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jirsungs · 1 month ago

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first halloween... gone wrong? | dms drabble #4

word count: 1.6k words

synopsis: halloween was never your favorite. you would choose christmas over it in a heartbeat, but with your dorky drummer boyfriend who absolutely loves it never leaving your side, you might just tolerate the spooky holiday. (set in the drum me, stupid universe but can be read as a standalone!)

warnings: a knife is mentioned, the dms!couple is flirty and GROSS, but most of this is just fluff.

a/n: HIIII 😭 jirsungs nation, rise! it's been 2 weeks since any story related post has been uploaded, and i just want to deeply apologize for not being here ): i missed writing and putting my delusions down in a google doc. but i hope you guys enjoy this short drum me stupid drabble and missed these cutie patooties as much as i did ☹️ as always, feedback is ALWAYS loved and appreciated! happy reading <3

You were never fond of Halloween. Sure, you loved being able to go all out in costumes and go to Halloween parties with your friends, but you knew immediately that once those plans were over, you were left in your own accompaniment once again.

Some people would be joyful with spending the rest of their nights after parties and such alone, but you? You were used to the party scene and loved it when it never ended. Lucky for you, your dorky boyfriend of a few months, Park Jisung, always kept the party going.

“Hey, have you guys seen Ji?” You asked Ningning and her boyfriend, Jeno, after finally spotting them dancing together on the dance floor. Your voice was louder than usual due to Michael Jackson's Thriller bumping from the party speakers.

“No, we thought he was with you." Ning looks over to Jeno. “I thought he came with you and the guys.”

You both wait for Jeno's reply, but he just shrugs. “He was supposed to, but he was the last one to get ready. If anyone knows where he is, that's Chenle.”

You click your tongue. “I figured. I'm going to keep looking for him. Thanks, guys!”

Ning’s shout of “Good luck!” was the last thing you heard before you committed to walking through the crowd of musty bodies. You were surprised at how many people went all out on their Halloween costumes this year. Your surprise wasn't a bad thing though; if anything, you loved it.

You almost second-guessed your choice of costume. With you and Ning being the only girls in the group, you felt that it was right if the both of you matched. The angel costumes were cute; you were wearing a black tight dress while she wore white, but taking a look at the decided costumes this year, you began to feel basic.

Once you're out of the crowd, you spot Haechan, Mark, and Yeonjun in the corner. You take notice of Yeonjun trying his best to impress some girl while the two boys next to him silently judge, taking occasional sips out of their red solo cups.

Haechan, in his Pennywise makeup and attire, sees you walking towards them, tilting his head at your costume. “What are you supposed to be? A demonic angel?”

Mark snickers at his friend's comment, which you pout at. “No. I'm just an angel who happens to wear black. And says you, Pennywise, isn't your costume like... super basic?”

Haechan gasps, his hand on his chest for the dramatic effect. Mark rolls his eyes and answers your question instead.

“Every year, the Rockway guys do a group costume. This year, we somehow decided on iconic horror movie killers.”

“Ahhh… So, that explains your Leatherface mask.”

With a nod of his head, Mark replies with a “Yup.”

You glance back at the party, and the sudden remembrance of why you came up to them in the first place hits you. “Oh! By the way, have you guys seen Jisung? I literally can't find him anywhere.”

Your body physically sulks at their answers, telling you they haven't seen him in a while. With your hope slowly decreasing and the urge to ditch the party increasing, you decide to call him one last time. If he doesn’t answer, you’ll cut the party short and head home, unfortunately finding the comfort of your bed more enjoyable than being here. You loved the company of your friends, but it bummed you out that you haven’t seen your boyfriend all night after him telling you that he’ll be here.

After bidding your goodbyes to the group and giving Jeno the responsibility to get Ning home safely, you make your way to your car. It's late October with the breeze finally coming through, resulting in you rubbing your arms in hopes for warmth. As you walk, your ears pick up on the sounds of your heels clicking against the sidewalk cement until they pick up another pair of footsteps near you. At first, you don’t sweat it, already aware of the scattered groups outside of the frat.

But as you walk more down towards your car, the shuffling footsteps don’t leave you. Okay, you’ve had enough of this. Your slight irritation was slowly increasing due to this sudden interruption of your plans to waste the rest of your night away by changing out of this angel get-up and watching comfort films.

The only person you craved to see you in this costume was nowhere to be found, anyway. Finally turning around, you face the person but stay near your car for safety reasons.

“Who are you, and why do you keep following me?” You ask.

You didn’t mean to have your words come out sharply, but when you found out your culprit to be someone in a Ghostface costume, it only made you roll your eyes.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but if you’re just here to mess with me, is it okay if you can choose someone else? I really don’t have the energy for this.”

A beat passes and still no response from the person. It was almost as if their feet were stuck in the cement; you were starting to feel chills at the creepy mask staring back at you. But then, your brain starts to put the pieces together.

The replay of what Mark told you earlier back at the party plays in your head. “Every year, the Rockway guys do a group costume. This year, we somehow decided on iconic horror movie killers.” Would it be a coincidence that Jisung, who you haven’t seen all night, just happens to be right in front of you?

Your face softens at the thought of the mysterious Ghostface being your boyfriend. “Ji, baby, if that’s you, I’m going to smack you. Where have you been all night? I called you three times.”

Still no answer, but now they were slowly walking towards you, revealing what they were holding behind them to be a knife. From where you’re standing, you couldn’t tell if it’s real or a fake replica, but that doesn’t stop your grip on the driver seat handle tightening, ready to pull on it and get the hell out of here.

But you try one last time. “Okay, quit it. This isn't funny.”

By this point, the wondering thoughts of whether this was Jisung or not cloud your mind. You’re now close to each other, and the Ghostface still hasn’t said anything.

You know what? Fuck it! You’re not dying today!

You tug the car door open, ready to rush inside, but the masked John Doe shuts the door before you can. Their gloved hand doesn’t budge on the door, making their body lean against it and impossible for you to get inside.

The fact that they haven’t shoved the knife into your body by now has you suspicious and less frightened, but more agitated. Finally, they remove the mask from their face, revealing—

“Hi, pretty angel.”

Your stupid, cheekily smiling boyfriend.

He has no time to lean in and give you an apologetic kiss on the lips before you smack him on the chest and punch his arm. “You motherfucker!”

“Ow! What the hell was that for?”

Your eyes squint at him asking you that, resulting in another punch to his arm. “Don’t ‘what the hell was that for’ me! You scared the shit out of me!”

You’re about to smack his chest again, but Jisung’s reflex hits faster than yours. Not giving you another opportunity to hit him, he’s quick to take hold of both of your wrists, which you immediately try to get out of. You hate (love) how strong he’s been getting. With his constant drumming and going to the gym with the guys on the side, it became more and more difficult for you to get out of his grip.

With your hands unable to move, he takes the chance and plants quick kisses all over your face. Your face flusters quickly with you trying to move away from his lips. He knows he got you when your tugging to get out of his hands stops and you start giggling.

“Ji, stop it!” Your giggles only increase when his kisses do, leading him to drop your hands and place his on your waist instead.

“I missed you. I’m sorry I didn’t answer; I wanted to keep up the bit of scaring you.” He says after giving you a big cheek kiss and pulling you closer to his chest.

You can’t stop the giddy smile forming on your face. “It’s okay. Just never scare me like that again or I will—” you point your pointy finger on his chest, almost in warning, creating some space between you two, “cut your balls off.”

But he pays no mind to your threat, smiling down at you like a loser in love. “Yes, ma’am. Never again.”

You encircle your arms around his waist, looking up at him doe-eyed. “Now, can we please go home and watch comfort movies?”

“Can I first admire how fuckin’ gorgeous you look in this and then go home?”

Oh. You forgot you had this costume on.

Your cheeks heat up at his words. “Language, Park. You could’ve admired this all you wanted earlier if you didn’t leave me alone the whole night.”

He pouts, “Will I at least see this costume some other time, baby?”

"Hmm.” You pretend to think. “I guess, you just have to wait and see.”

“Why wait when I can see it on you tomorrow?” There's a glint in his eyes, and you know it can only mean trouble.

“Easy, drummer boy.”

Little did he know that his almost insulting prank on you sparked an idea in your head. But it’s best to save that for next year, right?

You guess, with Park Jisung by your side, you wouldn’t mind waiting another year to see what other Halloween pranks he has in store for you.

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604to647 · 2 months ago

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Red Herring

3.3K / Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: You make Detective Rockford a Halloween costume.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Established relationship, nicknames as usual (Shutterbug, baby, gorgeous), lingerie, semi-public sex, desk sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected PiV, bad puns, half-assed costumes.

A/N: Since The Rockford Portfolio was born from @mermaidgirl30’s Ocean Challenge this summer, I thought it was only fitting to write the same couple for Jamie's Halloween Writing Challenge (as always though, the stories in the collection can be read standalone ☺️)! Tim's hatred of Halloween is heavily influenced by Amy Santiago from Brooklyn 99 🤭🤭 Happy Halloween and spooky season everyone!

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 😘 / Series Masterlist

Tim was right. Halloween at a police precinct is a mess.

The streets outside are absolute mayhem, crawling with costumed Halloween revelers stumbling and celebrating in various states of undress and inebriation. No one seems to care that they’re causing a ruckus right outside of a building full of cops. Even walking up the stairs to the main doors, you had found yourself side stepping at least two incidents of vomit, and you still feel a little worried about leaving the trio of drunk Power Puff girls on the bench outside even though they had giggled that they were fine when you asked. There’s no safer place for them to be, you suppose.

The inside of the precinct is no less chaotic than it is outside. It’s exactly as Tim had described. You chuckle to yourself as you pass a couple of patrolmen headed out as Jedi Knights and think back to your conversation earlier this month when Tim told you he would be working on Halloween.

Curled up in Tim’s lap, you’re scrolling through TikTok as he watches some police procedural on the TV that he keeps grumbling at when you come across a few spoopy videos, “Do you think you might want to do a couples costume for Halloween, Detective?”

Tim actually grimaces. He hates Halloween with a passion, “Oh Shutterbug, I’m so sorry – I have to work Halloween. I work every Halloween.”

“Every Halloween?”

“Yeah - ugh. Halloween is honestly such a gong show. People think costumes make them invincible for some reason,” he closes his eyes and scowls at the memory of Halloweens past. “Every patrolman works overtime and is out on the streets breaking up fights, putting people in the drunk tank, getting drunk drivers off the streets.”

He’s not done; Tim brings his paw of a hand to his face and massages it in irritation, “The entire detective squad comes in to help process every idiot that’s brought in: DWI. Underage Drinking. Disorderly Conduct. Assault. Vandalism. Trespassing. Theft. You name it, gorgeous. Halloween is a fucking mess.”

You chuckle a little, you’re not used to seeing your normally unflappable detective so out of sorts, nevermind at the mere thought of a children’s celebration.

“Does everyone hate Halloween like you?”

Tim cracks a smile at this, “No one hates things the way I hate things.” This has you giggling – Tim can be terribly grumpy. “I guess not everyone. The precinct gets decorated and there is a costume contest.”

“Oh!” You perk up at this, “And they arrest people in costume?”

“Might as well,” Tim’s face screws up in annoyance again, “It’s not like anyone respects the uniform on Halloween. You have better luck getting compliance as Godzilla.”

For a second, you imagine Tim sulking behind his desk, filling out public intoxication reports dressed as Batman and you have to stifle a snort of laughter, “But not you though? You don’t dress up?”

“Nope.”

“What’s the costume contest prize?” your eyes twinkle.

“No, nope,” Tim kisses the nose that you’ve scrunched up in mischief, “What do you plan on doing for Halloween, Shutterbug?”

You look thoughtful, the truth is you’re not really up for anything too exciting this year, “I’m probably going to volunteer at the library to give out candy, then I told the girls I’d meet up with them at a pub for some food and drinks. Then they’ll head over to a bar or club or something that’s hosting a Halloween party and I don’t really want to do that. Maybe I could come hang out with you?”

“Of course you can, baby. But just be prepared, it’s going to be messy.”

The bullpen is loud – every desk is occupied by a dog tired, costumed detective taking down statements, yelling into their phone, or typing aggressively away on their computer – some of them doing all three. The holding cell is overflowing, and the occupants are either wildly indignant about their detainment or completely unphased and appear to be continuing whatever reveries that had brought them in from behind bars. There is no in between.

The commotion is so much more unruly than it usually is; it might be unsettling, except for how comical it is to see Tim’s colleagues in various costumes doing their very serious jobs. At a quick glance you see: a bumblebee, a Pikachu, two pirates, an Aquaman, and three Howls from Howl’s Moving Castle.

The juxtaposition of these outfits to the cacophony in the room is hilarious. You spot and wave to Tim’s partner, Detective Arnold Calloway, who’s dressed as Elvis on your way to Tim’s office.

Tim’s door is open but before you announce yourself, you take a moment to ogle your handsome boyfriend as he types, brows furrowed in concentration at his computer. He’s not in costume but you can’t complain – Tim's usual crisp white dress shirt stretches taut across his broad frame, his hunched shoulders restrained slightly by the unforgiving leather of his gun holster. His tie is loose but it’s the only thing that’s loose - Tim’s rolled up shirt sleeves strain to contain his beefy arms, and from where you stand, you can see his exposed forearms flex tightly with every furious punch to the keys on his keyboard. Even without a costume, Tim Rockford looks like a superhero.

“Happy Halloween, Detective.”

The smile that breaks across Tim’s face when he looks up and sees you is nothing short of breathtaking, it sends a blooming warmth through your chest that quickly winds its way down between your legs.

“Happy Halloween, Shutterbug. How’s your night going so far?”

“Pretty fun! The library had so many kids coming in – I gave out so much candy! And dinner was good – the girls say hi. What about you, baby?” You walk around Tim’s desk and lean down to place a sweet kiss to his lips before massaging his weary shoulders.

Tim sighs, “As good as can be expected for this godforsaken holiday. I’ve been to the hospital for interviews twice, and now I’m processing a mountain of misdemeanors.”

You ghost your lips behind Tim’s ear and smile when the little puff of air you blow makes him groan. Planting chaste kisses to the back of his neck as you continue kneading the hard muscles of his back, you chirp mischievously, “I have something that could make your evening more fun, Detective.”

Tim leans back and spins his chair around to face you, smirking, “Oh yeah? What’s that, Shutterbug?”

Chuckling, you reach into your purse and take out a headband with two springs coming out the top like antennae and hold it out to Tim.

“What’s this?”

You point to the tops of the springs: on one you’ve glued an empty packet of Trident gum, and to the other is affixed a small dog toy in the shape of a shoe that you had found at the dollar store. Giggling, you place the headband over Tim’s head and tuck the ends behind his ears, “It’s your costume, Tim. You’re a gumshoe.”

Tim groans and drops his face into his palm. The resulting bounce of the little objects over his head makes you giggle even harder, “See? You were already dressed up and you didn’t even know it.” You wave you hand over Tim’s body.

Detective Rockford peeks through his fingers and when he sees your impish grin and how much joy your mischief is bringing you, he can’t help but grin himself, “Alright, gorgeous. Where’s your costume, then?”

Delighted at how easily Tim’s given in to your silliness, you reach back into your purse and pull out your own headband – a red one with similar antennae to match his black, but at the end of each of your springs is a little plastic fish, swaying and jiggling erratically as you slip the band onto you head and jovially announce, “A red herring for my dashing gumshoe to chase!"

Tim lets out a low gruff of a laugh, one that crinkles the eyes that are already always soft for you, his smile as relaxed as his shoulders now are, “Where’s the rest of your costume? Shouldn’t you be wearing red?” He teasingly does the same waving motion you did to him earlier over your closed trench coat jacket.

If possible, your smile gets even wider when you reply, “I am! You want me to show you?”

“Sure, baby.” To Tim’s surprise, instead of opening your jacket, you coyly saunter over to his office door, closing then locking it. On your way back to him, you start to undo the knot of your jacket belt, letting the lapels of your jacket fall open to reveal the sexist red lace lingerie set Tim’s ever seen in his life. As you slide between Tim and his desk, perching gingerly on the edge, you snicker at your boyfriend’s drooling expression.

“Trick or Treat, Detective Rockford?” you flirt, fingers hooked under the warm leather straps of Tim’s gun holster, lightly tugging to beckon him closer. He obeys.

Hypnotized, Tim slowly brushes his fingers over the frill of the delicate fabric that lays tantalizingly over your delicious curves – leaving goosebumps on your supple skin everywhere his hands graze, and even places they don’t. He unwittingly licks his lips at your pert nipples, already at attention and tenting the crimson red floral lace that hug your tits so prettily – Tim can’t help himself; leaning forward in his chair, he takes one in his mouth.

The soft gasp that you let escape exhales to a throaty groan as you feel Tim’s hands travel down your body; they come to a momentary rest at your hips - tugging teasingly at the ruffled skirt of the garter belt before trailing down the straps. As he rubs the bands that loop around your mid thighs between his thick fingers, Tim chuckles into your chest, “Is that what you wore at the library, baby?”

You giggle uncontrollably and shake your head, little fish above your head dancing wildly on their springs as you push back a little to show Tim how you’re still wearing your modest, library appropriate red dress, but that it’s been unbuttoned and left open under your trench coat. Eyebrow cocked in amusement, Tim hooks his fingers into and pulls down the cups of your bra before diving back in, and you think you hear him mumble something like Dirty girl, through his mouthful of your breasts.

“You never answered my question – trick or treat, Detective Rockford?”

With some reluctance, Tim parts from the softness of your tits to lean back in his chair, ogling your near naked form shamelessly while he pretends to contemplate his response. Finally, he scootches his chair forward and cups one of his powerful hands beneath your boobs and presses so that you lean back – his other pries open your legs so you can accommodate the expansive width of his shoulders.

“I think you already chose ‘treat’ for me, Shutterbug.”

Your girlish squeal as Tim lays a sweet kiss to your clit through the thin fabric of your panties is louder than you’d like and you quickly cover your mouth with a hand in order to muffle it. As Detective Rockford open mouth kisses your panty clad cunt, your eyes roll to the back of your head and the flatness of your palm becomes insufficient to contain your escalating moans – when Tim pulls the gusset of your underwear to the side, the snap of cool air hitting the wetness of your exposed core pulls a cry from your throat that can only be stifled by biting down on the heel of your thumb.

The sting from your teeth causes you to buck into Tim’s face and from that moment forth, there’s no holding back his animalistic lust. Tim licks fat stripe after fat stripe through your folds to the tip of your hardened nub – every new path made by his tongue dug deep and true. Your pooled arousal is collected and swirled over your sweetest dips and waves, then sucked and savoured in his mouth like his favourite whiskey. It might actually be. Tim’s own groans and growls at the sweetness of your taste vibrate right into your cunt and straight to the tightening band beneath your belly.

Eyes taking in the lascivious sight above him, Tim’s dick strains painfully in his pants: his pretty girl is laid near bare and gorgeous, tits bouncing while her face screws up in pleasure, mouth stuffed with her own fist. You're a true heaven that contrasts starkly to the hell of mundane paperwork that Tim thought would make up the bulk of his Halloween shift, still sitting next to you on the very same desk you’re currently writhing on.

With a feral grunt, Tim tongue fucks your slit while his nose and the elastic hem of your pulled back panties work your slippery clit in tandem. He builds and builds until he knows you can’t take anymore, then pushes you over the edge with the tenor of his baritone command to come.

You crest with a wild cry that’s barely contained by your now aching and wet hand, drool running down your wrist as your body shudders with wave after wave of indescribable pleasure.

Only when he feels your lithe body settle does Tim rise to his feet and undo his belt. Lips and facial scruff still shiny with your release, he grins a wolfish grin, “Now it’s time for 'trick', gorgeous.”

Kissing you roughly, Tim busies himself with pulling out his leaking cock as you return his affections just as fiercely, spurned on by the taste of you in your own mouth. He pulls back to clean his face with the back of his arm, and you whimper when you unsuccessfully chase after his lips.

“No need to be greedy, Shutterbug. Your Detective is going to fuck you now,” smirks Tim, notching himself at your entrance and sliding in with ease.

The heft of him still leaves you breathless every time. When you look up at Tim, you find his face relaxed in a look of reverence that tells you he feels the same about the welcome of your warm walls.

“Going to fuck you hard and fast, 'kay baby? Don’t have much time. Can’t have anyone coming in and seeing my pretty girl split on my cock” Tim’s mouth slots over yours and he drinks in your moans at his dirty promise. One of Tim’s meaty hands grips your hip so hard you know he’ll leave a bruising imprint of his desire for you to find tomorrow, the other grabs your lacy garter belt like a cowboy would the reins of his horse; as he starts to ride you, every punishing drive of Tim’s cock leaves you marveling that the delicate fabric doesn’t rip to shreds under his efforts.

“Fuck me, Detective,” you breath, nipping and sucking along Tim’s strong jaw to behind his earlobe where he’s most sensitive. Sticking out your tongue to lick down the column of Tim’s throat, your mouth jolts against Tim’s bobbing Adam’s apple as he continues to thrust into you like a man possessed. The scrape of your teeth and the soothing lave of you tongue over the responsive skin at the base of his neck, cause Tim to groan, low and throaty. When your fingers thread through his soft curls and yank down so to expose more of his neck to your sinful mouth, he retaliates by reaching for your breasts, roughly kneading and worshiping before directing his attention to your nipples.

Without letting up on your sopping hole, Tim rolls and pinches, pulls and tweaks your pert peaks, all while gritting out dirty words of praise:

Pretty thing came to a police precinct tonight to get fucked, didn’t she?

So fucking hot in your little outfit, gorgeous just for me.

This pussy's made my whole fucking night, baby.

You can only hope that your near pornographic wails are adequately buffered by the thickness of Tim’s chest, as you bury your face against the wall of him. The combination of your tight and slick cunt and the added friction of your panties, now soaked with your cream and pressed taut against his cock, has Tim on the expressway; when his pace starts to grow frantic, he leaves your perfect tits to press his thumb down on your clit.

“Oh fuck, Tim! Fuck, I’m going to c-” Tim’s solid and comforting circles on your crying nub are enough to send you over the edge again. Your heaving breaths against his neck and the fluttering of your walls as they clamp down on his length send Tim barreling to join you soon after.

Hands still in Tim’s hair, you card through his dampened waves as the two of you rest forehead-to-forehead, exchanging tender butterfly kisses and soft words of devotion during the comedown from your twin highs.

Knock, knock.

“Rockford.” It’s Arnie.

Tim slips out of you and tucks himself back in before walking to his door, waiting with his hand on the handle to make sure you’ve had time to right and button up your dress before he opens the door to see what his partner wants.

“Rockford, do you have that repor- What’s that?” Detective Arnold Calloway’s eyes widen and he points to the still bobbling springs on the headband that Tim never took off his head.

Tim has no words.

Your hand flies to your mouth and you barely contain the hysterical giggle that threatens to escape. Arnie looks past Tim right at you, and his face breaks out in the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. His eyes dance with mirth and you can’t help but blurt out the answer to his unspoken question, “He’s a gumshoe!!!” The two of you shriek in laughter as Tim stands stiffly, eyes closed in disbelief, willing himself to disappear.

You bound up to the door and loop one arm around Tim’s waist, the other you arch to point to your own headband, beaming, “I’m the red herring in his case!”

Arnie nearly drops the files in his arms to hold his stomach as he cackles, “Perfect costumes! Never thought I’d see the day when Rockford dressed up for Halloween! Forget the report – I need a picture.”

“No pictures,” Tim practically bellows as he storms back to his desk in a huff, headband adornments swinging wildly.

Winking at Detective Calloway, you whisper, “I’ll get a picture,” before you walk back into Tim’s office and settle in on the couch. Tucking your legs under your bum, you pull out the book you checked out of the library earlier before looking up to your sweet boyfriend who's gone back to typing his reports as if he wasn't just ravaging you on that same desk minutes earlier, “Love you, Detective Rockford.”

Tim glances up at the sweet angel who willingly keeps him company on this horrid night and makes it decidedly less horrid; giving you a soft smile, he winks, “Love you more, Shutterbug.”

The Monday following Halloween, you’re putting the finishing touches on dinner when Tim comes home, carrying a large box that he deposits on the kitchen counter with a look of pride and amusement.

“What’s this?” you ask with curiosity, giving Tim a deep welcome home kiss before opening the package to discover a case of wine.

To your gleeful howl of laughter, Tim tells you that he won the precinct Halloween costume contest this year.

You’re looking through the box, picking up the bottles and reading the labels. Malbec. Gamay. Beaujolais. Barbarossa. You take out a bottle of Nebbiolo that you think might work with dinner and exclaim in delight, “Congratulations, Detective! This is a great prize!”

Tim sweeps you into his arms and presses his lips to your pretty pout for a searing kiss, murmuring, “I got a better one right here.”

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dailyadventureprompts · 2 months ago

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Monsterhunt: Wreck, Wrack, & Ruin

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Adventure Hook: The party are hired to put a stop to the undead rising from the old cemetary, and to determine whether it is some forboding sign or a curse brought down by some graverobber, as the town authorities are split on the matter. While investigating they will discover signs of dark rituals taking place, though they will have to be very clever to realize that the infact not at all humanoid.

Background: While most crows are content with petty mischief (and three occasional murder), these three arcane avians have no respect for mortal or godly law, and spend their days sowing curses and petty blasphemies wherever their dark wings take them.

The three carry with them an unrotting eye, the last remnant of a witch by the name of Hemani Lokryn, who used the birds as familiars for years and nurtured them to sentiance with a diet of dead men's brains. When the magehunters finally caught up to Hemani, the three were unable to save her from her cell or execution, so she commanded them to gore out her eye and carry it with them that her spirit might escape her body's fate.

Further Adventures:

When challenged or interrupted the crows make to scatter , as any one of them that survives an encounter and makes it back to where they've hidden Hemani's eye they'll be able to resummon the other two. Generally they always keep one in reserve, but this limits the force of magic they're able to bring to bear in any confrontation. If the party is clever, they'll poof two of the familiars to smoke and feathers and then track the straggler back to their roost.

If they weren't discovered in their earlier capers, the trio may try to bait the party into exploring some obviously haunted dungeon in the hopes of having them dig up some important artifact necessary for their latest scheme. This "bait" might come in the form of one of the crows pretending to be some kind of omen, or a barely legible letter pleading for help delivered in the dead of night. They might even try a breadcrumb trail of golden coins if they get desperate.

A girl has disapeared from her home after a series of strange occurrences, leaving her parents in a state of absolute panic and in need of the adventurers' aid. Always a little odd and shunned by other children for her morbid fancies, Cordelia was overjoyed when a trio of spooky birds decended on her usual sulking spot and told her that she had a great destiny ahead of her. Her new friends weren't exactly lying: Cordelia has a spark of sorcery about her, being the distant scion of the now forgotten Lokryn line after the family moved and changed their name to avoid their then infamous reputation. This makes her the perfect vessel for Hemani's resurrection ritual, as she aims to possess her descendant's body in a twisted "inheritence" ritual. The party will need to act fast to find Cordelia's motivations and trail, the crows have been gaining her trust for weeks with games and magic lessons, and now they lead her to a place of power where they'll take her eye and place their mistress's in its stead.

The story will not end should the party be too late and find the witch ascendant or completely gone. Hemani or "Cordelia Lokryn" as she now calls herself seeks to reclaim the power and influence she once wielded as not all of it fit into the childish body she's stolen. Vaults must be plundered, old servants called up from their resting places, a lair established, all of which may provide the party opportunities to challenge her once again and save Cordelia from her awful "destiny".

All this mucking about with eyes and resurrection has given Hemani a connection to the god of whispered secrets, who now drives the witch to seek out his own long-hidden eye of power. Cordelia's soul barely survived the first grisly grafting, and may be forever lost should she suffer another.

#spooky #halloween #witch #villain necromancer #necromancy #monster hunt #town encounter #bounty #vecna #horror #villain

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leviscolwill · 1 year ago

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— dad!jude bellingham headcanons !

pairing: dad!jude bellingham x fem!reader

req: could you write dad!judebellingham ml <3

note: i tried writing headcanons because i feel like my writing is very 👎👎🍅🍅🍅 at the moment, i hope you'll like it still !! reblogs are VERY appreciated since the tags are in a silly goofy mood right now #useless 😝🤪

tag list: @ceofmercedes <3

it's well established on judeblr that he is a girl dad, so girl dad it is

i think he would spiral a bit over the fact that you're growing a whole human being in you

he would say random shit like “no but do you feel her legs grow ?”

and you're like 😐😐😐 of course not

but the poor boy is just clueless 😪

he would always remind you of how you're the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you're crying your eyes out because ron fell off his chess piece in the philosopher's stone

now,, i think we're all well aware he would spoil your daughter rotten

getting her new clothes or new toys whenever he passes in front of a store because “she might need it one day”

but !! he would never let her turn into a “daddy i want a squirrel” kinda girl

you would both make sure she's very well mannered because he is very aware his parents' education played a big part in who he is today

i feel like being strict wouldn't be a problem for him either

yk being the eldest in his family, he wouldn't be swayed by your girl's pleading eyes when she acts wrong

he would 100% cry on her first day of pre-school (it's the cancer in him)

and he would try to drop her / pick her up from school as much as he possibly can with training and stuff

if you speak another language, you'd learn it to your daughter and use it to talk shit about jude 🤭

“have you seen what he wore today ?” “yeah daddy's shirt is very ugly”

in my case she would say quoicoubeh to him

i feel like he'd get so frustrated and start sulking amd pouting before your daughter reassures him

okayy bc it's spooky szn rn 😋

family matching costumes !! (call it corny 😡 i do not care)

monsters, disney characters or the adams family... he'd have soooo many ideas

he'd go trick or treating just to eat all the sweets

playfights with your daughter for their girl's attention

“it's my mommy !”

“oh yeah ? but mommy liked me before, so i'm the number one in her heart”

“it's not true ! mommy tell him he's a liar”

you can only roll your eyes because he really has beef with a whole child ???

but he's just a kid himself !!

everytime she gets to see uncle jobe she's overly happy

and jude would smack the back of his head when he says a bad word

(like he's not the one to curse at home yk 🙄)

is it a bad thing i think he would secretly hope your daughter has a bad dream so she'd have a good excuse to sleep in between you both ?

because he would

just to cuddle with her

then he regrets it when she wakes him up early in the morning

when she grows up he would be soooo invested in her school's dramas

like, actually asking for updates during dinner like he's dan from gossip girl

“what do you mean ben is dating his ex's best friend ?? he's such a di... bad person”

he'd be so gassed whenever she would wear his shirt (especially at school)

like you got all these clothes but chose this particular england shirt ? 🥹🥹

(as if half her wardrobe isn't his jerseys from every club he's been at)

(+ jerseys he exchanged with other players and signed jerseys by football legends)

he would sooo show her off to his teammates

“yeah my girl knows how to read now” 😎

and show every picture of her EVER

even the embarrassing ones

100% would introduce his friends as uncles

“say hi to uncle gio” (🫠)

now hear me out bc i think it's my favourite idea

he would totally look up hairstyles tutorials for your babygirl and try them out

once he gets the hang of it, he would never stop finding new ones

and since he doesn't have a sister, he would go to his mum for advice

on hair, but also girl stuff so he can pretend he already knows it all in front of you

you'd also go to his mum to advice tho, because being a parent (especially a mum) is never easy

and she would gladly share all of them with you

when you get into fights with jude your girl would always try to make it better

“dad says he's sorry”, “mum said she's not mad anymore”

of course you both know she's lying but somehow it always works ???

so your relationship is the prime example of what she's looking for when she grows up

and she secretly hopes she gets to love her s/o just like her parents love each other (too corny now ?)

anyways jude would treat you both like his little princesses, and he's so so so grateful he gets to live a lifetime with you two

or maybe more than two who knows 🚶‍♀️

#is it too messy ??#or is it readable ?#is this too much ?#yeah probably #jude bellingham x reader #football x reader #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham #jude bellingham headcanons #football one shot #football fluff #football imagine #football headcanon

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altocat · 1 month ago

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FIRST SOLDIER EPISODE 2: CHAPTER 1

It's finally time! We were waiting FOREVER. I know you guys are very excited for Babygeal and Miniroth's first adventure together. So I'm recapping what you might have missed if you weren't able to see the chapter! Let's go!!!!

We open on the mysterious woods, a hooded figure staggering around wheezing and gasping. He's in some sort of ruins location. He drops a video camera cutting to images of sephiroth in fire and flashing forward to glimpses of scenes we'll see later in the story. We see Sephiroth, Angeal, and a Lucrecia-looking character named ALISSA. A new soldier ally? But she looks a LOT like Lucrecia so it's weird. A new friend? Or something...else?

Alissa is shown to be mentioning something about Sephiroth taking a magic sword (Masamune) and how it will empower him. Or, as she puts it, CHANGE THE WORLD. More clips from the trailer.

We cut to the present with Miniroth sleeping on the helicopter. Angeal disturbs his sleep like we saw before. It's still 1992 btw so not too much later than the Rhadore mission.

Miniroth is grumpy. Camera guy is here too--his name is Bachman.

Angeal is SIXTEEN also btw if you're wondering. Seph is prob 14 or 15.

Angeal keeps yapping and LMAO he's already talking about dumbapples. Miniroth is super annoyed and keeps blowing him off.

Angeal guesses that Seph has ever been lectured before and Miniroth FLASHES BACK TO GLENN. I'm already sad.

Bachman is reminiscing like this is a documentary he's looking back on. Angeal and Sephiroth land in September of 1992 into the ruins of Robio, on the southern tip of Wutai. Their objective is to find a bunch of missing soldiers.

Bachman is with the Shinra Records and Archives division. Sephiroth already hates being filmed. Bachman is basically there for propaganda reasons. Sephiroth WILL NOT humor his questions and is getting increasingly pissy.

Angeal is determined to find the missing soldiers no matter what. Four missing soldiers.

A monster appears! Sephiroth doesn't want to fight with the cameras rolling so Angeal steps in to fight for him. Angeal asks why Sephiroth didn't fight, Sephiroth says that Angeal had it handled. Bachman keeps hassling them for PR footage. Sephiroth was not informed about being filmed and is sulking. The guy is DONE.

They enter the Igara Forbidden Zone. It's a spooky place. Shinra thinks they're hiding something there. This is where the soldiers went missing. Angeal guesses there's some evil sort of entity in the area. Sephiroth is checked out.

Angeal tries to get Seph to cut loose. There's tension between them. Seph won't open up. The incident with Glenn really hurt him. He doesn't trust anyone.

Angeal spots something. It's a soldier and he's dead. Angeal is sad. He knew this guy and he was one of his friends. Angeal says they'll bring the body back later. They have to find the others.

They trek deeper into the Forbidden Zone. Angeal leads the way. ANOTHER body! That's 2/4 soldiers found.

Bachman brings up the Rhadore mission. Sephiroth flashes back again to the FS trio being kind to him. Sephiroth lies about how close he was to them, pretending he never got emotionally involved. But even then, Sephiroth is upset af when they are called traitors to Shinra. It's weighing on him.

Sephiroth tells Angeal that he's a special soldier. He's the only one who can speak freely to Professor Hojo. He warns Angeal THEY'LL NEVER BE FRIENDS (lol). Hojo must have done some shit to Seph before this mission, since he's so closed off. Angeal muses that being around Hojo must have fucked up Sephiroth's personality.

A third dead soldier found. Sephiroth still doesn't want to fight when monsters show up. Peak Grumpyroth. Only one more soldier left to find.

Sephiroth says that the wound on the body was made with a blade, the same as the other bodies. A PERSON killed the soldiers, not monsters. Angeal wants Seph to help him out and share intel. Sephiroth is not being agreeable.

They take a short break. Bachman brings up being friends with soldiers and says that Seph keeps to himself. Angeal lectures on TEAMWORK. Seph blows him off again. Sephiroth brute forces his way through without teamwork.

Angeal says he always wanted to work with Seph. He says if they can't be friends then at least comrades? Sephiroth keeps depersonalizing himself. He keeps calling himself just a "weapon" or a "machine". Angeal is DETERMINED to be his friend no matter what. They can get stronger through bonds. But Sephiroth is still depressed and checked out.

Lol they talk about ninjas. Angeal has fought them in simulations.

FUCKING HOJO JUMPSCARE. Seph flashback of fighting in simulations with Hojo overlooking his training. Angeal's data was included to test how Sephiroth operates with a team. Huh. Angeal was apparently partners with Seph in those simulations due to rankings. LOL GEN NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO PLACE I GUESS.

Angeal senses something's not right about this place (NO YOU THINK?). They talk about Soldier Intuition. Camera man is literally just there for Angeal to talk to since Seph won't talk to him lol.

Seph says they're being watched. Sephiroth just senses it while blowing off the whole intuition thing. We see a spooky purple presence tailing them.

Another body! The final one! And they're alive! But suddenly an old man with an INCREDIBLE AMAZING SWORD shows up. Sephiroth says that the geezer is unworthy to hold such a beautiful weapon. It's the Masamune btw. In case that isn't obvious. And the old man's name is Swordsmith Masamune.

NAMELESS (Sephiroth's old sword) breaks during the clash (rip). The old man says that he's the master swordsmith of Robio. He brags about how COOL AND AWESOME HIS SWORD IS. And how no matter how long he's waited, no one has come to claim the sword as their own (lol till now). He then runs off.

The injured soldier stirs and removes their helmet. It's that Lucrecia-looking chick Alissa. Sephiroth IMMEDIATELY panics because SHE LOOKS LIKE HIS MOTHER SADRFGHJGFD

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON ASEDRFGHFDS She asks if she looks like Sephiroth's sweetheart...or his MOTHER. AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS!!!!

But wait there's apparently extra content? Little glimpses. Hm...

Snippet 1: Angeal tells Bachman to take Alissa to safety while they gather their fallen allies. Sephiroth is still freaked out by Alissa. The mission wraps up. Bachman muses that there is no other soldier like Sephiroth. But the second he lost his sword...there were cracks in his psyche. Hm...

Snippet 2: Sephiroth is having a dream. It's his mother's voice and HOLY SHIT he's dreaming about seeing her im going to pass away. I'm going to die FUCK he's dreaming of having her with him and being in her life and hersdfdsdfs she makes him dinner and it's PUMPKIN SOUP AND I'M DYING HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCK ASEDRFGHJGFDSADFGHGFDSDSFGHFDS it's a fantasy in his head AND HE AND AND SHE ASDFGHFDSA I'm sobbing SHE HUGS HIM AND I'M ASDFGDSFD

Snippet 3: Angeal is thinking back to a memory with his father. It's Gillian's birthday. We see young Angeal with his dad and they're bringing out food for his mother enjoying a nice picnic. Angeal says he wants to do more cooking. Just some cute Banora lore mostly. Angeal is talking about enlisting. The extra wages will help his family. They toast in honor of sending him off. Angeal reflects on doing meaningful stuff with his life by joining SOLDIER.

END chapter. Whew. Holy cow. Super intriguing stuff. Who is Alissa? Why does she look like Sephiroth's mom? What's with the Masamune? Will Sephiroth EVER trust Angeal? ALSO HOLY SHIT WE GOT A CANON MOMMY ISSUES SCENE WITH Seph and Lucrecia I'm going to die.

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chelseeebe · 24 days 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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inactivewattpadauthor · 1 month ago

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🎃Dark Raiden x Child Reader Short: Dress Up🎃

~~~~~~~~~~~~ The red statics around Raiden intensify as he's in a more agitated mood than usual.

The academy without Liu or Lao is nothing but filled with incompetent children, and not the younger ones learning.

Sighing, he should've stayed at the Temple. The God gets things done by himself easily if needed.

Walking off so his powers don't cause any harm, he scowls. Until he bumps into something.

"Oof!"

Someone.

He stands and looks down. It was a child shaking off the accidental bump before looking up.

From your perspective, this man is a tower. A scary one. But you both simultaneously processed each other.

Your cute conical hat and blue over white wear was so much like his before his dark road.

And that's exactly what you were going for. Dressing up as the person before you right now.

You smile widely at your idol before sulking. "Aww, I thought you were blue."

𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵, just 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 did the now calming electric statics go from red to blue and stayed for a moment.

Raiden's faced eased up and the statics weren't even there anymore. A little child could've dressed up as anything or anyone, but you chose to be him.

"You look more spooky with red. I didn't know gods celebrated Halloween, too." You pointed out naively.

They don't. But Raiden just couldn't deny you.

The dark lord is ruthless ever since his corruption, but you were too adorable to the point he felt like his counterself. Imagine if Fujin was here.

"You wear the outfit better than I do, young one." He nods at you, speaking with a surprising softer voice.

"Can I have a hug?" You kindly ask the lord.

Oh, his heart. "Of course." What type of evil would say no? Raiden had to crouch down for you to embrace you.

You didn't see it but when he blinked his eyes went back to light blue. The original color with a heartfelt smile.

You reminded him of little Liu Kang. Considering that was the last time he's hugged a small human.

Breaking off the hug you tilt your hat to him like he'd do. "I have to go now, my big brother is supposed to walk me home."

Keeping his small smile, he does the same to you before you run along. He watches you until you disappear.

Lord Raiden has come to a conclusion. Red is a terrible color without any consultation of the Elder Gods.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat headcanons #mk imagine #mk headcanons #lord raiden #dark raiden #raiden #raiden x reader #goddesswritings

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drmaddict · 10 months ago

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Spooky Girl

Summary: Ghost, Soap, Rudy and König have a girlfriend who just likes things, that are a bit spooky. (Just a few little scenes that my brain spit out.)

Wordcount: 2.497

Ghost

"Are you growing your hair out, L.T.?" Johnny laughed and flicked Simon's wrist.

Simon reacted as expected. Not at all. He stared at Johnny motionlessly.

"Fits the look, after all.", the sergeant winked at him.

Simon rolled his eyes and pulled his sleeve over the hairband on his wrist.

Johnny continued to grin. "My sisters say these scrunchies are best for the hair. There's less friction. So no split ends."

Simon continued to stare at him.

"Are you going to tell me why you've got that thing on?", he grumbled.

"No.", was Simon's simple answer before he turned back to his food. It was nobody's business. (Y/n) was nobody's business, or what was between them. It was still too fresh anyway. This was his first mission since they had met. He wasn't sure what to make of this relationship yet. He liked her. It wasn't because of that. He was just too used to being alone. It scared him. His therapist would probably have found a bigger, more important-sounding word for his emotions, but fear seemed appropriate enough to Simon.

She was weird. He was weird too. He had started to like the weirdness. He was probably too old for her. Maybe he wasn't. He'd never been in a relationship. He'd never had to discuss the fact that his hoodies were actually HIS hoodies until a few months ago. She had only told him that they were hers now, as if that was the most normal thing in the world. But she looked really cute in them. She'd beamed at him when he'd unceremoniously thrown three of his hoodies on her bed.

"Until I get back.", he'd mumbled.

She had then pulled her hairband off her head and put it around his wrist. The black satin with the little skulls on it was soft and had immediately clung to his skin.

"So that you'll really come back.", she had said and kissed him on the forehead.

"Always.", he had mumbled.

"Who is she?" Johnny asked him directly. He looked at him with gentle playfulness.

Simon snapped out of his memory. He looked into his friend's blue eyes. "You don't trust me with a 'he'?", he grinned under his mask.

"Well then HE definitely has long hair."

Simon shook his head in amusement. "A little one from home. It's still fresh."

"Photo?", Johnny continued to grin.

Simon shook his head.

"Oh come on!"

"No Johnny."

Johnny looked at him like a petulant puppy. "At least describe her.", he sulked.

Simon sighed and rummaged for a small photo in his pocket. The boy wouldn't stop anyway. He plonked it in front of the sergent and stared at it.

Johnny stared at the photo. "A goth chick?" Johnny reached for the photo, but Simon immediately pulled it back to him and put it away. Johnny looked at him in surprise. "Hot.", he grinned.

Simon just grumbled.

"Yes, I get it. I can see it. You fit together."

Another grumble.

Johnny grinned like an idiot.

"What?", Simon snapped at him.

"Does she have a friend?"

Simon just rolled his eyes. His cell phone buzzed.

A message from (Y/n). When he opened the message history, he saw a picture of a rabbit skull.

'For your collection?' it said underneath.

Simon looked at the picture. He had been glad, that she didn't see his little hobby as disgusting. But that she was now also participating in it. It was a beautiful bone. Completely intact.

'Beautiful. Where did you get it?‘

'Judas picked it up on our walk.‘

Judas was her dog. A stubborn but tough creature. It was probably her type.

'Put it on the ant farm. I'll bleach him when I come back next week.‘

'The three of us are waiting for you. ;)'

When he looked up again, Johnny was still grinning at him.

"The little one really has you wrapped around her finger."

Simon just raised an eyebrow.

"Good for you L.T."

Simon grumbled in agreement.

Soap

"What magazine did you cut that out of?" Kyle laughed.

Soap pulled off his boots. "Huh?" he groaned and looked at his friend.

Kyle pointed to Johnny's locker page and the photo hanging in it.

Johnny followed Kyle's suggestion with his gaze and immediately furrowed his eyebrows. "That's my girlfriend you douche!"

"That's never your girlfriend! She's far too pretty... Apart from the fetish make-up."

Johnny threw his boot at Gaz. "Don't talk about my girl like that!", he growled.

Gaz raised his hands defensively. A grin stretched across his face. "Oh come on."

Johnny continued to scowl at him. Simon came into the changing room and looked at them both wordlessly. Without another comment, he went to his locker.

"How can you always train with that thing on your head?", Johnny asked him.

"Habit.", came the curt reply.

Johnny rolled his eyes as Gaz clapped his hands with a laugh. "So you've got a type!"

Johnny looked at him in confusion. Simon paid him no attention at all.

"Dark and intimidating," Garrick winked at him and nodded towards Simon.

Johnny followed his gaze and a blush immediately appeared on his cheeks.

"I don't have a type!", he barked.

Gaz chuckled in amusement. "Sure."

Simon slammed his locker shut conspicuously loudly and disappeared just as wordlessly as he had come.

The two of them looked after him.

"She's very different from him.", Johnny grumbled immediately.

"Is she?"

"Yes, she's very reserved, but when you get to know her better, she's really funny. She likes to tell jokes, you know? Even if she's more into dark humor. And she likes her order, but accepts my chaos and she's not immediately put off by my job. Well, she goes to therapy, but she's actually really tough."

"Where did you two meet?"

"At a shooting range for my brother-in-law's stag party. She's really amazing. She could almost be a sniper and..." Johnny eyes widened.

Gaz grinned knowingly.

"Oh God! I'm dating L.T.!" Johnny exclaimed, overwhelmed.

"Really, how did you notice?"

Johnny threw his second boot at him. "What if I'm just trying to replace something with her?", he asked anxiously.

Now Gaz looked at him, confused. "What now?"

"Well... What if I subconsciously just saw her as a replacement. God I'm such an asshole."

"How many times did you try to enroll before you were finally eighteen?", Gaz asked him firmly.

"I stopped counting. What's that got to do with it?"

Gaz shrugged his shoulders. "You're nuts, but you know what you want. You've never accepted an alternative before."

Johnny looked at the photo in the locker. "No I never have."

Gaz nodded. "You clearly have a thing for mentally unstable Halloween decorations, but that doesn't mean you only want the girl as a substitute."

Johnny nodded. "Yeah, you're right. She's really great, you know?"

Gaz grinned. "I'll take your word for it."

"She always makes chocolate muffins, that look like the little coal men from Chihiro.", Johnny smiled at the photo. "And she can cook! I really put some weight on the last time, I was with her. It's almost like the good old times at grandmas.", he grinned to himself. "Even if it scares me a little, how relaxed she is with the house ghost."

"Please what??" Gaz blinked at him in surprise.

"The house ghost. She calls him Edgar. After the guy who built the house. She bought this old victorian house and at night you can always hear the back door banging open and shut and someone running up and down the stairs. But never up to the top floor. That was built on later. I nearly wet my pants the first night, when I went to see what was going on and this gigantic mirror fell on me. The thing was secured with six sturdy wall anchors! SIX! Well, I didn't set foot in the house for two weeks after that, but she says she's negotiating a deal."

Gaz looked at him with horror in his eyes.

Johnny shrugged his shoulders. "I'm used to it by now. But the noise is a bit annoying."

Gaz gave him a forced smile. "You see. You don't have anything like that with Ghost... No ghosts with Ghost."

Rudy

He was sitting in his small kitchen with Alejandro, listening to everything about Ale's last date, until they were interrupted by a loud noise.

Ale flinched in surprise and looked at the kitchen counter behind him. Rudy immediately ran to the counter and grabbed a cell phone. He wiped the green icon across the display and held it to his ear.

"(Y/n)s phone. Rodolfo on the line. - Yes, you forgot it here. - No, no problem. - Good. See you in a minute."

He placed the device on the kitchen table and looked into Alejandro's shocked face. "What? Was? That?"

"(Y/n) left her cell phone."

Ale looked at him like he was stupid. "What was that sound?"

"Her ringtone?" Rudy replied hesitantly. "Yeah... Her taste in music is a bit... special," he admitted, looking at the device again.

"A bit? It sounded like a pig had been tormented.", Alejandro said indignantly.

Rudy grinned. "Somehow that relaxes her." He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I think the band was called... I can't remember. Lorna something."

Ale looked at him skeptically. "Wait. Is she coming over? I can finally see the mystery (y/n) with my own eyes?"

Rudy sighed. "Be nice, please."

"I'm always nice."

"Hmph."

Ale gave him an annoyed look. "I'll pull myself together."

"No subliminal threats.", Rudy stated firmly.

Alejandro started to speak, but didn't get the chance.

"And certainly no direct ones!"

The colonel fell back against the back of his chair, annoyed. It wasn't as if he had no manners. If anything, some even found his temperament attractive.

"Fine," he grumbled.

Rudy nodded in satisfaction as he heard the front door open.

"Hey." (Y/n) called down the small hallway.

Rudy stood up and walked towards her.

Alejandro didn't know what he had expected, but somehow he had always imagined her... pinker.

When Rudy spoke of his girlfriend, it sounded like he was talking about the sweetest creature on earth, who couldn't hurt a soul. Alejandro had envisioned a girl in a summer dress with pink lipgloss kissing Rudy on the cheek.

What he saw was a girl dressed in black. Transparent cut-outs, heavy boots and various buckles adorned her body.

Her lips, which Alejandro had always imagined to be pink, were painted black, just like her eyes.

She gave Rudy a quick kiss on the lips. "Sorry, I'm only here for a moment. Sofia got tickets for a concert today. I'd rather not ask how. Oh hi!"

She waved to Alejandro.

"This is Alejandro." Rudy introduced him.

He waved at (Y/n), overwhelmed.

"I'm (Y/n)." she replied quickly.

"You sure?" asked Ale before he could stop himself.

Rudy immediately gave him a warning look before turning back to (Y/n). "Be careful."

She kissed him again on the tip of his nose. "I'll text you when I get home. Bey Alejandro!" she called out and was already gone again.

Alejandro looked dully into the hallway. Rudy looked back with a raised eyebrow.

"Well I didn't expect THAT.", Alejandro said.

Rudy sighed.

"Oh come on! You described a lamb!" He threw his hands up in the air dramatically. "Not a little vampire. No matter how cute she seems to be."

Rudy sighed devotedly and sat down at the table.

"She's just like I told you."

"So... a black lamb?"

The corners of Rudy's mouth twitched. "Yes. That fits."

"To get back to the, let's call it 'music'."

"I don't get it either.", Rudy smiled with amusement.

König

"Little bat?" König asked his girlfriend cautiously. She was sitting in one of his shirts next to his legs in front of the couch, looking thoughtfully at her puzzle, while the movie of her choice was playing on TV.

"Yes Bear?" she asked without looking up.

His eyes darted to the television at a particularly organic sound, before quickly settling back on her.

"Um... I know I said 'My job is war and I can take more than nornal humans'."

(Y/n) looked up and grinned mockingly.

"But I admit that your warning was probably... justified."

She grinned at him openly. "No (y/n)! I've seen and done things-"

"All right!" he interrupted her. A woman on the television screamed. "Is this girl still alive?" he asked in disgust.

(Y/n) pressed a button on the remote control and the movie stopped.

"There's no way anyone could survive something like that," he huffed.

His little bat just took a sip of his coffee. "The lore is, that Art keeps someone alive ,until he's satisfied. He decides when you die."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"It's horror. It's not supposed to make sense." She patted his gigantic thigh. "You held out very well, but you dropped out of the movie. You lost the bet. You have to order today.", she smiled mischievously.

He grumbled and reached for the tablet.

"No! You have to call! That was the bet."

He looked murderously at the phone. He hated ordering food. Which made no sense, considering his job and his career in it. He was a grown man. He made most people afraid, but still. These everyday situations weren't exactly easy for him. It wasn't like it used to be, but it would never be normal either. Nobody had to like him in his job. No one expected him to be polite. In the real world, there were all these rules and unspoken regulations.

"Like always?" he asked her. She just nodded and went back to looking at her puzzle.

Sometimes it was funny. They both weren't the most confident when it came to social interaction, even though the world always thought they should be. Him because of his body. Her because of her look.

They had started making bets. The loser had to make phone calls or tell the waiter in the restaurant that the food was going back.

He ordered the pizza and felt (Y/n) put a hand on his knee. He had started wiggling his legs again. A habit that had always upset his mother. She stroked his knee with her thumb and he brought his limbs back to rest. With a sigh, he tossed the cell phone towards the pillow. It was nice that he didn't feel any anxiety with her. It was nice to have someone who gave him the space to find peace.

"What kind of picture is this going to be?", he asked her, stroking her hair and looking at the dark puzzle.

"Blackness."

"Blackness?"

"Yes. It's just black." She grinned.

"Why?"

"Because we as humans like to play God. The nice thing is... There's a reference picture."

He grinned. He loved how she was amused by little things like that. He loved his little bat. Her and her bloody pointless puzzle.

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anemptypuddingcup · 1 year ago

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Soaking your skin.

Siren!Nami x Female Reader.

Smut short.

Contains: Can be either OPLA or Anime Nami. This one isn’t spooky. Siren!Nami. Reader is afraid of the water. Reader is very nervous in this one. Fear play. Fingering in water. Fingering. Nami holding you in the water. Mommy kink. Begging to cum- Huehue, sloppy kisses. Nami being the pretty lesbian she is.

Nami adored how pretty you were. She also adored your cute little reactions to everything, it was like watching an angel in heaven. You were so sweet and adorable, she couldn’t help it once she had gotten your attention. You came to the beach everyday but she could never gain the courage to speak to you. She had noticed you sitting there alone on the beach, sulking while the grains of sand sticked to skin of your thighs.

Taking a deep breathe, Nami swims over to shore and over to you, her body halfway into the salty sea water while she focused her attention onto you. “Hey! Hey!” She calls out to you and tries to catch your attention, but you continue to sit there and sulk, making Nami pout.

She hums before she begins to sing, the sound waves of her voice traveling over into your ears and causing you to raise your head. You look over at her and scoot back from the shore, a nervous gasp leaving you while she stared at you. “Hey there pretty~ You seem so lonely. Is everything alright?” She asked, propping her head against her hand while her tail begins to flap with excitement.

You hesitate and look around before looking back to her. With a nervous yet reluctant sigh leaving your lips, you crawl on all fours across the sand and over to her. You were even prettier in person, your pretty glistening eyes staring into hers with nervousness yet slight interest. “W-Who’re you? Were you watching me?” You ask her, blinking to her.

Nami nods to your question before smiling, her eyes giving quick glances to your breasts while your eyes fluttered nervously. “I was, I have been for a very long time. You always look so lonely and sad, so I decided to speak to you~” Nami says sweetly, her arms pulling her body up higher onto shore. She reveals her beautiful yet shimmery orange tail to you, flapping it against the waves while your eyes widens from shock.

You quickly pull away from her and she giggles. “It’s okay cutie, I don’t bite~” She says to you, letting out a sweet laugh. “Y-You’re- You’re-“ You say, your voice trembling through your words. “I’m a siren sweetheart, but I’m not here to hurt you. In fact, I just want to spend time with a pretty girl like you.” Nami says to you. You blink blankly before moving in closer, your eyes more focused on her pretty tail.

“Would you like to swim with me? The water’s a bit warmer today.” Nami asks, you, lifting her head up to you. You shake your head in sudden response before speaking any words. “Oh no no no, I-I can’t swim. Actually, I’m more afraid of going out far into sea.” You admit, pulling away once again. Nami holds her hand out to you before smiling sweetly.

“Do you trust me?” She asks you, quirking a brow to you. You stared at her hand for a moment. You had nothing better to do, plus it was better than sitting there moping around on the beach. You reluctantly take her hand and she pulls yours softly, wanting you to get into the water with her. Standing up on your feet, you follow her, the further you went the tighter Nami held your hand.

As you walked farther into the sea shore, the water began to rise higher, to the point where the water began to reach above your neck. Panic begins to settle in and you being to flail around in the water and gasp out. “H-Hey! Hey! H-Help me please!” You yell out, reaching to Nami. Nami giggles before wrapped her arms around your tummy, her large breasts pressing up against your back while a dark blush dusts your cheeks.

You feel Nami pull you up from the soaking sandy ground, her arms holding you close to her while she helps you both float.

She pulls you in closer before whispering to you, making you jolt from her sudden whisper against your ear. “Is that better for you sweetheart?” She asks you. You turn back to her and look around before nodding slightly. She chuckles and you feel her hands rub up along your tummy, making you mewl.

“Such soft skin you have…” She says to you, pressing her face against your shoulder. You stayed quiet for a moment as your face begins to burn up from her touch and slight affection.

“So what’s your name? My name’s Nami~ It’s such a pleasure to meet you…” Nami says, finally introducing herself.

“_-________.” You whisper shakily to her. She pulls you in closer before giggling, pressing a smooch against your pretty shoulder.

“What a pretty name, it suits a cutie pie like you~” She compliments to you. “T-Thank you, Nami…” You say out, looking back at her again. Nami pulls you in, pressing smooches against your skin which causes you to mewl out.

“Ahhh, you’re so adorable aren’t you sweetness?~” She hums to you, pressing a smooch to your cheek while she held on tight to your body. Her long tail flapped beneath the water while she made sure you didn’t sink beneath her arms.

You turn back to her once again and blush deeply, your eyes softening as the landed onto her pretty eyes. You could see all of the precious and pretty details in her face as she gave you a heartwarming smile. She smelled sweet of citrus, and her lush apricot hair made the sight even more mesmerizing.

You felt her hand play with your bikini top, trailing her hands against the softness of your breasts intentionally in the process. You gasp out as you felt one of her fingers graze your nipple and you begin to thrash around for a second before breathing heavily.

“N-Nami…P-Please…Hold me tighter..” You whisper to her, your hangs gripping her forearms tightly as the sudden panic began to sink in once again.

Nami’s arms tightens around you and she smiles before pressing a smooch to your ear. “I promise, you’re not gonna sink…okay love?” She tells you, her lashes fluttering to you while she stared with love deep in her eyes. You bit your bottom lip and sigh heavily as you stare into her pretty auburn eyes.

“Do you want to get out? We can if we need to okay?”

“No…It’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You look nervous…like you’re close to a breakdown.”

You look down at the crystal clear water before looking back at Nami. “It’s…fine.” You sighed heavily, trying your hardest to relax for Nami. Nami slides a hand down between your legs, and your body shudders from the sudden touch.

“N-Nami-“ You gasp out to her, your body growing warmer against the cold cold waters.

“Shh…Just relax okay?” She whispers to you, sliding her hands farther past your bathing suit. You gasp out as you felt Nami slide her fingers past your bikini and against your clit, swirling and circling her fingertips softly around your sensitive pearl.

“N-Nami~” You moan out Nami’s name and begin to arch your back, another gasp leaving you as you felt her slide her fingers down your slit.

Nami teases your entrance, pressing smooches and hickeys against your neck and ear while she circled your entrance to your sweet hole. “You want them? Do you want my fingers inside of you?” She asks you, pressing a smooch to your jaw. You sigh out to her and nod shamefully, a little giggle leaving her as she runs her fingers up and down, and along your slit.

“P-Please Nami~” You moan out to her, opening your legs a bit more beneath the water. Nami smirks before slowly sliding two digits into your pussy, a little whine leaving you as she stretches your cute little pussy with her fingers. A sudden touch against your g-spot makes you gasp out suddenly and jolt against Nami, the water creating ripples with your every movement.

You feel Nami pump her digits into you, thrusting her fingertips into your g-spot with ease and ferocity. You whine and gasp out against you, laying your head against her shoulder while she pleasured you.

Feeling your cunt tighten around her fingers, she gives you a little giggle before moving her hand faster. Your feet were practically above water and the sight of your toes curling made Nami chuckle with excitement. “Ah!~ Ah N-Nami!~” You moan out her as she fucks your sweet cunt with her fingers, making your body melt against hers. You hear Nami giggle behind you as she relished in your whines and moans, her tail flapping with excitement.

“Does that feel good hm? Is mommy Nami making you feel so good?~” Nami cooed, teasing you as she nudges her fingertips against your g-spot. You clench your teeth and let out a shaky moan, shutting your eyes softly while you began to buck your hips a bit against her fingers. “Y-Yes!~ M-Mmgh! F-Fuck yes!~” You moan out, your eyes fluttering as you threw your head back. You feel Nami stuff her other hand beneath your bikini top, her hand groping your breast and her fingers pinching and teasing your hardens bud.

You breathe heavily against her while you looked at the water, your heart beginning to pound from fear and arousal. “N-Namiiii!~” You whine out Nami’s name as the fear begins to sink in more, the pleasure close to clouding your mind while the fear clouded your body and its senses.

“Oh fuck!~ H-Hah!~ N-Nami!~” You moan out Nami’s name shakily as you felt the warmth brewing in your tummy. Nami’s feels your body tense, and she knew that you were close to an orgasm. “Hm? What’s wrong baby? You wanna cum?” Nami asked, looking into your eyes. Your eyes began to cross as you nodded profusely, your gasps growing louder yet heavier. “Y-Yes!~ I-I’m gonna cum! F-Fuck I’m gonna cum Nami!~” You gasp out to her, arching your back as you felt her fingers thrust in and out of your cunt faster.

Nami suddenly pulls her fingers from you, making you gasp before whining out in displeasure. “If you want to cum, you’ll have to beg mommy Nami for it~ You can beg for me can’t you?” Nami asks, looking into your eyes with lust. You whined and sighed out before biting your lower lip and closing your eyes.

“P-Please Nami-“

“Ah ah, that’s mommy Nami baby.”

“P-Please mommy…Can I cum? I wanna cum on your fingers so badly mommy~”

Your whimpers and begging caused Nami to shiver and tremble with arousal and she sighs out lovingly. “Oh god you’re so adorable…Yes you can cum now. Mommy’s giving you the permission to cum now~” Nami moans to you, now shoving her fingers back into your needy hole.

You gasped and whine out as your feet begins flail around in the water. Nami thrusts her fingers hard and fast inside of you, watching your pretty face twist while she felt your wall flutter around her fingers. “M-Mommy!~ O-Oh god! I-I’m gonna!-“ You gasp out loudly and arch your back against Nami before cumming, your juices squirting out into the salty sea water while you let out a beautiful and angelic moan.

Nami moans in delight as she felt your body shiver against hers, feeling you climax in her fingers. “That’s it, let it all out for mommy~” She whispers to you, relaxing her head against your shoulder. You breathe heavily against her before a whimper left your lips, her fingers circling your clit to ride out your high.

“Mmh~ Nami~” You gasp before turning your body around fully, your hands gripping her shoulders tightly to prevent yourself from falling out of her grasp. Nami pulls her fingers from your cunt and holds your body tight and close to hers, your breasts practically squishing against each others. You press a smooch to her lips and her eyes widens in surprise from the sudden attack. She moans past your lips and her eyes begins to roll up while she keeps your lips against hers.

You feel her slide her tongue past your lips and you moan out as she dominates your mouth, yearning for a long, sweet and delicious kiss after so long. You hear Nami moan into your lips and she pulls away, gasping out as a string of saliva spills from both of your sweet lips. “Ahh~ Y-Your lips feel so fucking wonderful~” Nami moans out to you before kissing you once again.

You giggle against her lips and mewl out before pulling back once again.

“Yours do too Nami~” You moan, wrapping your arms around her body and hugging her tight. Nami lays her head against your shoulder and sighs out happily, rubbing her soft fingers along your back. “You’re so adorable ________…I don’t want to take you back to shore…” Nami pouts to you, staring you deep in your eyes. You giggle to her before pressing a smooch to her lips one more time.

“I promise I’ll come by everyday…” You whisper to her before giggling. Nami smiles and sighs out lovingly before pulling your body along with hers, dragging you back to shore. You’re felt around for the sandy grains beneath your feet, pressing your feet against the sand before slowly walking up to shore. You walk up to shore, your feet digging into the sand while the grains began to stick to your soaking skin.

Your turn back to see Nami, giving her a smile before waving back to her. She waves and smiles back at you, her face softening as she grew upset from your departure. “I love you!” She yells out to you, waving her hand as blush begins to dust her cheeks. You give her a look of shock before smiling wider to her.

“I love you too Nami! See you again tomorrow!”

From then on you made sure to visit her everyday, with her waiting and yearning for your arrival with each passing moment.

My lesbianism was quaking so- here’s mommy Nami. I was personally thinking of opla Nami during this- I adore how Emily Rudd brought out Nami’s character.

#puddingspookyseries #one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece nami #op nami #opla nami #nami smut #nami fluff #nami x reader #cat burglar nami #nami

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stevie-petey · 4 months ago

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I have an idea for a Jonathan x Steve x reader blurb

You know how gaten matarazzo is a singer and does Broadway? How about Dustin and bug are both former choir kids. Like had solos in recitals and everything. I'd imagine Mrs/Ms. Henderson being super proud of her talented ass children, but Dustin and bug quitting choir as soon as they transfer to Hawkins. Like Jonathan's the only one who knows about it until Jonathan or Dustin bring it up trying to tease / embarrass bug. Steve just being surprised and impressed while Jonathan's laughing his ass off, telling Steve about every performance he knows. Bugs just sulking in the back having so many embarrassing memories come back." You guys are dicks you know that?"

anon this was sent back in JANUARY and i just want to say: u amaze me. idk how u guessed so accurately my bug being secretly good at singing because of her mom plotline

spooky. anyways, enjoy !

"just one song, angel." steve follows you around the store, pestering you. "promise i wont laugh."

"yes you will."

"why do you have such little faith in me?"

"because im a loving girlfriend."

steves about to complain, but the bell above the front door cuts him off. he turns, ready to greet the customer as if he works there, and sees jonathan instead. "oh, youre here."

jonathan gives him a funny look. "im... sorry?"

"you should be," steve scoffs at him, annoyed that hes interrupting a very important conversation with you. steve is determined to annoy you into singing for him. its a hill he will die on if he needs to.

"did i miss something?" jonathan is completely confused as to why steve is being so cold to him. he thought they put aside their differences by now. sure, they arent necessarily friends, but jonathan was willing to call steve a loose acquaintance by now.

guess not anymore.

you walk back from the storage room and pat jonathans shoulder. "ignore him," you glare at steve, warning him to knock it off. "hes just mad that i wont sing him anything from theater camp."

as soon as the words have left your mouth, you know youve made a grave mistake.

the confusion on jonathans face slips, and an evil smirk replaces it. your blood runs cold, he has that look in his eye that has only ever meant trouble for you. "is that so, steve?"

"... yes?" steve doesnt trust the guy. jonathans always been on your side. hes never once gone against you, so steve is a little skeptical of where this is going.

"jonathan byers dont you dare-"

jonathan covers your mouth and shoves you behind his back, which you fight against pathetically. holding you back, he tells steve, "i have tapes of her and dustin performing at least five musical numbers. costume changes and all. i can show you them, if you want."

steve cant believe what hes hearing. its too good to be true. you and dustin? hed kill to see that. "youre so full of shit, byers."

"im serious-ow!" jonathan flinches and pulls his hand away from your mouth. theres a bite mark on it, red and fresh, and he glares at you. "was that really necessary?"

"youre going against me!" you then turn to steve, hit his chest, and he flinches as well and rubs at the wound. "you both are! stop it, go back to hating one another!"

steve drapes an arm over your shoulder. "no can do, angel. jonathan and i are about to become best friends."

"we can watch the tapes at my house." jonathan drapes an arm around you as well, each boy on opposite sides of you. steve nods eagerly, giving you pleading puppy dog eyes to say yes, and you groan.

its going to be a long, long day.

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #m's writing #set in between seasons 3 and 4 !#WOOO FIRST IN BETWEEN BLURB !!!

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juniperskye · 1 year ago

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Until I Found You

***Potential spoilers of The Rookie***

Pairing: John Nolan x Fem Reader

Sneak Peek: After his breakup with Bailey, John is convinced he will never fall in love again…that is until he found you. (This is taking place pre TO Nolan) Reader owns a Café (food truck).

Fluff/Angst

Word count: 2851

Warnings: Reader has kind of spooky vibes, no use of y/n, Implied age gap, mention of food and eating (no explicit details), brief mention of crime (no explicit details), mention of past relationships, mention of unhealthy relationships, mention of getting ready for a date (details are feminine leaning – shaving, makeup, nails, hairstyling), developing strong feelings quickly, one teeny tiny kiss.

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After his breakup with Bailey, John was convinced he wouldn’t find love again. How would it be fair for him to have had love with Sarah, Lucy, Jessica, Grace, Bailey and for him to expect it again. His love with each of those women differed from one another, but they all had played a very important role in his life. For the last few months John had really just been going through the motions; sleep, work, eat, repeat.

Today had been a particularly slow day on the job for John, very unusual for the LAPD. He had been riding alone today which was honestly making the day drag on even more so. He was counting down the minutes until lunch – at least then he would get to socialize with his fellow officers.

Two speeding tickets, one robbery and a stolen car later, it was finally time for lunch. Heading to their usual spot, John notices that there is a new food truck parked, black with orange script on the side spelling out “Hallowed Grounds” alongside little white painted bats. John’s eyes were drawn to this truck not because it is new, or that the line was at least fifteen people long, but because of the beautiful person running the window.

It was Lucy who had ultimately broken John out of the trance he was in.

“Hey, you okay? You were spaced out there for a second.” Lucy questioned.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay. What’s with the new truck?” John wanted to see how much Lucy knew without giving away the attraction he was feeling towards this stranger.

“Oh! It is all over social media, Hallowed Grounds, it is mostly coffee, but the pastries are to die for! I mean literally that is their slogan!” Lucy laughed.

“The line is pretty long, so it must be good. Should we check it out?”

“Sounds good to me!”

With that, John and Lucy made their way to the line. Lucy was talking John’s ear off about some new social media drama, but honestly John wasn’t listening, he was far too distracted by your beauty and the honey sweet tone of your voice. You had this way about you that was breathtaking, moving with grace and just so patient and kind to all the patrons who had been waiting in line. They were finally nearing the front of the line, and John had realized he hadn’t even looked at the menu.

“Hi there! What can I get for you?” You smiled at him.

“Hi, can I get a medium caramel latte and a lemon blueberry scone?” Lucy ordered with no hesitation.

“Of course! And for you?” You looked expectantly at John.

“I um, can I just get a black coffee and, no that’s all.” John stuttered.

Lucy looked over at him confused as she paid, and they walked over to stand near the pickup window. John took note of you disappearing from the window and a young man taking your place.

“Okay, I know that we did not just stand in that long line just for you to order a black coffee. What is up with you?” Lucy questioned John. “OH MY GOD! You think she’s cute, don’t you?”

“Okay, hush! I’d rather not scare the girl off before I even get a chance to talk to her.”

“Okay sorry! I’m just happy for you. You’ve been sulking ever since you and Bailey broke things off.”

“I have not been sulking…okay maybe I have. But I really thought she was it for me.”

“John and Lucy?” You called.

They made their way up to the window to pick up their orders.

“Alright Lucy, a caramel latte and a lemon blueberry scone, and for John a black coffee and a chocolate croissant.” I hope you guys have a wonderful day and stay safe!”

“Oh, I didn’t…” John started.

“Thank you so much, you have a wonderful day too!” Lucy cut John off and began to drag him away from the truck.

The two of them went to sit at a table with Tim, Aaron and Nyla for the rest of their lunch. They were all hoping it wouldn’t be cut short by a call coming in.

“Alright Nolan!” Aaron exclaimed as John sat down.

“What? What did I do?”

“The bag. The barista gave you her number!”

John turned the bag around and sure enough your name and phone number had been neatly printed along with a little heart. John looked at Tim, then Nyla and finally to Lucy. He hadn’t been expecting you to give him your number, especially not after he had made a complete fool of himself in front of you just moments before.

Just as Lucy was about to encourage him to text you, a call came ringing in over the radios. Everyone was quick to get up and head to their respective shops. John heard Tim and Lucy radio that they were responding, and that Nyla and Aaron were acting as backup. He figured they had it covered, and he would continue to patrol, but not before adding you into his contacts.

Three days.

It was three days before John had gathered the courage to text you. He hadn’t seen you either, since he’d worked through lunch one of the days, had a pretty big drug bust on the second day, and was assigned to the front desk on the third day. Today though, he had the day off and now was his time to text you and see if you would want to go on a date with him.

John: Hey, this is John. From the other day.

You: Hi! I was beginning to think that maybe I was too forward.

John: Oh, no, not at all! I’m sorry, things have just been really busy with work. I finally have a day off.

You: Okay, good! I’m sorry work has been keeping you busy. Hopefully you’ve been able to stay safe.

John: I have. Nothing too out of the ordinary this week. How have you been?

You: I’ve been good! I have been testing some new recipes and trying to figure out what to swap in for the fall season.

You: Speaking of which…would you like to be a taste tester for me? I could really use a customer’s perspective!

John: I would love to! By the way, that croissant was incredible. I was actually texting you to ask you to dinner.

You: Yeah, dinner and then we can go back to mine to try these desserts?

You: Wow that was also very forward…I’m not usually like this by the way!

John: No worries. I won’t read into it I promise. So tonight, can I pick you up at 7?

You: 7 is perfect, see you then John!

After confirming your plans with John, you kicked it into high gear. It was 10:07 a.m. and you had a lot to do before you’d be ready to go. You really needed to get your nails done, you needed to finish the 6 different pastries you’d been working on, and you’d really need to shower before you could get ready.

After doing some quick math in your head, you figured that you would have just enough time to get everything done provided you shower while some things were baking in the oven. With that, you place the pre-cut cookie dough into the freezer (these would be easy enough to pull out and bake later when you and John go back), you placed the muffins and two different loaves of bread in the oven. That just left the cake that you were actively frosting and the pie that was cooling. Once the cake was thoroughly iced, you threw the dishes in the dishwasher and headed towards the shower, not without checking your timer to make sure you’d have ample time.

You were sure to go through all the steps of what you’d consider a full shower, washing and conditioning your hair, washing your body with your best smelling body wash, and shaving essentially every inch of your body. You weren’t anticipating that anything would happen tonight, but you wanted to be prepared nonetheless and you’d make sure at the very least that you smelled good.

After drying off and throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, you made way for the kitchen just in time to pull out the muffins and the bread. You set them out on the cooling rack, turned the oven off and then you headed to your favorite nail salon. They were able to get you in right away seeing as it was 12:00 p.m. on a Thursday.

Your nail appointment ended at about 1:30 p.m., which gave you enough time to head over and check on your staff and the truck. Upon arrival you noticed there were a few police cruisers parked along the curb. You knew John was off today, but you still found yourself scanning the crowd for him.

“He’s not here.” Your staff, Ezra, had called over to you.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You tried to hide your blush, embarrassed about getting caught looking for John. Ezra was the one who had encouraged you to give him your number in the first place, having seen how smitten you were with John when you’d met him the other day. Ezra and you had been friends for years, he could read you better than anyone.

“Mmhmm, sure thing. It was a different group this time around. What are you up to? Aren’t you supposed to be off testing new pastries?” Ezra questioned you.

“I was doing exactly that when John texted me and asked me out! I went and got my nails done and figured I would stop by and see how things were going before I went back home and got ready for my date.”

“OH MY GOD! See I told you that if you gave him your number, he’d ask you out. There were definite vibes the other day, he was so enamored by you that he forgot to look at the menu!” Ezra gushed.

“Okay, fine. You were right. I’m kind of nervous, he’s taking me to dinner, then we’re going back to my place so he can taste the new desserts and give me his opinions on them.”

“Girl, you are going to be fine! He seems nice and you are an amazing person, no reason to be nervous. Plus, what have you got to lose?” Ezra had always been your voice of reason in times of need.

“Okay, yeah. I should probably get going then so I can get ready.”

“Okay babe, have a great night! OH and you should wear the outfit you wore to our opening party, it screams you and its hot!”

“Oh, that was a good outfit, I don’t know where he’s taking me yet, but it should be dressy enough.”

You said your goodbyes to Ezra and made your way back home. It was nearing 3:30 p.m. and you knew you should probably start getting ready. You grabbed a glass of water and then got to styling your hair. You curled your hair and applied some natural looking makeup and went to get dressed. To pair with the faux leather skirt and starry mesh top, you slid on some black tights, comfy socks and your Doc Martens. Looking over at your alarm clock you see 6:45p.m. glowing red and you decide to switch to a smaller purse in the time you have left before your date…your usual everyday tote bag not exactly matching this outfit choice. You’d opted for a small leather handbag, with gold accents, it matched your outfit perfectly and was better suited for the occasion. As soon as you organized everything into the purse a knock sounded at the door. You took a deep breath then walked to answer it.

“Hi!” You greeted John as you opened the door.

“Wow, you look incredible.” John was awestruck, you had such a different style than the women he had previously dated, but he was really loving it. You were so confident in your own skin, and you just had this glow about you.

“Thank you, you look very handsome.”

“Shall we?” John gestured to his truck.

You nodded and the two of you walked around to the passenger side. John opened the door for you then offered his hand to assist you into the truck.

“Such a gentleman.”

John blushed at the compliment, he tried to shake it off as he started the truck and pulled out of your driveway. You made small talk on your way to the restaurant, which ended up being a very nice steakhouse.

John parked and looked over to you, he made note of the way you were inspecting the sign, and immediately panicked.

“I probably should have asked and made sure you weren’t a vegetarian!”

“I’m not! I love a good steak; my dad is a self-proclaimed grill master!” You laughed.

John laughed with you and let out a sigh of relief. He once again opened your door for you and reached to help you out of the truck. He was so different form the men you had dated before, so polite and caring. He listened to what you had to say and even asked you questions to learn more about you. It was so refreshing to be around someone like him. Truth is, you had dated some pretty terrible people in the past and that was the main reason you were single now. You’d decided to take a break from dating and focus on yourself and your career, which is how you’d gotten to the point of owning a very successful food truck. You had explained to John that your end goal is to have a brick-and-mortar location of Hallowed Grounds that was a café/bookstore. You wanted to create a cozy space for people to hangout while they enjoyed good food.

John just sat and smiled, he loved how you lit up when you spoke about it. Seeing you so passionate about something was honestly inspiring. He hadn’t expected the feelings for you to be so immediate, so strong, just crashing to the surface as the night went on. John could feel himself growing concerned about whether or not you were feeling as strongly for him as he was for you. The two of you had just clicked and it was so effortless.

What John didn’t know is you were currently battling the same demons. Was it really possible to be this comfortable with someone after such a short time?

Dinner had passed far too quickly for either of your likings, you were honestly just glad that you had already planned to continue this evening. You weren’t ready to say goodnight to John just yet. As John drove you back to your place, he took a risk by reaching for your hand to hold, you were quick to slide your hand into his and you couldn’t help but blush. John couldn’t believe how soft your hand was and it made him think about how rough his must be from his years as a contractor, he shook the thought away as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

You made it back to your place relatively quickly and John once again made sure to assist you on the passenger side, only this time instead of offering you his hand, he was a little bolder. He’d placed his hands on your waist and slowly helped you out of the truck. You stood there, chest to chest, your breath hitching from the proximity. Your gazes danced over one another’s face, shifting from eyes to lips back to eyes, silently asking for permission. When you slightly tilted your head, John understood and reached his right hand up to cup your jaw as he brought you in for a kiss. The kiss lasted for what felt like forever but ended far too soon. You wanted to exist in this moment infinitely.

You and John held hands once again as you staggered to the door. You made quick work of the lock and invited him in, guiding him to the kitchen.

“You ready to try some desserts?” You asked.

“Absolutely!” John replied.

You blushed, realizing the double entendre and moved to get all the desserts plated up. You explained to John that you’d need to throw the cookies in the oven, but they only took about 10 minutes to cook. He nodded and asked if you needed any help with anything, which you declined and encouraged him to relax.

John watched as you worked in the kitchen, this had been your element and it was like a well-choreographed dance, the way you moved. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, picturing the two of you like this, years down the road. He knew that you had only just met, but after tonight he couldn’t deny the connection. He realized he had been wrong when he said he would never fall in love again. That was true, until he met you.

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ghostfacesvalentine · 1 year ago

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HALLOWEEN DAY 5: Spooky parties - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multi!muse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, alcohol, pretty much anything messy at parties. A little bit of nsfw but nothing severe

Type: Blurbs

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Spooky parties with them

Notes: I have no hopes for my own doing of these things.

Jason Voorhees: Doesn’t really like parties, but is always dragged to them by you. Loves Halloween ones though, so there’s not much pouting coming from you. He’d let you dress him up to match costumes with him. Jason keeps himself occupied at the sweets table while you’re around saying hi to everyone. Terribly shy when you would introduce him to your friends, but would try to smile with a mouthful of cupcakes. He kind of becomes a favorite at the parties, participating in games from time to time.

Michael Myers: Also not a fan of parties, but would follow you to them. It’s usually how it goes though, everywhere. He kind of just sulks everywhere behind you, turning his head to stare at whoever is staring at you both. Everyone tries to avoid you two the most they can, but you seem to be too fun to be around, so you’re still invited. You are at least, you and your plus one. After all, Michael does add onto the spooky aura of the party though. The plus side is that if anyone is causing trouble at the party, Michael easily takes up the security roll.

Tiffany Valentine: LOVES Halloween/spooky parties. Always wants to dress up for them and is even willing to dress you up as well. Tiffany always wants to match with you, whatever you want to be, whatever she wants to be, you always come down to an agreement. The more parties there are, the more costumes/outfits you both can put together. Getting ready is one of Tiffany’s most favorite activities. She’s so fun at the party, drinking, singing and keeping her arms around you, she’s definitely a crowd favorite.

Billy Loomis: Also kind of loves Halloween parties, he’d go to every single one he knows is available, always dragging you with him of course. Billy would drag you to every house party, drinking and smoking with you by his side. Sometimes things get a little too hot between you two. Billy would drag you into a room with him “just to make out” but most of the time it escalates. Either way, parties can be fun with Billy, though if you’re always needy for his attention, perhaps parties wouldn’t be so fun. Billy would keep you on his lap, but maybe pay more attention to the current topic at hand.

Stu Macher: Also loves Halloween parties and becomes a crowd favorite within time. Sometimes he even hosts the parties, bringing in all kinds of alcohol, allowing all sorts of drugs and whatever kept the party going and happy. Sometimes Stu would be a little blind to the way things work, not able to pick up directly on your discomfort. Still, Stu is always drunk, always singing at the top of his lungs and dancing lazily across the room. You’ll never be bored with him and his foolery often at times.

Patrick Bateman: Kind of a fan of parties, just maybe not the house ones. His coworkers would host events celebrating the Halloween vibe to the atmosphere. You’d insist on going in costumes, but Patrick wouldn’t be exactly too thrilled about the idea. Shockingly though, he manages to get some blood splatter on his coat to which then he decided to just keep it, then go to your room telling you to “fix it” but then deciding the would be the perfect costume and no matter what you say, he thinks this would be the best costume. To those who love to talk, Patrick definitely would be a favorite to them.

Leatherface: Also has fun at the party like Jason, he’s very innocent with what he likes and what he tends to enjoy. More childlike than anything; he is prone to being timid as much as possible, but when he discovers the sweet, he becomes a child. There’s chocolate all over his lips and fingertips, he looks at you with a mouthful, smiling and waving from afar. Bubba doesn’t talk to anyone, instead just keeps his head down and waits for you to come back from your karaoke session.

Harley Quinn: The queen of Halloween parties, can always whip up the best last minute Halloween costumes. It’s settled that no Halloween party is complete without the one and only Harley Quinn. She kind of overshadows you, but when does she never? Still, she always does her best to keep you included, bringing you on stage with her or to the center if you were having a dancing session or a karaoke session. Harley would for sure wear you down to the bone during these nights. Not to mention, she would be the type to go party to party to party back to back, so it’s best you keep up!

Poison Ivy: Not entirely fond of any kind of party. Ivy would gather socially with her beloved villainous friends, but nothing too extreme. Still, if you really wanted to go, she wouldn’t fight you. She’d throw on her best red silk dress and big Hollywood curls, elegant as always, even if it was a costume party. “I’m a rose-” She’d explain as she would click on her last earring, fixing her dress as she’d turn to you. Ivy would drink a glass of wine or whiskey while you dance along or sing along, admiring you from a far, just as when she first met you.

Bruce Wayne: This man was notorious for parties, though not the kind you were going to in order to actually enjoy yourself and have fun. While he would prefer to keep the night to yourselves, if you insisted, he’d deliver. Bruce rather be by your side more than anything, plus seeing you in costume could be fun. No matter where you two would end up, Bruce’s hands and eyes just can’t stay away from you. Not in a sexual or possessive manner but in a way where he truly is enjoying himself.

Jason Todd: Similar to Bruce, though he’d rather keep the party between you two, Jason would love to go out with you. Halloween parties downtown at different bars and house parties of friends of his would be such a great time. You knew you could truly have fun and let your guard down around Jason. Lots of watching you dance, drinking and letting loose to loud music and neon lights. Wouldn’t leave you for a second, even if you had to take a piss.

Billy Hargrove: So excited for any kind of party, ever. Not the kind to dress up though, but would encourage you to if you wanted. “No Billy, I can’t go dressed up if you don’t.” You’d shy away as you took off the bunny ears, but he’d insist you looked cute in a bunny costume, kissing your cheek and pushing your hair behind your ear. Whether you wanted to keep your costume or not, he wouldn’t mind, after all, most of the time, he’d want to go home early with you. Billy kind of grew out of parties when he fell in love with you.

Steve Harrington: Loved all kinds of parties before, would even host half of them, but it’s no fun when he keeps getting pulled away from you or interrupted by others while he’s with you. Of course there would be times where you two could hide, but then what’s the point of even hosting a party? Like Billy when he fell in love with you, Steve also kind of grew out of parties. Still, one or two Halloween themed parties wouldn’t kill you two, he does agree to match your costume after all. Maybe nothing too out there for him, but anything subtle, he’d be down for. And of course, all his attention is on you throughout the whole night.

Steve Rogers: Also not the biggest fan of parties, big ones at least, but he would be willing to go if all his teammates were going or if you insisted on going with him. You wouldn’t have to beg, the second time he’d bring it up, he wouldn’t hesitate. Also would go dressed up with you if you wanted. Steve’s shoulders would kind of drop when he’d see the costumes you picked out for you both. Your immediate pout would change his mind instantly. “No no, sweetheart, I love it. I’ll wear it! It just looks a little uncomfortable, but anything for you, you know that.” Steve wouldn’t stray away from you once, talking with his teammates and mingling with others as he’d drink and have his arm around you. If you wanted to sing or dance, there he went with you.

Bucky Barnes: Not a huge fan of parties either, the only reason he’d go at all is because you wanted to go or Steve did. He’d be a little bit more reserved with costumes, but he’d accommodate with you. Bucky would even give you suggestions, helping you put outfits together and even helps you with your makeup before the party. Like Ivy, he stays in the back, watching you from afar, drinking and with eyes locked on you and only you. Bucky would agree to taking pictures with you to add to your scrapbook and they’re probably the cutest ones from all year.

Wanda Maximoff: Depending on her social mood would depend on how she would react at the party and how much she’d dress up. Of course Wanda would match you, being genderbent versions of certain costumes to match the couple costumes. Without question would help you with your makeup. Her favorite couples costume would be the vampires, sultry and fun, intimidating but so enticing. No matter her mood, she’d dance with you if you wanted, letting you take pictures of you both. LOTS of bathroom pictures and overall she reflects with you on how much fun she actually had that night.

Loki Laufeyson: You’d have to be the one to invite him to even have him consider going to any party, spooky party or not. Either way, like Wanda, he’d help you with your makeup, wiping off the excess and making sure your eyeliner is sharp and ready to strike fear into the hearts of those around you. For sure would go as the vampire couple as well or even a Victorian ghost costume. Hands down you both would be the most stunning at the party, which doesn’t help Loki’s ego at all. He’d watch you from afar, not really one to be dancing too much, maybe he’d join you for a dance or two, but would rather watch you sing in amusement and awe.

Cloud Strife: Not another event you’re dragging him to again. Still, this kind of seems a little bit more fun to him than anything else you’ve made him do before. Doesn’t really want to dress up in any costume. MAYBE will go as the matrix with you but that’s about all. Cloud would be too shy for anyone that would come up to him trying to talk to him, instead looking for you. You said you were only going to be gone a couple of minutes. Still, would drink with you, keep himself from getting drunk so he could keep an eye on you. After all he was the one taking you home.

Aerith Gainsborough: Has honestly never been to a Halloween party before, but is super interested in them. Kind of excited to dress up for it too. She’d go as a fairy or an elf of some sort and would love for you to match with her. You two would hands down win the cutest couples costume. Aerith would have so much fun meeting new people and singing and dancing with them as well as her best friends that she already knew. Pictures of this night would be perfect to keep them in a scrapbook for memories. Honestly kind of the most fun to go to a Halloween party with.

Sebastian Michaelis: It’s kind of routine to have the Phantomhive household either host or participate in some sort of Halloween party themselves. Even if you insisted Sebastian would refrain from dressing up in costume at the own household. “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m still the butler and dressing up as a rabbit would not seem appropriate-” Only to be interrupted by Ciel who would ask him to follow through with your request. Well, there goes that.

Spencer Reid: Always down for any kind of Halloween party, anywhere. Him and Penelope would be the first ones in, planning out costumes, what they were going to bring, there would be too much excitement for one person to handle. Of course Spencer would constantly brainstorm what costumes you two were going to wear, no matter how ridiculous it may seem for others, it would be thrilling for him. Spencer always wants to appreciate the holiday as much as possible and that includes Halloween parties. Would do drunk karaoke and swing around as his excuse for dancing. Lots of videos of these moments would keep his embarrassment immortal.

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mymegrokosmos · 11 days ago

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hi, could i request a tbz reaction to their s/o being cold? i love your writings btw, tysm!!

ah tysm anon! i'm glad you enjoy! 💜 please let me know if i understood this correctly. my brain is in autumn mode rn so this went a little halloweeny if you squint, i hope that's okay.

bf the boyz reactions when you're cold ❄️

sangyeon will tease you a little bit, just bc he can and he finds it cute when you pout back at him, but will ultimately be a gentleman. slips an arm around your shoulders and tugs you against his side, other hand rubbing your thigh or back as he lets you snuggle in close and steal his body heat. if you make those big doe eyes at him he'll also make you a cup of your favourite hot drink and let you borrow one of his sweaters while you settle in to watch your favourite spooky show together.

jacob is such a sweetheart. he's immediately asking if you need anything and pulling you close. he might be laughing just a little bit but quickly relents when you slide your cold hands under his shirt and splay them on his stomach or back. yelps and insists on wrapping you both in a big fluffy blanket until you warm up. he is so not at happy for the excuse to cuddle you nope that's definitely not it at all.

younghoon is already curled up in his coziest sweater and clinging onto you like your body heat is going to save you both. will suggest a hot bath together or a blanket fort (in bed or on the sofa, whichever you prefer) bc cuddles are always warm right? you end up with candles lit, soft music playing and matching sweatsuits on as you bake cookies together and snuggle up in your fort to make the most of the rainy evening watching your favourite animated films together.

hyunjae is a human space heater. the minute you start shivering he is poking fun and laughing at your whining while you cling to him. secretly loves it please never stop treating him like your very own personal heated blanket. will sulk and complain if you wrap yourself in a blanket or steal a hoodie to keep you warm bc he is literally right there what do you mean you don't want him wrapped around you like a spidermonkey while you go about your daily tasks?

juyeon is already bundling you into matching oversized sweaters bc if he is cold then so are you, guaranteed. back hugging you while you make you both something warm to eat, hands in the front pockets of your jumper and chin on shoulder. nuzzles his nose or cheek against yours while he talks to you as you cook, watching every step and going to grab anything that's out of your reach but not staying away from you too long. definitely sways with you and hums, sliding cold fingers under the hem of your shirt while you're trying to focus bc let's be real he has to be a little bit of a menace.

kevin will absolutely make you repeat yourself 6 times with the biggest smile on your face before he gives in and helps. cue 'i'm sorry love, what was that? can you say it again baby?'. playful but the minute he sees you're actually cold is wrapping you in the fluffiest blanket and bundling you into the kitchen to make you both cups of hot cocoa. keeps rubbing your arms and pressing little butterfly kisses to your nose and cheeks, mumbling about how frozen you are and probably singing the soundtrack just bc that's how his brain works. will 100% run you a hot bath and lay out some of his clothes fresh out of a quick tumble around in the dryer for you to wear.

chanhee will already have coordinating cozy outfits laid out on the radiator warming up for both of you to change into. let's be real this man already has negative body heat, he has none to share with you so he's an expert at tricks for keeping warm. probably has hot packs hidden away all over your apartment just for these kinds of scenarios. he's running the hottest bath possible with your favourite scented soaps and bubbles he's determined to make this a luxurious experience okay and is queuing up your favourite show to watch together while you soak. you will find yourself snuggled into a blanket cocoon in bed afterwards with takeout and snacks littered around. warming up is a very serious activity and chanhee won't spare anything to make sure you're both content and comfortable. and also looking cute in matching pyjama sets while you do it. he's probably made it a couple skincare day since you're laying around anyway.

changmin doesn't hesitate to pull you into his arms, already laughing and teasing you with a big smile on his face. he only razzes you a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead and taking your hands in both of his to rub some warmth into them. will absolutely wear his biggest sweater and insist on sharing so you both end up squished into it, you settled on his lap while he rubs your thigh with one hand and keeps you pressed close with the other. probably blinks at you and innocently suggests kisses will warm you up not just bc he wants some ofc. you will end up with a mug of hot cider, tea or hot chocolate snuggled up on the sofa watching scary movies until he deems you warm enough which honestly will be never bc he is not letting you go you're stuck in his arms for the rest of the night now good luck.

haknyeon probably already turning on the fireplace/heating and bringing you one of his jumpers to snuggle up in. this man is a sweetheart so he definitely makes you a hot beverage but will make little comments every time he walks past and tease you if you complain. despite that sits beside you and pats his lap for you to put your feet up, slipping on some warm socks and rubbing your calves. sits pressed close so you can steal his body heat, thumb stroking your ankle and throw blanket from the back of the sofa draped over your shoulders. he just wants you to be as comfy and cozy as possible at all times honestly.

sunwoo already has the blanket fort started. you are absolutely wearing his sweats and hoodie. he zipped you into them. pouts if you don't drop whatever you're doing to come cuddle under the blankets with him even though he definitely screeches when your cold hands or feet come into contact with his skin. asks you how you got this cold like it's somehow your fault your extremities are blocks of ice and yaps about how you should take better care of yourself so he doesn't come home to you frozen one day. will look into how to improve poor blood circulation and stock up on home remedies & items the internet tells him help. won't tell you about it but the next time you complain about being cold or he catches you shivering you can bet your boyfriend is prepared. beyond prepared. and very proud of himself about it.

eric takes a minute to notice you shivering, caught up in arguing with sunwoo over the video game they're currently losing. once he does he's quick to pause and get you a sweater, make you something hot to drink and order some warm food for you both. fighting with his friends can wait, the teasing will be worth it later, his priority is making sure you get warm. another one who makes a pile of blankets and uses cuddling up with you as an excuse to watch ghibli movies or his favourite anime since you need his body heat and can't escape. somehow falls asleep like fifteen minutes in with his head on your chest, arms still wrapped around your waist and your hands in his hair. yeah that's baby your honour he was probably talking your ear off right up until he zonked out on you. at least he's cute pls let him get away with it he just wanted to make sure you didn't turn into an ice cube. he means well and loves you very much. he's just a big soft puppy really.

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RVB Over the Garden Wall AU-

-Most of the characters are all people from the modern/"real" world who have gotten lost in the Unknown... but some of them have been stuck there longer than others (and it can be a little hard to remember what life was like BEFORE)

-Most current groups getting lost; Grif and Simmons, who were two teenagers out on Halloween, Grif convinced Simmons to tag along for some wholesome trespassing/rebellious pranks, and they got chased by a security guard or something (Simmons keeps getting all wound-up and worried about his parents finding out he was doing Bad Teenager Stuff. meanwhile, Grif had been trying to duck his little sister all night, Kai was supposed to stay at the school Halloween carnival... he doesn't realize she followed him all the way HERE)

-Tucker and Caboose, who thought they were going to a cool Halloween party (really more of Tucker dragging Caboose there), but the older teenagers there just wanted to prank them and steal their candy. Tucker just wanted to go home and sulk, but Caboose wanted to find ONE more neighborhood to try and get some candy back... they heard some of the older jerks following them, tried to lose them in the woods, and got lost themselves (Tucker keeps meeting what he thinks are some cute girls in the Unknown for to flirt with... they turn into monsters and try to bite his head off. on the other hand, Caboose keeps running into very scary monsters, and just gets a new pet every time)

-Doc and Donut, who just wanted to go see a new spooky movie together, but they had an argument along the way (Doc is annoyed that Donut will just go chit-chat with anybody, being a social butterfly, and ignore him. Donut is annoyed Doc keeps being "passive aggressive" and not say what is bothering him until it turns into a fight. both of them actually feel really left-out at home, with different foster families who don't pay attention to them). They disagree again about the directions, so they split up to take different routes... and BOTH get lost (While wandering around in the alone, Doc starts talking out-loud to hear his own thoughts, and when some creepy creatures start trying to push him around, O'Malley finally speaks up. Donut mostly has a pleasant time meeting new people... but slowly realizes that not everybody out here is as nice as him. so, he gets a little more mean himself~)

-Carolina is actually out here because she's heard her father talk about "finding something important" in the woods... he's gone missing for months at a time, and comes home acting like no time has passed. He's been weirdly obsessed with mapping out this "unknown territory" and finding some kind of "treasure" ever since her mother died. Carolina finally decides to go and look HERSELF, she takes all the notes and gear she thinks she'll need, intent on proving how capable she is. She figures, one way or another, her father will finally notice her, and maybe she can solve this mystery, so it will be over and done with

-Wash is literally just running away from home. He knows Carolina from their fancy military school (it sucks), and tries to kind of be "run-away buddies", but she insists that is NOT what she's doing, she's out here for an Important Reason, and doesn't want his help. He feels a little rejected after that... when he runs into the other kids later, he tries to act a little more like Carolina at first; no, he's not "lost", he's out here on purpose, he even has a backpack full of supplies, he is so mature and good at planning things out, NO he's not "running away from home" that's what little kids do!

-Church is a bluebird... but maybe he used to be something else. He's not sure, he can't remember. He runs into Tucker and Caboose first, and while he complains constantly about them both, he sure seems to like hanging around with them. He will randomly remember important facts about different places in the Unknown, but if you try to directly get an answer out of him, he either just doesn't know what to do, or he'll make something up. He has bad luck with scary things trying to hurt him, and he "dies" several times... but then he comes back! He doesn't know why. They occasionally run into other talking birds who all seem to know Church. He doesn't know why

-Tex is a wanderer who occasionally gets mistaken for "the Beast" in the forest, what with dressing in dark cloaks and generally being intimidating. However, she's just another person traveling around... or is she? Tex not only knows Church, but seems to remember more about the situation than he does. Though, Tex still has her own memory gaps... she's been looking for something that will hopefully help Church, the other birds, and herself. She doesn't stick around very long, but keeps showing up to help from time to time

-Sarge is an old guy who has been lost out here for a WHILE. He sounds a little paranoid at first, talking about "scaring dangerous beasts away with beams of light". Grif and Simmons run into him first, stumbling upon the home Sarge has made for himself in an old mill, with a jeep that has been literally run into the ground (they argue about what that Jeep should be called... but it also proves that despite Sarge claiming to have "been her for 70 years" and yet is "only 29 years old", the jeep's license plate is from 2003). Sarge has also been working on a "robot" (which to Grif and Simmons just looks like a bunch of old mining equipment welded together in a vaguely humanoid shape). When night falls, and some beasts really DO attack, Sarge gets the mill running, which charges a generator device he built, which revive the engine for his jeep, and... hits the beasts with the glaring headlights

-Simmons wants to stay at the mill with Sarge where it seems safer, and just follow orders/do chores for him all day. Grif gets sick of it after a few hours. While it comes out as insults, Grif's complaining makes Sarge realize he's just gonna stagnate here. So, he tinkers with the generator and engine, making something NEW that will run his robot, who has been named; Lopez! Surprisingly, he really CAN walk, talk (in Spanish), and help them survive. The four continue on, eventually meeting Donut, who tags along (Grif and Simmons are both eager to have somebody below them in the "pecking order", and Donut is just happy to have more people to talk to). They find Doc, who is a little reluctant to let everybody meet O'Malley... but with this group, EVERYBODY is always arguing so, once it happens, it just kind of fits

-When Sarge's group runs into Tucker, Caboose, Wash, and Church... Sarge thinks that "talking bird ain't natural!", insisting it is some kind of beast in disguise. It quickly becomes clear that Church is no threat, but everybody quickly falls into a comfortable pattern of antagonizing each other. Tucker's group has also met Sheila, a "talking music box" that was in a weird old abandoned science museum (the metal key needs to keep being wound so she can talk, she speaks with awareness of what happens around her. Caboose carries her around, but Lopez seems to be smitten)

-Kai finally catches up to her bro, and he is so angry! She was supposed to stay at the school! Kai is sick of being left behind, so whether he likes it or not, she is here now. When he keeps nagging her, she decides to just go hang out with the OTHER group more (Tucker teaches her which insults to say that most annoy her brother)

-Carolina thinks the thing Tex is after is ALSO what her father has been looking for, and creates an elaborate rivalry in her head that Tex is barely even aware of, until Carolina tries to steal the object from her... which turns out to be a pair of scissors? Another mysterious character convinces Carolina that the scissors will grant a wish if you "cut something precious" with it. Carolina tries her hair, and when it doesn't work, the mysterious character tells her step two is burning the hair in a very specific lantern... (Carolina is given more and more tasks, and when she almost wants to give up from frustrations, she is told "Your wish is the same as your father's"; to bring her mother back)

-When all the talking birds finally gather together, in the same place at the same time, they REMEMBER who they are, and... leave. Caboose is convinced this is OK, Church always comes back eventually. Tucker, on the other hand, feels rejected... while sulking around on his own, Tucker meets a mysterious character who tells him how he can "find what he wants". He follows the directions to a stretch of woods that has different mirrors stuck in the twisted back of the trees. Supposedly, each of these grants you a different wish... when everybody else catches up to Tucker, and he insists on being left alone, Tex explains that THIS is where she came from

-A man who had been lost in the woods looked into one of the mirrors. Instead of his own reflection, he saw the face of the person he missed most of all, and tried to break the mirror to bring her back... but that's not what the mirrors do. The person who came out of the tree "looked" like who he wanted, but that wasn't who she actually WAS. Tex was somebody who has been lost in the Unknown for so long, she forgot who she used to be... but she remembered Church, and knew she needed those scissors to help him. Before they all leave to find Carolina, Tucker pauses. He closes his eyes, and breaks all the mirrors. A lot of people who had been trapped are finally free, without being stuck not knowing who they are. The last broken mirror seems to have nobody held prisoner, and it cuts Tucker with a shard of glass. It was just one little drop of blood, but where it lands on the ground, a small flower starts to grow as everybody walks away...

-Simmons and Grif both have their own fight that makes them storm off on their own... they get even more lost. Grif winds up alone, cold, and hungry... all he wants to do is sleep. When Grif hears Kai crying, he finally wakes back up. The two Grif sibs get stuck down an old well, and the one who finds them both is Simmons, who gets help, and they finally talk a little (Simmons stops blaming Grif for everything, and Grif admits he just picks on Simmons into breaking the rules so they can actually spend more time together. Grif also promises to stop ditching Kai so often)

-Some of the mysterious characters finally reveal themselves; Felix and Locus have been giving the others false information, evidently with the goal of trapping them here forever. Their own motivations are a little confusing, but they seem convinced that by "capturing enough souls" for the REAL Beast, they will be free... but it becomes clear, Felix has not only been lying to all of them, but also Locus. Felix is dead. Locus is lost, but still alive. He really COULD leave. But Felix's deal with the Beast is actually meant to keep Locus here, forever. When Locus learns the truth, he finally abandons Felix, and offers to help the others (he doesn't feel like he "deserves" to leave anymore, but he won't let them all wither away here)

-The one sees Carolina next is Church... or rather, one of the talking birds who is "part of Church", named Epsilon. The scissors Tex needs to cut his feathers and set him free won't work unless all the birds are together, and Epsilon has been trapped in a bird cage this whole time. The Beast (who occasionally disguises themselves as a "deity" named Chorvos, so they are both worshiped and feared by everybody trapped in the Unknown) is trying to get Carolina to complete more useless tasks, while Epsilon encourages her to stop; this is only going to keep hurting her. At last, the others all arrive as well, and with their help, Carolina turns her back on the Beast, frees Epsilon, and returns the scissors to Tex

-Tex and Epsilon have to leave so they can find the other birds. Caboose seems sad he doesn't even get to say good-bye to Church, but Tucker and Wash comfort him. As everybody starts to leave, the lantern light blows out, and the darkness seems to swallow them all...

-They wake up in a hospital. Evidently, only a few hours have passed, and it is now after midnight, October is over, this is November 1st. Grif got especially hurt falling down outside the warehouse where he and Simmons had been trespassing (and making really lame graffiti. like, it just does NOT look cool). He wakes up last, and finds out he needed a blood transfusion, provided by Simmons. Kai is running around, gathering up different snacks from the vending machines for when he bro wakes up (he shares some candy with Caboose)

-Donut and Doc are unhurt, but when they finally found their way near a road again, they were outside the hospital. They cam in to ask if they could use a phone to call home, and then they heard SARGE, carrying on with the doctors about how they better take care of "his boys!". When they join everybody in the recovery room, Sarge immediately starts fussing over them even more than the medical staff (these are his boys too)

-Wash had flagged-down help when he got out of the woods, leading other people find Tucker and Caboose, who had been passed-out together, cold and exhausted. In the bushes nearby, under a tree, a baby was found crying. An unknown flower was growing around the tree. Now that they are warmed up and feeling better, Tucker has discovered the baby only stops crying when he holds it. While officially called "baby boy unknown" by the staff, the group has nick-named him "Tucker Junior"

-Carolina has been very quiet this whole time. When the hospital tried to call her house, there was no answer. She has the idea that her father didn't even notice she was gone, but he also left the house. She has the idea that this time, he won't be coming back... at 1 in the morning, a man stumbles in, saying that he's here for his "niece and her friends". He looks like he just woke up from a coma (and he has some bluebird feathers in his hair). He apologizes for being absent for so long, the last time he saw her she was only 3 or 4... but he's here now. He's going to give her a safe place to stay. He and her father actually share the same first name; Leonard Church

-The hospital finds out that NONE of these kids have any parents waiting for them at home (for different reasons), and since they all seem to trust Church and Sarge, they're going to at least be temporary guardians until things get sorted out. Before kids all nod off for an "early morning nap", Carolina sees somebody sit down with Church and Sarge; a woman, who doesn't resemble anybody Carolina knows, but she still seems familiar.

-And so, the story is complete, and everyone is satisfied with the ending, and so on and so forth, and yet, over the garden wall...

#red vs blue #rvb #over the garden wall #halloween

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