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lightseoul · 3 months ago

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hi! please could you do number 7 with the mc having a ghost-related quirk??

decided to quickly write this one just in time for halloween! i hope y'all enjoy this little piece amidst the boop war we all find ourselves in right now lol. thank you for playing n have a nice day <3

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

7. "THE GHOSTS WOULD DISAGREE WITH YOU." (1.3k)

“you’re a fucking weirdo, you know that?”

you don’t even look up from the churro you’re munching on, opting to ignore the ash-blonde sitting right next to your left.

“what,” he continues, and if you didn’t know any better, he’s starting to sound a little annoyed. “you’re not even gonna defend yourself?”

what you’re not about to do is tell him you’ve heard that taunt over and over again growing up, lest you end up seeming pitiful, which you aren’t.

so you merely shrug. “i don’t see the point. i know it’s not true.”

at that, you finally glance at the man, who’s looking nothing short of speechless under the dim light of the lounge that’s decked out with ‘spooky’ embellishments.

cute is the first thing that comes to mind.

he just fucking insulted you is the next.

still, you can’t help the smile that takes over your features. “you’re the weird one, anyway. why would you say that to your date?”

bakugou promptly breaks eye contact, choosing to stare at the human skeleton that’s conveniently parked at the corner of the room. you follow his line of vision, and you have to stop yourself from snorting at the sight.

the people manning this haunted house-themed attraction sure took budget decorating to the next level.

beside you, the pro-hero huffs. “i’m only saying that because this is your idea of a good first date,” he gestures vaguely to your surroundings, an incredulous expression on his face as he tosses you a pointed look. “a horror escape room? really?”

“what?” you say, trying to sound the slightest bit defensive for the sake of it. “it gives us plenty of excuses to get closer.”

whatever bakugou expected you to say in response, it surely wasn’t that.

the man only splutters, quickly diverting his gaze and plopping back against his seat with his muscled arms folded across his broad chest like a petulant child.

he then mutters something that you wouldn’t have caught for the life of you if it weren’t for the thing.

you grin.

“you wanted me to latch onto you for safety? you could’ve just said so.”

almost instantaneously, bakugou whips to stare at you, an absolutely horrified expression etched all over his face.

“what the fuck?”

you flash him the most innocent look you can muster. “what?”

he’s now glaring at you, but there’s no missing the redness that has crept up the high planes of his cheeks. he opens his mouth as if to say something but hesitates. he tries again, gaze fixated on you for a couple more seconds until he shakes his head in disbelief.

“…there’s no fucking way.”

you shrug again, but bakugou only stares at you, eyes squinting in suspicion. “unless…”

and, in a blink of an eye you almost could’ve missed it if you weren’t staring at him yourself, you see profound realization dawn on his features.

you gulp despite yourself.

“you have a fucking quirk?”

the truth must have been written all over your exterior, because the man leans back in slow motion like the way one would when faced with a relatively shocking revelation.

you rub at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling too self-conscious. this was the part that always made you feel uncomfortable, no matter what the context.

but especially during a first date.

“i never said i was quirkless…”

“yeah, no shit,” he retorts, not missing a single bit. “what is it, superior hearing or something?”

you shake your head slowly, “no, but it does make me privy to things that i don’t perceive with my own senses.”

bakugou’s eyebrows furrow in what you think is confusion. “what else?”

“uh—” you pause, eyes drifting down to your fiddling fingers, “—i can also levitate, be invisible, and permeate through things.”

when he doesn’t say anything for a moment, you finally chance a glance at the man, and he’s looking honest-to-god gagged.

pro-hero dynamight is fucking gagged and it’s because of you.

before he can get a word in, though, you quickly follow it up with: “but they make me so nauseous that i can barely pull them off. they’re useless, really.”

when you’re met with nothing but silence, you continue.

“i know,” you chuckle, although it comes out awkward and stilted. “it’s weird. you’re right, after all. i was just messing with you.”

more silence.

not knowing what else to do or say, you take a huge bite of your pastry, although you’re far from hungry, stomach now churning in embarrassment.

you’re in the middle of chewing the remnants of your last bite when bakugou finally speaks up.

now, you’ve heard about how the #9 pro-hero, despite his aggression and temper and generally unpleasant personality, is exceptionally intelligent, perceptive, and intuitive, but you never really thought much about it.

not even when you found out a few hours earlier that the blind date your friends set you up with was your distant superior dynamight himself.

and while you always had a thing for capable men, you didn’t want to fall early and hard lest you hurt yourself in the process. so you merely pushed back against the prejudices and expectations you had of him, and decided to just observe the person who was actually in front of you for the rest of your date.

but when he says the next thing, everything you’ve heard about him suddenly makes sense.

“…so it’s a ghost quirk.”

you don’t even get the opportunity to choke on your churro or gape at him because bakugou shakes his head so fervently, before: “that’s such a fucking waste.”

“e-excuse me?”

at your query, he locks eyes with you. “you have a strong-ass quirk, yet you’re working in admin for us. you could be doing more.”

a thousand questions fight to escape your lips, but what manages to emerge victorious is: “how’d you know i’m working admin for ground riot?”

bakugou scowls at you, but again, there’s that scarlet on his cheeks. he doesn’t answer your question, though, instead going for: “that’s your fucking takeaway?”

you shrug, not knowing what else to say. “i know my quirk is strong. but i was always made to feel like i was weird and creepy for it growing up—and until now, actually, which is why i don’t really talk about it—so i just learned not to use it.”

“well, most of it,” you add, and bakugou cocks his head to the side in question.

you take a shaky inhale.

“…ghosts still choose to talk to me.”

“that how you pick up on things beyond your five senses?”

you try not to gawk at him and at how fast he put two and two together. “…yeah.”

neither of you says anything for a few moments before bakugou finally shifts in his seat, rolling his shoulders back.

as he does so, he pipes up with: “well, i guess they’re not always accurate, though.”

you frown. although you rarely use your quirk, you still pride yourself in your capacity. “what do you mean?”

at that, bakugou turns to regard you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. “i did not want you to latch onto me.”

this time, you really can’t help it. you snort, and that grants you a glower from the pro-hero. you take it in stride, though, waving him off.

“sure, big guy.”

“don’t—” he sits up, “fucking—i’m serious—”

“yeah, but the ghosts—” he throws you a punch, which you dodge, “would disagree—” you dodge another, “ with you—” he barely misses you, “—though,” you finally finish.

and really, you don’t even need your trusty ghosts to know that—the blush that’s taken over the entirety of his face is all the proof you need.

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grunckle · 8 months ago

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I think something that gets misinterpreted a lot in the Rain World community is what purposed organisms actually are. Theres a common interpretation that they were like “beasts of burden” and looked like or were the creatures we still see today. But this isn’t what Moon tells us, here’s what she says.

“Most purposed organisms were considerably smaller than me, and most barely looked like organisms at all. More like tubes in metal boxes, where something went in one end and something else came out the other…When I came into this world there was very little primal fauna left. So it's highly likely that you are the descendant of a purposed organism yourself!”

This dialogue paints the picture that most purposed organisms were closer to machines, or machine cogs, with biological parts than actual animals.

Of course most people are aware that creatures like leviathans and miros birds have mechanical aspects, but I think that most if not all creatures have some sort of blending of the biological and mechanical; it’s more of a spectrum than a dichotomy with cyborgs in between.

This idea is also based on some of the old Rain World concept art by Joar.

Here, it looks like melting globs of flesh, (or fleshy rubber and plastic) mutate over a metal “skeleton”. I think this can show the possible intention for purposed organisms and evolution in this world. Organic and mechanical transition seamlessly, and organic parts grow rapidly. I believe most purposed organisms started off on the more mechanical side of things, but evolved their organic “cover” in this way. Maybe everything we see, including us, have some mechanical components that are hidden by the flesh exterior.

This sort of, life overabundance and rapid growth is shown through Five Pebbles’s rot in game. His rot globs are able to grow legs and become mobile in an incredibly short amount of time, and even proto rot grows from innocuous metal walls.

My friend over at Darthzz-Ploo-World really coined this interpretation (and many others) in my opinion and did a wonderful art piece showcasing it.

My friend Re also did some great art showcasing a theory on orange lizards evolving from those computer boxes in Sky Islands and the exterior.

I also did some doodles on my own theories in the same vein. This time on the origin or Shoreline leviathans from Moon’s collapsed iterator components.

But yeah, I think Downpour leaned more into the “beast of burden” interpretation, but I also don’t think the two are mutually exclusive. Not everything needs to be a tube-box descendant I suppose.

#rain world lore #rain world #rain world spoilers #videocult

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solarmorrigan · 4 months ago

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Deck the Halls - Spooky Scary Remix

For the @steddie-spooktober day 7 prompt: Skeleton Rated: G | Words: 682 | CW: None | Tags: established relationship, modern AU, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson is a menace Divider credit: @steddiecameraroll-graphics

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?”

“Those are skeletons.”

“They sure are.”

With an air of satisfaction, Eddie deposits the two life-size, plastic skeletons onto the couch, where they preside over the boxes of decorations sitting on the living room floor like a bony king and queen (or two kings. Or two queens. Steve guesses he can’t say for sure, since they’re skeletons).

“Eddie, it’s December,” Steve says.

“You know, your observational skills are one of the things I really love about you,” Eddie shoots back.

“Fuck off,” Steve snaps, with no real heat. “We’re supposed to be decorating for Christmas.”

“And so we shall!” Eddie claps his hands together. “Where should we start?”

“Let’s start with why there are skeletons on the couch,” Steve says, and Eddie tsks, like Steve is the one being weird.

“We’re going to decorate with them, obviously.”

“Skeletons are for Halloween, not Christmas.”

Eddie eyes Steve with that shrewd tilt to his mouth that never bodes well for Steve’s chances in an argument. “Says who?”

“Uh, everyone?”

“Oh, everyone. Is that all?” Eddie waves his hand dismissively. “You know, skeletons don’t stop existing just because it’s not October. In fact, I’ve got news for you, baby.” He steps closer to Steve, bringing his hands up to Steve’s hips and giving them a squeeze before leaning in to whisper, “there’s a skeleton inside of you right now.”

Steve scrunches his nose up in distaste. “Don’t say it like that,” he implores, and Eddie snickers.

“Too late, thought’s in your head now.” He leans in and pecks a kiss to Steve’s cheek before stepping away. “Besides, I have a plan to deal with the Christmas skeleton nay-sayers such as yourself!”

He goes to dig through the plastic shopping bags he’d come home from the store with, where Steve had only sent him to get another box of lights and some extra hooks for the gutters, not these new spooky-scary interlopers, who are still sitting on the couch, eyeing Steve with their empty sockets.

“Where did you even get these things, anyway?” Steve asks as Eddie digs.

“They were on sale, can you believe it?” Eddie says. “No one wanted the poor, bony bastards, so I brought ‘em home. Aha!”

From the depths of the rustling plastic Eddie unearths his treasure: two fur-trimmed Santa hats.

With what seems to Steve like a disproportionate amount of delight, Eddie sets about placing the hats onto the two bare, plastic skulls, tugging them around carefully and setting the pompoms at jaunty angles before he steps aside and gestures with a theatrical sweep of his arms.

“What d’you think?”

Steve blinks at two festive skeletons on the couch. What does he think?

He thinks that they only moved into this house a few months ago, and he doesn’t want anyone in the neighborhood to think they’re weird.

Which– okay, they are weird. Obviously. Everyone is going to find out. But Steve had been hoping that the idea could sort of bake in; that they’d have time to settle and become a part of the community before everyone figures it out, so they’d have a better chance of not getting frozen out. He’d had a plan.

But then again– Eddie is standing there grinning at Steve, so hopeful and pleased with himself, practically begging Steve to tag along with him on his weird little endeavor, and honestly? Steve would rather live as a socially ostracized hermit until the end of his days than make Eddie unhappy.

“I think you’d better find a good place outside to put them, and they’d better stay there, because if I wake up one morning and find out you moved one of those things outside our bedroom window, or somewhere inside the house, I’m divorcing you,” Steve says.

If anything, Eddie’s smile only grows. “I wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he says, his tone implying that he absolutely would.

All the same, Steve allows himself to be smothered with grateful kisses, and braces himself to deal with “mysteriously” moving Christmas skeletons for the rest of the season.

The things he does for love.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie-spooktober #they are in love!#but Eddie remains a menace #solar wrote #eddiesteve

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ghouldtime · 3 months ago

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Celebrating Halloween with the TF141 Men

Happy Halloween!!! 🎃👻 My absolute FAVORITE holiday so you know I had to do this because SPOOKY TIME HELL YEAH

Captain John Price

He's never really been one for it or most holidays. He's usually far too busy to celebrate them and days fly by without him realizing. They're usually something that sneak up on him, seeing as he is preoccupied most of the time and the last thing he's worried about is partying or doing something special

He only really notices it because Halloween has mainly been his busy holiday, especially for more messy missions or times when he needs Intel. In countries that celebrate it, it makes for an extremely easy get away and is a great opportunity to be less covert and more direct. Man covered in blood? Which? Everyone is, it's Halloween. People can look at a corpse and wouldn't even question it, they'll just think it's really good special effects. The screaming? Oh don't mind that, just a soundtrack :)

He's not one who exactly celebrates it in a traditional way. He never really had the time for that - for sitting down and handing out candy or dressing up. That's too much time out of his day and he usually doesn't have that luxury - nor does he feel its sensible. He's far more on the side of tricks over treating, or going to Halloween events instead of participating individually

On Halloween, it's pretty much a guarantee he's going to pull something or do a relatively harmless prank. He's got quite the sense of humor underneath his stern facade. It's usually something harmless like "Did you see the leek in the bathroom?" And as you investigate, it's a literal leek (the vegetable) and he's holding back laughter

If you try to one-up him, he'll just come back stronger next year. You'll be playing a dangerous game but it should always be expected. His team learned that the hard way. It doesn't help he can get others in on it

That doesn't mean the day is without treats. If it matters to you, he'll happily take you to a party or any Halloween themed event that you want to go to - his only thing is that he won't host those, too much clean up and headaches as far as he's concerned

He'll only dress up if you pick out the outfit. It's nothing personal, it's just not something he's particularly interested in, but he will happily oblige. He usually thinks most costumes are a bit ridiculous but what's the harm of getting in the spirit? Besides, it's very much worth it to see you smile

It's hard to get him to slow down and enjoy things like holidays, but with you by his side it feels a lot more natural. He's a stubborn man stuck in his routine of all work, little play, sometimes he needs someone to boot him out of it and get him to live a little. It's difficult yet he'll always make it worth it

No matter what you decide to do or where you go, he'll be holding your hand, keeping you close to him. His attention will always fall right back on you throughout the night, no matter what else is going on. Whether it's watching a scary movie or hanging out at a bar hosting a costume party, he'll always be turning to you

Having someone like you by his side is really what he needed to remind himself that he is human too and anchors him onto the humanity he can scarcely find some days. It's easy to forget the smaller things in life unless you have that within your reach. When his day is all weight-of-the-world stakes, he sometimes loses the smaller picture. Seeing your smile is a reminder of what and who he is fighting for, and why he must keep doing it

He'll be holding you a bit closer, his gaze lingering more so than usual, and the lines around his eyes will be that much softer as he steals yet another glance at you. Halloween might be a night of frights but the scariest thing in that moment would be spending another minute without you :)

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

It would honestly be weirder if he didn't like Halloween. He's dressed like a damn skeleton year round and you can't tell me he doesn't play into the bit (it would be absolutely hilarious though if he just dressed like a regular guy on Halloween. That's a real scare amirite)

He actually wasn't a fan of it growing up, mainly due to the association with all the frightening outfits and his brother Tommy taking the opportunity to up the ante on scaring the living daylights out of him. But now that he's reclaimed the mask and his brother has long been gone, it's a bitter sweet thing and one of the few things that actually help him remember his brother in the best way (seeing as they repaired their relationship when they were older)

Except the difference is Halloween is meant for plain ol' good scary fun. The kind where people can opt in if they want to participate. He's not looking to create traumatic experiences or give someone a bad association, he would rather not pass his own childhood on in that way

That being said, Ghost isn't one to go out and actively wander around or party. He's still his usual introverted self. No holiday will ever change that for him

He still decorates for it, he's having fun with it because it ties right into his aesthetic. Spookiness is literally in his name. He will mainly decorate with skeletons and skeletal animals doing goofy things - it's different each year. The cowboy skeletons were a hit, as was the undead petting zoo, full of those anatomically incorrect skeletons

Yes, all the skeletons DO have names. And yes, they're all puns - he finds them humerus ;)

His ideal Halloween is more of a classic night in. He will still dress up to hand out candy, but also he is spending most of it by your side for a slasher movie marathon. Spending time with those he values on arguably his favorite holiday is his preferred way to celebrate

And yes, he usually will dress to match the part. Most years his costumes are reflective of said slashers or notorious movie killers. He has the right build and stature to make for an utterly killer Jason, Mike Myers, Ghostface - you name it, he probably has a costume for it

He personally loves old slashers because of how bad most of them are, they have a sort of nostalgia to them that he likes. If you're not able to watch those or are too squeamish, he will happily put on other genres of Halloween movies

Anything stop motion is usually fair game! But if you'd rather watch a TV show instead, he won't contest. The Twilight Zone is a classic series OR you can even watch those Halloween baking shows

He will get ridiculously invested in them if you do. Prepare to watch the entire season that night if you make that choice, and he WILL have commentary (Lemon curd? Really? Everyone knows raspberry pairs better with it and it's Halloween themed. Why aren't you making it bloody??)

Usually he isn't much of a candy eater, but he naturally has a fair Halloween stock so feel free to swipe some if you're feeling up for it. He's more of a baked sweets kind of guy, which he has absolutely made SURE to stockpile with other snacks and drinks for your movie marathon. Naturally he makes sure to have your favorites there too, that goes without saying

You won't have to get up to answer the door if you don't want to, he will happily do it. He is, however, never going to be the person to just leave the bowl outside. Halloween being his favorite holiday means he IS participating to some degree. It brings him happy memories. He usually isn't gone for too long, though. After all, he can't miss his favorite scenes (or his favorite person for too long )

Expect to spend most of the night bundled under a fluffy skeletal patterned fleece with all the movies (or shows) you pick all that much more interesting with his commentary, his arm around you. He won't mind if you fall asleep like that or hide into him if it gets scary - don't worry, he's the only ghost you'll have to worry about

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

If you want someone to have fun with and truly celebrate, he is absolutely your guy. He loves Halloween, mainly because it's a great community holiday and is one of the few that's not centered on familial stuff or love alone

Not to mention, he has good memories of Halloween growing up. He remembers being a kid once, wanting to dress up and be his favorite super heroes and the fun that came with it. He wants to be one of those people who absolutely made kids' nights with a generous bounty of candy, the same way that others did for him

He prefers decorating with a more retro vibe. Modern decorations just don't cut it for him and he feels they don't have the same magic. Call him particular but he finds far more charm in the older decor than the new cheap stuff. Anyone can get the newest trendy thing but that display? All vintage (he's got great taste)

He is ALSO the one who has the king size candy bars and the GOOD stuff. He's also considerate - he accounts for kids with peanut allergies and has a trinket bowl they can pick something from if they can't have candy or just want something a bit different!

He absolutely lives for seeing all of the costumes and the creativity that goes into them. He's already looked up the hottest outfits and media so he can know just how to compliment them to make them smile.

He's 110% enlisting your help to pass out the candy and to keep things going. He needs someone to keep him company through the chillier part of the night and someone to talk to, not to mention - he needs a distraction

It's trick or treating - what would it be without a bit of a trick? Granted, he waits til the later part of the night when the older kids are roaming and darkness has fallen. He loves laying in wait in a ghillie suit. No one sees him until it's too late and he's popping up, scaring the living daylights out of them

He's in his element there. Stealth, using his great sense of humor, and having fun? Yeah, he's having a great time. And he'll make sure you are too. You're welcome to join him in his endeavors. He's got a second suit somewhere - you can both surprise those who try and swipe a whole candy bowl they think was left unattended

Needless to say, they learn their lesson fast. It takes everything in him to hold it together and keep a stern face as they slink off. The second they round the corner, he's cracking up. Works every single time - and he changes locations and tactics each year, good luck

He's got enough candy to go around and in the quiet moments, help yourself, he'll enjoy some right by your side too. Have to keep fueled up for the night ahead. He'll make sure you're staying warm (or cool, if the climate happens to be miserable this time of year) and will be happily tell you scary stories if you feel so inclined to listen. He has plenty in store that he learned from when his siblings were little - and ones his older brother told him too

There's many things that can haunt you in this world, and before the night is up you'll be adding his laugh or the warmth of his hands adjusting your costume, letting his touch linger for a bit longer than normal - in the best way, of course ;)

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

Contrary to popular belief, holidays or celebrating them aren't particularly his thing. Like Price, he's usually quite work focused and can be a bit too absorbed in it for his own good. He didn't become the youngest member of TF141 for nothing, this man has dedication

He's still very much learning the balance between work life and personal, it's a thin line he tends to forget about because of how driven he is. Usually all he needs is someone to instigate, maybe distract, and get the ball rolling. He'll be all for it after a nudge in the right way

Like anything he does though, when he commits he COMMITS. He's going all out. He's particularly fond of the artistic aspect of most costumes and having fun with it. It's the one time of year you can wear nearly whatever you want and no one will (particularly) judge you for it

If you want to do a couples costume or duo's costume, he's your man. He's pulling out all the stops for it. He's actually got a decent eye for the arts and he CAN sew. It's a practical skill and it's made him plenty of friends (especially with those who are a bit too big for their uniforms, or who are accident prone and seem to wear holes into their gear like it's their job)

Just say the word or idea and he'll be right on it, looking into inspiration and doing what he can to put it together. He'll even do the SFX makeup if you want (he's seen enough gore that he'll be able to get it right, trust him on that)

If you go to any event, you'll probably win the costume contest. He's putting in all the details he can. Or he can keep it low-key, if you'd rather not have the attention and just want to have fun. Either way, he'll be matching your energy and vibe

He's not really going to want to spend the night passing out candy alone. Sure, you can do some of that - but it only comes once a year. Why not take advantage of the spookiness and the ambiance of the holiday? He'll be the one who would rather attend things like haunted houses, even if they are ineffective against him - he'll spot most scares from a mile away. At least it's fun to see them try, most times he'll just stand and stare or even laugh if they try really hard. Luckily, it means he'll protect you

Another option is ghost hunting, and he doesn't just mean chasing after ghost. He's all for ghost tours or going to abandoned places to see what all the fuss is about. Don't worry, he can keep you safe. He knows how ghosts work, after all, he works WITH one. It might be eerie but it'll be a Halloween you won't forget

If you really, really don't want to go - he'll settle for one of those fright nights that they have at some amusement parks or other local places where you can opt out of the scares. As long as he gets to do something with you and have fun while the night lasts, he'll be happy to do it

The night will likely end with you both nearly passed out on the couch, costumes half thrown off as you sprawl over each other, with some B-grade cheesy horror movie running in the background. Though you're both so tired after all you did so it doesn't really matter what's on or what monster or ghost they're talking about. After the night you've had, you're the only boo he cares about

BONUS

König

For some context, he never grew up WITH Halloween. As in, it wasn't really celebrated or much of a thing in his hometown, aside from maybe a few gimmicky commercial things. With him being so far away from others and growing up in a rural community, it wasn't ever really a choice. His parents certainly weren't participating nor would he

He was made aware of it in school but it never particularly appealed to him or was an idea that crossed his mind. He simply shrugged it off most years or downright ignored it. He didn't see why it would be something he would celebrate or participate in himself - interacting with strangers and loud children to give them candy? No thank you. That was until you came around.

Truth be told, he didn't really exactly see the appeal of Halloween. He's surrounded by death, skeletons, and gloom all day - why would he want more of that? Plus, children these days have too much candy, all that processed crap can't be good for them. He's someone who has to be convinced and have it shown from a different point of view. Such as the aspect of being able to be whatever you want to be for a night and not having others judge you for it, but rather encouraging it

Now THAT appeals to him. Despite the fact he's got his social anxiety under control in an iron clad grasp, the trauma of his childhood and being targeted for being different - for simply being himself still have lingering effects to this day. The idea of potentially being accept for just being himself is still something he struggles with and is part of why he's so closed off. Having an entire holiday where people can be who they want, dress up like who they want to be, and have fun with it is greatly appealing

He'll take some time to get used to it but you'll have to get him out there for him to truly feel the spirit(s) of it. He's someone who needs some push when it comes to social things or holiday events to get out of his comfort zone. Just get him to wear a mask (easy, seeing as he does that all day when he's at work), throw on a jacket, and take him out by the hand and show him the wonderful things of it and he WILL warm up

Seeing all the kids having actually happy childhood moments, laughing and running with their peers in ways he could have only dreamed of when he was their age, softens something inside of him

And it only works more when they don't look at him in fear or cower but rather in awe, because he's a big guy - he knows it. And in a costume of any kind, he blends right in and is JUST who kids want to see on Halloween

The blow that finally struck through right to his heart was when you took him by the hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze as you walked with him down the street to take a look at all the decorated houses as trick or treaters ran about. The warmth he felt wasn't just from you being tucked against his side, but rather deep within as you smiled up at him and asked what he would like to be next year. It's not from you being physically there with him alone, it's from the fact you cared enough to BE with him and to show him what he was missing far beyond the surface level alone. It's the fact you even bothered to try and the fact you cared about him enough to try and bring him some joy in a usually bleak world

That's all he needs to hear to already be planning it out in his head as his face flushes. Thank goodness he's wearing the mask. He certainly doesn't know himself but he does know one thing - it's going to be a couples costume. And he's going to be celebrating with you :)

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felixbit · 4 months ago

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decorating

── flufftober day eleven, masterlist tbd lee know x gn!reader, w. 1.1k

As things began to pick up, it was very clear decorating was in order. Both you and Minho had been busy with other things that making the place look festive for Halloween had gone onto the back burner for a while.

So, you’d asked Minho on your first day you both had off together if you could do a full day of shopping and decorating. He was pretty enthusiastic about wanting to decorate, although it didn’t seem like his style. Either way, you piled into the car with a destination and a plethora of ideas in your head.

Once you’d arrived at the store, you made a beeline for the Halloween decorations and found multiple people already perusing. Minho got distracted pretty fast while you looked through every aisle, getting a quick idea of everything they had around.

By the time you’d gone through looking at everything, you found Minho kneeling down and holding something in his hand. Tapping him on the shoulder, he looked up at you with stars in his eyes, holding what was in his palm up for you to see.

It was a skeleton cat decoration. Minho was grinning profusely. “Do you like it?” He asked.

“Why am I not surprised?” You chuckled, nodding your head, “I love it.”

“So, we can..” Minho looked sheepishly at the rest of the cat decorations that had seemed to all be grouped together in one spot.

Sighing, you nodded. “Go wild.. I’ll be back, there’s other things we need to get. Just put stuff in the basket and I’ll check back and make sure you haven’t gone mad picking out cat stuff.”

Minho looked like a kid in a candy store for the few seconds you saw him looking through all of the spooky cats, but you had to pry your eyes from your overexcited boyfriend. Your attention turned back to the task at hand: pick out some items that you could put around the apartment.

Your haul ended up being not too significant, but enough that you knew you could put at least two or three things in every room while making room for whatever Minho had in store.

When you checked back, you were shocked but not surprised to see the basket filled with cat decor. He’d even gone so far as to slip away to grab some cat-themed Halloween cookies and put them on top of the rest. Sighing and shaking your head, you looked at Minho whose attention was still taken by the shelves. “Wow.”

Whipping his head towards you, Minho looked around a little nervous. “You said.. go wild.”

“And that you did, Min, that you did.” You said in disbelief as you looked at the plethora of things he’d collected. “Can I convince you to stop before you grab anything else?”

Another cat item was in his hand, but he slowly placed it back down on the shelf where he found it. “Do you think we have enough?”

“Maybe, but we can always come back later if you think we need more,” You gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, and he nodded.

Minho looked a little dejected as you finally began to walk to the register to check out. The cashier luckily complimented the two of you on your collection of cat-themed items, and that brought Minho’s smile back. He gave a small ‘thank you’ before you paid and left the store.

As you put your things in the car and climbed back into the passenger seat, you turned to your boyfriend. “So, you ready to finally decorate? The apartment has looked far too dull for how far we are into October.”

“Yeah, I think we need to give it a little life,” Minho agreed as he started the car, pulling out of his parking spot and beginning the trip home.

The car ride was nice and peaceful, getting to look at all the leaves that had begun to change color and fall onto the sidewalks, bringing out a new color to the otherwise gray walkways.

The drive wasn’t all that far, but it was a bit of a challenge bringing up all of the decorations you and Minho had picked out. They had to separate them into quite a few bags just to make sure they didn’t break on the way home, so it took a few trips up and down to the car to get them all into the apartment.

Once you had finally gotten everything sorted and gotten settled in, you and Minho began to sort the decorations out and set them in groups. There were a surprising variety of cats that made it into more groups than you expected, but there were no complaints on your end.

That task didn’t take too long, and then the two of you got to planning out which room got what. This took a bit of bickering and compromise, but you got through it. Minho had decided almost all of the decorations going into the bedroom had to be cat-related.

You’d begun to set up the decorations with Minho when one of your actual cats walked in, which stole Minho’s attention. You’d hardly thought about it until you heard a small yell from Minho and turned around to see the commotion.

He held the skeleton cat decoration, the first one he’d found, in his hand and had begun to scold the cat. You walked over, giving the cat some pets and looking at Minho curiously.

“What did Soonie do, honey?” You asked, picking your cat up in your arms.

Minho scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Tried to knock this over and break it! I was surprised I even caught it..”

You gave Soonie a few more pats before setting him down on the bed, where he promptly laid himself down into a loaf. “Well, he certainly looks sorry for almost breaking his cat brethren.”

The rest of the decorating process sped up, the vision becoming clear between the two of you. It had only taken another hour and a half before you put on the final touches. You’d done a full walk through with Minho, who seemed content with how it all turned out.

Minho decided to celebrate by bringing out the cat cookies to eat. They turned out to be very sweet, only able to eat one each before you retired back to your room.

You and Minho found all three cats on your bed, sighing at your space being occupied by your pets. “So.. do you want to watch a movie on the couch?” You asked.

“Mm. I can pick something out.” He nodded.

“Alright, I’ll light that candle we got. Could you grab a blanket?”

“Yep.”

#lee know #lee minho #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know skz #minho skz #stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fic #drabbles #flufftober

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stardustpr1ncess · 10 months ago

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Bonzle is 100% without a shadow of a doubt a trans allegory. People have been trying their best to say Sora isn't transcoded, but Bonzle is 2 scenes away from looking at the camera and saying "Hello. I'm a trans allegory." I shall now go into detail on every piece of evidence for this claim because fuck you.

EPISODE 5: Bonzle is afraid of how her found family will react to learning she's a spell (trans) and worries she will be rejected because of it. Easy parallel to trans people being afraid of revealing they're trans post transition. There's also her conversation with Bitch Boy Master Wu, with her saying she feels great loneliness, and only after gaining a physical form (transitioning) she feels happy and her true self. Very common trans experience. Gonna also put all of the quotes for my evidence as well since I know there's transphobes (filth) that like Ninjago and will be scrambling to deny it when people start coming to this conclusion too.

"Bonzle: I-- I was afraid of what you'd think if you knew about my past... Wu: It's called loneliness... Bonzle: I feel like, for the first time ever, I've become who I was destined to be... Bonzle: I was afraid if you found out I wasn't a real person, you wouldn't want me to be in our family anymore."

EPISODE 6: Bonzle is apprehensive about meeting with Gandalaria, seeing as how she's only known Bonzle as a spell, aka pre transition. She worries if she will respect her identity, much like how actual trans people fear how their family, more specifically a parental figure, would react. Bit of a light episode but an important aspect, here's the quotes;

"Bonzle: The Sorceress. She only knows me as a spell. What if she doesn't believe in me as a real person?"

EPISODE 7: This episode is the sauce. Bonzle is reunited with Gandalaria and their conversation is nothing short of magical. Gandalaria immediately recognizes Bonzle, saying she was her greatest creation and had always hoped she'd come home, shattering Bonzle's fears. It's a fantastic contrast, showing how this interaction can go well for some people, while others get an interaction much more akin to Sora's parents. When she's informed of Bonzle's chosen name, Gandalaria immediately starts using it, saying it's a great name. However, for that juicy authenticity, Gandalaria accidentally says spell before quickly correcting herself saying Bonzle. IT'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING OBVIOUS BONZLE'S BONES MIGHT AS WELL BE BLUE PINK AND WHITE. Oh yeah, here's the paragraph of quotes;

"Gandalaria: It's you! My dearest! You've come home! Bonzle: You... You recognize me? Even in my boney physical form? Gandalaria: Oh, I would know your true essence anywhere. Bonzle: I was so afraid you wouldn't accept me for who I am now. Gandalaria Are you kidding? I put my heart, my soul into every spell I weave... The most complex spell I've ever woven, and the first of my creations to ever come back to me!.. Bonzle: I'm Bonzle. That's the name I chose when I became a person. Gandalaria: Well, that's a splendid name... If this Ras times it right, he could reverse the power spell-- uh, Bonzle here--."

EPISODE 9: This episodes importance comes from Jordana, who acts EXACTLY how transphobes do. She constantly calls her a spell (some sort of derogatory term), says she's playing person (like pretending to be a girl), and says she's helping her do what she was made for, like transphobes very creepy beliefs in reproduction. Literally you half expect Jordana to ask which bathroom Bonzle uses since she was a spell. THE QUOTES;

"Jordana: Settle down, spell. I don't know what you think you've been doing, playing person with your fake family, but I know your true purpose... You should thank us. We're helping you to do what you were created to do."

In conclusion the silly lego skeleton girl is one of them spooky transgenders. Lmk if there's anything I missed. Thank you for reading.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #lego ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #dragons rising season 2 #ninjago spoilers #dragons rising spoilers #ninjago bonzle #ninjago Gandalaria #ninjago sora

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cuppajoel · 4 months ago

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Couple's Costume |Javier Peña x f!reader one shot

'Couple's Costume' | Javier Peña x f!reader one shot

for @goodwithcheese and @jolapeno 's fall challenge

prompt: Peña pumpkin latte & masked strangers party (I took liberties)

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Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Summary: Your sister is throwing a halloween party and you're invited last minute. When you turn up you realise everyone is in couple's costumes and you are the only one who's not- or are you? w/c: 1.7k Content Warnings: Language, drinking, MDNI (18+ only) no smut, kinda cheesy at the end? f!reader isn't described in a lot of detail, shorter than Javi, has an ass, flirting, alluding to smoking. no use of y/n. A/N: Heyyy, this is my first time taking part in a challenge and I really enjoyed it. I've also been loving reading everyone else's submissions! Please like, comment, and rb. It gives me a fuzzy feeling. :)) I have fallen in love with Javi thanks to @goodwithcheese so wanted to show my blossoming love for you and him. <333

“Uh-huh…okay, yeah sure-” you responded, your shoulder nudging the slipping phone receiver upwards to align with you ear again. Your hands were a little pre-occupied mixing the chocolate chips and candycorn into your sugar cookie mix.

“Honestly, it’ll be a lot of fun!” your elder sister responded, over compensating from the lack of enthusiasm. Your eyes couldn’t help roll from the direction of her voice in your ear. “You were coming ‘round anyway to drop off the cookies…and it would be saving my ass so the numbers stay even.” she put on her sweet voice, the one she knew you couldn’t say ‘no’ to.

“I don’t have a costume” you said through a sigh, putting the cookie batter mix into the refrigerator to chill.

“Don’t worry about it…just pull something from your closet. It’s gonna be super chill…” your sister said nonchalantly.

You leaned with your back against the kitchen counter, red heels crossed around one another in front of you with a red solo cup to match. Only your sister would make you source a last minute costume that consisted of wet-look black skinny jeans that were practically spray-painted on, and an off the shoulder black bodysuit that you purchased when you were a freshman in college.

Your “Hi, I’m Sandy” name tag was stuck to your hip, lowered as you were feeling embarrassed that you even had to wear it. Looking over to the kitchen island in front of you, you admired the Halloween cookies you had made earlier from the sea of other spooky-themed snacks brought by the other pairs of party goers.

“Could you at least try and get into it a little bit?” Your sister said, returning one of the now empty skull-shaped bowls from the living room and filling it right back up with the family-sized bag of chips.

You turned around to face the array of liquor bottles behind you, picking one with amber-coloured liquid and glugged it into your cup. “Oh I’m into it…” As the cup filled to two-thirds of the way, you topped it up with something sweet and bubbly before turning back around and holding the cup up to your sister in a silent ‘cheers’. “Although I’d be into it a little more if you’d given me the heads up that it was a couples costume party.” You said taking three rapid gulps of your concoction before screwing up your eyes and shaking your head.

When you’d first arrived at your sister’s house the party was well underway. Knowing that your knocking wouldn’t be heard over the sound system that was in the living room, you let yourself in, tray of warm cookies in hand. As you entered the hallway, your sister’s superior decorating skills were evident. Cobwebs hung lowly above your head with black, plastic spiders embedded evenly across them. A skeleton, wrapped in toilet paper, sat on the bottom step of the wooden staircase with a plastic orange pumpkin in its lap full of various fun-size candy bars. You walked through to the living room, ‘The Monster Mash’ acting as your soundtrack as you were greeted by your fellow party go-ers, Barbie, and Ken, Homer and Marge Simpson, Bert and Ernie.

Walking further through the house to the kitchen, the small light projector bounced from wall to wall, switching from shadows of bats and gravestones to pumpkins and witches brooms, a layer of fog gathered at your ankles. You hummed to yourself, impressed at how much was put into the aesthetics of the evening. As you crossed the threshold of the kitchen you were greeted by Morticia and Gomez, your sister and her husband.

“SANDY…” the world’s worst John Travolta impersonation came flying at you from none other than Gomez Adams. You pushed passed the man in the doorway with a sigh and shake of the head. “Aw c’monnnn… the least you could do is get into character…” your newly-moustached brother in law teased as you set the cookies on the counter. Before your sister turned to greet you, you noticed she was talking to Fred and Velma Flintstone; Shaggy and Scooby Doo were helping themselves to the punch bowl.

It clicked. Not one person here was here alone. All pushed together by their costumes characters. Your sister turned, hearing the cogs of your brain clunking. Your stare turned to ice as her eyes met yours. “Those look amazing… you look amazing!” She said pulling you into a tight hug- one that wasn’t reciprocated.

“You owe me, big time…” you said, stiffening your muscles under her touch. She’d secretly organised it all, you’d realised. When stressing earlier about your costume she knew exactly what to suggest down to the details of your makeup. You didn’t even really get her vision until she said to do your hair ‘exactly like moms in the wedding pictures’, it was all a scheme.

“I promise, you aren’t the only single one here…” she started, stepping back to see you fully before grabbing one of your hands that had fallen. “Most of the people coming are already in their couple’s costumes but others are here alone and I thought it’d be fun to suggest some costume ideas so that maybe you could meet your Danny…” your sister buzzed with excitement.

“Yeah, Javi-” your sister elbowed her husband directly in the ribs. “Danny… will love your outfit…” he said, spluttering over the rim of his drink.

Javi found himself in between Tarzan and Jane, not knowing where to look, both of them sticking true to the minimal clothing of the Jungle. He stared into the red solo cup that got thrust into his hand as he entered the party, the golden liquid depleting quickly as his lips and cheeks began to buzz- the safe choice, he thought.

“…so wha’s your costume?” Jane asked him, her breath uncomfortably close and hot in his ear and her eyes getting the familiar sparkle from booze. Her eyes raked up and down him a few times, which in the presence of Tarzan made the hairs on Javi’s neck prick. He wore his signature blue Levi’s, a slim-fit white T-shirt and a black leather jacket that he hadn’t yet had the chance to take off.

Before he could answer, he felt a very subtle tap tap tap tap against the leather of his boot. Reaching forward, he picked up the ping pong ball in between his pointer finger and thumb, turning it to look at the illustrated ghost features that someone had drawn on.

“God. Sorry!” you called out from the far end of the dining room, your features curling on themselves lightly as you squint to see where the ball had gone. You brought your hand up over your brow as if searching the uncharted sea for the small plastic ball.

Looking up at your voice, Javier couldn’t help but chuckle at your poor aim at the pyramid of red cups before you. Without a word to Tarzan and Jane, he stood up from the couch to return the ball to its poor shot of an owner.

You met halfway at the threshold of the open-plan living room-diner. As you approached one another the height difference was the first thing you noticed. You had to look up to meet the eyes of the leather-jacket-wearing rescuer of your ball. He held the ball out towards you, still only gripped with his two fingers. “You know, I think the point is to get the ball into the cup…” he said, dipping his head slightly, bringing his mouth closer to your ear to be heard over the music. He smelled like cigarettes and something warm like leather. As he pulled back to reach your gaze again, he held the ball still with his fingers, even as you had begun to hover your hands over his to receive it. His eyes had a slight glitter to them as he looked at you up and down and up again, his gaze stuck on the name tag on your hip. “…Sandy?” Javi allowed himself to look at your costume in great detail. Were your jeans wet? Or did you have to be sewn into them? The material showing the fullness of your hips and waist and leaving little to the imagination. He said, finally dropping his grip on the plastic for it to fall into your hands.

“Ahhhh, that’s where I’ve been going wrong…” you said, a front for your bad aim. The game of beer pong already resuming without you. “What’s your costume?” you asked tilting your head to the side, your arm bumping on the wall next to you. Javi had automatically brought himself closer to you again, using the loudness of the room as an excuse.

“What do you think my costume is?”

You permitted yourself to examine him in the same way that he had done to you moments before. Everything about his outfit was exact to him. It didn’t look like a Halloween costume- probably something from his closet like yours had been. You squint your eyes again, the alcohol dulling your vision slightly. “Danny?” Your voice is small, questioning, and hopeful as your tongue passes your lips slowly, dampening them slightly, forgetting about your ruby-red lipstick.

Javi’s eyes fall to the bright red target being highlighted to him, showing the whiteness of your teeth and the fullness of your lips. “Would you be disappointed if I’d told you I’ve never seen the movie?” He says genuinely, his eyes only looking away from your lips after he’d asked the question.

Your eyes trickle up over his neck, the slight bob of his Adam’s apple as he waits for your response. His sharp, carved jaw twinges slightly as a smirk passes his lips, he’s looking at you looking at him. Your gaze travels up and up, resting on the cigarette that has been delicately placed on the hinge of his ear, for later clearly.

The alcohol must’ve really been working as you softly, slowly reach for it putting the filter between your lips and finally looking up into his eyes. They look somehow darker than they did seconds ago. “Want me to tell you about it, stud?”

#rae is writing again ; ;#fic!couplescostume #Javier Peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena narcos #narcos tv show #narcos fanfiction #javier pena fanfiction

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oneforthemunny · 1 year ago

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I'd imagine that every time Halloween rolls around, Rockstar!Eddie and Nepo Baby are on the cover of at least one magazine with a spooky Halloween photoshoot. I'm seeing a werewolf eating (out) a fair maiden. Or a pregnant Nepo Baby tied to a table and a Rockstar!Eddie getting ready to sacrifice her. Or them recreating a scene from the biggest horror movie of the year.

Only over the years, as the kids accumulate, it goes from Playboy to Parade. And instead of tits with fang punctures, you've got a line of tots in skeleton pajamas.

(This was originally meant to be a blurb prompt and I got carried away so now I think it's more just a Spooky Thought I had to share with you. Whatever, Happy First Day of Fall! 😂)

oneforthemunny's spooky stories: rockstar!eddie x reader's time warp

or how halloween looks through the years for rockstar!eddie and nepo baby!reader :) ps pics below are for inspo that i used not specific more of just how the photos looked or what the idea was based off of!

October 31st, 1992

“Look at you.” Eddie grinned, dimples and shining eyes when they rolled over your frame. “My bride.”

That you were, both in and out of costume. It was the only recognizable part of yourself right now, your engagement ring. Your skin had been tinged a pale green, the SFX artist made your ‘gashes’ and ‘stitches’ look far too real for your liking. Tonight, you were the bride of Frankenstein, instead of Munson.

“Look at you.” You pouted, eyes rolling over his costume. Not Frankenstein, but… a vampire? “What-What are you wearing?” You huff, throwing an arm out at his costume. “We’re supposed to be Frankenstein and-”

“-Technically, it’s Frankenstein’s monster.” Eddie grinned, fake fangs making his smile more sinister looking. “I had a last minute change. Dracula and Bride of Frankenstein together? That’s scandalous. So much better, baby, believe me. No one’s done this before.”

You rolled your eyes, shifting the torn white dress to cover yourself. “When did you change your mind? While I was in makeup for six hours?”

Eddie laughed, hands running down your skin. “I like your hair.” He muttered. “Think you should do this more often. Pretty metal look for you, baby.”

“Yeah?” You hum, running a hand lightly over the electrified updo. “Too bad it’s a wig. Maybe I’ll keep it. Put it in the dungeon for you, when you want to get really weird and freaky.”

“I always wanna get really weird and freaky with you.” Eddie growled, a low rasp in his tone that had your knees shaking. His lips ducked down towards yours, the fake blood around his mouth making your stomach turn.

“No,” You shake your head. “Get these pictures first, then you can kiss me. I’m not sitting in makeup again, Munson, my ass was falling asleep. I was sitting there for so long.”

“I can help you with that.” Eddie growled, a playful smack to your barely covered backside that had you shrilling, glaring at him through white contacts.

October 31st, 1993

“You can barely even see the bump.” You huff, cradling your bare stomach in the mirror. “It just looks like I’m bloated.”

“You’re out of your mind.” Eddie shook his head, inked hands cradling your torso. “You look so pretty.”

Your lips settle in a pout, turning to the side, pushing your stomach out further in the pink, frilly lingerie from the 60’s. The sheer robe tied at your collarbones, flowing over your frame beautifully, parting so your belly could poke out. It wasn’t the pregnancy announcement you expected to have, but a fun one, regardless. One that would leave a shocking impression when it was sent to the press.

Eddie’s ‘costume’ hung around his waist, arms crossed over his bare, tattooed chest. You grinned at the green, scaly suit- designed to subtly resemble Creature From The Black Lagoon’s monster.

You smirked to yourself, looking at Eddie through the mirror. “My parents are going to hate this.” You grin, nearly proud. It made Eddie’s heart skip.

“Good.” Eddie snorted with an eye roll. “Not their baby. Not their choice.” He shrugged, hands roaming protectively over your soft, stretched skin. “Victor shouldn’t hate it too much, right? It’s a movie reference, at least.”

You laughed lightly. “True, and I’m… more covered than last time, right?” You grin, smoothing your hand over your exposed skin.

“Definitely, much more reserved than last time.” Eddie grinned, chin hooking over your shoulder. “We have to be more appropriate, Button, now that we’re going to be parents.” Eddie mocked your father’s posh, droning tone, quoting what Victor nagged about over the last brunch you had together- a month ago when you told them you were expecting.

Eddie’s lips pursed at the pinch still unfaltering in your brows, hands still smoothing over your belly. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie rasped, hand cradling your jaw gently, pulling your eyes to meet his. Those soft eyes that made your heart skip a beat every time you found yourself in their gaze.

“Fuck ‘em, alright? This isn’t their baby, it’s our baby.” Eddie muttered. “You wanna do this? We don’t have to. I’ll tell them all to go fuck off if you want me to. Or we can do something different. Do the Mummy things if you want to. Just say the word. Your call-”

“Ed.” The smile he’d been looking for graced your face finally. “I still want to do the photos. I’m just… I’m having a moment. I’m hormonal, and-and I’m just having a moment.”

Eddie grinned, plush lips pressing a kiss to your nose. “Have a moment. You look hot, though.”

“Thanks.” You muttered, eyes fluttering to look up at him through the strip of false lashes. “Not bloated?”

Eddie snorted. “Definitely not. Very pregnant. Very, very hot.”

October 31st, 1994

“Ed, is she looking?” You say through a smile, eyes still trained on the camera.

“No, she keeps looking at you.” Eddie huffed, lowering the camera. “Looking at your webs.”

No crew this time, oh no, Eddie wanted to do it all on his own. The set up wasn’t elaborate, but your costume was. The Black Widow, finished with webs that attached to your dress, hung around you for the perfect dramatic effect Eddie was looking for. In your arms, your little itsy bitsy spider, Persephone.

“Sephy,” Eddie cooed. “Fuck, babe, where’s the rattle thing? The lamb?”

“I grabbed it. Look behind you.” You nodded, cradling Persephone closely, her little hands reaching for you and pulling the fake spider arms with her. “You’re just a pretty little spider, aren’t you? The cutest little spider!”

“Found it!” The camera bounced on Eddie’s chest, shooting you a dimpled grin that had you flushing. “Look at me, Sephy! Look at Daddy!”

You fixed her in your arms, cradling her to your side. “Is she looking?”

“Yes, she is!” Eddie lilted in that babbling baby talk that had your heart swelling. “Look at my little spider. That’s so good, look at Daddy!”

“You sure you don’t want to be in this one?” You asked, hoisting Sephy up higher into your arms, swaying her lightly.

“Nah,” Eddie shook his head, looking down at the camera, pulling out the film. “Just wanna look at you, baby.” He winked.

October 31st, 1999

“Kensie,” You coo, looking down at the red faced four year old, desperately trying to keep her from tearing off her ears, two fuzzy clips that mimicked a cute werewolf. “We just need to take a couple of photos, and then we can change and go Trick-or-Treating, I promise.”

“I wanna go no-o-ow!” Kensie wailed, a piercing sob that had you cringing, the twins stirring in their black bassinet prop.

“Kensington,” Eddie grit, adjusting Persephone’s cape. “Trick-or-Treating hasn’t even started. There’s nothing out there right now. No candy.”

You glared at him lightly, though Kensie’s sniffles did ease. “No?” She asked, head tilting to the side sweetly.

Eddie shook his head, green painted frown softening lightly. “No, baby. Doesn’t start until six. We have plenty of time.”

“Better quit frowning, baby.” You hum, tapping your finger on Eddie’s creasing forehead paint.

This year's theme was a take on the classic, creepy show from the 60’s. What better way to celebrate your still growing family than this? Everyone else was favoring the Addams Family this year, but not the Munson’s- Munster’s.

“Are you ready, Mrs. Munson?” Phil asked, looking up from his camera at you.

You nodded, fixing your dress while you stood next to Eddie, one hand on the bassinet. “You think they can tell?” You grit through your smile, your dress snug when you turn towards him.

“No.” Eddie gritted back, eyes flickering down to your abdomen, just starting to swell with baby number five. “You look good, baby, always do.”

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h2llish · 3 months ago

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⁀➷ ˖ spooky, scary, probably

notes ─── happy halloween i guess. i was hit by a wave of inspiration and wrote this in like an hour.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR | VIL SCHOENHEIT ─ you want to really lean into the "spooky" of spooky season.

warnings ☆ fluff? (or perhaps crack? it's silly and short), read platonic or romantic, gender neutral, lowercase intended, reader may or may not be yuu

"hey, can you help me with something?"

leona would often times tell you to get lost, to leave him alone and let him sleep. but after peeking an eye open to look at you, that wasn't what came out of his mouth ─ "what are you wearing?"

"it's my costume." you answered simply, glancing down at the clothes that look like you took a pair of scissors and tore at it until it looked shredded and unwearable. (and that's exactly what you did, sort of; it was already old and worn, you just made it even more so with a few extra aggressive tears.)

leona sent you a questioning look, lips curled up in a mamner you knew meant he was judging you, but you weren't all that bothered. "what are you supposed to be?" ─ he didn't let you answer as he sat up and examined you from where you stood at his door, following up the question with another ─ "and what is on your face?"

you knew he was talking about the makeup made to look like gauges and blotches in your face to really sell your role in your costume. it was well done too, you had gotten help from someone you deemed an expert beforehand. it took a while before you made a decison on the look, but in the end, you were happy with the results.

you stared at leona for a moment, waiting to see if he'd ask anything more, and then you answered, "i'm like a zombie. and it's makeup. vil helped me. he's pretty good at it, actually."

leona stared at you, more bemused as he eyed your diy costume from head to toe, "you look ridiculous."

"i look great," you corrected him, as if that's really what he meant, "you think it'll scare people? i was hoping to spook the others, or at least some of them."

leona scoffed, but chose not to comment on your decision to scare your peers as he referred to the reason you came to see him, "what do you want?"

"oh, right," you held up a decently sized bottle of red, what looked like, paint. "i need you to help cover me im this fake blood."

"i take it back, you're ridiculous."

"rude. so yes or no?"

"fine. but not in here."

vil has learned that when you set your mind to things ─ ridiculous as they may be ─ you tried hard to fulfill them. sometimes you failed but, then there times you went through with them, completed your self-given mission.

he was used to hearing about these ideas you just had to go through with (your words). ─ like right now.

"so skeletons are scary right?"

vil glanced at you as you took a seat beside him on the bench, looking to be deep in thought. (and he had to stop himself from sighing.)

"what?" he asked, closing the script he was reading (one written by you for his film research club) with his thumb in between the pages.

"skeletons," you repeated, "they're common for halloween because they're scary, right?"

a rhetorical question, he realized ─ but he answered anyway. "yes. that's right."

you nodded thoughtfully and hummed, bringing a hand to your chin and going silent. vil prepared himself for anything you might say ─ and he knew it would likely be ridiculous, because that's what your ideas often were; ridiculous and lacking sense, but nonetheless, in a way, thought through.

"what about, if it was the muscles?"

"the," he paused, "the muscles?" ─ he asked, as if to be sure he heard you right.

"yeah," you nodded, your face showing just how serious you were in your words, and vil wondered just where you were going with this. "like skeletons are pretty scary. but what if, say, you suddenly just see fully intact human muscles coming towards you. wouldn't that freak you out?"

vil asks himself often where you come to think of such things, and yet, he still does not know. ─ "well, i suppose it would."

you nodded again, "i think i could make it work. with a little help from magic and makeup, i'm sure i could pull off a convincing costume."

of course that's where this was going ─ you were going to dress up as the muscles in the human body, just like one would when dressing up as a skeleton.

"you think you could help me?"

vil sighed, "alright."

─ it's never a dull moment with you, he thinks.

do not repost, translate, copy, or run my writing through ai.

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chelseeebe · 3 months ago

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trick or treat

18+. mdni. no smut but my blog is 18+.

day six of spooky week and reader bravely offers to take the party trick or treating, finding an unlikely guest along the way

a/n: six days of consistent posting has actually made me lose brain cells.. i don’t like this as much as i wanted to but i’m sticking to my guns and posting anyway. i’m not sure if tomorrow’s will make it up in time but i’m going to try my absolute hardest <3

☾⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~

knuckles wrap against the grand wooden door, hoping to god it was dustin that answered and not steve.

you can hear a barrage of footsteps on the other side, rushing down the hall to get to you first. the door swings open, dustin and his makeshift skeleton costume sit on the other side, a harsh scowl when he realises it’s you and not his friends.

“what’re you doing here?” crossing his arms over his chest.

“i’m coming with you, joyce ask-“

“-you don’t need to babysit us,” throwing a temper tantrum at the mere suggestion of you joining them on their journey around hawkins.

“well, joyce says otherwise,” crossing your arms over your chest, you meant business. “jonathan’s busy and she wants someone to watch out for will so you’re just gonna have to deal with it,” sticking your tongue out for good measure.

dustin huffs, nostrils glaring as he stomps back into steve’s living room.

the older boy was helping him get ready, terribly painting a skull onto his grinning face. a faint argument rises from behind the door, scuffed footsteps fighting to reach the door before you had the opportunity to look in.

“-we don’t need a babysitter at all! let alone two!” dustin screeches, throwing his pillowcase on the ground as he reaches the door, steve appearing behind.

“two?” you question, looking down at the abandoned treat bag and then back up to a sheepish looking steve.

“well.. i mean, you can’t take them all around hawkins on your own, i was just.. offering to join you,” his hand rubbing the back of his neck, ignoring dustin’s scowl to focus on your face.

“oh,” attempting to hide your blush, passing it off as if it were just the chilly october air, “yeah.. sure, i could use some help,” stuffing your hands into your pockets, concealing your squeal of excitement.

“great! great.. yeah, let me get my jacket and we can go,” rushing off inside while dustin sulks like a petulant child.

“you two are gross,” he remarks snidely, turning up his nose at the two of you.

it's a chilly evening in hawkins, your coat not doing enough against the wild wind. much colder than usual for this time of year which makes you a tad unsettled. after everything that had happened last year, a sudden drop in temperature didn’t seem like something you should ignore.

steve walks beside you, humming to some pop tune as his eyes stay trained on the boys and which houses they were at.

“so you’re going? to new york?" he starts, keeping two strides behind the boys at all times, dustin would surely suffer a mental breakdown if you dared got any closer.

“yeah,” you nod, stuffing your hands into your pockets, “there’s a really good opportunity for me up there,” a twinge of something in your chest, unwilling to come off as braggy at all.

“that’s cool..” steve whistles, looking anywhere but at you, “i’ll miss you- i mean, we’ll all miss you,” clearing his throat in a pitiful attempt to hide what he really meant.

“i’ll miss you too steve,” smiling softly over at his flushing cheeks, “you can come visit i’m sure,” shrugging indiscriminately.

your all-consuming crush on steve was no secret to those around you, you’d been longing after him since freshmen year. hanging on his every word even during the multitude of girlfriends and hookups, desperate for his attention to one day fall unto you.

though now you’re actually friends, like, real friends, you find yourself hoping that he doesn’t look at you, praying he doesn’t notice your sorry eyes or your longing smile. afraid that he’d find you utterly pathetic and tell you harshly that you and him would just never ever come to be.

“but hawkins won’t be the same without you,” his feet crushing the dried auburn leaves, “who’s gonna help me take care of these guys?” chuckling softly, the cold air billowing from his lips.

“you’re just gonna have to find a new babysitting partner,” shrugging softly though your heart sinks a little.

steve’s mouth opens to reply but is abruptly interrupted by the gaggle of kids storming up the sidewalk to you. in a cleverly thought out formation, dustin at the front, mike all the way in the back.

“we were thinking,” dustin starts, a tooth-achingly sweet grin plastered on his face, “and we think that you two shouldn’t have to spend your entire evening following us around, so,” looking around at his friends, “we’re happy to offer you half of all of our candy if you just leave us alone,” grinning as if he had offered the deal of the century.

steve looks perplexed, sharing a questioning glance with you before turning his attention back to the eager boys in front, “what makes you think we want your shitty candy?”

dustin’s smile drops, nose scrunching with such visceral anger, “look steve, we know you’d rather be off making out with each other or whatever, so why don’t we just cut the shit? you guys go home, we can take care of ourselves.”

he puts his hand up to make a point, sputtering noises that don’t exactly make a coherent sentence, “that’s not- what the hell, dustin? mrs. byers asked us to watch you it’s not-“

“we’ll be okay! my mom just worries,” a bright-eyed will steps forward, offering his two cents.

steve exhales, looking to you once more before shrugging. you were the one she’d asked anyway, not him.

“what if something bad happens? like.. like last year?” you query, looking solely at will now.

“it won’t,” solemnly shaking his head, “i’m better now, i promise.”

your lips pout, contemplating whether the little shits could be trusted. joyce would never be mad at you, wise to her son and his friends tricks.

“okay..” nodding slowly, “but i’m taking you up on that candy offer, and i want the good stuff.. not smarties or mints or whatever shit you think you can trick me with,” a harsh glare to the clan of boys.

mike goes to protest until lucas’ elbow meets his ribs, a chorus of thankyou’s echo out before they sprint away, tripping over themselves to get as far away from you as possible.

“i didn’t think you’d say yes,” steve remarks, a humorous tone to his voice.

“what can i say? they drive a hard bargain,” suddenly regretting letting them run amok around the hawkins streets, “do you think i should’ve said no?”

“oh no, definitely not,” falling into laughter, “i don’t think they would’ve let you say no anyway.”

you scoff, looking around at the busy street, “you’re right.. i’m gonna uh.. head home then, since we’re not needed anymore,” attempting to hide your disappointment at not getting to walk around with him all night.

“you wouldn’t wanna.. watch a movie or something, would you?” steve interjects before you can walk away, “my parents are out of town so my house is empty and i’ve got popcorn,” sweetening up his deal.

your heart thuds a little too hard, unsure of whether you’d still be alive after a movie alone with steve, on his couch. but you nod anyway, continuing back in the direction you’d came from.

his house is sterile, it honestly reminds you of something from a showroom, not meant to be lived in but just admired. kind of like steve, when you think about too much.

you weren’t going to be together, he was a prize, someone you’d lust after but never truly get.

the opening sequence to friday the 13th pulls you from your sour thoughts, sitting just inches away from him and his meticulously styled hair, the consolation of freckles and moles you’d connected a thousand times in your head.

he doesn’t look real, a figment of your imagination except his chest is rising and falling in time with yours and he keeps shifting in his seat.

“so when do you leave?” startling you from your haze, pulling your attention to him.

“uh.. june, i’m going up early to get settled.”

“oh, cool,” inhaling sharply, a long, drawn-out exhale immediately after, “i still got a few months left with you then,” offering a grimacing smile as his words register in his brain, “obviously i mean that we all do.”

“i knew what you meant,” convincing yourself that he had just misspoke and that the obvious undertones to everything he had said this evening weren’t actually there.

“actually i don’t think you do,” steve sighs, no longer the suave sweet talker he once was, now just some old guy that drive kids to and from their dnd meetings.

“oh?” you remark, sitting back in shock.

he leans forward, over the overflowing bowl of popcorn, “i’m trying to hit on you, i’ve been trying all night,” allowing a glimpse of his former playboy interior to resurface, his eyes trailing from yours to your lips.

you stare back with what only you can assume is a puzzled expression as steve moves back once again, “sorry- i’m not very good at this anymore, i-i thought you were interested but obviously- shit,” slapping his palm to his face, hiding in sheer despair.

“no! nonono steve i am,” sputtering rather quickly, “i’m sorry, i’m just.. shocked. i didn’t know you felt like that too, y’know?” amazed that both of you could single handedly fumble this.

“‘course i do,” shrinking into a bashful shadow of himself, “thought that was pretty obvious,” fiddling with his fingers, too shy for someone who had just admitted to having feelings for you.

“not to me,” slightly offended that you had apparently been the last to know.

he exhales, a sigh of relief, “fuck, i thought i’d read that totally wrong then.”

you stop, furrowing your brow, “what? you knew i liked you?”

“i mean, kinda yeah.”

“did dustin tell you?”

“he-,” steve sighs, doing a terrible job of hiding his smile, “i might have told him how sad i was that you were leaving and he just told me that you might feel the same way too,” holding his hands up with all intentions of owning up, “he just wanted to help me out, i think,” a quiet sadness in his voice.

any other time you’d strangle the little blabber mouth but only this time you can’t be too mad, without him, the two of you would’ve never had the guts to just say it.

“now i’ve been dyin’ to kiss you for too long now so if you’ll forgive me,” leaning in once more, carefully cupping your chin in his palm and so gently kissing your lips that it almost feels like air.

your eyes fluttering shut as the sparks fizzle behind your eyelids, the butterflies in your stomach flap so hard you’re almost nauseous.

years and years of hopeless pining had lead to this, a syrupy sweet kiss on his couch as the guttural screams of alice hardy play on the background.

it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of and more, steve suddenly so real and malleable in your grasp.

#steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #chelseeebespookyweek

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nameless-ken · 3 months ago

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Bucky Barnes x Reader - Part Two

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: none, mostly all fluff again

Part One

Masterlist

It’s an evening on Wednesday, just a couple days before the school’s annual Halloween dance. The kids are buzzing with excitement, and after a busy day of classes, you’ve volunteered to help set up decorations with a few other teachers and parents. The school gym is transformed into a spooky wonderland of cobwebs, plastic skeletons, and orange-and-black streamers hanging from the ceiling.

As you finish taping the last paper ghost to the wall, you hear a familiar voice from the doorway.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” Elizabeth’s cheerful voice echoes through the gym as she bounces in, clutching a small bag of Halloween candy.

“Hey, Elizabeth!” you greet her with a smile, watching as she runs toward you, excitement bubbling over. “Are you here to help with the setup?”

“Yep! Uncle Bucky said we’d come and help out,” she says, glancing over her shoulder toward the door.

Sure enough, Bucky enters a moment later, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, looking slightly out of place amid the fake cobwebs and cut-out bats. He offers you a nod, and you can’t help but notice that familiar quiet presence that seems to follow him everywhere. But today, there’s something softer about it—maybe it’s the fact that he’s here, taking time out of his evening to help for Elizabeth’s sake.

“Hey, Bucky,” you greet him, trying not to sound too surprised. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, well,” he glances at Elizabeth with a small smirk, “this one convinced me.”

Elizabeth beams, clearly proud of her persuasive powers. “Uncle Bucky’s really good at hanging stuff up high! You should see him!”

You chuckle. “Sounds like we’ve got just the job for you.”

Bucky gives a half-smile but doesn’t protest. You grab a box of decorations and hand him a bundle of paper lanterns that need to be strung across the gym. As he walks over to where some parents are already on ladders, Elizabeth trails behind him, eager to help.

You can’t help but admire the ease with which Bucky takes to the task. He works quietly, but there’s something comforting about his presence—steady, reliable. And for the first time, you notice how relaxed he seems, especially with Elizabeth running around nearby, laughing and handing him tape and string.

After a while, you find yourself working on a section of the gym together, hanging a banner over the snack table. Elizabeth is off with a group of kids, decorating pumpkins on the other side of the room, leaving you and Bucky alone for the first time since the bookstore.

“You’re a natural at this,” you comment, offering him a length of ribbon to tie.

Bucky gives a soft chuckle, surprising you. “I’m not sure about that, but I'll do what I can.”

There’s a pause, but it’s not uncomfortable. In fact, it feels easy, like the two of you are falling into a rhythm.

“I didn’t think you’d be into school events like this,” you say, trying to keep the conversation light. “Elizabeth must’ve really twisted your arm.”

“She’s persuasive,” Bucky replies, glancing over at his niece with a fond look in his eyes. “But it’s good to be here. She loves this stuff.”

“You’re a good uncle,” you say, the words slipping out before you can stop them.

Bucky stops for a moment, like he’s not sure how to respond. He doesn’t look at you right away, instead focusing on tying the ribbon to the banner, but there’s a quiet weight to his next words.

“I just want to make sure she has everything she needs. Steve and Peggy are so busy... it’s up to me to make sure she’s happy.”

You nod, understanding the sentiment. “Well, you’re doing a great job. She’s one of the happiest kids in my class.”

Bucky glances over at you, and for the first time, his expression softens a little more. “Thanks.”

There’s a shift in the air between you, subtle but undeniable. You’re starting to see beyond the quiet, brooding exterior—there’s a depth to Bucky that you hadn’t fully appreciated before. And somehow, in this moment, surrounded by fake spiders and Halloween decorations, it feels like you’re getting a glimpse of the person beneath all of that.

Before the conversation can go any deeper, Elizabeth comes bouncing back over, interrupting the moment with a grin. “Look what I made!” she exclaims, holding up a small, painted pumpkin.

“It’s beautiful,” you tell her, genuinely impressed. “You’ve got some real artistic talent.”

Bucky smiles, this time fully, as he looks down at his niece. “Yeah, she’s something else.”

The three of you continue working together, and by the time the gym is fully decorated, it feels like you’ve crossed an invisible line. The conversation has flowed more easily than ever, and though Bucky remains quiet, you can tell he’s more comfortable around you.

As the evening winds down and everyone starts packing up, you find yourself standing with him near the entrance of the gym, watching Elizabeth run off to join her friends.

“Thanks for helping out today,” you say, feeling a little shy now that the night is ending.

“Anytime,” Bucky replies, meeting your eyes for a moment before looking away. “Elizabeth enjoyed it.”

“I did too,” you admit, smiling. “Maybe we’ll see you both at the dance?”

He nods, and there’s something almost warm in his expression. “Yeah. Maybe.”

You watch as he calls out to Elizabeth, the two of them walking toward the door, hand in hand. And as you gather your things and prepare to head home, you can’t help but feel like something has shifted between you and Bucky—like the walls are coming down, bit by bit.

And maybe, just maybe, there’s more to come.

It’s the next day and the familiar sound of the bell rings out, signaling the end of classes. You step outside to the playground, the golden afternoon sunlight filtering through the trees. The air is filled with the laughter of children, but your attention is drawn to the gate as you notice a tall figure standing there—someone you didn’t expect to see.

Steve Rogers.

He’s leaning against the gate, a relaxed but confident presence, and Elizabeth is bouncing excitedly on her toes nearby, clearly overjoyed to see her father. The moment she spots him, her face lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Daddy!” she squeals, running toward him with arms outstretched. He bends down to scoop her up into a hug, and you can’t help but smile at the sight—their bond is evident, pure joy radiating between them.

“Hey, kiddo! Missed you,” Steve says, his voice warm and full of affection.

As they share their moment, you clear your throat softly, not wanting to intrude.

“Ms. Y/L/N!” Elizabeth calls, breaking away from her father’s embrace to run over to you, her eyes sparkling. “Look who’s here!”

“Hi, Elizabeth! I didn’t expect to see your dad today,” you say, trying to keep your voice light.

Steve approaches you, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N,” he says, a genuine smile breaking through. “Elizabeth talks about you all the time. I’ve heard how much you and Bucky have been getting along.”

You feel your cheeks warm slightly. “Oh, really? She’s a wonderful student. And Bucky—he’s great with her.”

Steve nods, his gaze drifting momentarily toward the playground where the kids are playing. “She loves spending time with him. It’s nice to see her so happy. I appreciate you looking out for her.”

“Of course. It’s a joy to have her in class,” you reply, feeling a warmth in your chest at Steve’s words. “She’s a bright light.”

The three of you stand there for a moment, and you notice the easy rapport between Steve and Elizabeth—it’s clear he’s a loving father, just with a job that keeps him busy.

“Are you all set for the Halloween dance?” you ask, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Absolutely! Elizabeth’s been talking about it non-stop,” Steve replies, glancing down at her with a smile. “She’s been planning her costume for weeks.”

“I'm going to be a princess!” Elizabeth announces proudly, her little hands on her hips. “And Uncle Bucky is going to be my knight!”

“That sounds amazing,” you say, chuckling at the thought. “I can’t wait to see you both at the dance.”

Steve’s expression brightens. “I’ll make sure to keep Bucky on his toes. He tends to be more of the ‘let’s keep it simple’ type.”

“Uncle Bucky is the best!” Elizabeth insists, her eyes wide with admiration.

“Well, we should get going. Elizabeth has some homework to tackle,” Steve says, ruffling his daughter’s hair affectionately.

“Okay, Daddy!” she replies, glancing back at you. “See you tomorrow, Ms. Y/L/N!”

“See you tomorrow, Elizabeth.” you call after her, waving as she skips away, hand in hand with her dad.

As they walk toward the gate, Steve turns back, his expression thoughtful. “Thanks for everything you do for Elizabeth. It means a lot.”

“Of course. I’m glad to have her in my class,” you say, feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

He nods, a genuine smile on his face, before heading out with Elizabeth. You stand there for a moment, watching them go, feeling the weight of the encounter settle in.

The late Friday afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the schoolyard as you prepare to wrap up for the day. Students bustle around, some practicing their costumes for the dance later, while others chatter excitedly about the night’s plans.

You glance at the clock, noticing it’s almost time for Bucky to arrive to pick up Elizabeth. Just as you gather your things, the familiar sound of footsteps approaches, and you turn to see Bucky walking through the school gate. Today, he’s wearing a simple black jacket over a gray t-shirt, and his presence instantly commands attention, even amidst the chaos of children.

“Hey, Bucky,” you greet him, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hi Y/N,” he replies, offering a small nod. The corners of his lips twitch slightly, as if he’s holding back a smile.

“Is Elizabeth ready for the dance?” you ask, noticing the faint hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Bucky shrugs, a subtle movement that suggests he’s not one for grand displays of excitement. “She’s been talking about it all week.”

You chuckle softly, leaning closer. “I heard she’s going as a princess. Pretty sure she’s been preparing for this moment since last Halloween.”

He chuckles quietly, the sound low and warm. “Sounds about right. She’s really excited.”

Just then, Elizabeth appears in the doorway, her eyes sparkling as she clutches her backpack. “Uncle Bucky!” she exclaims, her face lighting up. “I’m so ready for the dance!”

Bucky bends down to her level, a rare softness in his expression. “You look fantastic, kiddo.”

“Thank you!” she beams, spinning around in her costume. “Are you ready to dance with me?”

“Always,” he replies, straightening up and giving her a gentle, reassuring smile.

You watch their exchange, feeling the warmth of their bond. “Just make sure she doesn’t trip over that dress while trying to dance,” you tease lightly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep her safe,” Bucky assures you, his tone steady.

Elizabeth jumps in, her eyes bright with mischief. “You should wear a costume too, Ms. Y/L/N!”

“I might just throw on a witch hat,” you reply with a grin. “Can’t compete with you two!”

Bucky’s lips curl into a faint smile. “You’d make a good witch.”

“Thanks! I’ll take that as a compliment,” you say, a light laugh escaping you.

As Elizabeth grabs her bag and heads toward the door, you and Bucky share a fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air between you.

“See you later!” Elizabeth waves, while Bucky offers you a brief nod, his eyes holding a quiet intensity.

The gymnasium is transformed into a whimsical wonderland of autumn colors, with cobwebs draping from the rafters and jack-o'-lanterns flickering softly around the room. Lively music fills the air as students in all manner of costumes dance and laugh, their excitement palpable. You adjust your witch hat, feeling a bit silly but delighted to be part of the evening.

You scan the room, spotting Elizabeth in her princess costume, sparkling tiara perched atop her head, twirling in delight. Bucky stands nearby, his presence a calm anchor amidst the whirlwind of excitement, hands tucked into his pockets as he observes.

As you weave through the crowd, you catch Elizabeth’s eye. She rushes over, her smile bright. “Ms. Y/L/N! You have to dance with us!”

You chuckle, shaking your head playfully. “Oh, I don’t think I can keep up with you two.”

Bucky glances down at Elizabeth, his brow slightly furrowed, but the hint of a smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t dance either,” he admits, his voice low but teasing.

Elizabeth looks between the two of you, determination sparkling in her eyes. “But you have to! It’ll be so much fun!” She grabs your hand, pulling you closer to Bucky. “Uncle Bucky, you can’t just stand there! You have to dance with Ms. Y/L/N!”

You can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “I’m not sure if he’s up for it, Elizabeth.”

“Come on, Uncle Bucky!” she pleads, tugging on his sleeve. “Just one dance?”

Bucky glances at you, a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. But there’s a softness there too, an unspoken agreement that he would do anything for Elizabeth. “Alright, just one,” he relents, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

The music changes to a slower, more melodic tune, and you can feel the energy in the room shift. Elizabeth releases your hand and dances a few steps away, spinning in delight before coming back to you. “See? It’s perfect for a slow dance!”

You take a breath, trying to calm the flutter of nerves in your stomach as you step closer to Bucky. “Okay, I guess we’re doing this.”

Bucky’s eyes hold a mixture of amusement and resolve. “You ready?”

You nod, feeling a blend of excitement and shyness. As Elizabeth clasps her hands together in glee, you take a step toward Bucky, who slowly extends his arm. You slip into place, the contact feeling both comforting and electrifying.

With a gentle, cautious grip, Bucky places a hand on your back. You find yourself laughing softly, the tension of the moment dissolving as Elizabeth bounces on her feet beside you.

“See? It’s fun!” she chirps, her joy infectious.

You glance up at Bucky, whose expression has softened, his focus entirely on you and Elizabeth. “Just don’t step on my toes,” he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I’ll do my best,” you reply, your heart racing.

The three of you begin to sway gently to the music, Elizabeth beaming as she leads the way, her laughter ringing through the gym. Bucky stays close, his movements tentative but gradually easing into a rhythm.

As you dance, you can’t help but feel a connection forming. There’s an ease in the way you move together, an unspoken understanding that feels almost natural despite the initial nerves. Elizabeth spins around you, her dress swirling like a whirlwind of color.

“This is the best dance ever!” she exclaims, clapping her hands. “You two look perfect together!”

Bucky meets your gaze, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he responds, “I think she’s just trying to get us to dance more.”

You laugh, your heart fluttering at the playful banter. “Maybe she is,” you agree, feeling a warmth bloom between you and Bucky.

As the song continues, you find yourselves lost in the moment, the noise of the gym fading into the background. The connection deepens, and for a fleeting instant, it feels as though the world has narrowed down to just the three of you.

When the song ends, Elizabeth cheers, pulling you both into a tight hug. “That was so much fun! Can we do it again?”

You and Bucky exchange a glance, and he offers a slight smile, a glimmer of newfound openness in his expression. “Maybe after another song, kiddo,” he replies, his voice warm.

As you step back, you catch Bucky's eye again, both of you sharing a moment of understanding, a shared secret in the midst of the joyful chaos around you.

As the next song starts, a more upbeat tune fills the air, and Elizabeth dances away, joining her friends in a circle of laughter. You watch her, your heart swelling with joy as she spins and twirls, completely lost in the moment.

“Looks like she’s having a great time,” Bucky says, his gaze softening as he nods in Elizabeth’s direction.

“She really is,” you reply, feeling a warmth spreading through you as you catch his eye again. There’s something comforting about being here together, witnessing her joy side by side.

A lull in the music prompts you to take a step back, glancing at the refreshment table where punch and treats await. “Do you want to grab a snack?” you suggest, breaking the momentary silence.

Bucky hesitates for a beat, then nods, his expression turning thoughtful. “Sure. I’m not sure how long I can keep dancing.”

“Good plan. I have a feeling Elizabeth will be out there dancing all night,” you chuckle, leading the way toward the table. The two of you weave through the crowd of kids and parents, the vibrant decorations making the gym feel alive.

As you approach the table, you notice a plate of cookies and cupcakes, their icing bright and festive. “I think I need to try one to keep my energy up.”

Bucky grabs a cookie, a small smirk on his lips. “I thought teachers were supposed to set a good example,” he teases lightly.

You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “It’s called balance. Plus, it’s Halloween!”

“Fair point,” he concedes, taking a bite of his cookie, the tension between you both easing further.

As you enjoy your treats, you find yourself stealing glances at him. Bucky looks at ease now, a relaxed smile on his face as he watches Elizabeth dance with her friends. “She really loves this stuff, doesn’t she?” he comments, a hint of pride in his voice.

“She does,” you reply. “She talks about you a lot, you know. She mentioned how you helped her pick out her costume this year.”

Bucky’s expression shifts slightly, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. “Oh? What did she say?”

“She said you made her feel like a princess. It was adorable,” you smile, recalling Elizabeth’s excitement when she showed off her dress earlier.

He chuckles softly, a warm, genuine sound. “Well, I might have gone a little overboard with the tiara,” he admits, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“Just a little,” you tease back, feeling a sense of camaraderie growing. “But it’s sweet how much effort you put into it.”

A moment of silence passes as you both watch Elizabeth twirl and laugh, her happiness contagious. The connection you feel with Bucky deepens, a shared understanding forming without needing many words.

“Thanks for being so good with her,” Bucky finally says, his tone sincere. “It’s nice to see her happy and comfortable, especially with everything going on.”

You nod, appreciating the sentiment. “She’s a wonderful kid. It’s easy to be good to her. And honestly, I enjoy being around her. Oh, and speaking of family, I actually met Steve yesterday when he picked her up from school for the first time.”

Bucky’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Really? How did that go?”

“It was great! He seemed really nice, and Elizabeth was over the moon. She talks about you both often, so it was nice to finally connect the dots.” You smile, recalling the warmth of that brief encounter.

Bucky’s expression softens, and you catch a glimpse of pride in his eyes. “I’m glad she has you in her life. It’s good for her.”

Just then, Elizabeth races over, her tiara slightly askew, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Can we do the dance again? Please?”

You smile at her enthusiasm and nod. “Of course! Let’s go show them some moves!”

With a delighted squeal, Elizabeth takes your hand and pulls you toward the dance floor, her energy infectious. As you reach the center of the gym, you glance back at Bucky, who stands a little farther away, a soft smile on his face.

“Come on, Uncle Bucky!” Elizabeth calls playfully.

He shakes his head slightly, a hint of shyness in his demeanor. “I’ll just watch,” he replies, leaning against the wall, his blue eyes twinkling with affection as he admires you both.

With a grin, you turn to Elizabeth, who’s already starting to spin and twirl. You follow her lead, matching her joyful movements as the music swells around you. Elizabeth laughs, her laughter mixing with the upbeat melody, and you find yourself getting lost in the moment, forgetting about everything else.

As you dance, you feel the warmth of belonging wash over you, the sense of community enveloping you both. You can’t help but glance back at Bucky, who watches with quiet admiration, his presence a comforting anchor in the joyful chaos.

“Look at us, Uncle Bucky! We’re amazing!” Elizabeth shouts out, striking a dramatic pose that makes you laugh.

He chuckles softly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “You both are definitely stealing the show.”

As the night wears on, the energy in the gym begins to shift. The upbeat music slowly transitions to softer melodies, and you notice the crowd gradually thinning out. Parents are gathering their children, and laughter starts to fade, replaced by sleepy yawns and gentle chatter.

Elizabeth, who’s been dancing with all her might, suddenly plops down on one of the bleachers, her tiara now askew and her cheeks smeared with remnants of frosting. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she stretches out, completely worn out from the excitement. “Best night ever,” she murmurs, a cupcake in hand, frosting adorning her face.

You chuckle at the sight, moving over to her. “Looks like someone had too much sugar,” you tease, reaching down to gently wipe a bit of frosting from her cheek.

Bucky approaches, a soft smile on his face as he looks at his niece sprawled out on the bleacher. “She really went all out tonight,” he remarks, glancing at you. “Thanks for keeping her entertained.”

“Of course! She’s a blast to be around,” you reply, your heart warmed by the connection you’ve built with both of them.

As the last of the decorations sway gently in the dimming lights, Bucky shifts his weight, looking slightly unsure. “Do you need help cleaning up?” he offers, his voice low and tentative.

You shake your head, a smile playing on your lips. “No, it’s okay. You should take Elizabeth home. She’s exhausted.”

Elizabeth stirs slightly, eyes closed as she peacefully drifts off. Bucky gently scoops her up, her head lolling against his shoulder as he turns to you, a silent promise in his eyes.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say to Bucky, feeling the connection between you deepen. “It was wonderful.”

“Yeah, it was,” he agrees, his gaze holding yours for a moment longer than necessary, the quiet warmth between you palpable. “See you next Friday?” you ask, already looking forward to the next time you’ll see him.

“Definitely,” he replies, a hint of a smile gracing his lips as he walks away with Elizabeth cradled in his arms.

As the gym slowly empties, you gather the last of the decorations, the joyful echoes of the night lingering in the air. You can’t help but smile, knowing that tonight was just the beginning of something special.

It’s Friday again, and the classroom is buzzing with excitement. Today’s show-and-tell has everyone in high spirits, with each child eager to show off their favorite toy or stuffed animal. But Elizabeth, standing by her desk with a barely contained grin, seems more excited than anyone. You can’t help but smile at her anticipation.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Elizabeth whispers as the last student finishes their turn. “Can I go next?”

“Of course, Elizabeth. The floor is all yours,” you reply, watching as she dashes to the door with a squeal of excitement.

Right on cue, the door opens, and in walks Bucky, a bit shy under the gaze of all the kids and a few other parents, holding a fluffy white cat cradled carefully in his arms. His quiet, steady presence fills the room as he walks in, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Alpine, his cat, surveys the classroom with wide, curious eyes.

“Everyone,” Elizabeth says proudly, her chest puffed out a little. “This is Alpine. He’s my uncle Bucky’s cat, and he’s the best kitty ever!” She steps aside so the other kids can get a good look, her eyes twinkling with pride.

Bucky kneels down beside her, gently setting Alpine on her lap as the class oohs and aahs over the soft, snowy furball. “Alpine’s very calm, so he’s okay with being petted. Just be gentle,” Bucky says, his voice soft but warm, as he gives the kids a chance to meet Alpine one by one.

As the kids line up to give Alpine a gentle pet, you stand back, watching as Bucky interacts with them. He seems at ease here, his usual quiet manner softened by the enthusiasm of the children. And Alpine, for his part, sits contentedly, seemingly enjoying all the attention.

When it’s Elizabeth’s turn to pet Alpine again, she beams up at Bucky. “Thanks for bringing him, Uncle Bucky,” she whispers.

“Anything for you, kiddo,” he replies, ruffling her hair gently.

The show-and-tell wraps up, and the class gets back to their seats. Elizabeth gives Alpine one last hug before Bucky gently scoops him up.

The rest of the group continues showcasing their favorite items from home when the class day comes to an end. Bucky has stayed by the little cubbies near the door, Alpine’s carrier with the sleeping animal inside at his feet.

You clean up a few things while the kids and the rest of the parents leave for the day. You make your way over to the door as Elizabeth gathers the rest of her things.

“Thanks for tagging along and bringing Alpine,” you stand next to Bucky with a smile. “He was definitely the star of the day.”

Bucky chuckles softly, glancing down at the carrier where Alpine has curled up, seemingly unbothered by all the attention. “Yeah, I think he had a good time,” he replies, meeting your eyes with a quiet warmth. “Elizabeth’s been talking about it all week—she loves this little guy.”

Just then, Elizabeth skips over to Bucky and tugs on his sleeve. “Uncle Bucky,” she says, her voice filled with purpose. “You should ask Ms. Y/L/N to come to the farmers market again tomorrow. You know, since it was fun last time.”

You feel a flutter of excitement but try to keep your expression casual as Bucky glances down at her, clearly caught off guard. He hesitates, scratching the back of his neck before finally looking back up at you.

“Uh, yeah,” he says slowly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Would you want to? Don’t want to intrude on any plans you have already-”

Your smile widens. “No intruding here. I’d love to go.”

Elizabeth beams, clearly thrilled that her plan has worked. “Yay! It’s a date, then!” she declares, completely oblivious to the shy glance you and Bucky share.

As Bucky picks up the carrier, you exchange one last look, a silent promise of looking forward to tomorrow.

Saturday morning dawns crisp and bright, autumn slowly turning into winter. You stroll through the lively market stalls, weaving between families with strollers, couples with coffee cups in hand, and a few bundled-up kids clutching apples. A sense of anticipation flutters in your chest as you scan the crowd, looking for Elizabeth’s familiar face.

Then, just by the flower stall, you spot Bucky—alone. He’s leaning casually against a wooden post, hands in his pockets, looking slightly out of place amidst the bustling crowd. He catches sight of you, and a shy smile breaks across his face as he waves you over.

“Hey,” you greet him, glancing around. “Where’s Elizabeth? She was the one who orchestrated this whole thing.”

Bucky chuckles, running a hand through his hair, looking both amused and a little embarrassed. “Funny thing about that,” he says, shifting his weight. “Turns out this was her big plan to get us alone together. She made me promise I wouldn’t tell you, but… well, here we are.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as you wander deeper into the market side by side. The scent of freshly baked bread and spiced cider fills the air, and you take in the atmosphere, grateful for the easy company.

“So,” he begins, voice low but curious. “How’d you end up teaching? Did you always know it’s what you wanted?”

You smile, thinking back. “Not exactly. I always loved working with kids, but I tried a few things before realizing teaching was it for me. It felt right when I finally took the leap.” You glance over at him, curious in turn. “And you? What’s your story?”

He shifts, his gaze following a kid holding a caramel apple as they dart past. “My story’s… a little complicated,” he says with a quiet chuckle. “Spent a while overseas, some time doing things I’m not exactly proud of. Came back, just trying to live a quieter life now. Elizabeth’s been a big part of that, actually. She’s… well, she’s kind of made me feel like I’m home again.”

There’s a warmth to his words, and you can see how deeply he cares for Elizabeth. “She’s a special kid. I can tell she feels the same about you. She talks about you nonstop at school, you know,” you say with a smile. “She adores you. Just yesterday, she was telling the class about all the Halloween fun you two had.”

Bucky ducks his head, a bit of color rising in his cheeks. “Yeah, she gets that honesty from Steve,” he says, a little amused. “Guess she’s kind of my rock, you know?”

You nod, feeling a pang of admiration for the connection they share. “It’s nice to have someone like that. Makes everything feel… more meaningful.”

He looks at you, a glimmer of something vulnerable in his expression. “Yeah. And, honestly, talking with you these last few weeks has felt… real. Easy.”

There’s a beat of silence as you walk past the bakery stall, the smell of cinnamon lingering in the air. Finally, you break the quiet with a soft laugh. “I never thought I’d be getting relationship advice from a ten-year-old.”

Bucky grins, relaxing even more. “Yeah, she’s definitely got us figured out better than we do.” He looks over at you, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. “Guess we should thank her?”

“Absolutely,” you say, leaning into the moment, your smile meeting his. “Maybe we can make her a batch of thank-you cookies?”

He chuckles, nodding. “That sounds like a good idea. Though, fair warning, I’m better with taking orders than baking.”

“Well, lucky for you, I’m a decent baker. I’ll guide you through it,” you reply, eyes twinkling. “We’ll give her the best thank-you cookies she’s ever had.”

You stop by a stand selling pumpkin bread and buy a small loaf, breaking off a piece to hand to Bucky. He accepts it, looking down at you with something new in his gaze.

“This was a pretty good plan,” he murmurs, his voice soft. “She knew I’d be a coward about asking you myself.”

A little surprised by his openness, you feel your cheeks warm. “So… if she hadn’t schemed it, would you have eventually asked?”

He hesitates, looking down at the bread in his hands before meeting your eyes, his usual quiet demeanor softening just a bit. “Maybe. Though I’m glad she saved me the trouble.”

You both laugh, and a lingering silence follows, but it’s comfortable, the kind of quiet that feels easy, like you’ve both slipped into a rhythm you weren’t aware of. The sounds of the bustling market fade as you continue to stroll, lost in each other’s company, a shared warmth growing with each step.

As you approach the edge of the market, Bucky stops and looks at you, the faintest trace of nervousness in his eyes. “So, um… would you maybe want to do this again sometime? With or without Elizabeth’s planning?”

Your heart skips a beat, a smile pulling at your lips. “I’d like that.”

And with that, a new understanding settles between you—a feeling that this isn’t just a chance encounter, but the beginning of something you’re both ready to explore.

The following Wednesday comes to an end with the usual shuffle of parents and guardians filling the pickup area. As you chat with a few students, you see a familiar figure out of the corner of your eye—Steve Rogers, towering above the other parents, his face lighting up when he spots you.

“Hey!” He greets you with a warm smile, walking up with a relaxed confidence. “Didn’t think I’d see you here again,” you say, still a bit surprised by his appearance. “I thought last week was a rare appearance.”

Steve chuckles, giving a shrug. “It was supposed to be, but I thought I’d make it more of a habit whenever I can.” Just then, Elizabeth races down the hall and throws her arms around him, her eyes lighting up as she tells him all about her day, barely pausing for a breath.

After a bit, Steve looks back at you, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. “You already know, Elizabeth talks about you nonstop, but Bucky… well, let’s just say he’s mentioned you a few times himself,” he says with a knowing smile.

You feel a blush creeping up, but you manage to keep your tone casual. “Oh? And here I thought I was only a hit with the kindergarteners.”

Steve chuckles, clearly amused. “Not at all. You’ve made quite an impression. In fact, we’re hosting a little Friendsgiving next weekend. Bucky might probably kill me for this, but we’d love for you to come.”

You’re taken aback, touched by the invitation but also feeling a flutter of excitement. “Are you sure? Feel like I might be crossing some school guidelines or something,” you reply with hesitation to accept.

Steve waves a hand dismissively, shaking his head with an easy grin. “Nah, you’re not crossing any lines—just friends getting together. Besides, Elizabeth would love to have you there. I know Bucky would too, even if he’s too quiet to actually say it.”

You laugh, glancing at Elizabeth as she chats animatedly with a friend nearby. “Well, if it’s an official invitation, then I’d love to come.”

“Perfect,” Steve replies, looking pleased. “We’ll keep it casual. Lots of food, probably more dessert than we need, and some questionable holiday games.”

You smile, suddenly excited for the weekend. “I’ll bring something,” you offer, “maybe a pie or cookies?”

“Anything would be great,” he says. “We’ll save you a spot at the table.”

With one last smile, he waves goodbye, leading Elizabeth toward the exit. You watch them leave, feeling a warmth in your chest, a mix of anticipation and comfort. The hallway quiets as you gather your things, but the thought of spending Friendsgiving with them lingers, filling you with a sense of belonging you hadn’t expected.

Part Three

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*staring off into the distance remembering how 3rd Life ended* Oh, you're here too. Huh? Incorrect quotes? Oh yeah, here, have these. *continues to stare off into the distance*

Scar: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? Grian: Fake?

Grian: You can’t have a gun on stage! Scar: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

Scar: "29-34 Give a particular ecosystem and explain how could it be protected." Scar: Help. Grian: Forests, stop cutting down trees and don't hold gender reveal parties anywhere near them.

Scar: I intend to stay pissed at you forever. Scar: Even if I seem helpful. Grian: Then you're in luck. Grian: Because you don't.

Grian: Scar is forbidden from monologuing.

Grian: Help! I’m drowning! Scar: Calm down. We’re only in six feet of water! Grian: NOT ALL OF US ARE TALL!

Scar: I trusted you! Grian: Why?

Scar: Where did you get that tomato soup? Grian: It’s actually a bowl of ketchup I just microwaved.

Scar: Grian, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason. Grian, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

Grian: What's my sexuality?! I don't fucking know! I'm not straight, and that's all that matters. Well, maybe that's unfair to the straights. Some of my best friends are straight! Well, one of them. Well, I know them, and Scar is perfectly tolerable person in small doses!

Grian: I typed "bitch" into my GPS and guess what? I'm in your driveway. Scar: Grian: Vroom vroom, come out already.

Grian: You know me, Scar, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters? Scar: What? Grian: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

Grian: Do you need anything from the store? Scar: Actually, yes. I have a list. Grian, reading: Epsom salts, coconut oil, baking soda, cornstarch, lavender essential oils… citric acid…? Scar: I’m making homemade bath bombs. Grian: Smokeless gunpowder?! Scar: I want to do it right!

Grian: I love cooking breakfast. It makes the whole house smell like bacon. Scar: That’s true, but it also smells like fire and panic. Grian: You and the smoke detector need to get off my case.

Scar: Happy Scorpio season. If you have to burn a bridge, do it safely! Grian: With NAPALM.

Grian: Ew. What kind of tea is this? Scar: I boiled gatorade.

Scar: I’ve never been in a snowball fight before. I don’t know the rules. Grian: What? Scar: Is there a point system, or is it to the death?

Grian: Whatever happened to the concept of less is more? Scar: But if less is more, then just think of how much more 'more' will be!

Scar: Hey, Grian, where are you going? Grian: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell. Grian: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

Scar: I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two people in my entire life: Grian and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Grian.

Scar: You’re starting to look like me more and more every day— Grian: Bursts into tears Scar: Why are you crying? Grian: You’re ugly! I don’t want to look like you! sobs

Grian and Scar enter a dive bar Grian: Look, I know you’re disappointed but could we at least have a drink. Scar, in a scuba diving suit: I would like leave, please.

Grian: I am a ninja. Scar: No, you’re not. Grian: Did you see me do that? Scar: Do what? Grian: Exactly.

Grian: I feel like everyone on this island is suspicious, Scar. Except you! Scar: But Grian, I think you're suspicious! Grian: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Scar: Cool, any other secrets? Grian: I still sleep with the blanket I had as a baby. Scar: Awww- Grian, stern: I use it as a gag when taking people’s pets hostage. Scar: Scar: There’s no punch line ‘cause it’s not a joke isn’t it?

Grian: So what are your political beliefs? Scar, awkwardly trying to impress them: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

Grian: I try to avoid pointless group activities. You know like school Christmas Parties or Jury Duty. To me, the most awful sound in the universe is that mangled first note of your peers singing happy birthday. Scar: Cool stance. Counterpoint: these are free cupcakes. Get over yourself and take one.

#grian #gtws #incorrect quotes #desert duo #scarian #enjoy💜💜💜

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ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash · 3 months ago

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Spending Halloween w/ The Black Butler Characters

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Fandom: Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji

Genre: Halloween Headcanons

warnings: none!

Rated: PG I reference sex like one time.

Admin Wisteria: I have a tooth infection and in pain so I decided to write something because Halloween is coming up. So I hope you black butler peeps enjoy this post!

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Sebastian Michaelis:

-Well, I mean he is a DEMON of course he enjoys Halloween in a sense.

-Doesn't care about the human food or trick or treating aspect but i can picture him playing some silly pranks on his s/o and everyone else in the manor. (Except Ciel, of course.)

-Honestly I can picture Halloween enhancing Sebastian’s Demon powers making him much more strong.

-He will become faster, stronger and more handsome.

-They don’t call it “The devil’s Holiday” For nothing.

-So for the first half of the day once he notice his enhance demon powers he will get so many things done around the the manor. He will clean 10x better, cook tastier food and will be just in a better in a mood.

-I recommend not talking to him during the day because he is in full demon, perfect butler mode and wants to get everything done because he has more power to do it. and everything needs to be done during the day while Ciel is Awake.

-Then after Ciel goes to bed and everything is done during the day then he will have a lot more time to relax and with his s/o.

-Will make you cute halloween sweets, and makes you some extra yummy tea.

-I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he is more horny on Halloween. Maybe in a Demon Breeding AU Halloween can be the their Spawning day.

-So At night you guys are gonna get freaky, like A LOT.

-Getting freaky with a sexy demon on Halloween. You guys are on tumblr so i know you guys would like that.

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Grell Sutcliff:

-She loves Halloween.

-Though, might be busy on Halloween depending on how stupid people are during this time of year.

-I can also picture Grell enjoy eating the fun Halloween candy and such.

-Also would love to go around with her s/o and pull pranks on the other reapers.

-Especially William.

-She and you would plan the funniest prank on William each year and he Loathes it.

-Then later I can picture Ronald knox wanting to join in on the fun of pranking william.

-So he will plan funny prank to pull on William during halloween as well.

-So now every year on halloween Grell, Her s/o and Ronald Knox will just have a prank pulling contest on William to see who can pull the best pranks on them.

- Will all you get in big trouble and will suffer from over time because of it? Yes. Was it worth it? Hell yeah it was.

- Would love to wear sexy costumes to fluster you.

-Would make a huge big deal and will make you watch her put it on.

-”What do you think about this? Mmm you look a bit flustered darling~”

-”I can turn around for you if you like, Oh I think you would LOVE that~.”

-Huge cuddler, would love to cuddle with you and eat halloween sweets with you.

-And will bombard you with kisses as well.

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Undertaker:

-You are dating Undertaker.

-Alright, next character.

-Just kidding just kidding but there is still a LOT of truth to it.

- Besides living in an actual FUNERAL HOME with dead bodies everywhere and coffins Undertaker will still go FULL OUT on the Halloween traditions.

-Will pull so many practical jokes on you it is almost annoying.

-So you have no choice but do the same to him and have a prank war.

-Will decorate the Funeral extra spooky with (Probably real) Skeletons and (Probably real) Spider webs and spiders.

-But also kind likes the stupid, silly, childish but cute halloween decorations too.

-”Maybe I should decorate the Funeral home with these silly dancing skeletons you think it will make the place more appealing and less scary?”

You: No.

-Will make you those cute bone treats he eats but spooky versions. Might add some orange and black icing and sprinkles.

-Might even paint his nails orange and black just for funsies if he is in a good mood.

-Probably will spend a lot of the day making stupid Halloween pun jokes to just to tease and annoy you.

-How did the skeleton know it was going to rain? He could feel it in his bones.

You: Okay that was cute…

Undertaker:Why did the skeleton climb a tree? A dog was after his bones.!

You: okay okay I get it.

Undertaker: How does a ghost sneeze? Ah, ah, ah BOO!

You: This is going to be a looonnnggg day...

-But yeah, Everyday is Halloween if you are dating Undertaker he just becomes ten times more Undertaker-like on this day haha.

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Gregory Violet:

-Of course my boy loves Halloween.

-He is very into the the whole halloween vibes and would love do everything with you.

-Loves going to pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect pumpkin to carve.

-He can be very particular about it so you might be there for awhile.

-He is pretty good at Carving pumpkins. He enjoys carving them with you even though he most likely hates the texture of the pumpkin guts.

-But he is very passionate and has so much precision just like when he draws.

-Also would take joy into decorating halloween cookies with you.

-He is pretty good with doing that as well.

-If you beg very sweetly and if he is in the right mood he might let you paint is nails orange and black but just for the week of halloween.

-Loves the cute halloween shaped candies that look like eyeballs and ghosts along with the packaging with cute ghosts on them.

-You know he is doing inktober.

-And he will show you all the drawings that he is done during the month.

-Cute halloween date idea would be you both going to a old, cool cemetery with a picnic basket and just sit and chill there. You could read or do whatever while he sits and draws the really cool tombstones in the cemetery.

-At night I think he would enjoy laying his head on your lap while you read some ghosts stories in those cool goth looking books.

-You can play with his hair while you read him “30 terrifying ghost stories that will give you the chills” he relaxes him and he will just sigh happily.

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Snake:

-He is more fond of the fun side of halloween rather than the scary spooky side.

-Enjoys decorating, making halloween sweets, pumpkin carving, etc.

-He maybe old but take him to go trick or treating. My boy has been in a cage all of his childhood let him enjoy trick or treating!

-He will be shy at first, because well, you know, people can be cruel But I think he wouid end up loving it.

-Especially if he dresses up at as a reptile and they compliment on his scales on his face.

-Does he knows that they complimented on them because they look like really good makeup? Yes. But does he care? No because he will be so happy and flattered and that is all that matters.

-If you know how to knit, sew or crotchet, the snakes might like it if you make them one of those cute halloween snake sweaters for the colder season.

-Snake would also love it so much if you make them all matching including his.

-Along with those cute hats that I seen on the internet.

-Take a picture because snakes in costumes are so cute i can’t-

-Not good at pumpkin carving (So he says) but he still enjoys doing it with you.

-Doesn’t mind going to a pumpkin patch either, as long he and his snakes are dressed warm.

-Would love a picture of yopu and him next to really big pumpkin.

-Loves the halloween candy the most.

-He would eat so much of it he will get sick but it would be his first and last time doing that.

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