#spooky ficlet

[saphstories]

Self-Preservation

For @e-vay. Happy Birthday! 🦇🦇💖💖

She stood on the outskirts, leaned against the wooden wall of a tiny shack, swirling more than drinking the amber ale in the metallic tankard within her grip. A burgundy cloak covered her upturned pink quills, cast shadows over her narrowed emerald eyes. The thumb of her unoccupied hand idly stroked the grip of her most favored weapon, sequestered away on her hip, awaiting its master’s call. From the sidelines, she watched the townsfolk of this simple village dance and drink around a roaring bonfire in the square… some celebration that she hadn’t bothered to discern the meaning behind.

She was here for a singular reason, after all. Once she saw it through, well… A full moon shone bright above them, but unlike many other regions she’d visited, this village had no fear of beasts awakening by the moon’s light and ravaging their homesteads. A smirk fell on her lips, and she sipped her tankard. Her ear twitched.

The tankard hit the snow, staining the glittering white amber, and she whirled around, nothing but a blur with a singular streak of silver cutting through the air, but still…she was not fast enough. A hand closed around her throat, claws threatening to break skin, and whatever oxygen in her lungs vacated in a whoosh at the searing red that invaded her vision. Her body was slammed into the shack wall, the hand carrying the silver blade pinned against the boards, and she froze at the firm press of his body against hers, nothing but his own stature holding her in place. With her characteristic speed, she gripped the wooden stake in her free hand and drove it towards his back, but he caught her hand and pinned it to the wall beside her head, opposite her other hand. The stake and knife clattered to the disturbed snowy ground.

His icy breath tickled her ear, his lips brushing against it. “Too slow, little light.” His searing red gaze overwhelmed her vision, and while warning bells rang like gongs in her head, her heart raced and by his smirk, he could hear it. “I could just eat you up.” He murmured, lowering his head to sniff at her throat, his smirk widening to display fangs that glinted in the faraway firelight at the sight of her pulse jumping. Her fists clenched and unclenched, and she wriggled in his grip, her chest heaving, and he tsked, his nose brushing her collarbone. “So impatient…” His lips brushed against hers, and she could take it no longer.

She surged forward, breaking free of his grip to grab onto his coat and yank him to her, slamming her mouth on his with a needy whine. He growled and tangled his fingers in her quills, forcing her back against the shack wall, deepening their kiss with daring presses of his fangs against her lips. She let him ravage her, taking everything he gave with gasps and whines, clinging with one hand to his waistcoat and tugging his quills with the other.

Finally, she broke away with a gasp, her beautiful face flushed as red as his eyes, and he chuckled darkly, pressing kisses to her forehead as she panted against his shoulder. “You’re late.” She accused breathlessly.

“I got hungry.” He flashed her a grin, and she snorted, smacking his shoulder.

“Catch anything good?”

“Mm-hmm,” He purred, and let his hand slide from her hip to her back quills, chuckling as her emerald eyes fluttered. “My most favorite prey: little huntresses with no self-preservation.” She rolled her eyes and shifted in his arms, pressing another kiss to his lips with a hum. “Don’t you have a hunt tonight?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

���It can wait.” She murmured, tugging him down to meet her lips.

“Aurora,” He chuckled, stepping away from her and picking up her stake, careful to avoid the silver knife, and handed it to her. “I agreed to help you with this one, so unless you want a pile of ashes for a boyfriend…”

Aurora pouted but took the stake, sliding it back into her holster along with the knife. “You’re no fun, Shadow.”

Shadow smirked, and in a second, had Aurora pinned back against the shack, chuckling darkly at her blown emerald eyes and flushed cheeks. “You finish this hunt by sunrise, little light, and I’ll show you just how fun I can be.” He growled, nipping at her ear, then vanished into his namesakes with no trace he was ever there to begin with.

“Cheater.” Aurora grumbled to herself and rolled her eyes with a smirk when a chuckle emanated from the darkness. She rolled her shoulders, double-checked her weapons, and she darted off into the night, leaving the bonfire and celebrations behind without a backward glance. She had a hunt to complete and prey to catch; her most favorite kind: arrogant vampires with no self-preservation.

[oneforthemunny]

all dressed up |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie won't come to a halloween party with you, so you decide to go by yourself... in a costume you know he won't approve of. based off of this prompt :) thank you to whoever sent it in! you can read the rest of my spooky stories series here!

contains: smut. minors dni. language. dom/sub themes- really dom/brat themes lol. all pre-consented ofc. spanking, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex. daddy kink. eddie's a little more of a hard dom in this. mafia themes but nothing graphic.

You saw the mess of curls move behind you once, then again, snapping towards your frame with a fury that had you fighting back a shiver, trying to remain casual and unbothered, applying your lipstick on in the large vanity mirror.

"What are you wearing?"

Your lips pursed, rolling them to keep your own triumphant grin back. His tone, the sharpness and snapping of his words, eyes still boring at you through the mirror; you had him right where you wanted.

"A costume." You hummed, so casual it made Eddie's head spin. Your eyes finally met his in the mirror, calm and vacant of the usual bratty, defiant glare he was expecting. "It's Halloween, Ed. You're supposed to wear a costume."

Eddie's snort follows before you can finish your sentence, posture straightening just enough to look menacing, his own expression still calm but entirely unimpressed. "So you chose to wear that, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, dramatic enough that you were sure he saw it- you wanted him to. "What's that supposed to mean?" You eyes narrowed, meeting his challengingly through them mirror, though you didn't turn around to face him.

Eddie nodded slowly, no signs of aggravation, or irritation even at your snarly mood. "Stand up f'me." His voice hardened, slipping into commanding that had your body jolting, eager to please. "Let me get a good look at you. See the whole thing."

You scoffed, despite the rush of excitement that was flooding red hot through your entire body, pushing your small stool back from the vanity. The dress barely covered your ass, resting just below the swell- dangerously short. Eddie's chest roared with possessive furious heat at the thought of you bending over, showing anyone what was between your legs, what belonged to him.

"You look pretty, baby." He didn't miss the way your shoulders fell, slumped with shocked disappointment. "What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm an angel." You batted your eyes sweetly, a purr to your tone that had Eddie's heart jumping.

"You sure are." Eddie matched your tone, effortlessly flirtatious, lips curling in a half grin.

"I don't have my wings and my halo on yet." You smoothed the white material of your dress down, smoothing out a wrinkle.

"You don't have your dress on either, do you?" Eddie cooed, his tone soft and light. You almost missed his question.

"Yeah I do." You frowned, looking down at your dress. "This is what I'm wearing."

"Oh, baby," Eddie laughed softly, shaking his head. "That's cute, but you're not going out in that."

"Yes, I am." Your voice was fierce, already snapping with fight.

"C'mon," Eddie scoffed with a slight smirk, rolling his eyes lightly like you were so silly, like it was a teasing joke you were playing on him. "You're not wearin' that out, sweet thing. Especially not with me not around. Go on and change into something else."

"I'm not changing." You huffed, nose scrunching with annoyance. "I'm wearing this, and if you don't want me wearing it without you, then you should come. Like you said you would."

Eddie nodded slowly, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek. "I told you, baby, I can't come tonight-"

"-You don't want to come tonight." You snapped. "There's a difference."

"Hm," Eddie hummed, exhaling slowly, eyes still on you so fiercely you were beginning to squirm.

"You said you would come, Ed." Your voice teetered off into a whine, turning to him with pleading eyes.

The same fight you'd had for the past week, since Eddie pulled out of going to Nancy and Jonathan's Halloween party with you, claiming he was "too busy". You knew the truth. That he was uncomfortable being around your friends, people who might judge him, side eye him with fear when he came in.

"No one's going to care that you're there. You're coming with me." You pleaded, trying to rationalize with him.

"I told you, I'm busy." Eddie's tone clipped with harshness, eyes scanning over your frame.

Your lips pressed together, arms crossing over your chest in fury. "Fine." You snapped. "But I'm not changing."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not." You growled. "I like what I'm wearing, and I think other people will like it too." It was a low blow, one that you knew was risky, might send Eddie over the edge and break his calm exterior- which was exactly what you wanted.

He knew that, which is why he swallowed back the commanding bark in his throat, though you didn't miss the way his nostrils flared.

Nails tapping against your folded arms, your lips twisted. "I thought you'd like what I had on, too." Your tone was still harsh, but filled with an edge of a sultry purr at the end, hands sliding down your hips suggestively. "I thought you liked it when I dressed up for you."

You were definitely playing dirty now, you both knew it. But Eddie allowed it, allowed you to walk towards him, straddling his lap, legs spread and on either side of his spread thighs so your dress rode up, exposing the tiny, lacy white g-string underneath.

"Thought you liked it when I wore a little costume, hm?" Your nose was brushing his, lips tickling when they ghosted over his.

His jaw clenched to keep himself from breaking, to keep from kissing you and pinning you to the mattress, fucking you until you were a pliant mess under him, knees knocking when you walked afterwards, still leaking him down your thighs.

"I do like it." Eddie's voice was strained, swallowing back a flustered shake. "Love it when you dress up f'me, you know that."

You hummed, soft and airy, your hands wrapped around his neck, nails raking over his skin. "So come with me tonight. See me all dressed up." Your lips brushed over his, just light enough to drive him wild, have his hands twitching.

"You don't even have to dress up, Ed. Just come with me." You grinned, nipping at his bottom lip, smug at how his breath hitched. "I'll be dressed up enough for the both of us."

"Not in that dress, you won't." Eddie's eyes met yours, hard with challenge. "Told you, you're not wearing that dress out."

You blinked at him, scoffing before pushing back, sitting back on the tops of his thighs. Eddie couldn't help but look under your parted legs, lacy panties fully on display and barely covering your slit.

"Yeah? You won't be there to stop me from wearing it." You snarled, pulling your legs down onto the red carpet beneath you with a stomp.

"I'll wear whatever I want." You growled, standing between Eddie's legs, pushing the dress back down and into place, smoothing out the wrinkles. Your gaze met his, eyes narrowed with anger, a gentle snarl on your lips that told him your were about to say something mean.

"Maybe I'll find someone there who actually appreciates my costume." You turned with a scoff, barely stepping out from between Eddie's legs before a strong hand caught your wrist, yanking you back towards him.

A gasp tore from your chest, shocking realization flooding your system as Eddie hauled you over his knee, pinning each of your wrists to the small of your with his hand effortlessly.

"Wait! Wait! Eddie-" You squirmed frantically, trying to loosen his grip while he wasted no time shoving your dress up, leaving you bare in your tiny panties.

"Wait, no, I-I'll change, Ed. I was just- oh!" You squealed at the impact, his hand leaving a stinging impact on your left ass cheek.

Eddie didn't lecture you, didn't coo at you until you were sniffly and babbling while he spanked you. Instead, he stayed silent. delivering thundering hits to your backside, heavily focusing on the underside where your thighs met your ass- where he knew people could see the lasting handprints in your dress. It was calculated and mean, left your sniffling and wailing with each hit, shamelessly soaked and grinding onto his leg.

"I'll change! I'll change my outfit!" You wailed, hips lifting and thrashing to the right, trying to twist and avoid his burning assault on your ass.

"Stop it, Ed! I said I'll change!" You huffed, stomping your foot onto the ground, bratty and demanding. Eddie's cock strained behind his dress pants at the sound, delivering another hard spank to the center of your ass, that echoed through the room with a resounding clap.

"Stooop!" You whined, high pitched and nasally, wriggling in his grip. "You're gonna r-ruin my makeup!" You could feel the prickling of a sob threatening to take over, a floodgate that would be much worse than the few tears that had already slipped out.

"I'll be good! I'll change my dress! Ok? I will, Ed!" You howled at the next two blows, leaving your spine arching, lifting off the silk sheets.

"Look at me." Eddie finally spoke in a gravelly growl, his free hand catching your jaw, holding you up to look at him. Your eyes shifted to his, blinking back tears and fighting back wet, pitiful sniffles.

"You gonna listen to me now? Ready to be good for me?" Eddie's voice still wasn't in it's usual coo, but softer than before, leaving your lip wobbling.

"Yes," Your voice squeaked, teary though you tried to fight it.

"What do you say to Daddy?" Eddie lifted a brow, sternness still in his features. "For being so mean before, what do you say? Hm? What do good girls say when they've been mean and bad?"

"'M sorry." You muttered, eyes dropping from his gaze with bashful shame.

"Look at me." Eddie growled, hand tightening around your jaw lightly. "You know better. Need me to take you in the office, hm? Go get the paddle?"

"No," You tried to shake your head, stiffened by his grasp.

"Then what do you say? Let me hear you, loud and clear. And you better keep those eyes on me when you say it. You know how you're supposed to do it." Eddie's voice was harsh, enough to leave you shaking with fear and pleasure, throbbing between your legs. He didn't miss the way your hips rocked down on his leg when he spoke to you.

"I-I'm sorry." Your pitch raised, voice wobbling when you spoke up, your eyes locked on his. "I won't be mean anymore, Daddy. I'll be good. I-I promise."

Eddie hummed, satisfied, his grip loosening on your cheeks, letting go of your hands. Your arms ached, wrist rubbed sore from the chafing of skin on skin. Eddie settled you back, perched on the edge of his thigh, fighting back a grin when you hissed at your raw backside touching his pants.

"That's a good girl. That's my good girl." Eddie cooed softly, pulling you into his chest, your cheek pressed to his shoulder. "You know I hate having to be mean to you like that, but you have to listen to my rules, baby."

"I-I know." Your hiccupy voice was soft, chest heaving with a cry you were still trying to swallow. "I just... I really want you to come with me tonight, Ed." You squeaked, tilting your head back to look at him.

"I know you don't want to, but... it would mean a lot to me if you did." You whispered, fingers nervously toying with the edge of his shirt. "I just want to be with you and my friends. I don't-I don't like it having to be separate all the time. I just want one night where- where it feels normal."

Eddie's chest ached, pulling you closer to him. He was going soft, he was sure of it. Soft and ruined completely by you- not that he minded.

"I'll go with you tonight." Eddie hesitated, eyes flickering down to yours carefully, watching yours fill with excitement, lighting up at his words. "But, I'm having Gareth and Max wait outside. In case any shit happens-"

"-It won't-"

"-Just incase." Eddie cut you off, giving you a pointed look that had you nodding, curling back into his hold. "And, you're still changing."

You bit back a smile, nodding. "Yeah, probably can't wear this now." You giggled lightly. "Kinda ruined it."

"Oh, sweetheart, I haven't ruined it yet." Eddie grinned, hand squeezing your waist just to hear you squeal before he flipped you back onto the bed, hovering over you.

"I do like this costume." His lips hovered over yours, curls from his bangs tickling your own forehead, leaving you squirming.

"But I think I want it," His lips pressed to yours, a full kiss that lasted far too shortly for your liking, eyes barely closing in pleasure before he pulled back.

"All," Kiss.

"To," Kiss.

"Myself."

You whined into his mouth, his thigh strategically moving between your legs, bumping with your clothed pussy, teasingly.

"You think you can do that for me?" Eddie's breath ghosted over your lips, dragging over your cheek, pressing a hot, wet kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Think this can be just f'me, baby?"

"Mm-hmm." You whimpered, hands sliding over his shoulders, pulling him back towards you, closer and closer. "Just for you."

"Just for me." Eddie grinned, pressing a kiss to your jaw, teeth grazing barely, leaving you jumping with excitement.

"You do look so pretty though. My pretty girl, always." Eddie praised softly, pushing off the mattress to look at you fully. You whined, fist balling around his shirt, trying to keep him close, flush to you.

Eddie batted them away gently, his hands sliding down your frame to your legs, wrapped around his waist, spreading them gently. "I do think you should keep on these," Eddie rasped, finger tracing over your clothed slit, down the seam of your panties while you arched into his touch, desperate for more.

"Please, Ed, please." You begged, mind already spacing with needy pleasure.

"Shh, I got you, baby. I'll take care of you." Eddie soothed you gently, hands cupping under your knees, pushing your thighs back to your chest. "I've got you, sweet thing. Just hold your legs up f'me. Can you do that?"

You nodded eagerly, shaking hands grabbing at your kneecaps, jerking them towards your chest in a tight grip. Eddie grinned, sliding down your frame, knees sinking into the carpet. "Good girl." Eddie growled, hands on your waist, dragging you to the edge of the bed, grinning at how you gasped.

His fingers ghosted over your slit again, pressing in and giving a gentle, teasing rub over your aching clit that had you crying out, nails digging into your skin before he finally hooked your panties to the side. Tongue tracing down one lip, down the other, then right to the middle, just a featherlight, teasing that had you squirming in frustration.

You were close to voicing your frustration, the whine caught in your throat when Eddie's face pressed into your cunt, nose brushing with your clit, tongue lapping at your folds. Your hands moved to his hair, pulling him in closer and closer, hips swiveling down, pressing further and further into him. He didn't stop until you were crying out, breathy and broken, babbling on and on, "'m gonna cum, E-Eddie, I'm- oh!" music to his ears.

"Look at you," Eddie cooed, stilling himself when he filled you, stuffed full of his cock, grinning at the glassy, love stricken look in your eye. "You are an angel, hm? The prettiest fuckin' angel I've ever seen."

Nails sinking into the mattress, you balled the silk sheets in your hand as he started to move, slow but deep rolls of his hips into yours. "I-I don't have my wings on." You babbled brainlessly, mind spinning and reeling with pleasure. "O-Or my- oh! Right there, Ed- Or my halo."

"Don't need it." Eddie sucked a breath in between gritted teeth, his strokes coming faster now, sending your eyes rolling back.

"You're always an angel. Prettiest- fuck- prettiest angel in the world. My pretty angel." Eddie reached for your chin, grabbing it so you looked at him through fluttering lashes. "You're my pretty girl. You know that? You know it, don't you, baby?"

"Ye-Yes." You clenched at his words, and for a moment, he saw stars, letting out a deep groan of pleasure.

"Let me hear you." Eddie's grip tightened around your jaw. "I wanna hear you say it. Say you're my pretty girl."

"I-I'm yours, Ed." Your head tilted back, tummy tightening as you teetered closer and closer to your orgasm.

The small slap to your cheek had you gasping, attention pulled back to Eddie. His brows furrowed, lips in a tight, concentrated line. "That's not what I said." Eddie shook his head. "Thought you were gonna listen to Daddy?"

"I-I am." You whined, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling Eddie in closer to you.

"Then do what I said." Eddie tilted his head towards you, looking down the slope of his nose at you. "Say it. I wanna hear you."

You bit back a whimper, gasping at a particularly perfect stroke that had your vision blurring. "I-I'm you're pretty girl."

"Who's pretty girl?" Eddie coaxed, the pad of his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. His breath ragged, chest starting to heave- you knew he was close too.

"Y-Yours." You choked out, tears of pleasure brimming your waterline.

"That's right." Eddie growled, folding himself over top of you, lips catching yours in a sloppy kiss. His hand slid between your bodies, circling your clit just right until you were writhing, scratching down his skin as you came undone, his own release following shortly after.

You were late to the party.

Not that either of you minded, really. And it wasn't like anyone there dared to say anything either. Even Nancy, who just gave you a wide smile when she opened the door.

"You made it!" She squealed, pulling you into a hug.

"Yeah, sorry. We had to take the dogs out." You lied easily, eyes cutting over to Eddie's with a small smile.

Nancy's brow raised gently, though she said nothing. "H-Hey, Eddie." You didn't miss the way her grip tightened on the door, opening it wider so you two could walk in. "Glad you could come."

"Yeah. Thanks for havin' me." Eddie nodded, stiff with an unusual uncomfortableness. He felt awkward being in his street clothes- ripped jeans and chains, a band tee (a Dio shirt you claimed would be perfect- "a devil and an angel!"), instead of the usual designer wear he'd grown so accustomed to. He felt truly back in high school, just as nervous as he was then.

Your hand slid down the leather of his jacket, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "Um, well, drinks and snacks are in the kitchen- you know where the kitchen is." Nancy looked at you with a nod, the music growing louder and louder as soon as you entered the house.

You followed her through the house, passing by the numerous people, ignoring how they'd stop, still, eyes wide and stare when Eddie passed, whispering in shushed tones behind your back.

"Help yourself to whatever." Nancy smiled, motioning to the array of alcohol. "I got you Bacardi Breezers, a whole pack." She gave you a teasing smile.

You laughed back, shaking your head, giving a slight shiver. "Oh, great. It'll be just like senior year all over again." You smirked. Eddie's interest piqued, though he kept his gaze nonchalant, scanning the room, making a mental note to ask you about that later.

"I'm gonna go make sure no one's broke anything, but I'll be right back." Nancy nodded, giving your arms a gentle squeeze, before shimmying through the crowds of people.

"You want anything?" You asked, reaching for the colorful glass bottle out of the pack.

"No." Eddie shook his head.

"Not even a beer?" You lifted a brow, turning back to him. "They have Miller."

"I'm good, baby." Eddie nodded sweetly, eyes catching with a guy who was staring, narrowing his gaze just barely before he looked aways. "You get whatever you want."

You looked over at him, twisting the bottle in your hand. "Can you open this?"

Eddie obliged, of course, cracking it on his belt buckle- a trick he learned from years ago, from when he still saw half of these people every day in the hell that was high school.

You took him to the living room, finding a corner tucked away from the beer pong set up in the middle, the people drunkenly dancing and chatting.

Eddie sat down in the small arm chair, hand around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You hissed, face crumpling for a moment, wiggling to a comfortable spot.

"You hurting?" Eddie frowned, head ducking towards you.

"No, I just forgot." You muttered, bashfully. "I'm fine."

"You'd tell me if you weren't?" Eddie lifted a brow.

"You know I would." You smiled reassuringly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I think I like this dress better." You looked down at the long, silk, white dress you'd swapped the other out for. "Looks more angelic."

"Anything you put on looks angelic, baby." Eddie grinned playfully, positively sweet and silly. His face fell after a moment, scanning the room, looking to make sure no one was watching- he couldn't dare have someone see him like this, boyish and silly and so, so in love.

You giggled, pressing the bottle to your lips, taking a quick swig. "Thank you for coming with me." You hummed, leaning your head on his shoulder, the feathers of your halo headpiece tickling chin.

"C'mon," Eddie muttered lightly, squeezing your hip. "Do anything for you, baby."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." Eddie nodded, looking down at you. "You've ruined me. Made me soft."

You giggled, pulling back to look at him. "Is that a bad thing?"

"For you? No." Eddie grinned softly. "Best thing that's ever happened to me. You know that."

You beamed under his praise, hands grabbing his cheeks, pulling him into a sloppy make out right there in the corner of the party, and Eddie felt like he was sixteen again.

"You're so sweet." You hummed, starry eyed and airy when you pulled apart. "So good to me."

"You deserve it." Eddie muttered, cheeks pricking with a heat he couldn't fight off. "Plus, this isn't all bad. Better than I thought it would be." He looked around the room. You both seemed to blend in, get lost in the crowd now, everyone else doing their own thing while you watched.

"Really?" You grinned widely. "Told you it would be fun."

"Yeah, you were right." Eddie nodded, eyes rolling down your frame. "Plus you were right, I do love to see you in a costume." He growled, leaving you squealing with giggles.

[travelingtwentysomething]

Prompt: “Pick a god and pray” they said, and you did, praying to every god you knew. And as you did this a name popped into your mind, one you didn’t recognize, yet you prayed to them all the same. In response the air stood still, like even the world had forgotten their name.

Devotion Tastes So Sweet On Your Lips (AO3)

It was another one of those nights- Steve was running through the dark trees, waking nightmare chasing him down.

He prayed his footing stayed true. He prayed that his breaths didn't falter. He prayed that the hungry darkness falling fast in his shadow didn't catch him.

He prayed to all the gods. Every deity he had ever learned of, all the new gods, and the old. He prayed until the sweat burning his eyes blinded him and he felt a root leap up in front of his foot.

He stumbled but did not fall.

But the sound of a snapping maw was closing around the dust he kicked up.

Suddenly, in his desperation, a name floated from the depths of his erratic heart to the tip of his bitten tongue.

"Eddie the Banished, of the Fallen Forest— Please- Please," Steve huffed, a force behind the name punched through his diaphragm and left him no air to plead with.

No sooner had the name fallen from Steve's lips, than the ground fell away beneath him- an embankment, steep and unforgiving in its angle. He rolled past tree trunks, slid over rough roots, and scraped jagged rocks loose for gravity to bring along for the ride.

His body hit the bottom and bounced.

Steve was dazed, his ears felt muffled as if he had landed underwater. He sat up so fast his vision swam, leaving trails of light where the stars shone down on him under the glare of the full moon.

He tried to stand, but his stomach protested- knees, shaken and unsteady, refused to hold his weight. He fell, once again on his back, trying to catch his bearings.

When his head cleared enough that the moon ceased it's dance in the sky above him, Steve sat up slowly, taking stock of his surroundings. He strained his ears to hear the snap of twigs or the slide of rocks down the slope he had just ridden as his pursuer followed him into the gorge.

It was silent as a ghost.

Steve pressed his palms to his ears and felt no blood, squeezing to try and pressure shock them into working.

He listened again—

Not even a whisper of wind in the trees.

Steve picked up a twig from the soft bed of moss that had saved his limbs from the worst of the abrupt impact and snapped it between his fingers- the sound sharp enough to startle him.

His ears worked just fine, it seemed- it was the forest that was broken.

As Steve got one knee under him, prepared to make another attempt to stand- a shadow fell over him.

Steve kept his head lowered, subdued under the charge in the air- the unmistakable aura of predator.

He slowly raised his eyes, and only his eyes.

There, standing tall above him, was a Wild God.

"It has been... So long-" The voice was grinding stones carried on the wind, "I'd forgotten what it sounded like." The Wild God lowered his body into a facsimile of a bow. A hand that shadows cling to like smoke, finger tips black as the night and ephemeral, ghosted under his chin, raising Steve's eyes to meet the darkness shining in the Wild God's own. "My name on some desperate tongue."

Steve was struck with a lightning heat deep inside his belly that rose like a plume of ashes from the mouth of a volcano, his face burning under the gaze of the most beautiful and terrifying wonder he had ever witnessed.

"Say it again." The Wild God demanded, voice deep enough to shake the ground Steve knelt on.

"Eddie the Banished, of the Fallen Forest." Steve moaned, unabashed.

Eddie's eyes rolled and the whites flickered behind shivering lashes as he savored the taste of devotion.

[plusultraetc]

Halloween headcanon that Mic absolutely used to convince Aizawa to go to haunted houses with him when they were teenagers by passing it off as ‘extra quirk training,’ because who else was going to make sure he didn’t deafen everyone present if he got scared? (Aizawa graciously did not point out that Mic had excellent control of his quirk and the odds of this happening were slim to none)

[italiansteebie]

something you'd never expect about steve harrington is that he loves halloween.

i mean, he really gets into it.

he dresses up, decorates the house, hands out candy and even goes trick or treating with the kids as an excuse. "i'm keeping an eye on you guys!"

"you didn't have to dress up though,"

"yes i did, dustin. you don't know everything."

even after the upside down bullshit, he still loves it, and maybe he kept his scoops uniform with blood and barf stains so he could use it as a costume. and maybe that was kind of fucked, but he's coping with it.

now, steve's love for halloween is one of robins favorite things about him. especially since his house is equipped for an exceptional party, what with the size and the decorations steve is going to put up anyways? it's perfect.

so the halloween after scoops, they throw a masquerade of sorts. it's quite a rager, despite steve's expectations.

he decided to go as a masked cowboy.

he got the boots, the hat, and he wore a leather vest that ended up giving him a chill for the night since other than some chaps, it was all he was wearing on his body. he did the whole nine yards with a red bandana and some sunglasses.

"hey cowboy."

steve turned, taking in the sight in-front of him.

a guy, with long curly hair, somehow making a jason voorhees costume work.

he tipped his hat, always committed to the bit, "jason." he said simply, thanking the bandana gods for hiding his blush.

"never woulda thought king steve would throw a party like this."

"why not?"

"i dunno. it's cool though, guy seems to have changed."

"for the better?"

jason tilted his head, "yeah man. for the better." he said it as though the decision had been made, and locked in place.

so they sat.

and talked.

all night.

and the rest of the party seemed to fade away. that is until a drunk robin, dressed as micheal myers laid across his lap, "kick everyone out, im tired."

he checked his watch, it was 4 am, probably about time for them to go home. so he stood, gearing up to say his farewell to jason, maybe ask him for his number, but when he turned again, he was gone. only the smell of weed and cheap cologne remained. (and later, he'd find, a lone 36 sided die, that he'd end up asking dustin about).

it's silly to think that steve was falling in love with this guy after only just meeting him, but he'd grappled with his sexuality on a bathroom floor, appropriately, and was ready to dive back into the dating pool. or maybe the puddle, because halloween jason, seemed to be the one.

the only thing is, steve has no idea who the guy is.

that is at least until, none other than eddie munson had a broke bottle pressed against his neck. now he didn't figure it out in that moment, but when they were fleeing for their lives, eddie's hand found a way into steve's, and back at eddie's trailer, steve caught a glimpse of none other than the jason voorhees mask he'd been searching for ever since that party.

and maybe it was a sappy declaration of love, but steve was nothing if not a hopeless romantic.

"don't be heroes."

it was pleading.

steve tossed the dice eddie's way, watching fondly as he struggled to catch it.

"steve- wh?" he could see the moment it clicked in eddie's eyes. steve turned, ready to finish this mess, so he could talk to eddie, to jason, and figure out some shit.

"hey, steve?"

he turned, meeting eddie's eyes.

"make him pay, cowboy."

--

it was done.

they did it.

a few were in the hospital but, hey. they did it. eddie had been in a rough way for a little while, eventually pulling through but not before some physical therapy.

steve was there when he woke up.

had been ever since he'd explained to eddie's uncle wayne how they knew each other and what eddie meant to steve.

eddie cracked open his eyes.

"howdy, cowboy." it came out scratched, and rough.

"eddie," steve breathed, grasping his hand.

"i knew i liked those chaps."

steve rolled his eyes, smiling while tears rolled down his cheeks. "you saved my life." eddie said, reaching a hand to steve's cheek. steve shook his head, "how can i ever repay you?" eddie said, a glint in his eye.

steve laughed, "no thanks necessary," he said, tipping his imaginary hat, leaning into eddie's touch. "there must be someway," he said, southern drawl creeping into his voice. "how about a kiss?" steve asked, eyes flickering down to the metal heads lips.

wayne shook his head at the boys' antics. "will y'all just kiss already? im getting old waitin' for ya!"

eddie laughed at his uncle's testimony, before nodding, "c'mere, cowboy," he said, before closing the gap between him and steve.

"was it rootin' n tootin'?" eddie asked, a cheesy grin on his face as he pulled away. "sure was, partner."

"oh my god."

"hey robs,"

"steve, shut up. eddie's jason! jason from-" robin stumbled into the room. "from the party!" she all but squealed. steve laughed, nodding, "yeah, babe. we figured that one out ourselves."

[spooky-momth]

Before Skid's Dad died, Lila asked him a question.

"Was there ever a universe where this works out?"

And he closes his eyes, and finds dozens of alternate lifetimes laid out before him. They sprawl on past the horizon of infinity like rivers from a mountain spring.

There are ones where he gets to see his son grow up, his everything- He watches him grow into a fine young man, the spitting image of him with a smile that makes the world seem all the brighter.

There are ones wherein she's happy to reign over this small town at his side; Ones where the three of them get to live forever, inseparable by death, disease, or decay.

There are ones wherein he never meets the entity in the trees, never sees the eyes in the stars, and they're as close to normal as a family in this town could be. They have the luck to grow old with grace.

There are ones where she's destined to die instead.

He opens his eyes.

"No, of course not." He replies, finally. "How could there be?"

[palfriendpatine66]

Obi-Wan hates scary movies but he keeps agreeing to watch them with Anakin for the protective cuddles that inevitably end in sex before the middle of the movie

Send me, your pal, a nsfw prompt and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet!

Obi-Wan flinches into the steady warmth of Anakin’s chest as a loud crash echo through the speakers, the score becomes a cacophony of dissonant chords, and the one of the characters on the screen is the first to fall victim to whatever phantom menace is hunting them.

Obi-Wan has never really enjoyed horror movies himself but he’s recently discovered a new incentive that makes it easier to humor Anakin when it’s his turn to choose the film, at least for a time.

It starts as long fingers absently tracing a soothing caress along his lower back and at first Anakin is paying too much attention to the action on the screen to notice when Obi-Wan strategically squirms in his hold.

Soon, however, Anakin’s hands fall over the curves of Obi-Wan’s ass, digging in as the older man begins a tortuous rolling grind that steals his attention away from the screen.

It ends with Anakin’s sweaty curls tipped back over the arm of the couch as he gasps for breath and a smug who Obi-Wan shifts off of the spent cock beneath him to snuggle into Anakin’s warm side, not at all minding that the rest of the movie is muffled in between the pounding of Anakin’s heart and the arm that holds him close.

[natalievoncatte]

There had been a time when Kara was almost relieved when she lost her powers to a solar flare. The silence was like a lover's kiss to her ear, the peace like the embrace warm maternal arms. It was almost like being home. When her powers were active, the sounds and sights and sensations were always there, just around a corner made of concentration, beyond a door made of discipline. Kara could never tune out the cacophony. She could only tame it, bend it to her will.

Now the world around her had shrunk, it seemed, to a span of twenty or thirty feet, occupied by her sister, Samantha Arias, and a bedraggled, harried Lena Luthor. Kara could barely tear her eyes from Lena. Her best friend looked like she'd been through something terrible, bloodshot eyes wide, the tracks of tears still fresh on her face. One hand was stuffed firmly in her pocket, clutched firmly around what was probably a gun.

Alex, by contrast, had her sidearm out, held in the low ready position, scanning the mists around them with seeking eyes. Kara turned slowly, feeling as boxed in by her lack of superhuman sight as she was by the oppressive silence of this place.

"Where the hell are we?" said Alex.

Sam cleared her throat. "We're not going to find that out standing here."

Alex looked at her. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."

She gave that little roll of her neck, the way she did when she knew that they were in trouble, and smoothly holstered her gun under her jacket.

"My car is gone, somehow, so we're going to have to walk. Which way?"

They were standing in the middle of a road, maybe twenty feet wide and paved with smooth cobbles, slowly being swallowed by the mud beneath them. The road was lined on both sides by dense forest, mostly pines with a few bare deciduous trees clawing their way up between the dull gay-green branches. Between the trunks was a deep and dense thicket, with thorns as long as the smallest of Kara's fingers. They weren't going that way.

Lena tilted her head, pointing with her chin the way she sometimes did.

"That way. I think I see lights."

Kara stepped up beside her, peering into the mist with her natural Kryptonian eyesight. Her vision was more acute than that of a human, just as her skeleton was denser and had more bones and her muscles had different attachment points and denser fibers, all of which made her about fifty percent heavier than she looked. She still had strength. She could still protect Lena, and the others.

There was a little flutter in her chest. There always was.

"Lena," Kara said, turning to her. 

"Not now. Let's get home, then we'll talk," Lena said, a tremor beneath the professional chill in her voice.

"I'll go first," said Kara.

"I'm the one with the gun," said Alex. "Kara, maybe I should take point."

Kara shot her a sharp look and started forward. Lena hesitated for a brief moment, then took up position just behind Kara's left shoulder, so close that Kara thought she could feel the other woman's presence.

As she walked, Kara chewed her lip, fighting the urge to look back and try to strike up conversation again. It ended up a kind of walking fidget, with Kara worrying at her palms with her thumbs.

She's mad. She must be furious. I should have told her. Why didn't I tell her?

"Did you hear that?" said Sam.

They all stopped. Alex turned.

"Hear what?"

"I thought I heard... laughing," said Sam.

"I didn't," said Kara, "but then again, I don't have my powers."

That wasn't true. She had this maddening sense that it was all there, just out of her reach somehow. She scanned the mist again, feeling her frustration mount.

"I hear voices up ahead," said Lena. "Look."

There were lights ahead, swaying gently as in a breeze. Kara squared herself up and led them all ahead, chin down, ready for a fight. She had to make sure they were all okay. 

The lights grew brighter. As they grew nearer, they began to flicker more clearly. Candles, or gas lamps. Shapes resolved in the mist, first the vague impression of vertical members and timbers, but as they grew nearer, Kara saw they were trellises and there were lamps strung between the uprights, swaying gently over rows of long picnic tables, each covered in an elegant silk cloth that must have cost a fortune. On the tables, a feast was laid out, half-eaten meals still on fine porcelain. Tall wine glasses stood still with their contents remaining, some half drained, the odd one here and there stained by the blush of wine or lipstick.

"Where is everybody?" said Alex. "I don't like this."

A larger shape formed in the mist as they walked between the tables. Kara glanced back and froze.

"That wasn't there before."

"What?" Alex started.

They all turned. There was a wall behind them, a high stone barrier topped with foot long wrought iron spikes, a tall barred gate in the center. Kara took a moment to work out the worked iron letters cresting the arched gate, as she was seeing them backwards: DURST MANOR.

[runraerun]

story prompt: Harringrove featuring demon!Billy ??

Thank you so much for the submission, Anon!🙏

Now, admittedly, this was for a different creature!Billy (won’t spoil it), but he’s not not a demon here sooo… 👀 10 points for whoever guesses what the hell Billy is here.

Rating: T | Word Count: 1.2k | Tags: Creature!Billy, Spooky!Billy, Max Mayfield POV.

Warning: graphic depictions of the eating of raw meat. 🥩

⬇️⬇️⬇️ Ficlet under the cut! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

There’s something wrong with Billy.

Max has known it ever since she was forced to live under the same roof as him and his Dad—her step-dad, now, she thinks bitterly. Max and her mom were doing just fine before Neil came skulking around, darkening their doorway every weekend. Max’s dad had finally gone, and her Mom was apartment hunting to get their own place, to get their fresh start. ‘Just us girls’, she said.

So much for that... Now Max is stuck living in the house with two creepy strangers who hogged all the hot water and never let her watch anything on TV that she wanted to.

And there was something very wrong with Billy.

Max had tried to telling Mom as much, but once Susan Mayfeild got her mind set on something, there was nothing anyone could do to talk her out of it. She only saw what she wanted.

What did her dad used to call it? Scales over her eyes. Like they talked about in the bible. She didn’t want to see any red flags with the Hargrove’s, so she didn’t. It was as simple as that.

But Max knows what she saw. Knows what she heard.

It was the middle of the night when the sounds woke her up. Shuffling noises, then thumping, like someone was moving furniture down the hallway, not caring if they nicked the paint off of the walls as they went.

At first, she had ignored it. The Hargrove’s house had been full of weird noises—full of weird people too. So Max had written it off. Maybe Neil or her mom had needed to use the bathroom, or maybe Billy was sneaking back into the house after a night of partying. Nothing that had anything to do with Max.

But the noises continued, only now it wasn’t something she could have simply explained away.

It was… growling sounds. Or moaning, maybe. Like an animal in pain.

Neither the Mayfield’s nor the Hargrove’s had pets—their lives were all too tumultuous.

‘It’s no life for an animal, Maxine.’ Her mother had timidly explained to her when Max had asked for a puppy.

She bit her tongue before she could spit back, ‘but it’s okay for your daughter?’

But despite the distinct lack of pets in the house, the growling noises had continued.

Max had thought maybe something had broken in, like a stray dog? Maybe one that had been injured, and needed a place to lay low for the night, lick its wounds. The poor thing, she had naively thought.

So she hadn’t stopped to think twice before she had swung her legs over the side of her bed and tip-toed her way towards her door. When she reached it, she pressed an ear to the frame, straining to hear.

She could hear the distraught, wild sounding growls, along with desperate huffs of air, like whatever it was had been suffocating.

Max hadn’t been sure what kind of dog made sounds like those, but it sounded big.

She cracked the door open. Thought briefly about going down the hall to get her Mom, but her Mom had never been an animal lover… she would probably end up chasing the dog off, leaving it to find some porch to crawl under and die.

So she had set out on her own, following the sounds, padding towards the kitchen on bare feet, careful to not make a sound.

That’s when she’d seen him.

Billy.

Her new step-brother, hunched over with his back toward her, outlined by the sharp, singular light from inside of the refrigerator.

He had been shaking, moaning, like he was in pain—as if Billy was a hair’s breadth away from tearing out of his sweat-covered skin at any moment. She remembers how his shoulders curled in, and how he kept his hands held in front of him, blocked from Max’s view.

The sounds Billy made that night didn’t sound human. They sounded guttural, deep, like something that could carry long distances. The hairs at the back of Max’s neck stood on end after a particularly long, mournful sounding bellow.

Something dropped by Billy’s socked feet. A rectangular tray of some kind. Then more snorting, wet sounds, followed by panting, like whatever Billy’s shoveling into his mouth can’t get down his gullet fast enough. His movements were panicked that night—she’d thought he was going to make himself sick if he didn’t slow down. And then another tray dropped, this one facing upward, and the shine of the plastic wrap made it obvious what it was. Her eyes had widened in horror, and she felt her blood run cold in her veins.

It was the ground beef. The packets Neil had brought home in bulk earlier in the week. ‘For hamburgers.’ He’d said, when Susan questioned why he’d bought so damn much. As if it answered the question.

But Billy was tearing through the packages, sucking back the red, bloody meat. Moaning as he cleaned off a tray, licking the blood that’s pooled at the bottom of the styrofoam, then letting it drop to the floor before he moved onto the next.

Billy growled as he tore into the newest package, loud enough that it shocked Max into jumping backwards, her back smacking against the wall behind her.

Shit shit shit—

Her heart jackrabbited in her chest as her step-brother went stone still. Inhumanly still.

The moment had stretched on for long enough that she had begun to feel light headed. Max had realized at that moment that she hadn’t been breathing the entire time she had been watching Billy. When she finally sucked back a trembling gasp, it felt as though her lungs were on fire.

Slowly, Billy had turned to her. He didn’t look right. His eyes in that light—they looked black. And his face.. Billy’s face is a mess—covered in red, raw chunks of meat with an expression so blank that for a split second Max wondered if it was all just an intensely fucked up sleep walking episode.

They stood, staring at one another. Neither one of them blinked. It had felt like the entire world had just… stopped.

“Go to bed, Maxine.” A voice that sounded like Billy’s ordered her. But it was more than Billy’s voice, she knew. It was like a dozen voices compressed into one, all speaking in harmony, save for a few delayed whispers. It was terrifying.

Normally, she would have pushed back against Billy’s stupid orders. He wasn't in charge of her, he was nothing to her—but that night, she felt the weight of his words. She felt compelled to obey.

She scrambled back down the hallway, never turning her back on Billy, keeping her eyes pinned on his dark, looming shadow. Maybe it was the fear, or maybe it was the trick of the light—her eyes playing tricks on her—but for a split second, right before she slammed her bedroom door, Max could have sworn Billy’s eyes had glowed.

She locked her door, then dragged her dresser in front of it to serve as a barricade, just to be sure. She didn’t sleep the rest of that night, replaying the image of Billy curled in on himself, frantically stuffing his mouth full of raw meat, like he would die if he didn’t get it into him quick enough—replaying the sounds that had come from somewhere deep within his chest.

Max didn’t have a fucking clue what was going on, about what mess her mother had foolishly gotten them into… no, the only thing she knew for certain was this:

There was something very wrong with Billy.

—

Make me write more today!

[oneforthemunny]

baby, you're a haunted house |rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader|

prompt: eddie is horrified to find out you don't decorate for halloween, and is determined to fix that. based off this ask request sent in by @harmonib for the spooky stories series :) thank you!!

contains: mentions of shitty parents/ shitty childhood. nothing extremely graphic but touched upon. really the rest is sweet sweet fluff. alludes to smut bc it's them, but nothing graphic. for timeline purposes, set after the engagement.

"That's it?"

Eddie's brow lifted so high that the silver hoop piercing disappeared under his curly bangs.

"Yep." You gave a short nod, hands resting on your hips, looking down at the large plastic bowl, covered in an array of Peanuts characters all in various costumes.

"That's- Baby, are you serious?" Eddie's eyes widened, lips pulling in a look of shock, maybe horror.

You frowned, looking down at the bowl resting on top of the counter. You thought it was cute, you thought Eddie would find it adorable too.

"Yeah, I mean, I know it looks small but I don't get a lot of trick-or-treaters, honestly-"

"-Probably because they think no one's here." Eddie scoffed before he could help it, grimacing at the frown you gave him. "Sorry, but... Sweetheart, this is it? This is all you have? All your Halloween decorations?"

You wrapped your arms around yourself, scowl only deepening on your features making Eddie cringe. "So what? It's a candy bowl. That's all kids care about anyways." You muttered, eyes darting from his gaze back to the bowl.

"But what about you?" Eddie twirled the bowl around, examining the wrap around design on the lip. "You don't like to decorate for yourself?"

"No, not really." Your chin ducked down, toying with the edge of the cream fur trimmed sweater you'd bought yesterday. You had been so excited to go shopping for fall, at the first dip in temperatures. Eddie had promised you he'd take you somewhere with real seasons, back home to Indiana where the leaves actually changed.

"What?" Eddie gawked, lips curling in a soft smile, hoping it would ease you out of your own defenses. He'd grown used to coaxing you out of yourself when you got like this, guarded and snippy when you felt challenged in any way.

"That's shocking. I thought you'd be like, the biggest decorating fan. give Martha Stewart a run for her money." Your lips twitched in a smile you tried to hide, eyes finally meeting his.

"I mean, I would like to. I just... I don't know. I've never really decorated before." You admitted, twirling the puffs of fur at the end of the zipper. "My parents didn't ever really decorate so I guess I never got in the habit."

Eddie's eyes widened, blinking in shock. "Ever? They never decorated ever? Not even for Christmas or-or Valentine's Day or something?"

Your face twisted, tight the way it always did when you were talking about something painfully uncomfortable- when you talked about your childhood. "No. Well, we did a few times when I was younger for Christmas and my Dad's parents were still alive. They'd come over and spend Christmas, but my Mom would just hire one of those staging companies to come a few days before Christmas and bring decorations and make it look nice."

"You didn't even have a tree?" Eddie gaped. "Even I had a Christmas tree."

You rolled your eyes, lips pursing in annoyance. "Yeah, congrats, Ed. I had shittier parents than you, I guess." Your tone clipped, dripping in surly sarcasm.

Eddie sucked in a breath, biting his tongue to keep any sharp retorts back. It was still an adjustment, even now that you were engaged, to keep his retorts soft when they needed to be- to be soft with you.

"I didn't-" Eddie's breath huffed, a strangling sigh that kept in the rest of his words. "Go put your shoes on."

"Why?" Nose scrunched in confusion, still lingering with hints of an attitude Eddie was hoping wasn't going to be a problem.

"Because," He grinned, dimples creasing softly into his cheeks. "We're gonna go shopping."

Your eyes lit up, perking at your favorite activity- or so Eddie said since you were always shopping for something. "Shopping?" It was your turn to grin. "For what?"

"Decorations." Eddie nodded firmly, patting his pockets for his wallet, chains jingling on his jeans. "We need some for our house."

"Don't you have some we could use?" Your voice was softer than before, shoulders a little deflated.

"Yeah, but those aren't ours, those are mine." Eddie shook his head. "We need some for both of us. That we both like. So when we're old as shit and putting 'em out, we still like them." He grinned, pinching your cheek gently, heart skipping at the giggle you gave him.

"C'mon, it'll be fun, babe, I promise. You'll like it. Just like when we decorated this house, but better because this isn't boring stuff. It's actually fun." Eddie grinned, motioning towards the painting behind him- a real Van Gogh given to you as a wedding gift, bought off your registry, of the infamous 'Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette'.

"We'll go to that one store you like. The Pierce-"

"-Pier One-"

"-Right. That one. We'll start there, and we can just look everywhere. As long as you want." Eddie's hand slid down the soft cashmere of your sweater, giving your forearms a gentle squeeze that had your skin tingling with excitement.

"As long as I want, hm?" You hummed, brow quipping playfully. "That's a risk, Munson. You're sure you're committing to that?"

"Always committing to you, Munson." Eddie's lips curled. "You know that. As long as you want, wherever you want. We'll hop on a flight to New York if you want to. They might have better stuff, actually. More fall than the places here."

"Hm, that's pretty tempting." Your lips twisted in thought. "I do love New York."

"I know you do." Eddie grinned, his eyes shining with that familiar sparkle of wild that had your knees shaking. "Fuck it, let's go to New York. Go pack."

"Eddie," You gawked lightly, a breathy giggle slipping out with his name. "I- We can't go to New York."

"Why?" Eddie frowned. "I don't have anything to do. Do you?"

"No, but-but I haven't told Jacques. The jet won't be ready-"

"-LAX is still a thing, baby." Eddie teased lightly. "We'll just take the plane down there. Call Jacques and get the jet set up for us to take back. That's when we'll need it, anyways, for all the Halloween stuff we're gonna buy." Eddie's grin only widened, eyes getting more and more wild with the excitement of the trip.

"Go pack. I'll call Nelson, tell him to get us a hotel room at The Plaza- You want The Plaza, right?" Eddie pointed at you, walking towards the phone on the wall in the newly renovated kitchen.

You hesitated, tummy flipping with excitement and rushes of adoration, nodding gently. "I can get Jacques to call instead. He knows the manager there."

"Yeah, you know what, that's probably a good idea." Eddie placed the phone back on the hook. "Last time we stayed there, we kinda fucked the place up. Don't know if they'll let us back. Good call, baby. You call Jacques, and I'll start packing."

Eddie walked past you, ringed hand skittering across your waist, stopping to pull you into him, lips smashed to your in a sweetly steamy kiss.

He pulled back with a wet smack of his lips, grinning wide and bright back at you. "This is gonna be so fun. I can't fuckin' wait."

You giggled in response, brain fuzzy and gooey with a warmth you'd never felt before, not with anyone other than Eddie. Love blinded, completely and utterly by him. Willing to follow him anywhere, and do anything with him, which is why you dialed the phone, feeling like you could float on air as you leaned against the counter, chatting with your family's personal assistant about the spontaneous plans. Jacques' snarly tone of disapproval when you mentioned Eddie couldn't even soil your mood, too stricken with excited affection to be anything other than giddy.

"Oh, what about this one?" Eddie lifted the metal Jack-O-Lantern, spinning it by the painted stem towards you. "This looks like you."

Nearly two hours after landing, you and Eddie hadn't wasted any time. Throwing your bags in the presidential suite before stepping into the chauffeured car, hauling to 5th Avenue.

"I do like that." Your lips curled, running a hand over the smooth surface. "That's really cute. Do they have two?"

"Yeah, they've got a bunch. Look this one has a different face." Eddie beamed with pride, grabbing the other pumpkin, a little taller than the others, making a more shocked face rather than smiling like the other. "Do you want the exact same one?"

"No, I like the different ones. I think that would be pretty by the mantle. On the ledge?" You looked at him, and though you didn't say it, he knew you were looking for approval. Still a little apprehensive at the newness of decorating, unsure that you were doing it right, and just needing that extra push of confidence that Eddie always gave you.

"That would look amazing, yeah." Eddie grinned, curls bobbing as he nodded. He handed the two back to the eager sales person behind him, nodding with a muttered thanks as she took it to the front.

"What about some ghosts?" Eddie reached into the shelf, turning a stuffed ghost holding a stack of pumpkins around to show you. "That looks pretty cool."

"Can you... Do you think it'll match the other?" You bit your lip, fingers twirling the small pumpkin coasters against your palm nervously.

"Yeah, sweetheart, it's all Halloween." Eddie grinned softly, a hand on your hip, giving you a sweet, reassuring squeeze. "That's the great part about it, it's all on theme because it's all Halloween. Can't mess it up."

You relaxed under his touch, giving a quick nod. "I do like that." Your head tilted lightly, reaching out to feel the felt ghost. "It's cute."

Eddie nodded with a wide smile, picking it up and curling it against the leather of his jacket. "What about witches hats? Feel like you'd really like the witchy stuff."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You frowned playfully up at him, swallowing back a smile.

His hand moved to the small of your back, rubbing the skin that peeked out gently. "I dunno, you seem like a witchy woman, I guess." Eddie grinned playfully, giving a small shrug at your exaggerated gasp. "Seems like you'd really like that kinda stuff."

"Are you calling me a witch?" You pressed your lips together, slipping down the aisles towards the brooms and pointed hats.

"Nah, you're definitely more of a vampire vibe. Like Camille from Undying Love." Eddie snorted lightly.

"Why? Because I suck the life out of you?" You rolled your eyes, manicured nails raking over a pointed hat covered in stitched beads that made a sparkling spiderweb.

"Well, I mean, you're pretty good at sucking. Give amazing head, baby." Eddie snickered, his own cackles growing watching you squirm, eyes darting around to make sure no one heard.

"You're gross." You rolled your eyes, lips curling in a smug grin you couldn't fight back.

"Yeah, I think you like it." Eddie's hand dipped lower, squeezing your left ass cheek hard enough to have you squealing lightly, ducking down and nipping at the tip of your ear.

"Put it on." He nodded towards the hat your hand was still lingering on. "Wanna see you in it."

You scoffed lightly, picking up the witches hat. "Thought I was more of a vampire type."

"Yeah, I think you are, but I can't know for certain." Eddie shrugged, stepping back. "Lemme see you in it, then I'll make up my mind."

You snorted lightly, situating the witches hat on your head, spinning it so the long sheer fabric was in the back. You threw your hands out gently, pivoting from side to side sillily so Eddie could see, exaggeratedly modeling for him.

The loud wolf whistle he let out took you by surprise, had you jumping and snatching the hat off with a glare. "Ed-"

"-No, baby, that's definitely a keeper." Eddie laughed, uncaring about the others who turned towards the two of you. "I was wrong, you're definitely more of a witch. That looks so good on you."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "You're relentless."

"And you're hot." Eddie grinned, tossing you a wink that had you bristling with excitement, turning and hoping he didn't see how flustered it made you.

"We'll be taking this, and definitely this too." Eddie turned to the sales associate, passing off the finds.

"Why are you getting the hat?" You lifted a brow, hand running down the bark of a 'witch broom' that hung on the rack. "Are you going to wear it?"

"Shit, I will if you want me to." Eddie flirted, smoothly sliding his hand back over your waist. "Was thinking you could wear it later tonight. Stop at Vivienne Westwood and pick you out something black and sexy. Really put you into costume."

"Is that right?" Your tongue ran over the inside of your cheek, trying to still yourself, hide your fluster.

"Yeah, c'mon, you know how I love when you dress up for me." Eddie's breath was hot on the shell of your ear, leaving you shuddering.

"Thought we were here for Halloween decorations?" Your voice was tight, far squeakier than what you were hoping.

"We're here for that too, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun." He teased, fingers tickling up your waist. "Dressing up in a costume is apart of Halloween, anyways."

You hummed, grabbing at the ceramic bottles of potions, each etched with a different deadly name. "I like those, get those." Eddie nodded, grabbing one of each.

"I like the broom too." You tilted your head over to the one hanging. "And the cauldron. It says it turns on and makes sound."

"See?" Eddie smiled, chin hooking over your shoulder. "Knew you'd like the witchy stuff."

You giggled, turning so your noses were nearly touching. It was nice to be open and affectionate, not have to worry about sneaking around any more or saving the love for behind closed doors.

"It's more fun than the other stuff. Don't you think?" Your eyes batted sweetly at him. Eddie didn't know how to tell you that he'd agree with anything you said in that moment. Instead, he leaned forward, lips pressing against yours, a short but sweet kiss that had you both reeling.

"I love you." Eddie muttered, eyes rounded with affection, nearly drunk off his affection.

"I love you." You giggled, pressing your cheek to his. "This is a lot of fun. I can... I can see why you like it so much."

"Yeah, told you. This isn't even the best part. The best part is when you get to put it all up, ya know? Putting stuff where you want and makin' it all spooky and weird and Halloweeny." Eddie gushed with excitement.

"Yeah." Your tone dropped, looking down at the cauldron in your hand. "Guess I really missed out, huh?"

Eddie frowned, pulling back to look at you, his hand sliding over your jaw, cupping your cheek softly, pulling your gaze up to his. "Hey, c'mon, it's alright." He muttered, voice low in case others could hear.

He leaned forward, tip of his nose to yours, heart aching at the way your lip jutted lightly in a sad pout. "You're never gonna miss out again, alright? I promise you. I'll make sure you never miss out, and when we have our own kids, they won't miss out. Promise."

You moved into his hold, lips beginning to curl in a soft smile. "Thank you." Your voice barely a whisper, taking a slow, steadying breath in.

"I mean it." Eddie nodded fiercely. "You're locked in for life with me, baby, and I swear we'll decorate every single fuckin' holiday until we're a hundred years old."

You held his gaze, locking eyes in such a passionately fierce yet soft way, like you two were the only ones in the store- on the planet, maybe. It felt like that, it always did when you were with Eddie.

"Um," The timid voice of the sales associate brought you both back to reality. "I-I'm sorry, are you still finding everything ok?" She hesitated.

You pulled away, chin ducking with light embarrassment, but Eddie didn't seem bothered. "Yeah, we're gonna take these too." He nodded, passing her the ceramic figures and broom. "Oh, and this." He took the cauldron from you, passing it to her with a muttering of thanks.

"Let's keep looking. I think they said the outside stuff was over here." Eddie's hand found your back, pointing towards the next aisle.

"Outside? I thought you said you had your own outside stuff." You looked at him.

"I do, but I don't think it's really... you." Eddie looked at you with a small smile. "It's kinda scary shit. Not sure that's what you want."

"Do kids like it?"

"I don't know, actually. Never really had trick-or-treaters. I always have a party on Halloween, you remember." Eddie nodded lightly. You did remember, the infamous Halloween rager he had just a year ago. How you'd shown up in a skimpy little costume, resting on the arm of his sworn rival just to piss Eddie off. It had worked, of course, much to your discomfort. Your tummy flipped with heat, hairs raising on your spine at the memory.

"That's right. Are you doing that again this year?" You asked, passing by the plastic graveyard signs.

"I can, if you want." Eddie shrugged. "Up to you."

"Maybe have it start after trick-or-treating is done." Your eyes lingered over the costumes in the corner, a tiny bat onesie that had your heart swelling. "I want to pass out candy this year."

"Done." Eddie nodded. "Usually doesn't start until ten or eleven anyways. Gives us time to change. Shit, that reminds me, we gotta figure out a costume."

"I thought I already had a costume." You nodded towards the front where the witches hat was waiting behind the counter with the rest of your things. "Isn't that why we're going to Vivienne Westwood after this?"

"Nah, that's just for me, baby." Eddie grinned, pulling you close to him, pressing a kiss to your head. "That's your costume for me. We need something for the party. Somethin' cool and weird. Gotta be a good one, ya know? Our first Halloween together, together."

You giggled, shaking your head lightly. "I'm sure you'll come up with something good. You always do."

"Needs to be perfect." Eddie nodded, picking up a plastic headstone with Frankenstein's Bride etched on the front. "For my bride." He droned dramatically, leaving you laughing.

"Oh shit, wait, that's actually a good idea." Eddie's eyes lit up. "Bride of Frankenstein and Frankenstein- oh shit!" Eddie exclaimed, a little too loudly, other patrons glaring at him with cutting eyes.

"I gotta call Ricardo, see if his costume guy can make somethin' happen. Oh man, this is gonna be so good, babe. Gonna be the best fuckin' Halloween ever." Eddie babbled, excited and bubbly with ideas.

Your heart swelled, squeezing his hand in yours as you pulled him down the aisles, letting him ramble about his ideas, decorations, Halloween traditions- everything. You listened, just as excited as he was. You finally would get to have traditions of your own, with a man you loved, in your own home that you decorated with items you both picked out. No longer would the holidays feel meaningless and boring. You finally had what you always wanted, finally found with Eddie.

[thanx-files]

“Language”

A ficlet by thanx-files

This is my first ever fic! (Ever? Ever!) Loosely inspired by a real thing that I managed to fuck up at work. Please enjoy.

558 words | hurt/comfort (but only in the loosest definition of either of those words) | shortly after Død Kalm, before Anasazi | msr | CW: blood, swearing

“What happened to you? I thought you were going to the break room.”

Scully watched Mulder digging through his desk drawer, presumably for a bandage. His left index finger was dripping blood down his palm.

“I was,” he said, not looking up from his shuffle. There was no way he would find a bandage before covering 50 years’ worth of X-files in blood. “I did. I was attacked.”

Scully knew they had enemies. She also knew that there were more of them than Mulder was letting on. But had they gotten so bold as to confront Mulder in broad daylight? And at work? Her job did not allow for panic, so she kept a cool head as she glanced at the door — but her heart might have picked up its pace.

“By whom?” she asked.

“The water cooler.”

The tension in her shoulders dissipated. “What?”

“I went to change the reservoir and the plastic thingy got stuck…” he used his hip to close the last drawer on his desk, finally giving up his search.

“Sit down, Mulder.”

He flopped down into his desk chair, hand held over his head. Blood was running down toward his elbow.

It took Scully less than a minute to locate the first-aid kit in the cabinet. She popped the plastic box open and removed a sanitizing wipe and an adhesive bandage.

She crossed the room to where Mulder slouched in his chair. She was just taller than him like this, as she reached for his bloodied hand. She didn’t ask him to finish his story. She was an investigator, she could infer: something on the cooler had been jammed or unseated, and he got his finger caught in the process of fixing it. She could see a cut, small but deep, in the pad of his finger.

She tore open the packet for the sanitizing wipe, then pressed it to the cut.

“Mother of fuck. Shit!”

It had taken Scully some time to get used to Mulder’s swearing. At first, she wondered if he had forgotten she was there, or maybe, that she was raised Catholic.

Now, though, she found herself fighting a smile at his outburst. It hadn’t been two weeks since she’d seen him nearly dead from dehydration. He’d been shot, encased in a prehistoric cocoon, nearly frozen to death, and more — just in the last two years. Every time he woke up in a recovery room, he smiled and cracked a joke. But a cut on his finger? Unimaginable pain.

She’d hate to see Mulder with a head cold.

“Don’t be such a baby,” she said, sticking the bandage on his hand.

He immediately pulled the injured extremity down toward his face and shook it in the air — inadvertently throwing a drop of blood onto her new blouse, but whatever. He then inspected the bandage as if he didn’t trust her work. She’d seen her eight-year-old nephew do the same.

“You might want to go wash up,” Scully said.

That seemed to snap Mulder back to reality. He glanced up at her and smiled. “You’re not going to kiss it better?” he asked.

“Fuck off,” she said.

He grinned — what a child — and jumped up from his chair, now taller than her again, as usual.

“Watch your language,” he said, and left the office once more.

[generic-sonic-fan]

". . . as the curse took hold, he felt the cold claws of the demon crawl up his body. . . and he became an insatiable monster!"

"Wait, Tails, stop. Why does that mean he would become a monster?"

"Because he's cursed!" Tails set the book down. "That's the way the story goes."

"But, like, he's still in there, right?"

"No, the curse has-"

"Why should it make him any different? You're not telling me he's going to kill all his friends now, are you? He wouldn't do that."

"But the curse took him over! He's not himself!"

"So it killed him and took his body, got it." Sonic waved Tails onward.

"No, it changed him."

"He wouldn't just accept it. Those are his friends out there. He's not just going to turn on them because some dumb cursed locket told him to."

"He doesn't have a choice. He has to."

"Or what? It'll kill him?"

"No, he literally doesn't have a choice. The curse is, I don't know, controlling his body or something."

Sonic's face fell. "Oh."

"Anyways, can I continue?"

". . . sure."

Tails closed the book. "Actually, I think I'm good. Scary stories are overrated anyway."

[pandagirl45]

Steve: Mr. Hammer *tips his cap*

Bucky: *arms crossed*

Justin: oh good the cops, and new Yorks finest

Hammer looked both tall and surprisingly burly cops. It wasn't so much it was champion showman for muscles but it was bodies you see in strongman competitions. Especially the dark haired one. The blond cheerful smile, didn't derail from the power in his own body.

"You've come to my complaints?"

A grunt from the silent one, the blonde nodded, "We have, you said your neighbor was being a disturbance?"

Him. Hammer hated that he moved next to Stark. Even though he grew into himself. That once meek nerd of a boy grew up. He would have to give where credit is due.

It didn't stop the invasive sounds of opera singers, scratchy singers, or even the most unsophisticated noises. It didn't stop when he saw the man up close and personal.

"Yes, my neighbor stark has been playing his music obnoxiously loud."

This time, the blonde officer looked to the house. The raven haired one, let call him dangerous did the sharpest grin, "Ah, he called us too. No one else complained about him."

The two looked at each other, the blonde, let call him safe, went to starks tiny home. Hammer watched from where he and dangerous stood. Stark eyes wide, then a happy grin. Safe own smile warm, shoulders relaxing. Stark eyes on him now then back to safe. The shorter male, very short compared to safe, 5'8 to the 6 something mass of wall, said something.

Fingers snapping, dangerous stepped up close, "he didn't have his music up."

What?

Dangerous grinned again caging hammer into his own house, "you don't like it here, then move. I'm sure you have enough money."

"You great oaf," even with his own 6'0 (5'10") he didn't match whatever aura this man bleed out, "Ge... get off my door frame!"

"Mm, mhm," dangerous gave now a sweet grin to stark, who looked uncomfortable but took to staring hammer in the eyes. Safe though. Safe didn't look Safe. What on earth did they speak about, "Mr. Stark, sorry to ruin ya day doll. Routine ya know."

Stark nodded, "Sorry hammer, I'll keep it down. You could have asked me."

He could. Yet, he could only focus on the dread. These two cops stood there, listening, smiles sharp. Eyes crinkled with delight. Standing behind the short male. If Hammer was drunk or high, he would have thought of them as specters.

Specters, hellish guard dogs.

Stark smiled at them both, both cops entire demeanor shifted, both sweetly wishing stark a good day.

Even though they walked him back. Together. An escort. Hammer stared at the two cops, before safe and dangerous looked at him after their cargo was inside. Both stood there, hands on the hips. Only safe was about to pull whatever he held out, for dangerous to stop him.

Hammer eyes burned from the swear. Goosebumps racing all over his body. The fear raising his neck on end. He was watched as he watched safe and dangerous leave. In an unmarked squad car, playing a tune.

Similar to what Stark plays.

[youchangedmedestiel]

Dean and Cas watching a scary movie on Halloween night

It's been a couple of months since Cas is living at the bunker with Sam, Dean and Kevin. He is slowly getting used to being human. It's still weird sometimes but he enjoys the safety of the bunker. He learned a lot during this time, especially during movie nights with Dean. They have watched a lot together, it's always Dean who offers to and picks which movie he wants to show Cas.

But tonight, on Halloween night, Cas knows humans have this custom to watch scary movies. He also knows scary movies can be used as a tool to get closer to the person you watch the movie with. He saw this happening in one of the movies Dean showed him one or two weeks ago. He got a confirmation from Sam, who still didn't understand where that came from. So on this specific night, Cas is the one offering a movie night, Dean is surprised but accepts. Cas tells him he found a movie he wants to watch without any other explanation.

The night comes, they are settled on Dean's bed, side by side, sitting with a pillow between their back and the headboard as usual. The movie is playing for several minutes when something scary pops on the screen and Cas hides his face against Dean's shoulder. Dean is more surprised by that reaction and gesture than what happened on his computer. Cas, an ex-angel of the Lord scared by a not-so-scary movie, anyway, Dean turns his head toward him but doesn't say anything. Cas lets his head resting there then.

Later, something even scarier occurs, Cas startles against Dean, his face getting dangerously closer to Dean's neck. Dean feels Cas's warm breath brushing his skin. He wraps his arm around Cas and keeps him there. Cas is not willingly to move away anyway.

Before the end of the movie, Cas is "scared" again and moans in fear. Dean holds him tighter, Cas lifts his head to look up and Dean lowers his. They smile at each other fondly, there is no word needed. By locking eyes, they understands so much. Their faces get closer and closer, eyes closing lightly, until their lips are brushing. It's soft and tender. Their eyes are able to say so much, now their lips are doing the same but still without a word spoken.

The movie ended, but none of them moves.

"I think I like Halloween and scary movies." Cas declares, his hand cupping Dean's jaw, his blues planted deeply in those greens.

"Yeah - me too." Dean whispers against Cas's lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss.

[neondiamond]

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[artaxlivs]

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