#spooky season boxer briefs

[packedandstrapped]

Last I checked, coffee pairs well with butch cock

[agentleonkendoll]

Random but very important tho(ugh)ts

Re2!Leon definitely wears briefs. Re4!Leon upgrades to tightass boxer briefs—standard black. Sometimes a splash of color if he’s feelin sassy. Re6!Leon and beyond definitely wears stereotypical dorky boxers, like a zombie dog would bite his pants and you’d see white with red hearts. AND aside from the dorky patterns and designs he would definitely have seasonal ones too, like cartoon turkeys for thanksgiving and Snoopy & Woodstock in Christmas hats or black ones that have spooky orange lettering saying Trick or Treat across the ass.

[cx-shhhh]

oml please please please write a fic about grantaire in those two pairs of shorts please lol they’re adorable

I totally agree. The referenced shorts.

Grantaire tears into his package excitedly and tosses his scissors to the side. He knows he shouldn’t be that excited for a piece of clothing, but once he saw those shorts, he knew he had to own them. Grantaire rarely buys anything for himself because he works on his commissions at home and generally, one of Enjolras’s hoodies or sweaters and a pair of underwear is acceptable. That is not to say he doesn’t frequently browse the internet for cute toys and accessories for his cats or clothing for his husband since Enjolras is so incapable of finding dress pants that match his socks or ties that aren’t red himself.

Anyway, back to what Grantaire is so happy about. He’s just a little ashamed of the high pitched squeal he releases when he holds the shorts up, but they’re ridiculously adorable. It’s really no secret to anyone that knows Grantaire that he loves October and all things “spooky season,” including cats and pumpkins. The shorts are the perfect combination. They’re printed with alternating cartoon cat faces and smiling pumpkins, and call him weird for wanting cat faces and smiling pumpkins in such close proximity to his butt (and other parts), but Grantaire really likes these shorts.

Without another word, he pulls them on over his plain black boxer briefs in delight and walks over to the mirror in his bedroom to admire them. Grantaire twists to stare at the cat faces on his butt and giggles a little at how Enjolras might react. He knows he has a nice ass and legs, but he’s not trying to be sexy or anything. He just wants to wear comfy shorts that happen to be cute! His husband’s reaction would only be an amusing side effect.

As if right on cue, Grantaire hears the sound of Enjolras unlocking the door. He peeks his head out of the bedroom right as Enjolras steps in, looking handsome but tired in his suit.

“How was your day, darling?” Grantaire asks, even as his husband rubs his eyes and grumbles.

“Mmph. It was fine, but now-” Enjolras looks down and smiles, “now, it’s so much better.”

Grantaire blushes lightly and twirls around, showing off his new shorts.

“You like them?”

Enjolras hums and wraps his arms around Grantaire, burying his nose in his hair.

“I love you.”

Grantaire pouts, “That’s not an answer, Enj.”

“They’re very you. Cute and small.”

Grantaire huffs indignantly, “I’m glad you think so.”

Enjolras gathers him in a tight hug before placing a tender kiss on his lips. Grantaire hums and quickly begins laughing when he feels two very sneaky hands making their way down his hips. He wiggles his butt a little at the ticklish feeling and presses closer.

“I didn’t know cute and small did it for you, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

Enjolras narrows his eyes at him playfully and replies, “That would be like saying you don’t appeal to me, and I resent that. It’s not the shorts, by the way, it’s one hundred percent you.”

Grantaire’s face turns red, and he buries his face in his husband’s neck to complain about how sappy he is.

[blainesebastian]

“I’ve been waiting all year for sweater weather.”

ahhh gosh thank you so much for this request sweetie! means a lot <3 

Very slowly going to fill some spooky prompts today, inspired by everyone participating! The lists are here and here, feel free to send me some if interested! :3

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Blaine gives a satisfied grin as he comes out of their bedroom in a pair of boxer briefs and a long-knit sweater the color of bird eggs. The soft blue tint seems to bring out the extra honey color to his eyes and his dark curls are a delicious contrast to the fabric. Sebastian shakes his head in soft amusement as his eyes travel over his form.

It’s an interesting pairing with no pants but he’s not about to complain.

Blaine stops in front of him at the couch, Sebastian pressed back against the cushions. He looks up and down his boyfriend’s body, hand reaching forward to play with the material as it brushes the middle of Blaine’s thighs.

“I’ve been waiting all year for sweater weather.”

Sebastian smirks, green eyes meeting hazel. “It’s August 31st.”

Blaine brings his hand up to his face, shushing Sebastian with a gentle shh as he presses a finger along his lips. “Just give into the season. The leaves are changing and the weather is finally taking a turn in the right direction—”

“It’s seventy-five degrees out, Blaine.”

“And I dug out all my sweaters in preparation of this very moment.” Blaine continues without missing a beat, quite proud of himself even though Sebastian is sitting on the couch in a comfortable pair of shorts and a t-shirt. They don’t have the air conditioning on anymore but a few windows are open letting in a gentle breeze.

“What? Heat stroke?” Sebastian teases even though Blaine has patiently (impatiently) been waiting for summer to end.

Blaine crosses his arms over his chest, huffing gently as a pout appears on his perfect lips, “Don’t ruin this for me.”

Sebastian grins, using the extra fabric Blaine has on to his advantage. He tugs on it, making his boyfriend stumble forward until he’s straddling his waist on the couch. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Looks like sweater weather might end up being my favorite season.”

Blaine laughs softly, shaking his head as he leans down to kiss him.

[mss4msu]

Call Me Doctor. (Chapter 16)

Summary: Fresh out of graduate school, you had somehow landed a spot in the faculty of a prestigious university. The small anthropology department has too many faculty and too few offices; sharing an office does not go as you expected.

Pairing: Professor!Steve x Professor!Reader 

Words: 1885

Warnings: Soft Steeb, SO MUCH FLUFF YOU MAY DIE

A/N: LMAO I wrote the last chapter from reader’s perspective about Halloween when it was May the Fourth and now I’m still writing about Halloween and I actually got my decorations out for spooky season today. Time flies when you have writer’s block. Sending so much of my love to everyone still hanging in there and reading this story!

Catch Up on the Story Here

As you groggily opened your eyes Sunday morning and tried to roll to the edge of the bed to get up, you felt arms wrap tightly around you. You blinked your eyes open and they focused on the Halloween costumes crumpled up in the corner of your bedroom. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dr. Steven Rogers growled into your ear, as he pulled you closer to him. 

“The bathroom,” you yawned, trying halfheartedly to pry yourself from Steve’s arms. 

“I’ll let you go on one condition,” you felt his warm breath on your neck, making you shiver.

“And what’s that?” 

“You have to come right back.”

“Deal,” you replied. 

As soon as his arms loosened around you, you hopped up and went to the bathroom to relieve yourself. You quickly ran a brush through your hair and gurgled some mouthwash before you went back to the bedroom. Steve sat up as you walked in, his eyes wandering your figure, which was concealed with the oversized t-shirt you had put on last night. You flopped down on the bed next to him, and he reached over and pulled you closer. 

“You are truly...what was the word you told me...nfrt?”

You felt very warm as a blush crept into your cheeks, “I don’t know if beautiful is the word I would use to describe myself in the morning.” 

“Good thing I’m the one doing the describing then,” he said before taking your chin in his hand and guiding your face until your lips met his. “Thank you for the generous hospitality and letting me spend the night.”

“It was my absolute pleasure, plus I couldn’t have let you go home in that state,” you beamed at him.

“I don’t know…” he kissed you, “what state,” he kissed you again, “you mean,” he kissed you even longer on the last one. 

You began to replay the previous night in your head as Steve continued to kiss you: 

After everyone else had left and you had given Steve a tour of the apartment, he had pulled you down onto your bed and you kissed passionately, neither of you wanting to be the one who pulled away first. After thirty minutes spent locking lips, you both finally surfaced for air. As you sat up, you let out a small yelp of pain as the corset zipper dislodged itself from being stuck in your skin. You excused yourself to change into the big t-shirt you woke up in, opting to keep the little hot pants on underneath. After asking your permission, Steve stripped out of his costume too. You hadn’t pegged him as a boxer-briefs kind of guy, but his underwear really accentuated all of his assets. Once you were both stripped down, you both seemed to get more shy around each other. You had sat next to him on the bed, and after a few minutes of awkward silence, you suggested watching a scary movie to cap off the spooky season. You tried to let Steve choose, but he insisted that you did, as “you were the expert.” You flipped through a few options, but ultimately decided on the original Halloween, “Can’t go wrong with a classic,” you had said. You made it past Michael Meyers killing his sister before Steve moved closer and put his arm around you. You got up to grab a blanket after the first teen death, and snuggled up closer to Steve upon your return to the couch. Despite how many times you had seen the movie, you still got spooked by the jump scares, especially that damn closet scene, and a quick glance up at Steve showed that he felt the same. “You doing alright?” you had asked him hesitantly. “Absolutely,” he had replied, squeezing you closer to him. Steve seemed enthralled the whole movie, and his look of perplexion at the end, when a should-have-been-dead Michael disappeared from the pool cause you to giggle. “What’s so funny?” he had asked. “You’re just so dang cute,” you replied, readjusting yourself so you could kiss him. You sat on the couch, making out to the terrifying score of Halloween as the credits ran. When the credits ended, you silently got up, took Steve’s hand, and brought him back to the bedroom. You gently pushed him onto the bed and crawled on top of him, kissing him gently at first, and then more passionately as his hands began to wander your body. With weeks of anticipation and longing finally rearing its head, you began to slowly grind your hips on him. Less than one minute of this and Steve pulled away. “(Y/N), we should take this slow,” he said, causing you to stop everything, “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, I already fucked this up once and I don’t want to do it again.” “Steve, you didn’t fuck it up,” you said quickly, your vagina speaking for you, for if you had been thinking clearly you would have agreed with him. “Yes, I did, and I will not do it again. But, that doesn’t mean we have to stop this part,” he put his hand behind your head and smashed your lips together in a long kiss, “I just think we should wait on,” he cleared his throat. “Ok,” you replied, taking a deep breath and un-straddling him, opting to lay next to him instead. “I really, really like you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Steve said, turning on his side to face you. “I really, really like you too, Dr. Rogers,” you said, turning on your side and facing him. “What did I say about calling me doctor?” Steve laughed before kissing you deeply again. You fell asleep wrapped up in each others’ arms.  

“Well, you were pretty shaken up by the movie,” you replied slyly.

“Babe, it wasn’t the movie that shook me to my core,” he smirked, running his fingers through your hair. 

Just hearing him call you babe made your stomach flutter, “Oh?” you asked coyly. 

“Mhm,” he replied, before kissing you again. 

You spent the morning in bed, only breaking once to grab some of the leftovers from the night before and eat them in bed, and alternated between long periods of time kissing and talking about life. Much of it was lighthearted, you discovered his favorite flavor of ice cream was chocolate chip cookie dough, because it reminded him of the cookies his mom made him as a kid, but you also learned about the deeper things, like how he had lost his mom while in school and James had really become his only family. You had told him about your previous failed relationships and how much you loved The Mummy movies. 

Your perfect day in bed was interrupted when Steve’s phone started to buzz uncontrollably on the bedside table. Steve looked at you and you gave him a small nod that he should answer it. He picked up his phone and sighed as he answered it.

“Yes, Buck?” He asked, rolling his eyes, “Oh shit. That’s today? Fuck. What time?” Steve sat up quickly and momentarily pulled the phone from his ear to check the time, “Fuck, ok, I’ll just meet you there? Any chance you could bring me a pair of shorts...and some running shoes?” He began to turn red, “Shut. Up. Barnes.” He said through gritted teeth, “Ok, see you soon.” 

“That sounded like a very interesting conversation….”

“Yeah, I forgot that we signed up for this Day of the Dead 5k a few months ago. It starts in an hour and it’s across the city, so if I leave right now, I’ll just make it.”

“Well, seeing as I already ruined your couples costume, it would be unfair of me to get in the way of your run today,” you said, sitting up and wrapping your arms around Steve. 

“You didn’t ruin the costume…” he said, rubbing his hand on your arms, “Well, I guess you may have depending on which half of the couple you ask. Regardless, I should go,” he heaved a big sigh.

You undrapped your arms from around him as he got up and went to his costume, which he had thrown in the corner the previous night.

“I know you already asked James to bring you clothes, but do you want to borrow some sweats?” you asked, giggling as he began to put the Superman costume back on.

“No, it’s fine,” he said as he got the suit up to his midsection. He paused, “On second thought, if you think they’d fit, I’d love to borrow them.”

“I own a variety of sizes for various levels of comfort,” you said, grabbing out the very oversized sweats you had in the closet just to be sure they’d fit you. 

Steve took the Superman suit back off and eased into your sweats, letting out a sigh of comfort, “Thank you.”

“Of course! Wouldn’t want you to have to do a Halloween walk-of-shame,” you winked at him as you slid off the bed. 

“Funny,” he smirked at you before pulling you in for a hug and kissing you on top of the head, “Do you mind if I leave this here?” he asked, motioning to the Superman costume he had thrown back to the reject corner with your Wonder Woman costume. 

“Might be strange if you took it with you,” you laughed, “Do you want me to bring it to the office tomorrow...or…?” 

“Oh...um...I guess if that’s the easiest for you, then sure,” he rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. 

You felt a sudden surge of bravery, “Or we could get dinner later this week and I could bring it then?” 

“That sounds like a much better option,” Steve grinned at you, “Plus, we should probably meet outside of office time anyway for the museum project, right?”

“Oh...right!” the museum project was honestly on the back of your mind after all everything that had been happening with Steve recently, “Yes, probably good for us to get that on track, especially as I think the installations are set to start up next week.”

“According to the itinerary you gave me, that is exactly when they are set to begin.”

“Well, then lunch this week it is. I guess we can figure that out later?” you looked at the clock on your bedside table, “Steve, you should really get going or you’ll be late! I can’t handle James being upset with me over two different things in a span of two days,” you grabbed Steve’s hand and led him into the hallway. 

“Perfect, I look forward to it,” he kissed you on the head, and then the nose, and then on the lips. 

You both stood in the hallway, the yearning displayed by your lips as they pressed together revealing that neither of you wanted to part ways so soon. Unfortunately, you were interrupted by the buzzing of Steve’s phone.

“Fuck,” Steve mumbled looking at the Caller ID, “Yes, Buck, I’m on my way. See you soon.”

“Alright, I actually have to go,” Steve said, giving you a quick peck on the lips and unlocking your front door. 

“See you tomorrow, Steve.”

“Can’t wait,” he smiled back at you before closing the door.  

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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[deluxedolans]

from the drabble list: 128 and/or 105 :) i prefer e but ur a gray girl so it's up to you!!! i love all your writing!!!!!

hiii baby patient anon! thank you for waiting for this fic :))) tbt to when I was a grayson girl…ahh memories to when I felt safe!! but now I’m v much in ethan’s lane and it’s quite fun down here, anywho.

thank you so much for sending in this drabble which is actually not really a drabble and it kind of evolved into a longer fic? anyway, i love you so much, babe, and hope you’re having a great night/day wherever you are💙💙💙 it literally still blows my mind that people wanna see my take on certain ideas/prompts.

I am currently not accepting any drabble requests at this time.

@freewill-is-an-illusion

Prompt: 128, “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.” & 105, “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

Word Count: 3.7k 

A/N: So this is a part two to this blurb that I posted a few weeks ago! Both of these blurbs will be integrated into a full length fic that I’m currently writing (and which is taking an extremely long time to write so bare with me). I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think; love you all & I hope you’re having a good rest of your weekend :)))

ALSO, this blurb takes place in the same night as the last blurb. Additionally, the beginning of this blurb (the part written in italics) is the ending of the first blurb for a refresher/context. Sorry this author’s note is wicked long ahh.

“Guys, c’mon, let’s go! We’re gonna be tardy for the party–whoa.” Ethan’s mouth hung open at your appearance, he was truly stunned.

“That’s pretty much what I just said, bro! Doesn’t she look different?” Grayson said excitedly, his hands gesturing to you.

“Um, yeah she definitely looks different–so, you’re going out dressed like that?” Ethan asked flatly.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes narrowed at Ethan’s words, “you’re a real fucking asshole, you know that?” You pushed past Ethan and walked out the door, accidently slapping him in the chest with your purse as you walked by. You could feel your eyes well up in disapointment but you pushed the tears back, you did not spend all this time on your makeup just to have it ruined because Ethan was being a jerk.

Ethan stood there rooted to the ground, he did not mean to say that out loud.

“Way to go, genius. If you’re gonna act like a jealous douchebag, you at least need to let her know you like her first before you go off saying shit like that,” Grayson said shaking his head as he started walking out of the bathroom. “You’re gonna have to spend the rest of the night trying to make it up to her, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I fucked up,” Ethan mumbled as he followed his twin brother out of the bathroom, and walked towards the car.

You could feel your nerves kick into overdrive as you stood by the punch bowl of the house party with Grayson. Your senses were heightened; the combination of the mixed drink you were nursing, the rainbow strobe lights and the gaze of the cute boy across the room making you hyper-aware of your surroundings, your heart racing at all of the stimuli. 

 You and an incredibly attractive man, dressed as a boxer, had been eyeing each other from across the room for about a half an hour now, and you couldn’t tell if the butterflies in your stomach were ones of excitement or fear. Sure, you still had your crush on Ethan, and his words earlier definitely made you think twice, but he probably was A.) shocked that you were dressing like an actual girl for once, and B.) teasing you to get a rise out of you. You knew Ethan would never like you, you just weren’t his type; hell, you felt like you weren’t anyone’s type, but the way people were looking at you at this party most definitely had you feeling way more confident in your appearance …. or maybe that was just the vodka.

“Y/N, are you gonna talk to that guy over there or what?” Grayson asked. “You two have been staring at each other since we got here.” Your cheeks immediately burned with embarrassment.

“I have not been staring! I was … taking in the scenery,” you covered lamely, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Grayson rolled his eyes; you were the worst with communicating with boys you liked, exhibit A being Ethan and exhibit B being right now.

“Mhm, sure whatever you say. I bet if I leave he’ll come over here.” Grayson’s eyebrows shot up mischievously, a wide grin decorating his mouth. Your stomach dropped; Grayson couldn’t leave, then you’d be alone.

“Wait, what? Stop, Gray, what if he actually comes over here!” You immediately turned away from the guy who had broken his gaze with you for probably the twentieth time that night, turning your back to face away from the crowd.

“Well, that’s kind of the point; he’d be a dumbass not to! C’mon, Y/N, you’re so pretty and funny; let yourself have some fun with a guy for once, alright? I’ll be right over there if it goes south and he needs a roundhouse kick to the throat,” Grayson said, putting a hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

You put a hand on his shoulder, mirroring his position, “You can’t leave me. I’m not mature enough for this … Or drunk enough, if I’m being honest.”

Suddenly Grayson stuck his arm out, pointing a finger into the sky, “Holy shit, Y/N, look at that!” Naturally, your body turned in alarm to see what Grayson was talking about. But sadly, by the time you turned around, Grayson had fled to the couch across the room. He flashed a thumbs up as you glared daggers at him for pulling such an idiotic trick. 

When you turned around, you were met with two crystal blue eyes and messy, sandy blonde hair; the boy from across the room finally worked up the nerve to greet you after almost an hour of stolen glances.

“Hey, nice robe,” Mystery Man commented, his head nodding towards the black silky fabric that adorned your body. You could feel yourself blush as you looked down at your outfit and then stole a peek at his own; his robe matching yours almost exactly.

“Wow, thanks, seems like that is a trend tonight, huh?” You internally cringed; you definitely sounded like you were trying too hard to be cute and flirty.

But, in spite of your self doubt, the boy smiled in response to your answer, “I guess so. I’m Evan,” the boy stuck his larger hand out,  engulfing your tiny one in a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Evan, I’m Y/N,” you replied, a small smile gracing your face as you felt yourself relax a little more. You turned around for a brief moment to scoop some more punch out of the bowl and into your cup, praying that a little liquid courage would help you survive and (possibly thrive) within this conversation.

As Ethan jogged down the stairs, the colorful lights blinded him for a brief moment, blurring his vision. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was feeling good tonight; he had just won a game of pong upstairs and in spite of the many inquiries on his costume, once he had explained it most people got a kick out of it, claiming it was original when it was mainly laziness that created his get-up.

Before Ethan reached the bottom of the stairs, he did a quick scan for both you and Grayson. After a few moments he spotted Grayson sitting on the couch, his firefighter hat in his grip as he chatted casually to James.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Ethan greeted, plopping down on the couch besides James whose eyes practically bugged out of his head in surprise.

“Jesus, Ethan, you scared me.”

“No shit; it’s spooky season, sister,” Ethan replied, wiggling his fingers for dramatic effect. James rolled his eyes, “The only thing spooky here is your costume, what are you supposed to be again?”

“A douchebag!” Ethan’s hands indicated to his outfit proudly; his shirtless body was complimented by the fake gold chains that draped over his chest. In addition to the chains Ethan’s outfit was accessorized with a backwards black snapback and matching sunglasses and his legs clad with black joggers to complete the look.

James busted out laughing, “Only you would dress up as a douchebag for Halloween.”

Ethan smirked, “I know, it’s original huh?”

“Original? More like sister stupid. Aren’t you supposed to dress up as something other than yourself for Halloween?” James said through a laugh, slapping his knee at his own joke. As Ethan’s eyes narrowed, Grayson’s boisterous laugh rang out; he loved when James roasted Ethan.

“I fucking hate you guys.” James and Grayson’s laughs continued, eventually settling down as James got up.

“As fun as this has been, I see Luke Wilde looking very nice over there and he slid into my DMs a few weeks ago, so.” Ethan and Grayson nodded, watching James bound towards the tall, dark and handsome man in the corner.

Ethan sighed happily, leaning back into the couch, both of his arms splaying behind him. “So, man, you having a good time?”

“Yeah, I just got done dancing a bit ago and I’m taking a break, I finally got Ali’s number, though,” Grayson remarked, smirking. Ethan put his fist out to which Grayson bumped; Grayson had been trying to hang out with one of James’s editors, Ali, for months now, but just hadn’t developed the courage to ask.

“Nice, man! It’s about damn time.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, bro, we all know how much of a pussy you are about talking to girls,” Grayson shot back. Ethan crossed his arms, “I am not! Hey, I almost forgot, where’s Y/N?”

Grayson raised his eyebrows at his brother, his teeth coming together in slight fear. Ethan was about to be salty at the sight before him.

Grayson pointed across the room and Ethan’s gaze followed, his heart falling into his stomach at scene in front of him. You were leaning against the wall, holding a solo cup, smiling a huge, beautiful smile as you looked up at the guy in front of you. The guy you were talking with had a hand against the wall as he leaned over you, a solo cup in his own hand, and a smirk smeared across his lips in contrast to your innocent grin. Ethan was livid.

“What the fuck?” Ethan muttered, his eyes bulging out of his hand, and his hand crushing his cup. Ethan barely felt the cool liquid seep into the fabric of his joggers as he took off his sunglasses, stuffing them into his pockets in an attempt to make sure that his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

“Who the hell is that guy?” Ethan didn’t even look at Grayson as he asked the question, too afraid that if he turned away that you would either disappear from view, or worse, start kissing the dude.

Grayson shrugged, “I don’t know, to be honest. When we got here Y/N and I were talking over there together and that dude kept eyeing her, so I left and they’ve been talking ever since.”

Ethan’s head turned towards Grayson so fast he almost got whiplash, “You what? ” He hissed.

“I left them to talk together! Christ, Ethan, if you like her you have to tell her, you can’t just stare at her and pray to God she’s a mind-reader.”

“You can’t just leave her alone with that stranger! He could be a serial killer for all we know, Grayson.”

Grayson rolled his eyes so hard you could only see the whites of his eyes for a moment. “He is not a serial killer, stop being so dramatic.”

“Well, how would you know? Did you interview him before you left her with him?” Ethan’ cocked an eyebrow, his lips pursed together.

“I am not gonna interview every fuckin’ guy she talks to, Ethan, she’s a big girl she can handle herself.”

“Yeah, well, he’s looking at her like a piece of meat, Gray, just look at the guy!” Ethan’s hand flew out, gesturing wildly to the two of you. The boxer’s eyes were hooded as he talked to you, the alcohol most likely flowing through his veins, while you now stood with your hands clasped neatly in front of you as you told a story animatedly, your expression bright as you recounted your tale.

“Ethan, at least the dude is talking to her, if anything you’re the one looking at her like a piece of meat,” Grayson sassed, the reality of the situation still not reaching his brother.

“E, if you like her so much, just tell her already, bro. It’s so painfully obvious you have feelings, and I bet she feels the–.”

“I’m going over there, he’s definitely a serial killer,” Ethan interrupted, popping up from the couch and storming across the room, leaving his younger brother in the dust.

“Same way.” Grayson finished, sighing as he watched Ethan walk across the room towards you, anger pumping through Ethan’s body.

“Yeah! So I’m sprinting through campus holding all these books, I lost a shoe somewhere along the way and then–.”

Suddenly, Evan was pushed to the side as a strong body knocked into him; Evan’s drink falling to the floor, the thankfully basically empty cup clattering to the hardwood in all its plastic glory.

“Yo, what the hell man?” Evan whipped around, prepared to square up to the man who knocked into him, when he was met with someone a few inches taller than him and a few inches wider, causing him to shrink back.

“Sorry, bro, didn’t see you there. You okay, Y/N?” Ethan’s jaw was clenched tight as he gave you a tight smile. He was clearly irritated.

“Yeah, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You huffed, your arms crossing in annoyance. At your movement, Evan’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to your chest, as your arms perked up your breasts through the top of your robe. Ethan gave Evan side eye, his eyes narrowing as he noticed where Evan’s eyes had traveled. Ethan immediately punched Evan in the shoulder, Evan’s eyes widening in surprise and then narrowing in anger.

“Keep your eyes on her face, asshole,” Ethan commanded, his fists clenching in rage. Evan’s eyes lit up in anger, who the fuck did this guy think he was?

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me, man,” Evan snarled, pushing Ethan away from him aggressively. “You know this clown?” Evan pointed at Ethan. Your eyebrows shot up quickly, your voice suddenly caught at your throat; you hated confrontation.

“Uh–yeah, um, Evan, this is Ethan, Ethan this is–.”

“An asshole,” Ethan deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. Your mouth flew open; you couldn’t believe how downright rude he was being. “Ethan!” You exclaimed.

“I’m the asshole? You’re kidding me, right? Let’s get out of here, baby, what do you say? Seems like this jerk doesn’t know how to control himself in front of a pretty girl.” Ethan could feel his skin heating up at Evan’s words; deep down Ethan knew he didn’t have a right to be acting this way, but he couldn’t help it, his heart always winning out over his head.

“I’m good, actually, I came with Ethan and his brother–.” Evan then grabbed your hand at your words, interrupting your rejection.

Your face dropped at Evan’s sudden act of possession; everything had been fine up until this point, why couldn’t things ever go normally for you? You looked down at his hand gripping your own, your fingers limp in his grasp.

“Let’s go, Y/N,” Evan said, trying to tug you away from Ethan. You stayed put, your eyes wide with fear; fear of the man holding you, and fearful of what Ethan was about to do.

Ethan couldn’t contain himself any longer; he ripped Evan’s hand off of you and pushed the blonde away, his back hitting the wall harshly as he gripped the collar of his robe tight in his fist.

“Don’t you fuckin’ touch her, do you understand me?” Ethan’s fist shook he was holding onto Evan so tight. He slammed Evan into the wall again for good measure, his back hitting into it so hard Evan had the wind knocked out of him. Grayson started to run over as he saw the situation escalate in front of him, pushing past people just as Evan was bent over coughing.

“Ethan, what the fuck?” Grayson stood behind his brother, prepared to back him up, but also frustrated that his brother couldn’t just express his emotions rationally.

Ethan turned around, ignoring Grayson completely, as he looked you up and down in worry.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“You’re such a dick, you know that?” You snapped, glaring at Ethan as you pushed past him, your eyes tearing up in anger. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, you chanted to yourself as you made your way out of the party.

Ethan’s mouth fell open in shock, your reaction confusing him. He thought you would’ve been happy that he stepped in, saving you from that massive douchebag.

“What’s her problem?!” Ethan put his hands on his hips in bewilderment.

“What’s her problem? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. You practically insulted her outfit before we even got here, and now you randomly come in and intervene when she’s talking to a guy? She’s not the one with a problem, it’s you, bro.”

“He was grabbing her, did you see–.”

“Yeah, I saw, but before that. You were acting like such an asshole before that even happened. You can’t act all protective if you don’t tell her how you feel.”

Ethan rolled his eyes in irritation, knowing that his brother was partially right, however, it still didn’t make him like what Grayson had to say. Ethan stalked off after you before Grayson could say anything else, leaving the younger twin standing alone under the smokey haze and rainbow lights.

“Y/N, wait,” Ethan called as he grabbed your wrist, his voice ringing out loudly in the silent and cold October air.

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting,” You snapped, ripping your wrist out of Ethan’s hand quickly. Ethan’s face fell at your actions and his heart hurt; he really hoped you wouldn’t be that upset.

“But why are we fighting? That guy was a total stranger, Y/N! He was grabbing you and looking down your robe and–.”

“And you were a stranger too at one point, E! And honestly, at least someone was appreciating my costume and not bitching at me saying shit like ‘you’re wearing that?’” Your voice dropped several octaves as you mimicked Ethan’s voice from earlier in the evening, your hands waving around wildly to emphasize your rage.

“Well excuse me for being a little concerned for how much skin you were showing! I mean, hell, the dude was practically having a conversation with your tits rather than your face.”

“How much skin I’m showing? You’re the one shirtless!” You admonished, your finger pushing against his chest.

Damn, she got me there, he thought to himself.

“And what are you supposed to be anyway?” Her head cocked to the side as she awaited his answer.

“A douchebag,” Ethan practically whispered, embarrassment consuming his voice.

“A what?” You asked again, not quite hearing his words.

“A douchebag,” Ethan said louder, his eyes looking at his sneakers in shame, now realizing that his costume fit his actions.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you cackled at the irony; Ethan dressing like a douchebag in an attempt to mock it, and then ending up being one throughout the night.

You pointed at him, “Aren’t you supposed to dress up as something different than yourself on Halloween?” Tears were streaming down your face at this point, the humor of this situation literally making you die of laughter.

“Okay, fuck off, James already said that,” Ethan chuckled.

After you calmed down a few seconds later, you and Ethan stood smiling at each other in a mutual understanding; at least he realized that he was being a dick.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just didn’t know that guy and it pissed me off that Grayson left you alone with a total stranger. And then he was treating you like you were a–a– like a thing, and–.” You put your hand up, indicating that he stop. Your heart thumped at the possibility that Ethan could be jealous, but you knew that he was merely protecting you, only seeing you as a little sister.

“I get it, E. But you can’t just get all older brother on me whenever you feel like it … you’re not the boss of me.” Your heart stabbed with pain as you said those words, praying inside that Ethan would dispel them and say that you were more than a sister to him, that it hurt him seeing you with another guy.  

But Ethan didn’t.

Ethan’s heart sank at what you said; he fucking knew you’d never see him beyond the goofy brother role that he couldn’t seem to step out of no matter how hard he tried. “Um, yeah, well when some fucker grabs you forgive me for going a little psycho,” Ethan said flatly, taking his snapback off and readjusting it, needing to fiddle with something.

“Yeah, but before that, you were acting so–so upset. Why were you so upset that I was talking to that guy?”

“I told you he was a stranger,” Ethan looked off to the side, digging his shoe into the dirt.

“Yeah, but still–.” You started before a voice interrupted you.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out soon, is that cool?” Grayson yelled out from the porch, the music behind him thumping.

“I think I’m gonna stay a bit longer,” Ethan called back. “You wanna stay, or do you wanna go with Gray?” Ethan asked, his tone laced with hope that you’d wanna stay with him.

Grayson stood there patiently, waiting for your answer.

“I’m gonna stay with E and then we’ll uber back.” A wide grin spread across his face in victory; victory that he had a few hours of privacy with you without his brother’s judgemental eyes.

Grayson responded with a thumbs up as he slammed the door shut to the party, leaving you two alone yet again.

“So, wanna go dance? I might forgive you if you come dance with me!” Your eyebrows wiggled suggestively as you tugged your robe tightly around you as a breeze made its way through the air.

Ethan groaned, “Can’t we do something else in there? Here’s a tic-tac, will that make up for what a dick I was?” Ethan reached in his pocket, holding out the case of minty candy.

“Ethan Dolan, you can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” You giggled, pushing his shoulder as you walked back towards the house. Ethan smirked and pushed you back lightly, putting his hand on the small of your back as you walked up the stairs.

As you two walked back into the party together, you and Ethan both couldn’t help but internally sigh; yet another night where both of your feelings were brought to the surface and pushed down yet again by each of your own cowardice.

[judgemyride]

Hey Megan! Thanks for sending this in!! Well you know what I always say when it's good the critique will be short and sweet and I'm afraid that's what I've got for you here! I love your Buckskin with his black points and his sharp ears and peeing expression he's jumping great very conscientious with his front end has a beautiful bascule, and his ears are alert without feeling spooky to me at all. You know it's funny we so rarely see these horses of color at the the large rated shows but pound-for-pound Appaloosas pain center Duns & Buckskin seem to be able to jump their weight in gold. As for you your leg is exemplary I'd love to see your seat remain a little bit closer to the seat of the saddle rather than pushed forward off your heel and up the neck but I'm not going to lose any sleep over it and neither should you. Your eyes great and your release is nice although you got a little bit of an elbow "out" which Stevens your arm and when traveling on the flat doesn't really allow you to get a sense of how long the horse is out in front of you. Learn to keep your elbow by your side gives you a longitudinal sense of the horses shape and where his center of gravity really is. That's a fine point in this photograph three years old so I'm going to be optimistic and presume that you've already figured that out! In an ideal world I wouldn't set a schooling jump like that as the oxer has essentially a vertical boxers are called boxers because they are of three dimensions this one is so narrow it's it's truly a vertical horses tend to jump better over obstacles of width so when you're preparing for your next class whenever the horse show season resumes. I want you to remember to make them big and make them square and that will get your horse jumping his very best okay? Again I don't have a lot more to say as saw looking pretty good to me!!! Thank you again why don't you send me a video since this was a little bit on the brief side!! Judged by Kevin McGinn https://www.instagram.com/p/B-lHDs_JBHP/?igshid=ns4rn9i25o55