticed that Bakugou had come to crouch before you. In seconds you were wrapped in a hug. The both of you stayed like that for a moment, no words spoken. When he finally broke the silence you could hear the emotion in his voice. “(Y/n), firecracker, I don’t know how I got so damn lucky to have you. Thank you.” You smiled, relief, and joy flooding through you as you returned his hug.

“Of course, Sparky. I’d do anything in the world for you-- for us. There’s still more decorations if you’d maybe like to help me finish up?”

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Bakugou and you took to decorating together. The radio that you two had in your living room had been tuned in to the local Halloween radio station. Meanwhile, Katsuki and you danced around each other, sneaking kisses in between setting up your mantle. “Hey, baby, y’ know what we should do after this?”

“What’s that?”

“We should cook something with copious amounts of food dye-- before you say anything, yes the food dye is imperative to the experience. And then while we eat, we can watch one of those cheesy Halloween films. Whadya think?”

“I guess I can tolerate all the additives if it makes you that happy.” You snorted at his answer. Despite having come a long way since high school, sometimes Katsuki still liked to give you a hard time. It was all in good humor and you wouldn't want it any other way.

“Thank you. Oh and Katsu?”

“Hah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you continued forward in the night you couldn’t help but look forward to Halloween and every holiday that you'd get to spend with him afterward. Even if your childhoods had been a letdown, the life you’d have with Katsuki would always, always more than makeup for it.

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 20 - Bonnie and Clyde

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 3,306

warnings - language, alcohol, fist fighting

additional notes at the end

(previous)

The next day, Alice and Christine met up for breakfast, as usual. Even though they were going to see each other in the evening at the party, they wanted to get breakfast anyway since they missed the week before. Plus, Alice wanted to prep Christine for meeting Dean, because even though she told Dean to be on his best behavior, it was Christine she was worried about.

"If I've said it once, I've said it a million times," Alice said, "Dean's really nice, so you have to be nice to him."

"I will, I will," she said with a roll of her eyes. "I'm just going to grill him on his intentions until he breaks."

"Christine," Alice whined.

"I'm joking, geez," Christine laughed. "I know he means a lot to you. I swear I'll play nice."

"And," Alice added, "don't talk about his job, okay? I'm pretty sure everyone who's there is going to be part of the family, but I don't want to take any chances. Plus, I don't even know if you're supposed to know about it."

"Well, you just eliminated my opening line," she said. "Hey Dean, you kill anyone lately?"

"Hilarious," Alice said.

"Does he have any cute workers?" she asked. "Any who are more around our age?"

"Mm, Jack probably won't be there," she said. "Kevin's kind of cute in like a nerdy-secretly-sexy way."

"I could be into that," she said.

"Is your only goal to get laid?" Alice asked.

Christine shrugged. "Not everyone has hot ass on tap."

After breakfast, Alice headed back home. She only had about an hour before she was going to go shopping with Hannah and Jess. She got a text from Jess that read, Making a Starbucks run. You want anything?

While she had just had coffee at breakfast with Christine, she couldn't turn down Starbucks. She told Jess what she wanted, thanked her, and in about a half hour, Jess texted that they had arrived. Christine headed down to the car, waving at the girls as soon as they could see her.

"Hey girlie," Jess said. "Your venti iced caramel macchiato."

"Thank you, thank you," she said, taking the drink. "So where are we shopping?"

"There's a designer dress shop about an hour away," Hannah explained. "You alright for a bit of a road trip?"

"Sure!" Alice said.

Their ride was filled with crowd pleasing classics -"Born in the USA", "Rocket Man", and the likes- and random chit chat about how everyone was doing. Jess didn't bring up the pregnancy -just as she said she wouldn't- but it was hard for Alice not to talk about it when it was the biggest event of her life at the present time.

When they got to the dress shop, Alice already saw dresses in the window that she liked. She was glad Dean offered to pay for whatever she got. Even though she didn't like him spending excessive amounts of money on her, she loved the idea of being able to dress up in something designer.

"How fancy is this event?" Alice asked, running her fingers over the fabric of the dresses. "Are we talking ball gowns?"

Jess chuckled. "Not that fancy. Maybe a-line? Trumpet? Column?"

"So floor length?" she clarified.

"You could do tea length," she said. "High-low."

"Got it," Alice said with a nod. "So lots of options."

"Exactly," Hannah said. "So let's get to it."

The shop may've been small, but it was chock full of dresses. They were there for at least an hour before they finally were all settled on what they were going to buy. Alice stood in front of the mirror in the dress and stared at her reflection. It was a high-low, asymmetrical dress with long sleeves and floral embroidery all across the torso and arms. She put her hands on her stomach and smoothed down the skirt.

"You look beautiful," Hannah said, her eyes meeting Alice's in the mirror. Jess was at the counter talking to the worker. Alice smiled.

"Thanks," she said. "Don't really feel like myself."

Hannah chuckled. "I didn't either the first time I got to dress like this."

"How long before you got used to it?" she asked.

"I'm still not sure I am," she said. Alice chuckled, then looked at her reflection again. "It suits you though," she added. Alice turned to face her.

"What does?" she asked.

"This life," Hannah said. "You take it all in stride. It's admirable. A lot of people can't handle it."

"How do you?" she asked. "Handle it, I mean."

While she loved talking to Jess, and she knew she once had experience as a mobster's wife, Hannah was in it then. Hannah thought for a moment. "It was hard for a while," she admitted, "mostly because of my job. I was already a councilwoman when I met Castiel. I felt like I was betraying everything I stood for if I was with him."

"But you don't feel that way anymore?"

Hannah shrugged. "I have lines I won't cross for him, and for the most part I just try to stay in the dark with what he does."

"And that works?" Alice asked.

Hannah nodded. "Yeah. We make it work. I decided that who Castiel is was more important to me than what he does for a living."

Alice nodded in understanding, then looked at her reflection one final time. "Yeah," she whispered. "I get that too."

-

Alice and Christine got ready for the party together at Alice's apartment. She told Dean she'd meet him there so that she could ride separately with Christine. Christine was going to the party dressed as a fortune teller. Her make-up and costume were both perfect and very much fit her aesthetic. Alice and Dean were going as Bonnie and Clyde, so Alice pretty much raided every thrift store in a 30 mile radius before she found all the right pieces.

Christine insisted on pregaming a bit before heading to the party, and Alice didn't care one way or another. She was posing as DD for the night, so she didn't need to come up with some bogus reason why she wasn't drinking. Christine was two jager shots in when she was finally ready to go. She was the perfect amount of tipsy to let go of her inhibitions for the start of the party.

When they got to Sam and Jess', it looked like everyone was already there from the amount of cars in the driveway. Alice was really excited. Halloween was a fun holiday, and any excuse to finally introduce Christine to Dean, she was game. She may've been nervous, but more than anything, she was ready. It was high time her boyfriend met her best friend.

Music was playing throughout the house when they walked inside, and Jess had really gone all out with decorations. "Alice!" She turned when she heard Jess' voice, then smiled as the girl jogged over to her. She was wearing black pants, a white button-up, a black bralette, and a jet-black, pixie cut wig. The trickle of fake blood on her nose made it clear that she was Mia Wallace from Pulp Fiction. She could only assume Sam was somewhere dressed as Vincent.

"Hey," Alice said, accepting the hug Jess was offering her. "Jess, this is my best friend, Christine."

"It's great to meet you," Christine said. Jess smiled and pulled her in for a hug too.

"You too," she said. "Your costume is great."

"Thanks," Christine said.

"Well, come on in," she said. "Alice, Dean is in the kitchen."

"Duh," she said. "Wherever the drinks are, Dean's not too far away."

The three of them walked through the house, and Alice could see Dean had her back to her -she'd recognize that perky butt anywhere- and she smiled to herself. She snuck up behind him and put her hands over his eyes. "There's no escaping now, Clyde," she said to him. Dean laughed and turned, holding Alice at arm's length.

"Well, don't you look beautiful, Bonnie," he said back. She stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss to his lips. When they parted, Alice turned and looked at Christine again.

"Christine, this is Dean," she said. "Dean, this is Christine." Dean stuck his hand out to her.

"It's great to meet you," he said. "Alice has told me a lot about you."

"Same here," Christine said, taking his hand and shaking it. When they both dropped their hands, Dean wrapped his arm around Alice's waist. She leaned into him, resting her hand on his stomach.

"Where're Cas and Hannah?" she asked. "And Sam?"

"They're all around here somewhere," Dean said. "Might be playing games in the other room."

"You've got games?" Alice asked Jess.

"Duh," she said. "Grab your drinks, and I'll show you."

They had beer pong going outside on the patio, some people playing cards in the kitchen, and they even had a karaoke machine set up. Bobby and Rufus were singing a very drunken rendition of "The Gambler."

It looked like everyone -save Jack- from Dean's family was there, plus some people that must've worked with Jess and Sam that she didn't recognize. When Alice talked to Claire and Jody, she introduced her to her other adopted daughter-

"Alex?" Christine said with wide eyes.

"Oh my god," Alex said with a laugh. "Hey!"

"You guys know each other?" Jody asked.

"We work at the hospital together," Christine explained. Alice was thrilled that Christine knew -and clearly got along with- someone at the party, because it relieved some of the tension she had, worrying that Christine wouldn't have a good time or would need Alice to babysit her the whole night. Then again, Christine could make fun anywhere. Even if she hadn't known anyone, she would've made a friend eventually.

When Christine met Kevin, things seemed to actually spark between the two of them. Alice didn't know if he was her mister right or her mister right now, but regardless, Christine seemed happy, and that was all she wanted for her friend that night.

The party was a blast. Dean was the master at beer pong, though Alice stopped being his partner when she realized all she did was bring him down. With Sam, the duo was unstoppable. While it was fun to watch them, she did get sick of standing by and being his cheerleader. She walked over to him and placed a kiss to his cheek before he started another round. "I'm gonna go sit and talk to Charlie for a while," she said. "I'll cheer you on from over there."

"Okay," Dean said, flashing her a smile. He kissed her forehead, and she smiled back and headed over to join Charlie and Dorothy on the couch. Dorothy was -ironically- dressed as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. Her great-great-grandfather was actually the author of the book. Charlie was dressed as, she assumed, the brainless scarecrow from the tale.

They talked for a while until Sam and Dean challenged Dorothy and Charlie to a round of beer pong. Alice rolled her eyes but waved them away with a laugh. She made her way to the kitchen to get herself another glass of water. Only one other person was in the kitchen, and she didn't recognize him. He was around Sam's age, and he was dressed in a basketball uniform. "Hey," he said with a smile. "You must be the Bonnie to Dean's Clyde."

"Yeah," she said with a laugh. "That'd be me. I'm Alice."

"Jaden," he said. They shook hands, and he picked up a cup. "Can I make you a drink?"

"Nah, I'm DD," she said. "I'm just grabbing some more water."

"Taking one for the team, yeah?" he said.

"Well, someone's gotta do it." He smiled, and she poured herself some more water. "You work with Sam and Jess?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said with a nod, pouring himself some of the punch that was in the bowl. "They're offering me a spot in their firm so I can get out of the biglaw."

"You gonna take it?" she asked.

"Probably," he said. "Pay won't be as good, but I am pretty sick of these corporate jagoffs." She laughed and leaned her back against the counter. "What do you do?" he asked.

"I'm a first grade teacher," she said. "I actually teach Sam and Jess' daughter."

"Lexi?" he said with a smile.

"Mhm," she hummed.

"She's a sweet kid," he replied.

"Yeah," she agreed. "She's great. Most of my kids are."

"Most?"

"Well," she laughed, "not every kid's an angel."

He laughed and nodded. "You got that right." She cocked her head to the side.

"You have any kids?" she asked.

"Not that I know of."

They both laughed, but Alice's was cut short when someone put their hand on her shoulder. She turned and saw Dean. She could tell by the tenseness in his jaw that he was pissed. "Hey, Dean," she said, giving him a smile in an attempt to get him to relax. It didn't work. What was he so angry about?

"Why don't you go make some friends somewhere else?" Dean said to Jaden.

"Dean," she said, furrowing her eyebrows at him.

"Can't you let your girlfriend speak for herself?" Jaden said, raising his eyebrows in slight amusement. "We were having nice conversations before you-"

"I'm only going to say this one more time," Dean said, his voice low. "Walk. Away."

"Dean," she said again, putting her hand on his arm and squeezing it. He ignored her.

"It's alright, Alice," Jaden said with a smile. "You don't have to act like you have a say in your relationship."

Without a beat, Dean punched Jaden in the jaw. "Dean!" Alice shouted. Dean ignored her as he shoved Jaden against the fridge. A few people who were standing around outside heard the commotion and ran into the house. Christine, Kevin, Bobby, and Jody were among them. Christine grabbed Alice's bicep and pulled her away from Dean as Bobby grabbed Dean and pulled him off of Jaden.

A lump grew in Alice's throat as she turned to look at Christine. "I want to leave," she whispered to her. Without question, Christine nodded and put her arm around Alice's waist, and the two of them pushed through the crowd of people and towards the front door.

"Alice, are you okay?" Christine said as they walked towards the car.

"I just want to leave," Alice said again. Christine nodded and hopped in the passenger side while Alice got behind the wheel. As she started the car, her phone started vibrating in her bra. She pulled it out and saw it was Dean, so she hung up and tossed it in the backseat. "Can we go to your house?" she asked.

"Yeah," Christine said. "Yeah, of course."

Most of the drive was quiet with the exception of Alice's phone vibrating continuously on the backseat. Alice could feel tears pooling in her eyes, but she refused to break. "Alice," Christine said. "Can you tell me what happened?" Alice scoffed as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

"He can be so frustrating!" she said. "I was just talking to this guy, and Dean came over and lost it. He's so possessive! I don't understand why he's like that!"

"Did he hit you?" she asked.

"No," she replied quickly. "He would never."

"Then why are we going to my house?" she asked.

"I just don't want to see him," she said. "And I know that he'll come to my house to talk to me." Christine nodded, and the rest of the ride was spent in silence.

-

When Bobby pulled Dean off Jaden, Jody grabbed Jaden and took him into another room. Dean's chest was heaving, and his jaw was still clenched. "What the hell is the matter with you?" Bobby said, giving Dean's shoulders a shake.

That was the thing with Bobby. Dean may've been his boss, but he did help raise the kid, so he was allowed to put him in his place like that.

That didn't mean Dean liked it.

"Get the hell off me!" he shouted, pushing Bobby's chest. He looked past the man, and his shoulders dropped. "Where'd Alice go?"

"Where the hell do you think?" he snapped. "She left, ya idjit."

"And no one stopped her?" he said.

"She's a grown woman, Dean!" Bobby said. "She can do what she wants. It's about time you wake up and realize that before she leaves your ass."

Dean let out a frustrated breath and pushed past Bobby, then ran out to the front of the house. Alice's car was already gone. He called her phone, praying she would pick up. It only rang a few times before she sent him to voicemail. "Dammit!" he shouted. He figured she wouldn't pick up, but he still tried again. And again. And again. When she didn't pick up the final time, he let out a frustrated shout and threw the phone across the yard. He sat on the ground and put his elbows on his knees, hanging his head in frustration.

Fine. If she wasn't going to pick up the phone, he had a car. He'd go right to the source.

He got in his car and drove off to Alice's apartment. It took him about half the time considering how fast he was driving. He wanted to beat her there, and when he arrived, he didn't see her Jeep, so he knew he had. He figured he'd wait in the parking lot for her.

After thirty minutes, he knew she wasn't coming. His next best guess was that she was at Christine's house, but he had no idea where that was. He had plenty of connections that could get him the address -Donna and Jody had legal access to databases, and Charlie could hack them- but he knew none of them would get the information without probable cause, no matter how hard he pushed it. Damn his soldiers for having consciences, and damn himself for not being more of a hardass. Sometimes he wished he was more like Crowley.

Sometimes.

Dean rested his head on his steering wheel and sighed. Alright. How was he going to make this one better? Maybe he needed to give her time and space, like she had given him when he was mad about Lisa. She couldn't be mad at him forever, right?

-

Alice stared at herself in Christine's bathroom mirror as she brushed her hair. Her eyes were blank, and she wasn't really seeing her own reflection. Her hands moved on their own accord as she thought about what happened at the party.

"You don't have to act like you have a say in your relationship."

The anger in Dean's eyes when he punched Jaden had legitimately scared her. She knew Dean could be violent. Hell, practically his entire job revolved around murdering people. She was just sick of him hurting people in her name. How long until he lost control and hurt her too?

The knock at the bathroom door made Alice jump. "You okay in there?" Christine asked. Alice cleared her throat and put the hairbrush down, then opened the door causing Christine to step back.

"I'm fine," Alice told her with a tight smile. "Just tired."

"Do you want to talk-"

"I want to go to bed," she said firmly. Christine pressed her lips into a line and nodded.

"Okay," she whispered.

The girls shared Christine's queen bed, just as they had during every sleepover when they were kids, and Alice pulled the covers over her shoulders. "Goodnight, Alice," Christine whispered.

"Night, Chris," Alice mumbled back.

She turned on her side, facing away from Christine, and allowed some silent tears to fall as she drifted off to sleep.

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