#thank god I finished this on Halloween day it’s the perfect time!

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For @zleepysnails , I’m done with da fanart!! :D

Also happy Halloween!! 💀🎃

[aggieharkness]

Hello! Baking (or rather cutting out) Christmas cookies was a bit like a cold, tense hell with Christmas music playing in the background.

So I'd like to request reader baking Christmas cookies (or just normal cookies) with Lilia. Put as much fluffy, funny, feel-good feelings as you can in there, please. I'd really appreciate it.

Happy holidays!

The world is perfect when I'm with you

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x reader

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and you and Lilia share a few quiet moments at home baking cookies and simply enjoying the time to be with each other.

Warnings: romance, pure fluff, dancing, baking cookies.

Authors note: Oh my God, I love the idea. You don't know just how happy it made me to read this, like I was bouncing on my bed. I hope you like it and that it brings you happiness and comfort. If there is anything at all that you don't like, tell me and I'll change it, or if you want more, I'm here. Thanks for the request. btw.

This is a Christmas gift for you!! Happy Holidays!

The world is perfect when I'm with you

The house was filled with music. Christmas carol after Christmas carol played through the Bluetooth speaker you had bought a few months ago, echoing against the walls of Lilia’s tiny living area. She wasn’t one for festivities such as Halloween or Easter, but God, she adored Christmas. The first year you had shared the holidays with her it had surprised you just how invested she was, putting up an old beat-up tree, fairy lights everywhere, even around the bedposts, but you never complained. Her big brown doe eyes had shone with such joy and happiness that you just couldn’t bring yourself to burst her bubble in any way. The house had looked beautiful once she had finished, a small nativity scene in a corner of the room, a remnant of her past life in Sicily. This year wasn’t any different, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. The first of December hit the calendar, and she was like Sonic the Hedgehog pulling out boxes of lights and ornaments, leaving the tree to you, a brand new one covered in fake snow that you had gifted her a couple of years ago. She loved knowing that you were helping and making sure the house was just like she wanted it to look, little angels and random glass balls hanging from the branches, golden tinsel wrapped around it along with a string of lights. It looked beautiful next to the TV. For three weeks you helped her set up the house until you were finally able to take your vacation days, leaving your job until the sixth of January.

Morning had come, bursting through the windows in gentle warm rays of sunlight that bathed over Lilia’s form as she slept, those lovely peppery curls shinning under the orange beams, her body cuddled against yours. Every morning since you both had closed up the shop for the holidays had been exactly the same sweet routine; you waking up first to meet the dawn while she slept for a bit longer, basking in the way your hands followed the shape of her soft ringlets, and your tender kisses lulled her away from the land of dreams. It was simply the best way to begin the day. You both had stayed in bed talking about nothing and everything cuddled against each other until the sun was well high up in the sky, the pinks and purple hues that had painted the world above now a clear blue cyan while the world was buried underneath a crisp layer of snow that had fallen through the night. You had not noticed, wrapped around Lilia, lost in her kisses. She got up first, her hair falling from the bun she had had when you had taken her to bed, her ivory gown letting you catch a glimpse of her otherworld body as she made her way to the bathroom, the light hitting her just at the right angle making her nightdress completely see through. She looked bloody fantastic for being over a hundred and fifty years. The rest of the routine followed like clockwork, coffees and scrambled eggs included, making way for the moment you were both in right now.

Lilia’s body swayed from side to side to Michael Bublé, a Christmas classic for her, her voice not only harmonising perfectly, but overtaking and overpowering the music so easily and effortlessly that you had to stop pulling bowls out of cupboards simply to watch her. Over the kitchen counter she was beating three eggs along with melted butter and sugar, ingredients spread everywhere because when she had got up, right before she had left for the bathroom, she had bent over your body, your eyes drifting to her cleavage until her eyes had claimed your attention, telling you that you were making cookies today. Had you been Agatha or maybe even Jen you would have complained telling her that it was boring, but you were you and the prospect of baking with Lilia was like a perfect Christmas gift.

-Lils, how much flour do we need? – your eyes lifted from the big packet of flour that you had just left on the table, her usual red and blue robe flowing when she moved to stand beside you, a yellow apron with the words “Look at these buns!” protecting her clothes.

-280 grams baby, or one full cup. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

-Everywhere you go. Thanks, hon.  

-Take a look at the five and ten.

-It's glistening once again.

-With candy canes and silver lanes that glow.

It was wonderful to sing with her even if your voice could never compare; she did not care. Anything that she did with you was simply perfect. Her hands left the bowl of wet ingredients on the table, holding onto yours before you could grab the sifter. She pulled you away from the table, moving your arms from side to side rather dumbly, twirling you on the spot before your chest was pressed against hers. The music was forgotten in the background, drowned by both yours and Lilia’s laughter as your bodies bent exaggeratedly from right to left. Christmas suited her, it was as if this holiday had been made for her, the lights that she had placed all around the room blinking on and off within a pattern, the bright colours mixing with the warm light bursting through the windows. Lilia twirled the both of you around the kitchen table until the song ended, “Feliz Navidad” now playing instead. Her lips landed briefly over yours, pecking you sweetly before she put you back to work with the dry ingredients.

-Don’t forget the baking soda. Last time you did, the cookies became a rock-hard mass.

-Hey! How was I supposed to know that the baking soda wasn’t in the baking soda bottle but in the saffron one? You are the one who loves to recycle.

-Why would I want to throw away a perfectly usable jar? Besides it’s not my fault you forget your glasses in the bathroom all the time.

-Oh yeah? – you grabbed the top of her apron and pushed her against you. – Where are yours now babe?

-You little…

-Ah! No cursing, you don’t want the dough to get upset and not rise, do you?

-I don’t know why you listen to Rio, that it’s obviously a myth.

-Do you want to risk it? – she shook her head, her pout transforming into a bright smile before she kissed you once again, humming happily against your lips.

There were still a few deep tones of the black coffee she had had for breakfast on her lips that your tongue picked up and savoured before turning back to your bowl. Sifting the flour so there would be no lumps you followed the powder with your eyes carefully, making sure every single drop was inside the bowl this time. Over a week ago you had been supposed to bake an apple pie for Sharon’s book club but there had been a few minor hiccups, one of them being you sifting the flour all over the table because you had been looking at Lilia while she talked about a client that had come in requesting the lottery number. When she turned around, she saw you covered in the white powder, bursting into unladylike snorts of laughter that had her entire face turning red, needing to sit for a moment to fill her lungs and calm herself down. Through the corner of her eye she watched you fill the bowl and congratulated you on not spilling it, a kiss on your temple, her hands busy slicing a couple of chocolate bars. She was teasing a bit, but every praise was always genuine when they came from her, a bubble of happiness wrapping around your heart. A pinch of salt and the baking soda and the dry ingredients were ready for the rest of the mix, Lilia wiping her hands on a tea towel before beginning to pour the eggs, sugar and melted butter mix. Instead of using a whisk you had grabbed a spatula from the sink, washing it before beginning to gently fold the batter until it was smooth but thick.

-Can you turn the oven on? I’m almost done with the chocolate.

-Can’t we just bake them with, you know… a flick of our wrist?

-I swear, Halloween Town has made so much damage. Being able to do something doesn’t mean we should, and you have never seen me turn chicken thighs back into a chicken, have you?

-No, but can we?

You knelt on the floor removing trays and plastic Tupperwares so they wouldn’t melt, turning knobs until the light came on and the fan began to work. You were thankful for all those squat trainings you did as you lifted the ceramic trays you had removed from inside the oven and placed them over the bed covers noticing that Lilia had not answer the question. When you turned around she was biting into a perfectly backed chocolate chip cookie, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips.

-Why didn’t you tell me we actually could Lilia?!

-Because half of the fun is letting the smell of fresh baked cookies fill the house.

She stretched her hand, the half-eaten cookie waiting for you. You rushed back to her and took one big bite, moaning at the taste of the chocolate and vanilla essence, Lilia popping the rest in her mouth, pecking your lips after a moment. Even though she could clearly bake at the snap of her fingers she still moved to put parchment over a metal tray, grabbing a scoop from a drawer. She had already mixed the chocolate into the batter, the dough cold to the touch when you went to pick up some with your finger. So, she could chill it in a second instead of putting it in the fridge, but she did not want to bake them with her magic? A waste of time in your opinion, but then again, she might be right, as usual. The house did smell delicious for days after baking. Lilia had placed a bottle of olive oil on the table so you could lather your hands in it, the first scoop of batter landing in your palms so you could round them before placing them on the parchment paper, over two inches in between each cookie so they could rise and expand in the over without ending up as one giant monstrous thing. It had happened before. The first batch of eight cookies was done in just a few minutes, but there was still a bit of batter left, not that Lilia hadn’t thought of a solution already, another tray waiting for what was left. Just as you finished rounding the last one the oven begun to beep, and Lilia bent to put the trays inside, setting a timer for around fifteen minutes.

-Now for the sugar cookies. I’ll get the ingredients ready while you clean up the table, okay baby?

-Sure, just let me move this flour bag to the counter first.

Innocently you picked up the heavy bag, waddling slightly towards where Lilia had cleared a spot for it on the counter, feeling it slipping a bit off your hands, your steps faster so it wouldn’t end up on the floor. In slow motion you let it plop on the counter, just in time, your fingers barely holding onto it, but the motion had caused a white cloud of flour to come out of the bag right towards Lilia’s spot. Your hands shot to cover your mouth, eyes wide, when you turned to look at her, fighting the laughter that wanted to erupt out of your mouth. Lilia’s beautiful face with her rosy cheeks, big characteristic nose and plump lips was utterly covered in a thick layer of white. She blinked a few times, flour falling off her eyelashes giving her an even more comical look with her chocolate doe eyes staring at you through the white mask. Some of it had made its way to her hair, mixing perfectly with her curls. She opened her mouth to speak but she coughed instead, a small cloud of flour puffing in front of her right before sneezing, part of the powder falling onto the top of her dress and over her yellow apron. There was silence for a moment, not even YouTube Music was playing as she stared at you, hands on her hips. An instant later “Let it snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!” was filling up the room with its jolly tune, your laughter impossible to keep quiet.

You roared loudly, a hand still trying to cover your mouth while the other was holding onto your stomach, eyes moving from her face down to the floor. Lilia was staring dumbfounded at you, an offended look on her face as you laughed. Her hand shot to grab your arm pulling you towards her, eyes watering when you rose up to gaze at her. She stopped your laughter quickly, her hand throwing a handful of flour to your face, making you blink away the flour surprised at her action. Staring at each other there was no sound coming from either of you before Lilia chuckled, you following until you were both laughing, your hand grabbing more flour and throwing it in her direction, Lilia dodging it just in time. When you saw that she was putting her hand in the bag you rushed away from her giggling excitedly, feeling her behind you as you rounded the table, her flour missing you by an inch. She was now actively chasing you all throughout the house, your body sliding through the curtains and into the store. You were both leaving a trail of flour on the floor, but neither of you cared.

-I’ll get you for this!

-I’m sorry! I didn’t… - you could hardly breath from how much you were laughing, screaming in delight whenever she got close enough to grab you but never actually doing it. - I didn’t mean it!

-Come here!

You rushed to the door, pulling the glass gates open and stepping into the empty street. Sure, you were not wearing clothes appropriate for snow, your feet cozy inside your slippers, legs dressed in a pair of black leggings, but you hadn’t thought of that. Moving over two feet away from the house, Lilia following you out into the street, you took one step until you felt her hands grabbing onto your waist, pulling you against her. You yelped gleefully while laughing, feeling her arms snake around you, the perfect crispy snow reaching your mid-calf, the air cold, a contrast against Lilia’s delicious warm body.

-Got you. – she whispered in your ear, her breaths rapid and hot against the skin of your neck. You smiled while resting your head in the crook of her neck, very little flour left on your faces now.

-So you did.

-If it was all a ploy so we could come out and play in the snow you know you could have just told me.

-Hmmm, not a bad idea, but it was an accident.

-I know, baby. I’m not mad, but you are cleaning up when we are done baking.

Your mouth was open in shock, a retort forming in your tongue as you turned your face to look at her, but it never made it out of your mouth, her lips on yours kissing you tenderly, her soft ringlets caressing your cheeks. The chocolate cookie had left a wonderful sweet taste on her lips, or perhaps it was the bite you had had, either way, it seemed to fit her perfectly. You both stood over the snow for a few minutes observing the usual boring street covered in glistening white all over, on the roof tops, over the signposts. It was beautiful as long as you had Lilia behind you pecking your cheek. She turned you around after a while, holding onto your hands, pulling your frame back inside the cozy home. The oven had just begun to beep when you crossed the curtain to the back, Lilia rushing to them so they wouldn’t burn letting go of you. She was beautiful, spots of flour still clinging to her skin, like on her forehead or the tip of her nose, but they didn’t seem to bother her as she placed one tray on the stove and the other on the counter over a plate so it wouldn’t leave a burn mark on the old wood. You could spend every minute of your life watching her do anything.

They smelled absolutely delicious, the aroma spreading through the room to every corner, gently sliding into the shop. Over the bed covers you had left a rack which she picked up and left on the counter, you watching from your spot against the back wall as Lilia worked flawlessly, transferring the cookies along with the parchment paper to let them cool down. There was no room for the hot trays now, but that was no issue. Lilia turned, locking her eyes with you and then winked, lazy tendrils of yellow magic wrapping themselves around the trays and lifting them in the air, floating with gentle swaying motions over your heads. Everything related to Lilia’s magic was always so very mystical, visions, readings, the usual divination magic that she was used to, so it was wonderful to see the more practical, fun side of it, it meant she was relaxed and happy. She moved her hand beckoning you to join her, pulling out a pair of clean bowls after she had left the dirty ones in the sink.

-Why don’t you start with the icing?

-What happened with cleaning up the table?

-Flour on my face happened, doll. But don’t worry, there’s not much on the table now, I’ll just move those cups to the side if I need to.

-You don’t trust me anymore? – you pouted with a fake saddened tone as she took a stick of butter and a few eggs out of the fridge, turning her body towards you, a hand on the counter and the other on her hip, head lulled to the side. She sighed but smiled, your pouting making you look just so adorable.

-You know I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have given you the fun part of the recipe. You get to paint the cookies, baby.

-Yeah, but it’s fun doing things together. I want you to paint with me.

-Who said I wasn’t going to? You just make the icing and leave it on the side while I start on the batter and then we can cut them together. Does my baby like that?

Nodding your head she moved her hands to your cheeks kissing your lips tenderly, a smile on her lips when she parted from you. Happy that you had got, yet again, another kiss you took a small bowl from the cupboard above your head, checking the recipe that was stuck to the exhaust hood above the stove with a magnet before picking up two eggs, separating the yolks from the whites. Lilia kindly took the yolks and put them aside to use them at lunch time while you beat the whites with the whisk a bit. You didn’t need to do it, you just liked to before putting the icing sugar in, which you could not find in any of the cupboards. You pulled doors open, drawers, you even searched the fridge, it wouldn’t have been the first time any of you had accidentally put something in that didn’t belong there, but it was nowhere, and you could have sworn you had bought some not long ago. Lilia saw you moving frantically all over the kitchen and asked loudly what you needed over the music of “Jingle Bells Rocks” that was now playing. Upon hearing what you needed she moved aside to present you with a bright orange bottle.

Of course, she must have picked it and put aside when she had begun to gather ingredients. She was measuring the sugar, your eyes watching how her hands, dressed in rings on multiple fingers, tapped the bag and moved to the beath of the song. With a small cloud of floating icing sugar you mixed it all, a white paste forming in the bowl to which you added a little bit of corn syrup to make it glossier, just a touch that you liked. Now came the fun bit, taking the food colouring and crating the weirdest shades you could come up with. With a spoon you poured some of the mixture into an empty glass, adding a drop of red that turned pink upon mixing it with a teaspoon, so you added a few more, happy with the bright red that you made and setting it aside. Lilia looked at your science experiment from the corner of her eyes, hands adding spoonfuls of flour into the wet ingredients, folding the powder in. You were like a little kid with a bunch of sharpies and crayons painting lines and figures excited to see the final outcome, Lilia’s brown eyes looking at you as you mixed red and blue to create purple, although right now it looked a bit more like a suspicious brown. She let you finish mixing the colours, reminding you to leave part of the icing white, before adding the last few touches of a pinch of salt and baking powder, the dough clumpy in the bowl, as it should be.

 -Are you done with the arts and crafts, babe?

-Yeah, I think. How do you make grey?

-You don’t. I didn’t get any black colouring. Why would you want to add grey to Christmas cookies?

-Well, I don’t have an idea right now, but I like to have a range.

-Come on, Van Gogh, let’s roll the dough.

While you closed the last bottle of colouring Lilia placed the dough on the table, her strong arms and hands kneading and rolling to combine it and let it form a big smooth ball. You were mesmerised by the way her muscles moved up and down even through the lose sleeves of her dressing gown, her chest bouncing gently to the motion, your eyes glued to soft flesh of her neck and collarbones through the low-cut dress she was wearing, her amulet swaying along. It was incident to stare like that, but she was just too captivating, and she knew. She could feel your eyes watching her every move, a shiver running down her spine, but she never stopped kneading, there would plenty of time for her to take you to bed later. She gave it a few more punches before patting the little ball of dough, signalling that she was done.

-Should I get the rolling pin?

-Yeah, this is ready. It’s in the second drawer, next to the bottle opener.

-It’s too early for a glass wine, right?

-Yes, darling. It’s my company so bad that you need to get drunk at 10 am? – she raised an eyebrow while looking at you, a hand on her hip over her apron. Only a couple of feet separated you, but it was too much of a gap for you, snaking your arms around her neck while her hands automatically moved to your waist, her lips ghosting over yours.

-Never. You are far too alluring and beautiful, I would hate to get drunk and forget tomorrow how you looked today, or how your perfume compliments the smell of cookies so well.

A childish giggle escaped her mouth, muffled when she bent to peck your lips. She was clingy today, or amorous, either way you were not complaining. Parting from you she patted your hip, a sign that she needed you to get her the rolling pin, which of course you did. Anything she needed. There was a certain level of excitement building in your chest as Lilia rolled the dough until it was a quarter inch thick, the sheet overtaking half of the kitchen table, the best part coming at last.

-Right, where are the cookie cutters, babe?

-They should be in a box in the cupboard over the sink. Let me check. – pulling a chair from under the table you stepped on it to check in between the toaster and a juicer that you had got her for her birthday, date that she still refused to tell the girls in the coven, Sharon included as she could be a bit of babble when she had a glass or two of wine in her system. You searched but the box was nowhere to be found. – I can’t find them, did you move them, hon?

-No, not that I remember. Have you looked behind the coffee bags?

-Yeah, they’re not there. Where… Ah… I know where they are.

-Where? I’ll get them while you come down.

-Does the car have gas? – she was resting her backside against the edge of the desk as you stepped down, returning the chair underneath the table.

-What? What does the car have to do with anything?

-I lent them to Agatha.

-What? Why?

-I don’t know, I stopped asking her what she needs things for. I’m not getting another story of her and Rio’s sexual exploits during an expo or whatever. She just asked for them, so I lent them to her.

-You mean gave them to her. We are going to have to buy new ones. Well, it’s not too much of a loss, just grab a couple of knifes and we’ll freehand the cookies.

You practically hopped your way to the upper drawer to pick a pair, rushing back to her side and handing her one. You stared at the dough as if calculating, figuring out exactly what you wanted to do and after a moment, you began to create what you were sure was a candy cane, super proud of the shape until you looked at Lilia, who had had the same idea, and noticed how your lines were hardly straight and the curve was more a 90º angle.

-Why does yours look like an actual candy cane?

-Practice. Oh, yours is not that bad, baby. What is it?

-Ha ha. You know very well what it is.

-Yes, sorry, just teasing.

It was now a competition for you, eyes squinted and your teeth biting down on the tip of your tongue as you tried to keep the knife straight through every line, connecting them all and creating a star, or what you thought should be one, because it looked more as if it had just been run over by a car. Lilia laughed when she saw it and in a childish move you planted your index finger right on her Christmas tree, squishing it while sticking your tongue out. She gasped while calling your name.

-Y/N!

-You laughed at my star!

-It doesn’t look like one, baby.

-And now your tree doesn’t look like a tree, so we are even.

-Darling, it doesn’t matter if they are not perfect, we know what they are supposed to be and that’s all that matters. So what if your star needs a bit of therapy? Now my tree needs a chiropractor. Let’s continue, alright?

-Just don’t laugh again.

-I promise, scouts honour.

She pecked your lips and forehead before tuning back to the dough. The next form was supposed to be a snowman, but it looked more like a bunch of amorphous meatballs, a giggle sliding through your lips at the sight. You turned to check Lilia’s attempt at a reindeer which was more along the lines of a corgi with horns. You could not help it, it brought a cackle out of you, her peppery curls bouncing around her face as she wiped her head to look at you.

-I didn’t laugh at yours!

-Yeah, but… what the hell is that Lils?

-It’s a… It was supposed to be a reindeer.

-I’m sorry honey, but it looks nothing like one.

-Well, it’s a new breed. From Canada.

-Shall we name it? – your hand went to her shoulder, your head resting over it as you both watched the figure.

-Agatha, for stealing our cookie cutters.

She laughed at her own joke, your own snorting only adding to the humour of the moment, without a care in the world. Both of you carried on making shapes and forms, some of them better than others, some being additions to the “new breed from Canada”. You had pointed at each other’s creations laughing and praising, giving some of them names until you had the entire coven in cookie form, but you and Lilia’s figures could not be those weird interpretations of snowmens and trees, so you let her carve yourselves as two beautiful gingerbread women. It had started out as Christmas cookies but in the end, when Lilia had begun to move them to the floating trays, there had been more amorphous beings than accurate forms, but neither of you cared one bit, “Fairytale of New York” following “Santa Baby” on your Christmas playlist. Lilia’s head perked up at the sound of the music, pushing the door to the oven with her hip until it closed, setting a timer for ten minutes. She grabbed your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours as she pressed you against her, swaying to the song.

She must have been a singer and a dancer at some point in her life, there was just no way she could be that good and not have had shown her gift to the world at least once. You would ask her one of these days, but as of now you were happy to dance with her in the kitchen, listening to her sweet voice follow the tune. The moment was perfect, down to the song, to the way the sun caught in her hair as she twirled you both around the room, her citrusy perfume filling up your lungs along with the sweetness of the cookies. How could you have ever been blue? How could you have ever thought that happiness was not in for you? Lilia had come into your life and the world was suddenly a beautiful place where nothing could ever go wrong. Staring at her eyes it was as if they were the melted chocolate you had tasted on her lips earlier, warm and loving.

-They've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold.

-But the wind goes right through you, it's no place for the old.

-When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve.

-You promised me Broadway was waiting for me.

-You were handsome

-You were pretty, Queen of New York City

She laughed at the nickname, head lulled back, her feet never stopping, moving from side to side. The living area wasn’t precisely Buckingham Place, but you two made it work, and as Lilia’s moved both your bodies, her dressing gown brushing the foot of the Christmas tree, she truly showed you how much that tiny little room could give. The warm light that had bathed the room suddenly disappeared, the bright colourful lights that she had placed in every corner overtaking and lighting up the room in a dance of colours and shapes. Your eyes drifted to the window seeing the sky covered by big fluffy white clouds, a gentle breeze having picked up outside the house, the first few snowflakes beginning to fall, but Lilia claimed your attention when she pushed your body away form hers while still holding your hands.

-The boys of the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay and the bells were ringing out for Christmas day.

She pulled you back against her body once again, her arms around your waist, your hands resting on the back of her neck twirling her soft curls in between your fingers. Her forehead was pressed against yours, the movements slow as the song carried onto the last few verses letting the words drip from her lips in hushed tones only for you to hear. The two of you had closed your eyes letting the warmth of each other’s bodies wrap around you, basking in the way you could feel the love seeping from every pore, from every word that escaped her lips. It wasn’t until she sang the last verse, her breath tickling your nose, that she did press her lips to yours, hiding her face into the crook of your neck after a few moments to escape the reality outside those four walls. “Auld Lang Syne” followed, the softer tune perfect for you both to simply sway on the spot, your hands caressing Lilia’s hair and neck, your cheek resting against her ear as she breathed in your perfume and shampoo, humming happily. Neither of you wanted the moment to end, feeling as if being like this, in each other’s arms, was just the perfect way to live Christmas Eve before the craziness of going over to Sharon’s with the rest of the coven happened. You wanted to savour every second you had with Lilia and only Lilia. For once the world could wait, stop moving altogether until you were ready to carry on with life, though you doubted you would ever let the happen.

Right on time the last few notes playing marked start of another song, the oven starting to beep. Lilia did not wish to move, but she had to, extracting herself after a minute to pull the trays out, letting them float around just like she had done before. You helped her transfer the chocolate chip cookies onto a plate, setting them aside so she could let the sugar cookies out of the trays and onto the racks. But you were impatient, she knew, and with a flick of her wrist, your eyes shinning gleefully as you watched a few sparkles of golden magic fly from her fingertips, they were cold enough to be placed on the kitchen table to be decorated.

-Do you have any ideas you want to share, darling?

-Not really, well, maybe. I think we should paint the Coven with their signature colours.

-Alright. Let’s start with Agatha, that way if she looks bad it won’t matter much. She owes me a bunch of cutters.

It was playful banter, she didn’t really hate Agatha, quite the opposite, she took care of the woman as if she were a daughter, looking after her, looking out for her, protecting her from the world as if she were afraid someone could break her. It was one of the main things that had attracted you to her at first, her caring, nurturing nature. She picked up an empty pipping bag and let you fill it up with the purple icing before cutting the tip. The first blob fell right in the middle of the reindeer, and since there wasn’t much she could now she carried on. The shape was horrid, but she assured you that once the details were added it would bring it all together. You weren’t very sure. The eyes looked a bit disproportionate, and the antlers were a bit thick, but all in all Lilia thought it looked good, and you didn’t want to disagree.

-My turn now, let me do Sharon. In green?

-Yeah, we have two green witches, we’ll just make Rio’s eyes brown and call it a day.

You might not have been gifted with the knife, but you sure were better with the pipping bag than Lilia. Your reindeer was more accurate, green but accurate, the small beady eyes perfectly positioned but the antlers… the looked like a bunch of worms. It suited a green witch you supposed. Lilia was quick to praise and tell you that it was beautiful, kissing your temple and watching as you did Rio’s as well, a perfect reindeer in front you down to red nose and everything. You were so excited, bouncing in her arms, her words filled with love and joy as she told you just how pretty it was. Her hands moved on to Jen, the shape of the snowwoman much easier than that of a reindeer in pretty shade of pink, the eyes and buttons brown, along with a blue scarf and orange nose. She put it aside to let the icing harden your hands working on Billy as she did Alice, both snowman that looked pretty decent taking on account that Lilia’s orange pipping bag burst in her hand just as she was finishing Alice’s body, icing all over the table and a couple of candy cane cookies.

-What a mess!

-Baking is messy, Lils. Don’t worry, there’s enough icing left to make more orange.

-But…

-It’s perfectly fine, honey, honestly. Just clean that up and I’ll make more. And those two cookies can be like orange flavoured candy canes. See? Problem solved.

-My baking hero.

Grabbing a glass after she pecked your cheek, you were quick to blend the right shade of orange, putting it inside a new pipping bag and handing it to Lilia so she could finish Alice’s body. It was beautiful to do this together, Lilia’s lines wiggly and the consistency a big lumpy when she tried to do the first few stockings until she gave up and moved on to the stars, easier in her opinion. You tried to write names on the stockings once she had moved them to your side of the table, but they were more like scribbles that no one could understand, still the colour code every member of the coven had settled for kind of helped to identify which was for which. The moment was both cozy and hilarious, pointing at the figures you were both painting, commenting, laughing and scraping to begin again only to end up with the same wiggly lines and mismatched colours. Lilia once in a while added her own touch to one of your cookies, be it a weird bow or a string of tinsel around a tree while you gave hers a more artistic touch by adding sparkles to her candy canes or little dots of colour on her reindeer’s antlers claiming that they were Christmas lights. She had laughed hard at that stating in between laboured breaths that it looked as if the poor thing had crashed a farmers’ market, and to be honest it kind of did, laughing along with her, your body pressed against her arm as you both shook and cackled. But neither of you cared, they were yours and in their horrid looks they looked perfect to you. The only thing left was to paint were you and Lilia’s gingerbread women, something that you were left in charge of as Lilia didn’t want to risk it. The pressure was real as you did Lilia’s face, her curls a mix of white and brown icing before you moved onto the clothes giving her a yellow jacket, white blouse and blue pants, the outfit you had met her in when she had been thrown out of the Witches Road after fishing her task. She had been covered in mud back then, but you weren’t one to add brown and destroy her beautiful cookie. You put as much effort in your own, dressing yourself in a pair of black trousers and a red blouse, your hair in a bun above your head.

-They look beautiful babe. Mirror images of reality.

-It’s easy when you have the perfect model in front of you. – she smiled at the compliment, a gentle pink hue dressing her cheeks. She blushed so tenderly and so beautifully.

-Flattery will get you everywhere with me, darling.

-I certainly hope so.

-As much as I love the idea of letting you have your way with me, why don’t we let these cookies settle for a bit and go out?

-Everything’s closed.

-I didn’t say that we had to go somewhere in specific. You like snow, don’t you?

-Of course!

-Then get your winter boots on and let’s make a real snowman!

-Really?!

You jumped on the spot nearly knocking over the table, Lilia’s hands shooting to grab it, your lips on her cheek before rushing to the other side of the room. You apologised while running to your closet, grabbing a jumper, a pair of thicker trousers along with some Harry Potter socks and rushing to the bathroom, your voice reaching her ears as you sang loudly, your voice filled with joy, knocking over things that were on the sink.

-Do you want to build a snowman?!

-Oh, God, not “Frozen” again.

[fictionlovingnerdgirl]

We Fell In Love (In October)

A/N: I'll be getting to requests soon but I really wanted to do something like this for Halloween, I hope you guys understand. And again, trying not to use Y/N but it might slip in there 💀

Warnings: Kissing, but very light innocent kissing

Summary: You and Scott go out to a fall festival, Scott just got broken up with and you might be able to cheer him up :]

Paring: Scott Summers X Fem!Reader

The air was crisp, the smell of fall littered the whole house as you were stirring in your bed. It was the day before Halloween and you had no plans, how lame was that? You sighed and sat up, going to get a cute outfit on, a brown leather jacket, dark brown top, red scarf, jeans, and doc martens. Maybe you'd go out to the fall festival, or hang out with friends? But most people already had plans. Way to go for planning ahead.

The institute was barren, almost no one to be found as you walked down the halls and to the library, except... Scott Summers? She was sitting on a sofa holding a cup of coffee, looking at a book but obviously not reading it, his glasses covered his eyes but you could tell his mind was elsewhere.

You sighed and turned to leave before getting a brilliant idea, smirking and walking confidently towards him. "Wanna do something?" You blurt out as he jumps a bit, closing the book and turning towards you. "Excuse me?"

"I mean, tomorrow's Halloween and all my friends have plans, I thought maybe.. we could do something?" You say, your confidence wearing thin as you watch him, not knowing where his eyes were. She slowly starts nodding, "okay.. okay, yeah. What were you thinking?" He sits up, looking more serious.

You let out a breathe you did even know you were holding. "Uh, fall festival? I was also thinking of going later tonight but if you're not free we can do something else." He nods and you feel like your heart is gonna explode. "When do we leave?" he smiles slightly, and your heart actually DOES explode. Your interest in Scott didn't appear until now, this was uncalled for.

"Uhh, I sleep in so.. what time is it?" You check your phone and it's 3 PM "maybe at... Six?" You say, holding your breath again, hoping he doesn't have plans, instead he nods and hums, "okay, okay, I'll pick you up at your room at five fifty?". You nod eagerly, giving final goodbyes and fastly walk towards your room as you turn the corner from the library.

Hell yeah

Getting ready for a fall festival? Easy enough. Getting ready for a fall festival with a hot guy that for some reason you randomly want to kiss? Not easy. And nothing was looking perfect, it was hard enough finding cute clothes, but finding cute clothes that Scott might like was like a whole other subject. He was so.. fashionable. Somehow. Most guys aren't, but he definitely knew how to dress himself.

You put some products in your hair and try a few different outfits before deciding on a creme top, a dark brown jacket, a red scarf, flared jeans and a cute pair of doc martens. That was fall-y, for sure. But would he like it? Probably, it would be fine. Stop overthinking it.

A knock at the door startles you, you just got finished putting on your shoes too, he was perfectly on time. Opening the door he looks up from the floor, smiling slightly, "Are you ready?" She tilts his head a bit, cute.

"yeah- I'm ready." Smiling back, he definitely didn't hate the outfit, thank God. Wait, was this a date?

You two walk to his car together, (which was also perfect, just like him) and he walks to the passenger side, opening the door and nodding for you to get in. Your heart quickens and you can feel your hands get clammy, this was not the plan, it wasn't supposed to be so stressful.

The silence is almost awkward, and you can't tell where he's looking like, ever. So you sit there, hands in your lap, and look at your feet, his voice startling you. "I haven't... Gone out in a while." She looks almost embarrassed "Not since me and Jean broke up."

Ah, of course. That makes sense now, that's why he was in the library and not even reading the book. Is body language seeming tired. "It's all good, I don't have many friends that wanna go out anyway." She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Scott laughs a bit at your comment, pulling into the parking lot, getting out and walking over to your side and opening your door, holding his hand out. It felt like a moment from a movie, or a book. Taking his hand and getting out of the car, feeling a bit more comfortable in his presence knowing he was nervous. It was cute.

The festival wasn't packed, but it wasn't abandoned, it was almost perfect. "I've.. never been to a fall festival." He looks at you as you let out a dramatic gasp "that's a crime, Summers!" You cry out, he laughs at your dramatic display, his shoulders relaxing and his body language going from professional and gentlemanly to comfortable and himself.

"Well... Let's fix that." You sigh and take his hand in yours, his face turning a shade of pink as his hums and nods. Making your way to the concession stand and getting some food, his presence oddly comforting and you feel your heart swell, dating never went well for you and it always ended with you promising to never care for someone ever again. This felt.. different.

After eating some pie and drinking warm apple cider, you get up and walk together in the corn maze, it wasn't too big so it shouldn't be so hard but for some damn reason you always kept circling around to the entrance.

"Damn it, isn't this supposed to be at least kind of easy?" You say, your voice laced with annoyance but you also found it kind of hilarious. Scott's face looked way too serious about the matter, "I'm giving up, we can just go sit on that porch swing." He sighs and walks over to the swing, his face still serious and almost annoyed. "Not having fun?" You say softly. "It's not that, I'm having a great time, it's just..." He pauses and looks down at his hands, his gears turning, it's obvious on his face.

"I think I'm having too much fun, I just broke up with Jean but I... I feel perfectly fine. I like it here. With you." He says the last part almost as a whisper, his face hard to see but you could almost tell his face was flushed. "Scott, that's not a bad thing." Softly putting your hand over his, your thumb grazing over his knuckles and you smile at him, turning all your attention to him.

"I know, I guess it's just hard to admit." She turns his head towards you and you're inches away from each other. Opening your mouth slightly to speak but nothing comes out, your hand reaches out to caress the side of his face. "That's okay, no rush." You say in a whisper, before leaning in a bit to see what he would do. Surprisingly he doesn't lean away, instead capturing your lips in a soft kiss, one filled with gentleness and love. She had so much love to give, Jean was always selfish and took it for granted. You wouldn't.

You quickly return the kiss, deepening it but not too much, keeping a sort of soft innocence in it before reluctantly pulling away. "So, you don't mind a little rush?" You tease. His face is blank and you can see the slight blush on it. "I'm sorry if that's not what you wanted, I just-" he's interrupted, you lean back in and kiss him once more, just for a second.

"I didn't say I didn't like it."

[flowery-mess]

Midnights of October🍁🧡🎃

October 25th

Pumpkin patch date

warnings: i don't think there are any, let me know if you find something

author's note: not edited, also pumpkin patches are not really thing in my country, so I wish I could write some more details🥹 also this one is requested😊

taglist: @concreteangel92 @sorrowsofsilence @lma1986 @stardustsirenmelody @dream-machine-love @mrsnoahsebastian (let me know if you want to be tagged or deleted!😊)

Midnights of October masterlist

*

When you first told Noah that you have never been to a pumpkin patch he would think it was because you simply didn't want to

So he wouldn't understand when you started showing him cute tiktoks and pictures from pumpkin patch vlogs, saying that you should take cute couple pictures like that too

"Wait I thought you never went there because you didn't want to?" Noah would ask you one day, confused after you showed him video where couple with a baby went to pumpkin patch family date and told him that you have to do it too one day when you have a baby

"What? Oh no Noah, my parents just never took me as a kid and then I wanted to go with my ex, but he said it's too childish. I'd love to go!" you said, surprised too, because you didn't know you made it look like you don't like the idea of pumpkin patch date

"Oh my god baby, you should have said that. You're free on friday after work?"

You jumped around your kitchen like a baby that finally got what they wanted

You were so excited to finally have a pumpkin patch date

When friday came it was the longest 8 hours of your life, you were excited for what's coming after work

Noah said he'll pick you at work and you'll head to the closest pumpkin patch

"Here is your coffee and cinnamon bun, the ride is about 40 minutes and I took your jacket in case you'll get cold there." Noah said when you entered the car

Excitement was shining in his eyes and so was in yours

When you arrived at the pumpkin patch it was HUGE

Pumpkins, bales of hay, coffee and food trucks, halloween decoration and candles

It was slightly foggy and the trees with colorful leaves were making the autumn atmosphere just perfect

You two didn't know what to do first, so you made a plan

First you agreed to take pictures, then you're actually going to pick which pumpkins you're going to buy and then have some quick snack at one of the trucks and head home

I honestly have a feeling that Noah would be good at the photographer role as a boyfriend

"You're cute." Noah would give you compliments while taking pictures, so later when you scrool through them and hold the live pictures you can hear him talking and that's freaking cute

You also stopped a stranger to take pictures of the both of you standing in front of the piles of pumpkins or sitting on the bales of hay with decoration

You were also taking short videos to make into a tiktok video later

Also managed to take few pictures of Noah when he wasn't looking

You chose one big pumpkin for each of you, also managed to argue over it while choosing it

"Thank you Noah, I had great time." you smiled over your coffe at Noah

"Baby I'd take you here sooner if you'd say you want to go. We can make it a tradition, that way we can have pictures every year until we have one with a baby like in that video you showed me."

You felt your heart skip a beat

"You want to have a baby with me?"

"I will have ten babies with you if that's what you want." Noah said it like it was obvious

You finished your drinks and packed your big pumpkins in Noah's car and left when the sun started to set, making the drive very romantic

When you entered your shared home and turned the lights on you were surprised to see that your living room somehow turned into a work field, but also bedroom at the same time

Your couch was full of blankets and pillows, you also noticed candles around it

In front of it was lots of knifes, spoons, sharpies and bowls

"What is this?" you turned to face Noah for an explanation

"Well, I thought we could continue with the date. Start with carving the pumpkins and then have a movie night. If you want." Noah had a shy look on his face

"Of course I want, that's the best date night I ever had."

You started wirh carving the pumpkins, that involved lots of laughs and mess in your living room

When you were done you cleaned the mess, took shower together to clean yourselves too and finally snuggled on your couch with some snacks

You felt sleep taking over you, so before you fell asleep you wanted to tell Noah again how thankful you were

He was gently stroking your tummy under his sweatshirt that you were wearing

"Noah I really had fun today, thank you so much."

"Anytime baby, I love you."

"I love you."

With that you shared kiss and that was the last thing you remembered before you fell asleep

[caffiend-queen]

Oh, I could just EAT YOU UP! A Holidays in Hel Loki-Avengers tale.

I was re-reading this the other day when I should have been getting my new book "Captivated" finished. I'd forgotten how much fun it was writing the Holidays in Hel series... If you're in the mood for some creepy, sexy (not at once, thank god) Loki Halloween tale, look no further.

In which Loki and Mina realize that no holiday is safe from the epic round of truly bad luck that the Avengers have when celebrating the most innocent of times...

***

“You’re expecting me to do what?”

Loki was lounging - elegantly, of course - against a pillar in the huge common room where the Avengers tended to gather when not on missions or getting patched up in the Medbay. He was sartorial perfection in a bespoke Tom Ford suit in onyx. Mina paused from shoveling the candy into one of the massive bowls to smile at him, a little misty with appreciation over his sheer beauty. Her- not her boyfriend, the God of Mischief and Lies could never be called something so ridiculous, her beau? Her partner? Her… Apparently, Loki had been speaking to her because he’d paused, looking at her peevishly.

“Sorry, Loki. I was admiring how unreasonably beautiful you are in that suit, but yeah... just pass out some candy to the trick or treaters? For the media coverage? To make you look... uh... caring?”

Mina said the right thing, of course. The fine lines around his glittering emerald eyes faded away. “Of course you were, darling. This is understandable. I shall repeat myself. You cannot possibly…” He picked up a violently colored package luridly branded as “Unicorn Poop!” pinched between his thumb and forefinger, the way one might hold a dirty diaper. “...Expect me to touch these vile things, much less give them to children?” Loki’s sneer was quite credible, but Mina knew he was posturing. He liked children, though he would rather cut his hair than admit it. He had been shockingly kind to Amelia, Mina’s niece, last New Year’s when her skeevy brother and his wife dumped their daughter in her’s and Loki’s laps and hoofed it to the airport for a Caribbean vacation. 

“The candy is hideous,” she admitted, “but this is the crap kids love now, everything is ‘unicorn,’ or ‘poop.’ Or the blissful combination of both.” Loki tossed the lurid sweet back into the pile in the bowl. “Tony got a tractor-trailer full of the stuff from this candymaker he’s doing business with. The man is some sort of real-life Willy Wonka.” 

“Hmm,” Loki could even make a humming noise sound deeply disapproving. “Is that the bizarre little gentleman I’ve seen Tony squiring around the tower?"

As if he knew he’d been called, Stark strolled into the room, skirting the cases upon cases of candy piled high around the room. “I gotta admit, Horo, this is enough candy to trick or treat the entire state’s population of kids into a sugar coma.”

The man with him laughed, more of a high-pitched giggle that was startling coming from someone as hugely wide and tall as he was. In fact, his height and weight ended up forming a perfect shape of a square. He was dressed in a top hat and a bright candy-colored suit, with tufts of purplish hair sticking out at angles from his top hat.

“Remember when you watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with me?” Mina murmured to Loki.

“Indeed,” he said, folding his arms, “this creature has managed to take all the most unpleasant elements of Sir Wonka and made them even more troubling.”

“Reindeer Games!” shouted Tony, “Come and meet another magician!”

Mina watched as Loki’s entire form stiffened. “Did he just refer to me as a… a magician?” Loki spat. 

“Uh, I think Tony’s already a vodka bottle in for the festivities,” she soothed. “Just ignore him.”

Nonetheless, she pasted on a smile as Tony led the bizarre creature over. Bypassing his host, the man whipped off his top hat, sweeping it low into a courtly bow. “Horatio J. LaDreamy at your service!”

They spent some time sorting through the cases of candy, Horatio holding up each one and exclaiming over its merits like parents with a baby picture. Mina attempted to go through the plan of having Horatio himself pass out the first round of candy for the media coverage. “It’s a really nice thing, if you don’t mind, Mr. ah… Mr. LaDreamy. And the kids will be so excited to meet you.”

“You’re just so scrumptious,” Horatio said, his voice hoarser now, perspiration dotting his upper lip. Leaning in, he held onto Mina’s hand, “I could just eat. You. Up.”

Her revulsion at this freak in his pink-striped shirt and his unfocused, glittering eyes was too great to hide, but his grin only widened as she yanked her hand away. “I have to…” Horatio was still staring at her greedily, and Mina backed away, “...go over… here.” 

She speed-walked over to where Loki stood with a look of profound boredom and a very nice glass of Lafite Rothschild 1999. Taking the glass from him, she downed it in one gulp. The tall, beautiful god looked down at her with the same shock and disgust normal people would reserve for murder, or terrible train wrecks. 

“You just violated that Lafite,” Loki said with deep disgust, “you just spat on it and threw it into the gutter of your untrained palate.”

“Don’t care,” Mina managed, taking the last bit of liquid in the glass, “I needed it. That man is a freak. A total weirdo.” He merely gave her his long-suffering, “Yes, I know this already” expression. “He just told me,” she said, still looking over Loki’s expensively suited shoulder at Horatio, who was now plying an unamused Natasha with an awkward-looking magic trick involving a deck of cards and a very long scarf he kept pulling from his sleeve, giggling with excitement. “He grabbed my hand and said the weirdest thing, he said, “I could just eat you up.” Loki’s eyes narrowed, and she hastened to clarify, “He wasn’t hitting on me, it was creepier. Like he really was hungry.”

Loki thoughtfully eyed the man, who’d somehow gotten tangled up in the scarf he’d been using for his ‘magic trick.’ “Some of the vilest monsters I have battled were quite benign in appearance. I shall examine this creature more closely.”

But really, what happened next was no one’s fault.

***

“Three cheers for… uh...  the… Candy Guy!” Tony was deep in his cups and Mina was just happy he was still standing, thanks to an occasional nudge from Pepper behind him.

Horatio didn’t seem to mind, smiling benignly down on the happy Stark Tower employees, most of them waist-deep in Unicorn Poop.

“Thank you, Tony, my dear friend!” He spread out his giant arms to the crowd, “And to all of you, thank you for helping me bring joy to the children! They don’t want boring old chocolate bars anymore! They want bright, sparkly candy that will make their mouths tingle and their tummies tap dance with happiness! To be honest, friends, I could not do it without you.”

The crowd chuckled, smiling up at Horatio while slipping fistfuls of candy into backpacks, purses, and bulging pockets.

“No!” Horatio said earnestly. “I really couldn’t! The sweetest and kindest among you will guarantee that the next year’s production of the Unicorn Poop candy line will be bigger and better than ever! More than double this year’s output and keeping up to with demand. I just need one thing from you to make every child in the world hold a package of unicorn poop in their chubby little hands.” He looked directly at Mina and smiled, suddenly showing many, sharp teeth. “I just need you.”

There was a violent pink explosion, cotton candy shooting in all directions and sending a spray of crystalized sugar into the eyes and lungs of everyone in the huge room, coughing and wheezing until everyone could catch their breath.

“Where,” snarled Loki in his most severe, stentorian tone, “is MINA?”

“Wh- I do not see Jane!” protested Thor.

Natasha circled the room rapidly. “Bruce is missing!”

Tony suddenly seemed to sober up. “Hey, has anyone seen Pepper?”

***

“Wh- where the hell are we?” Jane gasped, hanging on to a sagging Shanice from Accounting, whose heaving chest showed she hadn’t weathered the abduction well.

Mina, leaning against a candy-striped pillar for balance, pulled away as she realized the pillar was clinging to her hand like the creepiest possible taffy, as if it was alive, wrapping tendrils of its taffy-esque substance up her arm. “Yuck!” she whined, trying to peel the substance off her new black blouse. “If I had to guess, based on the shittiest series of holidays ever over this last year, that that psycho candymaker from hell has somehow kidnapped us and we’re in his dungeon… factory… purgatory… of candy.”

“Right you are, sweet Mina!” Horatio happily approached the group, not seeming to notice how everyone cringed away from him. “You are all here as my very special guests! As the sweetest, nicest people I’ve met this year, you’ve won the Golden Pass to tour my candy kingdom!”

“A Golden Pass?” Mina tried not to laugh. The situation was too serious, but she couldn’t help herself. Horatio was wearing a top hat that looked suspiciously like the one Willy Wonka wore in the movie. “You mean a Golden Ticket?”

“No,” he answered cheerfully, sampling a flower that appeared to be made of lime green nougat, “a Golden Pass is even better! It’s a super-duper big honor!”

Looking around, Mina tried to find an exit. Please god, she thought, don’t let the Oompa-Loompa ripoffs come out singing and dancing!

Because it was an Avenger’s Holiday From Hel, it was worse.

“Are those…unicorns?” gasped Sun Lee, the sweetest girl in HR, who was always making cookies and bringing them to work.

Everyone turned together and sure enough, a herd of alarmingly cheerful candy-colored unicorns came trotting over to them, making some sort of unicorn-type greeting. Not neighing, exactly. More like a mean-spirited giggle, Mina thought dourly.

“Here are my babies!” Horatio held his arms out, greeting one unicorn after another with a kiss on the lips. 

Mina heard a faint “Ewwww…” behind her, it might have come from Maurice in Promotions and Marketing, who was edging away from a unicorn insisting on nuzzling into his neck with the same enthusiasm of a date on Prom Night. 

“Uh, they’re really… I didn’t know unicorns actually existed, though based on this past year you’d think I’d be more open-minded,” Mina said, edging away from the cotton-candy pink horn of the equine interloper trying to snuggle up under her arm.

Horatio beamed at her, oozing charm and a weird kind of faux innocence as he nudged another unicorn - this one a swirl of lavender and baby blue - at Mina, bookending her with mystical creatures. “Come, darlings, I’ll take you on a tour of Horatio LaDreamy’s candy factory!”

Mina could see Darcie gearing up to give him the Stern Talking To, and caught her eye, shaking her head. She’d been gripping her emerald pendant like it was Loki’s perfect cock since they’d popped in to this candy-caned striped hellscape. He’d find them and save the day, like always. She just needed to get them all to play along until he showed up. 

And when he did? She was going to suck his dick like she was mad at it.

***

“Here we are,” Loki raged, “in the - as Tony has repeatedly and tiresomely claimed - the most secure building on the planet, and yet once again, my Mina has been abducted. Again!” He was running his hands through his perfect ebony hair, and it unreasonably made it even more full and flowing over his expensively suited shoulders.

“Thanks, Severus Snape, but remember that my fiancée and another twenty Stark employees also got snatched?” Tony was furious and embarrassed, which served to make him even more annoying. He was attempting to drum some discordant rhythm on the granite bar top with spoons, and it was so unbearable that the even-tempered Steve was the one to reach over and snatch the silverware from his jangly hands.

“Everyone calm down!” Steve was at his most stern and Captain-ish and Loki watched cynically as the rest of the - as Mina called them - the Spandex Squad immediately obeyed. His handsome, stern gaze turned to Tony. “Where did you meet Horatio? How is it that no one knows the location of his factory? Everyone needs employees. Can we track him through the IRS? How did he get the kind of tech that could move that many people at once? Loki, is this magic?”

Loki was pacing around the last location of the lunatic candymaker as he disappeared from Stark Tower with his Mina. “I do not recognize the energy signature, but it feels more as seidr than technology. But all seidr… it leaves a trace. I cannot find one here.” 

Thor was absently swinging Mjolnir, nearly braining one of the waitstaff trying to clear up the candy carnage. He was desperate to smite someone- anyone at this point. Loki glared at his brother after another close pass from the hammer. “Brother, do contact Heimdal and ask for his assistance.” 

“I shall do this immediately!” Thor roared happily, striding masterfully to the elevators.

“A good idea,” approved Natasha.

Loki sneered elegantly. “I contacted Heimdal the moment they all disappeared. He knows nothing. But it will keep my idiot brother occupied while we work.”

Rubbing her forehead, she allowed herself to look vulnerable, just for a moment. “Then how are we going to find them in time?” Looking at him with troubled blue eyes, she said, “I feel like time is ticking down to something. Do you feel it?”

Looking out the window as the sun headed to the horizon, the afternoon light sending them all into sharp focus, Loki fought down an unfamiliar sense of panic. “If one looks to most of the pagan legends, sunsets are often associated with human sacrifice.”

“You don’t-” the blood drained from Natasha’s pale complexion, leaving her sheet-white. She thought of Bruce, his gentle smile and his kind way with those smaller and weaker than himself. “We have to get them out of there.”

“I assure you, my ocharovatel'nyy ubiytsa,” he said grimly, “I am quite in agreement.”

***

Every holiday, Mina thought as the unicorn prodded her in the back with his horn, every goddamned holiday. Would it really be too much to ask to get Halloween off from the Avenger’s holiday fuckups? My favorite holiday? Her self-pitying thoughts were interrupted as Horatio waved grandly and the massive pink and lavender doors before them began to slowly open.

“You may ask,” he puffed, “how my candy is so sweet? So perfectly formed and flavored? How it can be so addicting?” He beamed at the sullen group behind him. “Meet my secret weapon!”

Mina gulped and she heard a shrill scream from Carla from Banqueting and Events as she passed out. It was another unicorn. A gigantic-ass, monstrous unicorn whose horned head nearly brushed the top of a room the size of an airport hangar. She was violent splashes of aqua, purple, and fuchsia. But her eyes were the blazing red of hell and when she opened her big, horsey mouth, she roared, a thunderous strike that hit the group like a fist, making everyone cringe and cover their ears. There was steam rising from the floor, which was liberally splashed with red and dotted with… bits of something horrible. And popping rapidly out from under her striped tail, were- Mina squinted. “Oh, my god,” she groaned, “is that unicorn poop?”

“An A+ for the pretty lady in the front row!” Horatio said happily, “Yes, this is my sweet angel and the producer of the entire Unicorn Poop line! Glow in the Dark Unicorn Poop, Candy Corn Unicorn Poop, Peppermint Striped Unicorn Poop, and Fudgy Center Unicorn Poop, though that last one isn’t selling the way I thought it would.” His mildly puzzled expression cleared as another giant pile of candy flew from Big Mama Unicorn to be separated and packaged by some listless robots in the bright candy wrappers. “Anyway!” he continued, “So my beloved is such a good girl, producing pile after pile of delicious treats, day after day, 24/7. But a girl’s gotta eat, right?”

“What…” Jane’s expression told Mina she’d already put two and two together, “what do you feed her?”

Horatio’s eyes glowed, “Why, only the sweetest and kindest folks ever! After spending the week at Stark Tower and getting to know everyone, I knew I was picking the sweetest, nicest people there! And it’s perfect timing,” his giggle was alarmingly high-pitched, “because my girl is hungry.”

Big Mama Unicorn let out a terrifying bellow, and all the smaller unicorn guards nickered in agreement as the humans huddled closer together.

Loki was still pacing the spot where that candy-coated monstrosity had disappeared, taking his Mina and so many others with him. He had some hopes that as one of the captives, Bruce, at least, might still have the capacity to shift into his larger, angrier form. But he could feel the energy behind the seidr the top-hatted lunatic had used to steal Mina and the others. It was demonic. Straightening his tie, he turned to the others. “I shall return.”

“Wha- hey!” Tony turned to the others. “He shall return? What the hell did Mr. Wizard just say? Where is he going?”

Such was the haughtier and gravitas of Loki, Prince of Asgard and Rightful King of Jotunheim that not a demon dared approach him, the hounds of Hel whined nervously and hid under the furniture as he passed, still sleek and perfect in his ebony suit.

“Oh, it’s you.” The woman, clad in an equally dark suit and a sullen expression was lounging on an ostentatious throne, made of the bones of thousands of different creatures.

“Is that any way to greet your dear, dear father?” Loki plucked a bit of something off his impeccable sleeve, flicking the offending bit away in a flash. 

If her black eyes had rolled any further back, they’d be wedged against her brain stem. “Let’s dispense with the pleasantries, Loki. What do you want?”

“A bit of conversation, darling.” Hitching his trousers, Loki sat gracefully on a chair made of human bones and sinew. “We’ve a bit of an issue at the Avenger’s Tower with abductions.”

She shrugged, idly poking at one of the cringing shades with the toe of her sharpened steel boot. “And this concerns me how?”

“Hela.”

The one word was spoken in a tone so low that the granite foundations of the Queen of Hel’s throne shifted slightly.

Leaning forward, Loki’s eyes flashed a searing green-gold. “Do not feign innocence with me. That vile candymaker could not have managed this level of power as a mere mortal. What was your bargain?”

Hela sniffed, tossing her long black hair over one shoulder in a flounce clearly inherited from her sire. “Oh. That irritating little man was constantly bleating about his unicorns and how they got… what was the word? Oh, ‘hangry,’ and he needed the power to move large groups of people to the factory to feed them, and-”

“What did you say?” Loki shot out of his chair, face even paler, “Feed mortals to... his unicorns?” 

Hela shrugged, “His tiresome obsession with those silly creatures… though the monstrous procreator is quite ferocious. She would be an excellent addition to my Helhounds.” She chuckled heartlessly. “Perhaps I shall take her, along with his pathetic soul when it is due.”

In an instant, her furious sire was leaning over her, so close that her throne tipped back. “If a single hair is disturbed upon my Mina’s head, I shall tie you to the hack of one of your beloved Helhounds, and create a seidr that will force him to run through your pits of flaming tar and leave you upside down beneath the surface of one of them. For your continued good health, I do hope no harm comes to those abducted from the Tower.”

For once, his daughter didn’t have a scathing retort.

***

It was hard to come up with a plan, what with all the screaming, Mina thought, dazed and jostling to keep her co-workers away from that giant fucking unicorn from Hel. I mean, it really does look like Loki’s daughter spawned it, she thought a little spitefully. 

She stilled for a moment, ignoring the prodding from the unicorn’s pointy horn wedging just under her right shoulder and shoving hard enough to leave a crater in her back. “That’s it!” Mina gasped. Elbowing past her pink and blue guard, she shouted, “Hey, Horatio! You’re wrong! You think we’re the sweetest people in the building?” 

The candymaker was busy trying to shove Mario from Accounting closer to the gaping maw of Mama Unicorn. Horatio looked over his polka-dotted shoulder red-faced and petulant. “You just hold right there, little miss! It’ll be your turn in a minute!” 

“I’m not sweet!” Mina tried to pitch her voice higher than Mario’s screaming, but it was close. “I have a mouth like a sailor, you asshole! I really didn’t like Aama here-” she pulled over her startled co-worker in the Developmental Science Division, “because she’d always steal the good lab coats and I’d end up with one of the acid-stained ones. I ‘forgot’ to invite her to one of the employee lunches-”

“Hey! Really?” Aama said, looking deeply wounded.

“Sorry, Aama,” Mina said, patting her back absently. “Anyway, I am not sweet! Also, if you saw the kinky stuff Loki and I get into? I’m gonna give that lavender pony from Hel heartburn!”

“I knew you two were into some weird shit!” gloated Darcy.

“Oh, please!” Mina retorted, “You wrote the book- hell, you wrote an entire Wikipedia on kink!”

Her eyes widened pleadingly, and Darcy caught on. “Oh, yes I did! One guy, two guys… once there was a wheel of cheese in the room and a duck, and…”

Even Mario had stopped screaming to hear this.

“Also,” Darcy continued defiantly, “I - I shoplifted some peanut butter and cigarettes from the bodega down the street because I forgot my purse…” She’d come back the next day with a batch of cookies, an apology and the money, of course. Also, the son’s owner really liked her and had given her the peanut butter and the pack of extra-long menthols, but that didn’t help the story. “I’ve drugged Jane’s sandwich before! More than once!”

“You did?” Jane gasped, “You’re- why? Why did you do that?”

Her best friend sputtered a bit, she’d done it to force Jane to get some sleep after working in the lab for three days straight. “Uh… because I’m jealous of you and I’m… uh… stealing all your research! Yeah!”

Jane was bug-eyed with shock for a moment before she recognized Darcy’s wildly twitching eye was a wink and not a muscle tic brought on by sheer terror. “I don’t care, Darcy! Because… because… I’ve been selling it to HYDRA! So there! And I cheated on my taxes! Three times!”

“I stole my roommate's boyfriend!” chimed in Sun Lee, though they’d been broken up for over a year and her roommate didn’t even care, but… she had to top the HYDRA whopper and distract the crazy candymaker while everyone caught on. “And I pulled the last shopping cart in the queue away from an old man who was trying to put his oxygen tank in it!”

Even Mama Unicorn had stopped that endless bellowing, watching with a wrinkled muzzle as the weird confessions got wilder and more offensive as each of the desperate prisoners started chiming in.

“I stole my mother’s wedding ring!”

“I cheated my way through college!”

“My family disowned me after I burned my grandparent’s house down!”

“I- I- I ATE A BABY!”

They all turned - even Horatio and Mama Unicorn - to stare at Kevin from Ground Security, who was not a super inventive guy. “Too much?” he asked humbly, wringing his hands. “But anyway,” he continued, “I’m gonna give that lavender bitch food poisoning, so HAVE AT IT YOU CANNIBALISTIC FREAK!”

“There’s no reason to be rude,” Horatio said repressively, “and you’re upsetting my sweet mama here, her nerves are delicate!”

“We’re going to make you puke cotton candy for a week, you one-horned psycho!” Mina shouted above the others, “You are gonna suffer, lady! And- and- and-” She smiled evilly, “Mr. LaDreamy, your candy tastes like ass. And now we know why. Your Unicorn Poop really is complete and utter shit.”

“Shit! Your candy is shit!”

“Everyone’s laughing at you and your weird turquoise friend!”

“Your candy sucks!”

“Halloween’s going to be canceled if this crap gets out because Manhattan will be covered in kid vomit!”

“That’s ENOUGH!” screamed Horatio, his purple hair sticking out in tufts. “You’re trying to distract me from our sacred purpose here, putting a smile on EVERY CHILD’S FACE AND I WILL NOT HAVE YOU-” He broke off, face almost as purple as his hair and wheezing.

And Pepper delivered the killing blow. “Mr. LaDreamy, I intend to file suit with the FDA regarding your use of hazardous materials and a deeply, deeply unsanitary workspace. I hope your mama… thing there has other talents because she will be paying for your fines into the next century. I am very vindictive,” she added with a dark smile, “and I love making little men like you twist on the hook like a gutted trout.”

Everyone stirred uneasily. This was essentially accurate.

There was an ominous, low rumbling and it seemed like the blood-soaked factory walls were closing in on them. Horatio chuckled, a mean little gurgle that sounded like a truly beastly child’s. “Hush, now. Since you’re not nice, sweet people at all, since you lied to me- Well, there’s only one thing to do.”

Mina stumbled slightly, was that rumbling getting louder? It felt like the pink and red striped factory floor was shifting under her feet.

“I’d planned on waiting until the new year to debut my latest line of sweets....” He smoothed down his ratted fringe of hair and put his top hat back on. “But it’s time, thanks to you-” he said spitefully at Mina, “to introduce my new brand, Devil’s Food Delights.”

There was a bellow. A howl. The combined sound of a million souls suffering and the sound rose and shook the rafters as something burst through the floor.

“Aw, goddamnit,” sighed Mina.

***

“Can’t this thing go any faster?” groaned Bucky, who was hovering over Loki’s shoulder in a truly provoking way, nudging him absently with his vibranium arm and making him yearn to send his own godly elbow into the Soldier’s face. The pleasant thought distracted Loki for a moment and the seidr shimmered ominously. 

“If you don’t take yourself to the back of the jet and stay there,” he snarled, “the seidr will collapse and we must begin again.” He studied the aggressively pink cotton candy tone of his spell. “Due north.” 

***

The Stark employees clutched at each other, trying to keep from toppling into the pit now spreading on the factory floor, an ominous red glow glaring out from the hole. The screaming started up again as a massive spider placed all eight of its horrible, clawed appendages on to the crumbled concrete and hefted its pulsating, plump black carapace out of the pit. All eight of its beady crimson eyes were focused on Mina, who found herself shoved in front of Dante from Armaments and Darcy, who’d started hurling packages of Unicorn Poop at the monstrous thing. This was, unfortunately, the thing that turned its attention to their little huddle and it began scampering over the ruined ground toward them.

Their rescue came - by cynical fate - from Mama Unicorn, who was not happy about her potential dinner being taken away. With another rafter-rattling roar, she hauled her huge pink and blue bulk from her corner, stomping toward Horatio’s latest creation, which reared back with a shrill, chittering sound. From the back of the spider came shooting smeared charcoal and fuchsia eggs. “They’re wrapped in licorice-flavored cotton candy!” Horatio screamed over the angry whining from the smaller unicorns. “With a surprise inside!” he cackled as one of the bundles writhed and broke open, a teal-colored arachnid pulling free from its spun sugar cocoon. 

A blast shook the factory as one of the outside walls exploded, various Avengers pouring through the dust to the rescue. Spinning two wickedly sharp blades, Loki turned in a circle, looking for Mina. He found her - of course - standing in front of a group of cowering office personnel and looking rather nauseated.

“Darling!” Loki was on her in an instant, cradling her face. “You’re not hurt? Whose blood is this?”

“Uh… I’m not sure, but I don’t think it’s mine.” It’s not that Mina was not extremely happy to see her princely suitor, but she could not take her eyes off the supernatural train wreck happening right in front of her. 

Steve was turning right, then left, trying to figure out who to throw his shield at. Wanda was rearing back, trying to pull away her scarlet pulse emanating from her hands, while repeating “Ew! Ew! Ew ew ew ew ewewewewe!” Bucky had Darcy slung over one broad shoulder and was pointing an extremely large gun at random angry unicorns.

Tony’s mask came up on his suit and his angry brown eyes scanned the melee. “Who should I shoot? I mean, what the hell…”

Really, it was a toss-up. Mama Unicorn and Big Ugly Scary Spider Thing were tearing at each other- oozing lime-green blood and chunks of both being tossed into the air during the battle. Horatio was screaming at them, “Stop it! You will get along, do you HEAR ME?” But it was clear those two were having none of that nonsense. 

Ducking a flying bit of Big Ugly Scary Spider Thing, Loki turned to find Mina gone. She was writhing like an infuriated eel, trying to escape the surprisingly strong grip of Horatio J. LaDreamy, infamous candymaker and a man currently Losing His Shit.

“This could have been so simple!” he howled, “Your sacrifice would have meant the happiness of children all over the world! But no…” Horatio hissed the word, gripping Mina’s neck tightly and putting something to her throat, something scary enough that she stiffened. His maddened orange eyes met Loki’s. “But there’s always a backup plan!” He was chuckling, but it sounded more like gargling with a mouthful of tar. “You know the significance of the setting sun, don’t you, you insufferable Asgardian?”

Mina corrected from habit, “Oh, Loki is actually both Jotunn and Asgardian.”

“Shut UP!” Horatio screamed into her ear, “I will have my candy empire and if I can’t feed you to Mama Unicorn I will still close the deal with my dark mistress with a sacrifice in her honor. Ah, ah!” He pushed the thing - which turned out to be the tip of the currently disemboweled Mama Unicorn’s horn harder into Mina’s neck. “You’ll stand back, Mr. Friggasson!”

Loki’s hands gripped his knife handles, knuckles white with fury. If that candy-striped lunatic stabbed Mina with that cursed unicorn horn it was over. He knew there was no seidr that could reverse the effects of such a weapon. But with a casual flick of his fingers to the right, he very carefully began circling the two. “You don’t need Mina. Not when you have a god to offer himself in exchange. Come, now. Take the horn away from her neck. I shall drop my knives and surrender to you.”

Oh, Horatio liked that idea, he could tell from the creature’s excitable little wiggle. Mina was silently shaking her head, but Loki’s gaze darted right and back again. She tilted her head, nodding. And to the backdrop of the dying screams of Mama Unicorn and Big Ugly Scary Spider Thing, the candymaker began to rage about the unfairness of life. The excellent quality of his candy. His visionary status. And how cruel it was that Loki’s hair was more luxuriant and silky than his. But the time he’d started on how boring Loki’s ebony suit was next to his magnificently colored ensemble, the irritable god had thrust forward with three fingers and a crisp command: “forsvinn!”

Mina ducked. Horatio stumbled backward and fell on his ass in a rapidly spreading pool of taffy in violent shades of red and yellow. The tipped cauldron rolled back and forth in the corner. “Do not touch it!” commanded Loki as the other Avengers stepped closer, “You will never get free.” Indeed, the candymaker was on his back, kicking and squalling like an overturned beetle as the taffy spread around him in a viscous flood. 

Loki straightened his tie and put an arm around Mina as she handed him the unicorn horn. “So the guys have rounded up all our co-workers and they’re ready to get out of this candy-coated hellhole. But what do we do about the baby spiders and the leftover unicorns and him?” She nodded at Horatio, who looked he might actually be dissolving into his own creation of corn syrup and evil.

Pressing a tender kiss to her temple, Loki smiled unpleasantly. “It shall all… be taken care of. Come along, darling. I shall bathe away that disgusting scent of unicorns and perspiration from you.”

The lit-up monolith of Stark Tower had just appeared in the quinjet’s windshield when Mina stiffened. “Oh, crap! What about all of the kids coming tonight to trick or treat? We can’t give them the unicorn shit.” 

Natasha was flying the aircraft, but she looked behind her with a raised brow. “Do you mean the Unicorn Poop candy?”

“No,” said Loki and Mina together, and she heaved a bit. “It’s actual shit, Natasha. Unicorn shit. Big Mama Unicorn was pooping it out. Piles and piles of-” Putting her hand over her mouth, Mina turned away.

***

“Here at Stark Industries,” Pepper said smoothly, to the reporters clustered around the first group of costumed toddlers, “we’ve been concerned about good nutrition and the amount of sugar the average child consumes every year. So we decided to set a new precedent this Halloween by giving out toys instead.”

Steve and Bucky were tearing open boxes of Avenger’s action figures, stuffies, promotional t-shirts, and more that had been hastily pulled from the merchandise warehouse. Darcy and Jane were happily handing them out to the stream of children. 

“Thank you so much,” recited a five-year-old fairy princess, she looked down at the Iron Man figure she’d been handed. “Could I have a Loki doll instead?”

Tony yanked the doll away from her. “Here’s a towel, kid. Keep moving.”

***

“Where are we?” Mina gasped as Loki pulled off her blindfold. They were on a platform in a massive tree in the middle of a field, dotted with the last of the season’s pumpkins and filled with fireflies, lighting the branches and crisp red and orange leaves with a surreal glow. The platform held a huge mattress with many plump pillows and silky throws and blankets. A low table ran alongside the bed, piled high with bottles of wine and tempting platters of meats and cheeses, fruit, fresh-baked rolls. “And no sugar,” she sighed gratefully. She felt her skin tingle as he ran his fingers down her side and gasped as she looked at the delicate lace and silk concoction he’d “poofed” on to her. It was long, with a high slit in the skirt and a shamelessly low neckline.

“Spin for me, darling.” Loki made a twirling motion with one long finger and enjoyed the sight of his Mina happily spinning in her new dress. It flared out around her ankles and the twinkling light of the fireflies shone through the sheer fabric over the taut line of her thigh, the softness of her luscious bottom. Oh, how he loved her pert behind.

When she spun around again, Mina found Loki reclining elegantly on the bed, sipping a glass of wine and holding one out for her. “Come, darling. The dance is about to begin.”

“What dance?” she asked, gathering up her long skirt to make the awkward crawl across the slippery expanse of the cushions to relax against his long, cool body. Loki nodded to the edges of the field and Mina gasped.

Women, clad in black, walked from the cover of the surrounding forest to meet in the center around the tree. A bonfire surged up, lighting their serene faces as they began their song, moving around each other in a complex web. 

“Um, are we allowed to be here?” Mina whispered, terribly excited but a little nervous. She knew what this was- Samhain. Which meant they were in Ireland, which meant this was one of the most secretive and powerful of the ancient pagan clans. The women dancing ignored them and their luxurious platform, but it was clear she and Loki had been given a nearly unheard-of opportunity.

“Shhhh…” he murmured, and she settled back. 

Following the complex braid of movement was so fascinating that it took Mina a bit to realize that there were new dancers in the circle- shadowy forms that danced in and out of the circle made by their living sisters. “Oh... “ she gasped. The living and the dead twined back and forth as their song grew louder, almost a chant and suddenly the fire was burning hotter or something because she felt like every part of her was wildly overheated. She needed something to cool her, and- “Thank you Loki,” Mina moaned happily as he pulled her to her knees, resting that bottom of hers that he’d praised so often on her heels. Kneeling behind her, he pressed his broad chest and a very promising, prominent bulge against the small of her back. The chill radiating from him just made her skin prickle more desperately. She needed him! Why won’t he help her? 

“Patience,” Loki soothed, “watch the ceremony, sweet one.”

Mina blinked hard. The swirl of color and sound vibrated through her skin and settled into the base of her spine, spreading through her and making her gasp, pushing back against his hard, cool chest. Dimly, she felt his cool fingers spread her thighs, circling lightly around her wet furrow, the rough pads of his fingertips sliding back and forth, back and forth in a lazy way that made her half-insane as he circled her entrance, dipped lightly inside and moved back to lightly bat her clitoris. Finally, finally, he lifted her, the tip of his cock slick and wet from her.

“Put your arms behind my neck,” he urged, giving her shoulder a quick, sharp bite, enough to startle her into obeying him. The position made her arch her back, breasts thrust out as she strained to watch the movement of the dancing circle. Still, the women below seemed to ignore them as they continued their delicate dance between this world and the next. The heavy weight of Loki’s cock sliding into her made her clench down, enjoying his groan as it slowed his movements through her. It burned and stung a bit, just as it always did when Loki fucked her, but Mina relished it, craved it as part of the feeling of this god deeply embedded inside her. But the feel of cool lips suckling her clitoris made her let out a startled screech.

“Easy, darling,” purred Loki, lounging gracefully before her, examining himself buried inside her with interest. “I so rarely get to enjoy this lovely view as I take you. So sweet.” His diabolical tongue tickled her again, then lightly nipped one of her swollen lips. “Such a perfect, dark treat. And displayed so perfectly.” From behind her, Loki’s hands began toying with her breasts, pinching her nipples and pulling gently as the Loki below returned to his efforts, suckling her wet center, tongue stroking and fluttering along his cock sliding in and out of her channel. 

The sheer outrageousness of it - the intensity of two Lokis toying with her was too much and Mina’s head flew back, hitting his shoulder as she came. 

Trying to focus as the Loki below doubled down with chilly lips and teeth while seizing her bottom and moving her faster on his clone’s cock, she watched the night sky split, silver light streaming through and coalescing into shapes and shades of the Otherworldly.

“I have missed the play of nug-a-nug…” whispered one.

“Fadoodling they are, and so nicely…” sighed another.

“That’s putting the devil into hell!” shouted one of the more substantial spirits, and they all laughed in agreement, drifting lightly around the three joined together so closely that even the spectres could not see where one began or the other ended. But all the circling souls shuddered and sighed as the Lokis and Mina came together, glowing brighter and holding form for one perfect moment before fading into whisps again.

When Mina came back to some general form of awareness, she was wrapped in a velvety soft blanket, held in Loki’s arms as the other Loki waved down to the witches, still casually nude.

“Thank you for feeding our sisters!” called up the High Priestess. “To have them back with us again… our circle is complete. Farewell then.” She gave a sly wink to Mina. “And perhaps we’ll be seeing you again next year.”

Loki chuckled behind her, squeezing her gently. “There are so many haunts to explore,” he whispered in her ear, “enough for a thousand All Hallow’s Eves.”

Kissing his chiseled jaw, she said with deep satisfaction, “And no more creepy man-eating unicorns.”

***

Horatio J. LaDreamy sat in the smoking ruins of his factory, Big Ugly Scary Spider Thing and Big Mama Unicorn had torn each other to pieces and the resulting scuttle of remaining spider offspring being devoured by the few surviving unicorns. The acrid scent of burnt sugar stung his nose along with the strawberries and cream scent of unicorn blood covering his candy-striped suit. 

“How could this happen?” Horatio said peevishly.

“Because, you vile little man, you deserved it.” The smooth, cultured tone made him freeze in horror, and measured footsteps circled from behind him. Hela was strolling through the wreckage, hands on leather-clad hips. “How did you manage such a catastrophic failure in such a short time?” she mused, kicking at a severed unicorn hoof. “I did expect you back in my realm sooner than later, but even for you, this is simply pitiful.” Her elegant nose wrinkled a bit as she eyed his quivering form.

“B- b- but my beautiful unicorns!” Horatio wailed, “And my Devil’s Food darling and Mama Unicorn eating each other instead of those silly people! Hela, oh Dark Mistress, please-”

“None of that, mortal. Come along now.”

Horatio J. LaDreamy was a creature designed to strike terror into the hearts of the unwary, and a monstrous wave of empathy for the innocents he’d victimized slammed into him like a tsunami as Hela’s elegant hand rose, then clenched into a fist, tearing his soul from his body - leaving a withered, desiccated husk that collapsed into a pile of pink and purple dust.

***

Darcy lay on her back, panting and staring at the ceiling. “Holy shit, Bucky,” she wheezed, “if I knew getting kidnapped would turn you on like that I’d have done it sooner! I think I had an out-of-body experience on that fifth orgasm…”

She turned her head to look at him, he had his metal hand resting on his chest, still heaving from exertion.

“You know you’re some kind of sex demon with that tongue of yours,” she teased.

Bucky gave her a smile. Just a little one, a slight curve of those full lips that for him was the equivalent of tearing off his shirt and strutting around the tower singing “I’m The Man.” Then his head lifted abruptly, looking sharply in one direction, then the other.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” hedged Darcy, trying to yank her undies up her thighs.

His blue eyes narrowed. “I heard something. Like a neighing sound- “ He was across the room before she could blink, ripping the closet door off its hinges. 

“YOU BROUGHT ONE OF THOSE ASSHOLES BACK HERE?”

A little mauve and aqua-speckled unicorn cowered behind a stack of winter sweaters, whinnying in fear as Bucky towered over it.

“Stop it, you’re scaring him!” Putting her arms around the petite creature’s neck, Darcy looked up at him, her big, big, brown eyes tearing up a little.

He looked between the unicorn and his girlfriend. “Darce- honey are you insane? Are you remembering what these little bastards were going to do to you? Why would you do this!”

Sniffling prettily, she hugged the unicorn tighter. “Maurice didn’t do it! It was the big ones herding us to Mama Unicorn, he was-”

“You NAMED it?” he paced back and forth, pulling at his hair and absently wishing he hadn’t cut it so short. “We can’t keep a- wait, what is this? A mystical or mythical, or-”

“Arcane?” she offered helpfully.

“Enchanted?” He paced some more, watching the tiny creature burrow into Darcy’s generous bosom. Sighing, he sat down on the bed. “You can keep it for tonight. Tomorrow, you have to take it-”

“It’s not an it, it’s a Maurice!”

“You’re taking Maurice to Banner for a full examination.”

Throwing herself onto him, Darcy chirped, “Okay. Thank you, baby! You’re the best…” She proceeded to show Bucky just how much she appreciated him, and their moans were so loud that even his keen Soldier’s hearing didn’t catch the vicious little chuckle from the closet.

[hellishjoel]

sunnyside cemetery

5.6k / pairing: linecook!frankie x waitress f!reader

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summary: A ghost haunts the kitchen. Or does it? A spooky night at the cemetery forces your feelings for Frankie to come to a head. 

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), swearing, pet names, mentions of insecurity, smut, public sex (is it if everyone’s dead? maybe), oral (f! receiving), squirting, cum eating, a little angst at the end for flavor 

A/N: happy halloween!! thank you so SO much to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for her impeccable, unmatched knowledge of the inner workings of a kitchen and a diner/restaurant! Makes it so much more realistic.

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“Oh- what the fuck, Christ, oooh Frankie,” you whimper loudly, grounding your heels into the dirt. You’re torn between running away from the feeling that is all too good, or staying, and enjoying your slice of heaven in this graveyard.  Your orgasm is running a fever inside you, making you hot, losing your thoughts. It’s different from anything you’ve ever felt. He’s- oh god.  “Frankie, you’re gonna make me,” you clench your eyes closed and whimper loudly, feeling him add more pressure to that perfect spot.  “Fucking squirt for me, baby,” Frankie’s devilishly deep tone sparks a shock to your core, causing you to cry out in a bliss of agony.

It’s a cold and dreary night. The diner is dead, not a living soul in sight. Booths settle with dust, unaccompanied by any guest for hours, even days. Yellow fluorescents flicker ominously overhead. The windows at the very front of the restaurant weep droplets that have been falling since dawn. 

The already weakly supported awning outside shuddered in the wind, attempting to protect the front door and any guests from the rainfall. The gusts made it nearly impossible to see out to the road.

Lou, the bus boy, was standing in the middle of the diner’s aisle, slowly mopping the same patterned circle over and over again while he listened to music playing through his earbuds. 

Bang. Bang. Bang. 

The loud disruption was enough to make Lou’s head pop up and turn from left to right.  He takes out an earbud to hear better. It was silent, lurking, the fluorescent light causing his head to ache. Maybe he was just hearing the awning squawk and bend to the will of the wind. 

Just as he sighed, about to put his earbud back in, he heard it again. 

Bang. Bang. Bang. 

Okay, that time, he definitely heard something. A thin layer of sweat coats the back of Lou’s neck, moving with precision as he slowly creeps over the wet mop streaks he’s made and inches closer to where the noise originates.

Lou stops in the kitchen, the swinging door whooshing behind him. He peers through the pass, no one in sight. He sighs and shakes it off. There’s nothing here. But then again, just as he turns, a muffled bang! bang!

Lou’s breath is seized, stripped from his lungs as he stands frozen in fear, staring with unblinking eyes at the walk in. 

The door. It was pulsing. Snapping against its hinges, banging relentlessly in a horrific rhythm. It was a portal to hell! Lou was sure of it! 

He skitters away with shaky legs, gasping with fear as he flinches away from the monstrous thing. 

“Holy shit! The place is haunted!” The stick of the mop clatters to the floor, echoing through the diner as the lights flickered. Lou ran to his car and finished his shift early on Halloween night. 

The walk in door bangs a few more subtle times, leaking cloaked moans and grunts from what’s inside. It wooshes open, cold trickling into the kitchen. 

Frankie peaks his head out first. Checks left, then right. 

“We’re good.” He mutters, securing his belt and fixing his hat. 

You subtly clear your throat as you walk past him, retie the apron around your waist, and shake from the chill you got. The walk in was great for a quick makeout session, but nothing more. It was cramped as all hell. 

“We’re not doing it in there again.” You huff, goosebumps riddling your body as you watch Frankie haul meats from the bottom shelf, a dainty label with messy sharpie highlighting the date of preparation and expiration in his handwriting. 

“Hey,” he said with playful defense, “I had to get more burger meat, you followed me in there.” 

You shrug and stroke your thumb across the red bandana on his forehead.

“You liked it.” 

He scoffs playfully and nips at your uniform-covered shoulder as he walks past you with the meat. “Never said I didn’t, princess.” 

You walk back out onto the floor, noticing a wet trail leading to the mop, but no one attending it.  “Where the hell is Lou?”

You turn your head, share a look with Frankie through the pass, and shrug.

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“This seems scary,” Tina whispers as she trails behind you on the side of the road. 

“It’s not that scary.” You try to push down the smile on your face as you lead your diner crew after a late night Tuesday shift to the local cemetery. The rain had paused, but the dark clouds still loomed. 

Tina, the new waitress, was nearly tripping over her feet in the dark, quietly squeaking her concerns to Paul. Paul stood about two feet above her and walked onwards like a subtle, silent giant. 

Rudy, the owner’s son, came along, too. He wasn’t exactly invited, but you suppose he was eager to be a part of something. He catches up to your side and keeps your pace, much to your dislike.

“So creepy out here tonight. You, uh, want me to hold your hand?” Rudy asked with a dingy smile, reaching for your hand that skittered away on its own. Rudy was relentless and a pig, it made you squirm.  

There were times during your shifts he would put his hand on your waist, play with the hem of your uniform’s skirt. You weren’t above spilling hot coffee on him to get him to back off, and there were times that Frankie would step in, but Rudy wasn’t an idiot. He started working his advances on you when Frankie had days off. You hadn’t told this to Frankie yet, you didn’t want him to get riled up over something as little as a creep with his hand up your skirt. You could take care of yourself. You just wish you didn’t have to. 

“Uhm-” You start to say awkwardly, shuffling your flashlight to the hand closest to Rudy's, making it seem unavailable. 

“I think she’s good.” Frankie’s protective voice barks from the back of the group, now weaving through the band of scared-to-death coworkers and walking protectively at your side. Like a strong, bold German Shepherd. 

Rudy is forced to make room for Frankie on the walkway, huffing quietly as he takes a back seat and slows his pace, letting you and Frankie lead the pack.

Your smile is bashful and appreciative as you keep walking. His knuckles brush against yours, but you stay looking forward. 

You had convinced the closing staff to come to Sunnyside Cemetery on Halloween, mainly to scare the shit out of them but also because you didn’t really have anything to do tonight. Well, besides Frankie, but you could do that any night of the week at this point. 

Things were casual, nothing more, despite how attractive he became instilling fear in Rudy for bothering you. Far enough ahead of the group and losing them in the fog, you lightly hook your pointer finger around his, holding it as you walk off the road’s path and into the tall, wet grass. 

“Why do they call it Sunnyside Cemetery? Kind of contradicting, don’t you think?” Tina squeaked until Paul stopped walking and looked down at her before he pointed across the road to Sunnyside Produce. 

“They were here first… the cemetery just went with the flow.” He said with a monotone register before he walked down the grassy hill, much to Tina’s panic-induced speech about going back. 

You sharply swiveled on your heel and pointed the flashlight at her. 

“There is no going back.” A crack of thunder and lightning followed your harrowing sentence. Damn, that was perfect fucking timing. Your eyes lit up to Frankie’s, and he looked just as impressed by your eeriness. 

Tina and Rudy whined but followed suit. Paul was just… Paul. 

“Did you see that? Did it make me ten times scarier?” You whispered to Frankie excitedly as your sneakers squished moss and snapped twigs below you. 

“Super scary, babe. Petrifying.” He said with his playboy smirk and dazzling eyes, even in the dark. 

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Once you got to the graveyard, you walked along the perimeter, finding a low spot where the fence wasn’t as high. You touch the cold steel beams, black and scraped with years of being out in the elements. 

Frankie hops the fence and helps everyone else over. Besides Rudy. And besides Paul, because Paul was so tall, he practically just hurdled over it. Frankie tugs down your uniform when it snags around your upper thighs. You playfully smack him with your flashlight, watching as he shakes his head and smiles crookedly. 

You and the other misfits made it to the main part of the cemetery, where the original founders of the town were buried. You walk through a small cloister covered in old grey cobblestone and moss. Ivy wove around cold, wet columns. Birds squawked ominously in the trees above. 

“Okay,” you say as you weave through the different rows of headstones overgrown by tall grass with rotting flowers, humming curiously. “Let’s do this.” 

Ouija board, planchette, candles. Frankie hands you his lighter, and you shield the wind around the wick. 

“Woah,��� Rudy said at the sight, quickly shaking his head as his hands fidgeted anxiously at his sides. “Didn’t sign up for no talkin’ board. Fuck no.” 

“Sit,” Frankie says with authority, everyone making a weak circle around the board at his command. 

Good boy, you think as you look at Frankie. 

The group played for as long as you all could, scaring them off one by one on purpose as you guided the planchette around the board with the so-called answers from the dead. 

Tina didn’t last past the first few rounds, eagerly asking Paul to walk her back to her car at the diner. Rudy took the opportunity to say he had to head out, leaving just you and Frankie by midnight. 

“Such an ass scaring them like that.” Frankie hummed, his cigarette smoke swirling around him with the gentle wind. 

“Oh, please.” You scoff as you reach your hand out for his cigarette, watching him share what was left. “You’re the one who made the piece move towards the word raise when Rudy asked the founders how to make the diner better. That’s a bit of emotional manipulation.” 

Frankie snuffs up a short laugh, fidgeting with his lighter as he relit a candle that had been blown out from the wind. Suddenly, the rest of the lit candles were blown away as well. It was creepy and made the both of you stop in your tracks. An owl hoots in the distance. You crane your head from left to right, all of a sudden not feeling very alone. 

“I’m cold.” You finally say, your legs covered in goosebumps as you shudder at the chill that swept through the graveyard. Fog was sprouting from deeper in the woods that crowded the south side of the cemetery. Perhaps it was karma for scaring off your co-workers, but this was too much, even for you. 

Frankie seems unbothered, taking his cigarette back since you were too occupied to enjoy it. 

“S’just the wind. No real ghosts.”

You huff and shove at his shoulder as you move to sit on your knees. 

“I know there’s no fucking ghosts, asshole.” You say with confidence before flinching hard and hiding your face in Frankie’s shoulder as a bird flapping its wings around the corner makes you cower for a second. You groan in embarrassment as Frankie locks his arm around your waist. 

“Scared?” He sneers, flicking his cigarette butt away.

“M’not scared.” Your elbow juts into his ribs, and he releases you. 

“Yeah, fuckin’ right.” Frankie scoffs as he watches you collect the items on the grass, shoving them into your backpack in a scatterbrained scurry. It always made you ill when Frankie had the upper hand like he did right now. Made a pit in your stomach. 

Frankie could sense your fear, like a shark in the water. But rather than scare the shit out of you, like he knew he could, he decided to lighten the conversation. 

“Graveyards don’t necessarily have to be scary, you know.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek and settle down beside him. 

“A place littered with people’s rotting bones and corpses? That shit is scary, Frankie.” You correct, but he just shakes his head, smiles, and observes the mismatched gravestones. 

“Not really, if you think about it. Lots of couples choose to be buried side by side or even together in the same grave as a sign of eternal love.  There are lots of stories from medieval literature about lovers who took a lover’s leap off a cliff or a high place to be with their soulmate in the afterlife so they wouldn’t have to spend another second apart in different universes. People even have weddings in graveyards. There’s lots of good about life and death here.” 

Frankie’s eyes droop. 

“I don’t think people fear graveyards, or churches, or hospitals, I think they just… fear death.” 

Something changes in Frankie’s face, a sadness of sorts. Like he knew a lover that was lost in another universe. Curiosity sparks you, gently bringing your fingers up to graze over the stubble on his cheek with your thumb. 

“Well,” you whisper in your close proximity, climbing onto his lap. “I don’t fear death. I fear what’s after death. No one knows what’s next, not even you, old wise one.” 

Frankie cracks his signature smile and rolls his eyes, pecking your lips and gently tugging on your lower one as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. 

“You think if I go down on you in this graveyard, any wild spirits will inhabit your pussy?”

You throw back your head and laugh, tugging him to the ground as you lay on your back and hike up your uniform. 

“God, I hope not. If you die, you better not haunt my pussy.”

Frankie smirks as he spreads your legs and levels his chest to the ground, kissing and nipping at the inside of your thighs with impatience. “Can’t make any promises, baby.”  Pulling your panties to the side, he ducks his head lower to your core. The brim of his hat nudges against your stomach, you watch as it falls discarded to the side on its own as his face sinks over your warm heat. 

You hum as his warm body relaxes yours, shuddering lightly as your sticky core becomes exposed to the outside world. Fingers wind into dark chocolate locks, his beard lightly scratches at the inside of your thighs. 

“I’m going to taste like work sweat,” you murmur awkwardly, coming to terms with the fact that you worked a full shift without showering yet. 

He scoffs, nearly offended, before he flattens his tongue and licks a slow swipe up from your weeping hole to your clit. His tongue parts you and circles around your anxious nub of nerves. You whimper as you fist his waves, fluttering your eyes that were previously taking in the night sky. 

“Like tasting you like this,” he murmurs, locking his arms around your thighs to keep you spread. “So fuckin’ juicy.” He says greedily, yanking you towards him as a gasp leaves your parted lips. 

Your stomach twists as he fully envelops you with his mouth, marking his territory with his tongue and spit as he suckles on your clit. 

“Fuck- oh my god,” you murmur into the night air. You’re too rowdy to lay still. Especially when his tongue starts darting in and out of your entrance, massaging your tight walls as he goes. You whimper as you sit up on your elbows and watch the master at work, in awe of his devotion to you. More appropriately,  to your pussy. 

“This isn’t so scary anymore,” you say between panting breaths. “I-I’m looking at the stars, and you’re eating me out in the moonlight- fuck,” your chin tilts up to the sky, feeling your stomach contort with pleasure. 

“I know,” he mutters, “kinda romantic.”

“Shut up, Frankie.” You groan as you shove him back to your center, where he shares a breathy laugh between you and your core. 

You feel a coil tighten in your abdomen, and you hate to admit it, but he’s given you the best head you’ve ever received. No one makes you cum like he does, and never as hard. It’s Earth-shattering, rousing you, making your heart race.  

Frankie pulls his mouth off to slick up two of his fingers through your folds, dripping with arousal. He elicits a whimper from you as he lightly nudges his fingertips against your clit in the process. A muscle behind his jaw twitches as he inches two fingers into your warmth, feeling your walls stretch to allow the intrusion. 

All you can think about is how his heavy cock is resting against his thigh, but he had no intention of using it. He was much more determined to make you feel good. The thought makes you melt into the ground, into his touch, into his blind kindness. 

You feel awfully close as Frankie starts massaging your walls, but you feel this odd ball of anxiety start to fester in your womb. You’re no longer relaxing. Like a cascade down your body, it shows. Your head twitches, and your jaw closes. Your chest grows tight, as does your stomach. Suddenly, your thighs are closing around his head, and not in a fun way. You whimper quietly and loosen the fingers in his hair. 

Frankie’s eyes flick up, slowing his movements and pulling his mouth off your clit. You tip your head down, and confusion crosses over his features. Knit eyebrows, parted lips covered in your arousal. His hold on your thighs loosens, you bite your lip and let out a shaky breath as you look at the moon. 

“Hey,” Frankie says softly as he moves to his knees, and you clamber to sit up on your elbows. 

“I’m sorry,” you gush awkwardly, closing your eyes and putting one of your hands over your face in embarrassment. “I just- sometimes I can’t finish, I get this weird feeling like someone shined a fucking spotlight on us, and now I can’t- I’m sorry,” you rush breathily, feeling slightly like an ugly monster below him. You smelled like work, and the thought never left your head. You probably tasted like gross sweat and smelled horrid. Even if it wasn’t true, that’s how you felt. 

Frankie speaks your name, his silken southern drawl slowing your heart rate as you unshield your face. You felt warmth coursing through your body, your legs still closing at the slightest. 

“What’s goin’ on? You can talk to me.” Frankie’s never seen you in the slightest self-conscious. At work, you’re always bustling with an attitude and playfulness. This was different, he could sense the shift from your body language alone. 

You sigh and give in, feeling his large hand come to rest over your knee and rub soothing motions into your thigh. 

“M’..” you sigh and roll your eyes, opting to shift your focus to the gravestones. “M’worried I don’t taste good.” You mumble. 

Frankie slowly smiles at you, which, for whatever reason, sort of pisses you off. 

You fight the urge to sit up fully and push your uniform down. “See? I knew I did, just-”

“No, no,” he said with more authority, taking one of your hands and interlocking his fingers with yours. “You don’t. I just wasn’t expectin’ you to say that.” 

You frown, which he hates to admit is fucking adorable on you. That little pout of yours. 

“What do you mean?” 

Frankie fights off a scoff and rolls his eyes a little. “It’s just that every time I’ve gone down on you, it’s after work. I like how you taste no matter what.” 

Shyness creeps up the back of your neck, and you fight off a smile. You didn’t realize that he was right. He’s gone down on you thrice now, each time was either during or after work. He clears his throat and continues. 

“I like how you taste after work. Right after a shower, there’s no… zest. I’m explaining in cooking terms because that’s what I understand.” 

You stifle a giggle and let him go on. 

“Work is like your seasoning. I’m sure you taste good all the time, but I like it best right now. I like it because it’s you.” 

Your chest swells at his words, you bite down on your bottom lip to keep from smiling too big. There’s that weird feeling in your heart again. The weird one you get when you’re with Frankie, and he talks like that. You sigh quietly and clutch the grass at your sides, anxiously fiddling with it and twirling it around your fingers. 

“How did I taste after you went down on me in my truck after our shift?” He raises a fair point, cocking his eyebrow as his fingers cascade down the inside of your thigh again, and you slowly part your legs. 

“I liked it. A lot.” You whisper with a smile, to which he graciously returns. 

“I liked it, too.” Frankie sneers at you, forcing you to roll your eyes in return. “Can I try one more time? Want you to feel good. Wanna swallow your cum, baby.”  His words are absolute filth. You’re not sure if you have it in you to speak, so you nod in a haze. 

“Lemme hear you say it, princess. Tell me like a good girl.” 

Your stomach swells, and you force out a weak sigh, already falling into a gentle lull as his fingers coast around your thighs, but not where you desperately need him. 

“Fuck you.” You say with fire. He sees it in your eyes, he fucking loves it. “Touch me, Frankie. Please.” 

That’s his girl. The one he knows. 

“Lie back, baby girl. Let me take care of you.”

You shyly smile and find the ground again, head to the grass as you close your eyes, and he returns with a new vote of confidence. So do you. 

Frankie moves to lie down on his stomach, you part your legs enough for his head. You take in a sharp breath as he touches your still desperate bundle of nerves. You swallow the lump in your throat. He kisses your clit delicately, and you already struggle to breathe. He focuses solely on your clit with long, beautiful strokes from his tongue that massage you into a dreamy state of mind. He’s delicate. 

Now you’re really off to the races. 

Your back lightly arches as he does sweet circles around your anxious clit, feeling that coil once again tighten in your abdomen. His hand moves to hike up your uniform once more, unveiling your tummy to the nighttime air. You’re sure you should be freezing cold right now, but all you can feel is an inferno at the center of your core. His fingers gently nudge once more at your entrance, his eyes flicking to yours for consent. You quickly nod but then remember his little rule. 

“Y-Yes, please,” you whimper. 

He reenters and pumps his fingers a few times to allow your walls to relax, humming softly in appreciation. Then he fucking curls them inside of you. You gasp as the tips of his fingers find your spongy spot, and it feels like a bolt of lightning strikes your core. 

“Holy fuck,” you whimper, which only fuels Frankie. 

“Here?” You don’t even think he has to ask because you’re breathless. He settles for your chaotic nods and the way your fingers desperately move from clutching the grass to his chocolate locks. 

His other hand snakes around your thigh and uses your exposed stomach to his advantage. Or maybe it's yours. You’re not really sure what he’s doing, adding pressure in different spots to your lower abdomen. Then it clicks. 

Your breath is robbed from your lungs, and you rut your hips against his fingers, grinding desperately to stay right in that spot. This new friction was driving you mad, running you up a wall, and causing a gush of arousal to flood over his fingers. 

“Oh- what the fuck, Christ, oooh Frankie,” you whimper loudly, grounding your heels into the dirt. You’re torn between running away from the feeling that is all too good, or staying, and enjoying your slice of heaven in this graveyard. 

Your orgasm is running a fever inside you, making you hot, losing your thoughts. It’s different from anything you’ve ever felt. He’s- oh god. 

“Frankie, you’re gonna make me,” you clench your eyes closed and whimper loudly, feeling him add more pressure to that perfect spot. 

“Fucking squirt for me, baby,” Frankie’s devilishly deep tone sparks a shock to your core, causing you to cry out in a bliss of agony. A harsh wave starts to form, crashing over your entire body with only seconds left. This was it. You could either run away, put the distance between you and Frankie for good, call it coworkers, and nothing more. Or let this feeling bind you to something more. 

Panic rises in you, but you don’t have time to act on it. 

All the tension in your body and the thoughts in your head disappear into euphoria. With a sharp gasp, your back arches, and you just… spill. It almost felt like you had to pee, but you knew it wasn’t exactly the same. You burst like a broken pipe. Your heart rate is through the roof. It makes you lose your hearing, and everything sounds muffled. 

“Frankie!” You moan out, feeling your thighs tremble around his head as you soak him. But he’s not stopping, like he wasn’t fucking done with you. He’s still chasing your orgasm, which arrives shortly after he suckles on your clit. You’re still too shaky to fully register what has happened to you. 

Frankie hums in satisfaction, lapping up your cum-squirt mixture. You’re so sensitive, you can feel your heels lazily dig into the ground to try and move away, and the fingers you have knotted in his hair are ripping him away from his treat. 

“Please,” he grunts, “lemme finish, taste so goddamn perfect.” You shyly grin at the moon and settle, letting him lap up the mess he’s made of you with a blush hot on your neck. 

Your vision is stars, a hazy feeling corrupting your brain. You’ve just fully collapsed in front of him, you’re not sure how he expects you to walk back to the diner after this. 

Frankie puts your panties back into place once he’s had his fair share of you, pulling your uniform down and opting to lay beside you. The two of you stare at the stars as you relax on the grass once more. Frankie wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets you curl into his side. 

“That was…” you try to piece together any sort of sentence to let him know it was good. Better than good, it was fucking incredible. 

“I know.” He says with his signature goading attitude. You don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smirking. So you punch his stomach lightly and smile into his pec. 

“You’re an ass.” 

“I know that, too.” He kisses the crown of your head, and you settle on watching the stars. 

They look like a cloudy mess to you at first. A jumble of the universe loosely tossed into the sky with no regard. It makes you feel small and pointless. There’s an entire world out there, but when everyone looks up, we all see the same. A disarray of stars and the moon. 

You wonder what he sees, what he thinks. His shirt smells of pine and cigarettes. His cologne-sweat mixture creates a tingle in your chest. You’ve seen so much of him, more than you ever did before in the years of working together. You know he likes to cook, and he’s damn good at it too, plays jazz on vinyl, smokes Marlboro Gold cigarettes, likes the car freshener that looks like a little tree, and he likes you.

It’s a fact, not a matter of opinion. He looks at you like you put those stars in the sky. Not God or whoever created the universe. You. And it was fucking frightening to know someone cared about you like that. 

There’s that horrid feeling again, squeezing at your heart. 

“I want to get out of here.” You whisper with uncertainty. Rain clouds start to take away the night sky once more, a signal to flee before the droplets become a downpour. 

“Okay. We can pack up our stuff and head out-.”

“No,” you interject, turning your head to look up at him, your feet weakly finding the ground and dragging the zipper along your backpack until it was shut. “You can stay if you want, I need to get home.” 

Frankie scoffs incredulously and sits up anyway, making you more annoyed. 

“M’not just gonna let you go off alone in the middle of the night. What are you, a fuckin’ lunatic?”

Anger bubbles in your chest as you make your way to the fence. “Oh, fuck off, Frankie.” You curse as your sneakers crunch twigs and fallen orange leaves. 

“Okay, hot shot, calm the fuck down.” He says with anger laced in his voice. Good. He finally sees you as Miss Not So Perfect. “Where the hell do you think you’re goin’?” He asks as he follows you nonetheless, his long legs carrying him at a much faster pace, catching up to you in no time at all. 

“I’m going home, and you’re not coming with me.” You say as your short height meets the fence, stopping you in your tracks. Well, fuck. 

You take in a deep breath through your nose, turning to Frankie, who has an eyebrow cocked and his arms crossed like a smug bastard. 

“Well, go right on ahead. M’not stoppin’ you.” 

No, you’re not, but this stupid fence is.

You pout and look from side to side, trying to find a way around this. A way around him. By the time you glance back at his face, his expression has melted from anger to sadness. You felt like you had just kicked a fucking puppy.  

You can see it in his eyes. He’s asking himself, what did I do? What the hell happened back there? 

There’s no time to think or care about how he feels; the wind is whipping your hair around, and the leaves dance around your ankles.  

There’s a gap in the fence that you end up using. Frankie trails behind you the entire way back to the diner, but he doesn’t speak to you. You feel like you might throw up, the ups and downs of tonight were giving you the spins. 

You arrive at the diner’s dreary parking lot, and only your beater car and Frankie’s rusted truck are parked side by side. You push your tongue against your cheek as you fiddle with your keys, trying to unlock your car door. You think rain lands on your cheek. You quickly wipe it away and feel its warmth, realizing it’s a tear. 

Frankie waits by his tailgate, arms crossed, a walled-up expression on his face as he watches you struggle. Despite you pissing him off, he watches you like that damn German Shepherd again, making sure you get into your car and no one bothers you. You finally stab the right key into the door and yank it open, standing at the entrance. You swivel on your heel and glare at him. 

“What do you want from me, huh?” You ask, the dead of silence filling your ears and polluting the distance between you two with tension. “I asked you a question.” 

“I don’t know.” He grumbles. A muscle behind his jaw twitches as you near closer. 

“Bull-fucking-shit, Frankie. I don’t know if you want a fuck buddy, a girlfriend, whatever it is, we’re keeping it casual, and that’s it. Or maybe nothing at all would be better.” You say defensively, crossing your own arms and mirroring his body language. 

“Did I give you the wrong impression that I wanted you to be my girlfriend? Did I ever even  fuckin’ ask you to be my person?” 

You scoff and feel a scraping in your stomach. No. 

“No,” he continues with your silence, “So why are you acting like I want something more from you?” 

The silence settles as rain pelts the top of your head. Pain is laced on your face, feeling exposed. 

“You don’t?” You meekly ask, trying to make your face strong when all you want to do is crumble. 

He hesitates but ultimately shakes his head and shrugs. Hurt crashes into your chest, you feel like you’re in that horrible dream where you’re endlessly falling, unable to wake up. 

“No.” He finally says again. He looks off to the highway, listening to the gentle humming of cars passing in the distance. 

You can’t put into words how you’re feeling. Confusion the most of all. You could have sworn that he… You thought that maybe he… No. He said no, he didn’t want anything more from you. He didn’t see you like that, like someone he wanted to be with permanently, he saw you as an opportunity. You can’t deny you saw the same one. 

So, fine. The line in the sand had been drawn with anger and self-loathing. 

“Good.” You finally muster up, shrugging casually and returning to your car. “M’glad we’re on the same page.” 

Frankie finds comfort in staring at the cold, wet ground. "Yeah. Yeah, me too, princess.” 

Your lip snarls as you slam your door loudly and peel out of the parking lot.

All you could think about was how you broke your rules for him, went against your better judgment, and fooled around with him anyway. Maybe a little part of you was looking for something out of Frankie, but you stopped everything in its tracks to save yourself from this stupid feeling of opening up to someone again. You ruined it. You chucked what could have been into the dumpster out of fear of the unknown. 

Despite leaving him in your rearview mirror, that feeling in your heart still squeezes, maybe even harder now. And it hurts far worse than anything you could have imagined. 

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may I request pre-get together valdangelo decorating for Halloween?

maybe it's a camp competition for best decorated cabin or something and, in an attempt to spend more time with Nico as he's crushing hard, Leo volunteers to help Nico out? (is that breaking the rules? probably but neither of them care)

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The days leading up to Halloween had been a stressful, jam-packed, amazing, incredible dream.

Leo thought he had expended himself way too much in helping the Hephaestus cabin decorate. He had installed all sorts of animatronic creatures, moonlight-powered scary noise makers, and fog machines. The place looked like a Spirit Halloween on steroids.

Nico had commented on the state of the cabin. Beautifully creepy, he called it, his arms crossed and eyes analytical. His hair had gleamed in the autumn sunlight. He offered Leo a smile, telling him he couldn’t possibly compete with Leo’s genius.

The poor son of Hephaestus was suddenly unable to feel his legs. What was he to do?

Offer to help Nico, of course.

Inner-cabin assistance in the competition was forbidden—something Nico was quick to point out. Leo simply replied that as long as Nico didn’t care, Leo wouldn’t either.

Nico didn’t care. In fact, his smile only grew.

Nico took to hanging out in Bunker Nine with Leo, watching him work as he sat on a nearby work table. He would allow his legs to dangle, snacking on fruit as he chatted amiably with the son of Hephaestus.

Leo was constantly derailed from his work by the urge to stand in front of Nico at the work table. He was at the perfect height there, perhaps a little bit above Leo. He could so easily pull the son of Hades into a kiss, thoroughly distracting them both from the task at hand.

But no. Leo wasn’t doing this for some sort of romantic reciprocation—even if he thought about it all the time. He genuinely wanted to help out his friend. If Nico saw the finished product and found him super-hot due to his mechanical genius, that was just a bonus.

Finally, the day came, and Leo had buried the zombie automatons into the ground. He invited Nico to come take a look before pressing the button that would bring them to life. The automatons then burst out of the earth, one grasping hand up, horror-movie style. The pair of automatons clawed their way out of the ground, stumbling towards them before promptly collapsing into the earth to restart the cycle.

“That,” Nico observed. “Was awesome! Gods, Leo, you’re the best!” He threw his arms around Leo’s neck, pulling him into a hug. Leo hugged him back, his heart skipping giddily in his chest.

The hug only lasted a moment, though, before Nico pulled away. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I’m not usually a hugger, but…man, these are really awesome. Thanks, Leo.”

“Of—of course,” Leo replied, unable to help the surely goofy grin gracing his face. “Anything for, uh…I mean, good…I mean…happy Halloween competition…”

Nico cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowed in polite confusion. An amused smile danced across his lips. “I don’t think you have a chance, now, Valdez.” The son of Hades put a hand on Leo’s shoulder. “I’m gonna kick your ass in this contest.”

With that, Nico leaned up and pressed a kiss to Leo’s cheek before starting towards his cabin door. The son of Hephaestus stood in stunned, flustered silence for so long, he jumped when the automatons crawled out of the earth again.

[neverchecking]

Day 2: Tit Fucking- With Four

Okay, with everything going on, I know it's a little controversial for me to continue posting. HOWEVER, that being said I'm not letting them get to me.

It's been such a gift and an honor to watch how fast this community has banded together to come to not only mine, but Bailey's, defense too. So thank you. Thank you everyone. It means the world to me and I cannot describe how thankful I am.

That being said, I've delayed day 2 long enough.

Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!

Smut CW: Tit jobs, AFAB! Reader, its pretty much whats written on the tin.

This is Day Two of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.

Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 1 >>> Day 3

“That’s my good girl.”

With his head rolling back, four let out a tight groan, chest flexing against his ribcage as his knuckles flex and curl around the roots of your hair in his grasp. Something primal and unprecedented for him rolling in his gut like an angry fire, comparable to the ones in the forge, making his back arch and thighs quiver. You just looked so, so pretty down there, tits held together with your hands as you kitten licked right where the first of several barbells pierced his shaft. The soft flesh of your breasts was warm and smooth and when slicked over with your spit, made for the perfect little show just for him. Watching you draw back and forth over his cock over and over again made the head weep with precum, which just served to make your gorgeous tits sheen even further. 

Your nipples had perked so prettily for him and he was almost tempted to pull at them, but you were enjoying yourself. So dickdrunk, you could barely tell up from down as you found yourself so busied by his cock, switching between sucking the head to toying with each piercing as you passed it before raising up only to rub your tits up and down the very trail your lips had. 

Goddess above, you were so pretty like that. On your knees before him, mind totally blank with the only thought of pleasing him. Oh, how he adored you for it. He was so totally infatuated with your golden divinity, so to have you praise him like he was the only God you knew of? 

Made his cock twitch from where you had been mindlessly suckling at the head, tongue swirling over the opening to readily collect any new beads of precum. 

“My precious jewel, you look like the Goddess incarnate even with your pretty little head so empty.” He crooned, hand leaving your hair to cup your cheek. It stalled you for a second, your gorgeous eyes looking up at him through your lashes, as if awaiting his next demand. And, oh, how we just love to pin you to the nearest wall and tease your velvet walls, dragging his piercings along them in the way he knew drove you absolutely crazy. To turn you from mindless and obedient to just simply breaking you in the best way he knew how, watching your pearly tears coat your cheeks as you babble away at him. He would ache for nothing more, but you had been so polite when you originally asked to do this. You had been so calm through his gentle insults and so well behaved when he had denied you what you wanted at first, teasing you like a dog with a bone. 

It would’ve been cruel to deny you this, even if the idea was so deliciously taunting.  

All that to say, the day was young and he had no orders to fill in the forge. So, he had all the time in the world to give you whatever you wanted. Even if it would come at a price. 

“Now, finish what you started and maybe I’ll return the favor, my jewel.”

[sameatsfunions]

Day 8 of Halloween steddie

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Steve was waiting inside eddies van, watching the slight drizzle of rain smack into the windshield. Holding raindrop races as his mind wandered, the slight patter of the rain drowning out any lingering negative thoughts. His eyes closed as he grew tired with boredom, the sound of light rain fall putting him to sleep.

He woke with Eddies soft voice coming from across the van, from the driver side. “Steve… steve wake up.”

His eyes blinked open, burning from sleep, he looked around and regained his bearings. “Hmm?” He said sitting up.

“I got them.” Steve looked over at Eddie, a white bag with grease stains on the bottom, clutched in his hand. He waved them around as he got into the seat, passing them to Steve as he did. “Mm. Smells good.” Steve said as the sugary scent hit his nostrils. They’re still warm. He thought as a smile creeped on to his face.

“Thanks Eds.” Steve said as he opened the bag, looking at the perfect apple cider cinnamon sugar donuts. They were Steve’s favorite and he couldn’t wait to have them. He reached into the bag, pulling one out and taking a messy bite as the sugar fell off onto his lap. “Mmm.” Steve said as his head fell backwards on the head rest. “Mm.” He nodded in approval and looked over to Eddie who was just watching him, taking him all in. “They’re good?” Eddie asked his eyes lighting up as he realized he did a good job.

“Don’t eat all of them Stevie.” Eddie said looking over one last time as he started the van, taking them back home.

Steve happily walked into the house, kicking off his shoes as they got inside, and beelining it to his fridge. His parents weren’t home very often, usually on business trips and vacations, so the house was free for him to roam and have friends over. He popped the bag down on the counter, grabbing the half gallon of cider out from the fridge, and a glass from the cupboard, pouring himself a big glass.

He looked up at Eddie who was now trailing into the kitchen, his face slightly flushed and hair slightly damp from the rain. “You want me to put on a movie or something?” He asked Steve as he walked over, grabbing him by his waist and pulling him close. “I can put on gremlins, or the poltergeist? Or anything you want to watch.” Steve took a long drink from his cider, looking over at Eddie from under his eyelashes, shrugging as he grabbed another donut from the bag. “I don’t mind. Whatever you put in is good.” He said as he took a bite from his favorite fall snack, smacking the counter as he did, looking to Eddie and speaking through the mouth full of food, “these are so good Eddie- oh my god.”

He knew that the movie was only an excuse to cuddle with Eddie anyways. He finished up his cider and donut, putting it away, and rushing out the glass.

He heard the Living room come to life as he searched for Eddie, who was waiting for Steve on the couch with a blanket. “There he is.” Eddie said holding his arms out with a big smile, “come here big boy.” Steve hated when he called him that, but he didn’t have the heart to tell him. He put a smile on and crawled up next to him, the warmth of his body and his arms holding him melting away any stress that might be lingering.

Steve fell asleep before he could see what movie was even picked, eddies heartbeat a soothing lullaby only for him. He didn’t dream, just a peaceful slumber, every time he stirred he felt eddies hand rubbing his arm or his shoulder, instantly cooing him back to sleep.

Steve only awoke again, to the sound of eddies voice. “Come on sleepy head, let’s get you to bed.” He felt Eddie shift under him, letting out a groan of resistance. “Mmm.” Eddie rubbed his back, and helped him stand up, his legs felt unreal underneath him as he tried to regain the feeling of what it was like to be alive and awake, stumbling around leaning heavily on Eddie as he guided him. Steve’s eyes were too heavy to keep open, letting them close as he trusted Eddie to keep him from running into walls.

Eddie stripped him of his uncomfortable day clothes, leaving him in his boxers as he lifted the blanket, helping Steve slip into bed. He curled up into himself as he tried to warm up, the cool sheet below him giving him goosebumps. Eddie quickly joined, making Steve scoot over as he himself made his way under the blankets, grabbing Steve and pulling him close. They laid there for a minute, Steve’s heart slowing again as he listened to eddies breathing.

He nuzzled into eddies chest, his skin bringing steve peace and comfort. Eddies hands rubbed over his back, and brushed the hair out of Steve’s face. Light whispers of I love you’s and small kisses being pressed into his forehead as he once again, drifted off into a deep slumber. This time he did dream, and it was about Eddie, and when Steve woke up in the morning, a smile on his face.

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[punkassfrance]

Rodeo - Joel x AFAB!Reader (Drabble, Kinktober Day 7 - Virginity)

MDNI, 18+ ONLY You didn't think you'd have to prod Joel into fucking you properly. This work contains virginity kink, mild spanking, dirty talk, degradation, praise, size kink, rough sex, and mild primal and breeding kinks. Please let me know if I've missed anything.

I'm probably going to stop writing the prompts and focus on what I want to do for the 31st, just so I can focus and make it good! Enjoy :3 Thanks to @djarrex for the Halloween divider!

As he eases into you, sucking in a breath, you dig your fingers into his shoulders. He’s taking it slow, just as you asked, but it’s still a lot. He’s a lot. Your lungs burn as he stretches you out, huffing into the crook of your neck.

“So-” his hips stutter as he struggles to hold back. “...so fuckin’ tight. Knew this pretty little hole would be just…perfect.” You can’t see his face, your eyes squeezing shut, but he sounds exhausted. Reverent.

You choke when he bottoms out, tears running down the sides on your face into your hairline. He pulls away from your shoulder and immediately presses his lips to your cheek, peppering kisses across your face. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry, I just had to- fuck, you’re so wet, baby, I’m sorry, I’ll slow down…”

You squirm under his chest, legs forced apart with him unyeilding between them. Nothing could have prepared you for this, for the stinging stretch, for the press of his cockhead against your cervix. He’d used two thick, calloused fingers to prepare you, but it was nothing like this. Nothing like his fat cock pushing you to a new limit, struggling to hold back.

“Jesus, I…I love you, sugar. Love that I’m the first-” He grunts, exhaling over your shoulder before kissing your cheek again. “...first man to have you. Fuck, you’re perfect for me- you’re mine.” He pulls out and the ache worsens, both movement and emptiness making you whine.

“Joel…fuck me.”

He looks down at you for a moment, and you have a second to admire him. His curls are messy from your hands, eyes half-lidded. He looks like he just ran a mile, exhausted from working you up, from holding back as he prepared you. It’s beautiful, even if he would object to the word. His hips twitch, the tip of his cock barely inside you.

“...you don’t know what you just asked for.”

Maybe it’s true. Your cunt is already sore and tired, anticipation keeping you tense. Right now, it doesn’t seem to matter. Anything to see him lose control- anything to watch his face as he finishes inside you.

“I said fuck me!” Before you can reconsider, your hand comes down on his ass, a gentle smack to prod him into indulging. “Go! Fucking giddyup!” He’s staring at you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows, incredulous. “Unless you want me to find someone who actually wants my-”

He cuts you off with a harsh buck, nearly slamming you into the headboard.

“Jesus, you that fucking slutty? Huh?” One hand gathers your wrists and holds them to the bed, the other arm lays across your chest and pins you down. “Thought I found a sweet little virgin ready to take what I’ll give ‘em. Didn’t know you were gonna start making fucking demands.”

The bed wails and shakes as he pumps into you, gritting his teeth and embracing the motion. He’s moving faster than you can keep up with- every time you start to slip down the bed, there he is, crashing back in and knocking you off-balance.

It hurts. God, it hurts. Perhaps he was right, you didn’t know what you were asking for, but you’re too distracted to regret it. Too busy staring in awe at the man hovering over you, firm and hot. You’d thought about this before you worked up the courage to talk to him. The sight of him losing control, the hairy, sweaty human animal you’d been praying to see. He loved to drive you mad, have you crying on his tongue and fingertips, but this was your turn.

Joel, usually so stoic, emotion metered out with careful practice, has finally given you what you so desperately wanted. It’s a lot to handle, now that you hold him in your hands. But if it takes being his fleshlight to get this vision, it’s worth it.

“Fuck’s gotten into you? I aughta tan your hide-” He cuts off, panting as his eye is caught by your tits jerking with every thrust. “Don’t want my mercy, you don’t fuckin’ get it.”

It’s almost numbing, as you get used to it. The burn warms to heat, the creases in his forehead fade as he nears his orgasm. You’ve never heard him moan like this, like you’re not even there to hear him. Some distant part of you hopes you closed the windows, but it’s not worth lingering on.

“Fuck, I- I need to pull out, I need to pull out, I…” he’s muttering to himself, but you can’t make yourself listen or care. He sounds out of it, struggling to remember the basics, reduced to a pussy-drunk wreck.

His eyes dilate as he grits his teeth and pushes away from you, just in time to splatter cum on your thigh. For a moment you mourn the absence, tempted to beg for him, tempted to give him another kid.

I’m getting ahead of myself.

He settles between your legs, weathered hands running over your thighs. “...Jesus Christ. Didn’t expect you to start throwin’ orders around.”

He lowers to the sheets, kissing your thigh. “Guess you deserve a reward for takin’ me so well, though.” As he gets to work on giving you your third orgasm of the night, tongue curling into you like he’s trying to devour you, you look up at the ceiling and swear you can see the sun.

Hope you enjoyed!! If you liked this, check out my about me, my masterlist, or my AO3! Comments are appreciated, always feel free to reach out :3

[mah-t-wordblog]

Costume

Tickletober day 21

Lee: Zenitsu Agatsuma

Ler: Inosuke Hashibira

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Ships: NONE (just if u want)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Zenitsu had gotten all dressed up for the squad's Halloween party, he was dressed as Pikachu, he thought this costume was simply amazing

He put on his ears and tail and grabbed his candy

Then out of nowhere Inosuke entered the room he was in, or rather, ran to him shouting as always

“What are you doing Monitsu?! It's so weird!”

Zenitsu was offended

“It's my costume, stupid, what about yours? What are you?”

Inosuke was confused, he tilted his head

“What's this? Costume?”

“Oh my God…” Zenitsu rolled his eyes “costume, an outfit you put on to look like something else, the squad's Halloween party will be like that, everyone will be dressed like this”

“Like this?” Inosuke laughed at him

“Shut up, you’re the one who didn’t come in costume”

“Hm… Gompachiro told me about this costume thing… but you guys are too weird” Inosuke shrugged and got ready to leave

“Or maybe the weird one is you” Zenitsu laughed “everyone will see that you’re dressed like an idiot”

Inosuke turned around “what?”

“Yeah! Are you going dressed as the king of the mountain?” The boy continued laughing

“I think I already have the perfect costume”

“I know, go dressed as a boar”

“Gompachiro told me that costumes are meant to cause fear” Inosuke took off his mask and put it to the side, getting closer and closer to Zenitsu “and you know what everyone is afraid of?”

“What?”

“From the tickle monster”

The blond boy really didn’t expect this, his eyes widened and he didn’t even have time to think before Inosuke jumped on top of him, tickling his belly

“Ha ha! Give in, weakling!”

“STOHOHOHOHOP THIHIHIS”

The boar man kept laughing

“I’ll only let you go if you promise to give me all your sweets”

“NOHOHOHOHO”

“Okay then” he started to squeeze his ribs

“AHAHAHA OK OK”

Inosuke let him go and sat next to his body

Zenitsu took a deep breath

The two looked at each other

“Your boar head already counts as a costume” Zenitsu smiled

“Thanks” Inosuke laughed “I knew it was amazing”

The two laughed and got up, Zenitsu was going to finish getting ready so the two of them could go to the party together

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Tickletoberrrrrrrrr 💛💛

[howlingmoonrise]

tagged by the fantastic @sunriseverse! thanks sunny!! 💖

under the cut because this one is long

1. why did you choose your url?

i wanted a new fandom penname and at the time adjective + noun names were a thing. i fiddled with several different variations, tried and failed to acquire kaleidoscopicmoonrise at the time (it's mine now!!), and landed on this one. i wanted something a little spooky, especially since soul eater was my fandom at the time - though it doesn't feel like it now that my icon is a lot more sane-looking lmfao

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them.

uh. yeah. a stupid amount (like 30+?), so i'm definitely not naming them all. most active are obviously this howl blog, my main blog @commandersya, this one for danny phantom and gravity falls stuff, @howlingspacegoo gets some activity every now and then when venom stuff resurfaces, and some others i use for reblogging specific reference stuff. most of the rest are for fandom events i've run in the past.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

since like 2011-2012. i've seen it all.

4. do you have a queue tag?

lmao absolutely not. i don't use the queue function, though on occasion i'll schedule posts to space them out when i'm going through a tag in order not to reblog all of it at once, or for specific dates like halloween

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

this one was for soul eater writing purposes. tumblr in general was because my cousin dragged me into it and then i realized there was a lot of bandom stuff in here (i was really into black veil brides for my first year or two on tumblr)

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp?

i broke ties with the soul eater fandom in a not great way and wanted to change my icon. yoi provided the perfect yuri expression with the kind of benevolent dictator smile i really like, despite that not being the original intent for it when the animators drew it ✊😔

7. why did you choose your header?

i had to check my header real quick lmfao. jason todd is just an excellent blorbo and when a good artist draws him.... 👀👀👀

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

oh gods. probably my dracula/barbie fic at nearly 3.5k notes. where's that ben affleck cigarrette pic when you need it. alternatively some ancient black veil brides photo/gif on my main blog.

9. how many mutuals do you have?

idk but i cherish y'all 💖

10. how many followers do you have?

dunno 😭 they're split across dozens of blogs so i'm not counting them all

11. how many people do you follow?

1.8k+, though i should follow more. my dash has times when it's pretty dead.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

probably? yes. just remembered the i bit the butte psoh post.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

however long i'm online on my laptop, more or less. so a sizeable amount of hours

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

LMAO. i was in both voltron and yoi fandoms, writing for and running events for "problematic" ships. take a wild wild guess.

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

hate them. 90% of the time it'll make me automatically skip it. for the other 10%, if it has relevant info on the op's original post and that little sentence is on the comments then i might go back and reblog from the op just to get rid of it

16. do you like tag games?

love them!

17. do you like ask games?

see above

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

i have uhhh. some. olderthannetfic, nemainofthewater, i think also colubrina for a while there, off the top of my head.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

if friend crushes count then several ✊😔

20. what is the last song you listened to?

the cramps - goo goo muck

21. what are you currently watching?

i am. so bad at finishing things so like a bajillion shows. the double i might drop despite it having been very very good until like episode 30-something. meet you at the blossom i need to finish like the last two eps. wandee goodday i need to finish four episodes iirc. i was in like episode 5 of century of love. i was on episode... 17? of my journey to you, which if i power through shall be for the antagonist sidepair/trio rather than the main characters. i was also at episode 16 of new life begins, which was fairly good and i do want to continue though i keep forgetting i have that tab open somewhere.

22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy?

savoury!

23. what is your current relationship status?

single and ace so not planning on changing that!

24. what is your current obsession?

the spirealm/kaleidoscope of death, and mysterious lotus casebook

25. what are nine albums/ songs you've been listening to lately?

- La P'tite Fumée - Cypher - Brody Dale - Don't Mess With Me - Stiff Little Fingers - Alternative Ulster - Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) - The Cramps - What's Inside a Girl - Linkin Park - Heavy is the Crown - Miyavi & PVRIS - Snakes - D-A-D - Sleeping My Day Away - Aerosmith - Dream On

no-pressure tagging! @junemermaid @a-memory-a-distant-echo @snorlaxlovesme @where-the-water-flows @nemainofthewater

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

Let me start by saying I am in love with you, your writing has me on chokehold. It has been only two-three months I have gotten the hold of AO3 because of bridgerton s3 and now I am in the rabbit hole of Benelope and Penthony all because of you! Your fictions has me obsessed with Benedict and Penelope, you write them so perfectly. I have read all your work and reread them so often, think about them every other day if not daily. Initially I was waiting for 'unspooled thread' to be finished but I could not, and I'm so glad for that. Just caught up with that yesterday and my god what you and @itakethewords has done!!(I love their writing too so much, you both are a force unmatched).

I mean I have to stop reading so many times to catch my breath because it is so so good!! I could feel every emotion radiating through words. Let me say I have never watched s1 & 2, I just watched s3 because of the 'wallflower' tagline as I'm a wallflower too. So Unspooled Thread IS MY CANON. Idk what anyone says, I am in so much love with Benelope, ahhhh they are so perfect!! You have given such a great gift, I have been struggling a lot mentally and your writings have helped me to keep myself sane, to have something to look forward to. I am not saying this lightly but maaaannnn what you did in 'The Becoming of Baron' and 'Many hearts,' I am in awe! I never thought I could read polyandry and here I am reading every reverse harem with Penelope! I love Pen so much, she has such a rich personality that it is so easy to read her pairing with anyone. But man oh man the benelope is just magnificent. Please never stop writing them, your talent is so powerful, your words make me feel so much, it feels so wholesome. You have become one of my favourite writers, and I am not just saying for AO3! In everything I have ever read. I am in awe how you craft stories and show the depth of characters. I was never willing to watch Bridgerton before s3, Idk why. But Nicola Coughlan had me fall in love with her, and Penelope is one of the most alluring female character with all her flaws. I love how your treat her as such, the depth she deserve. Your stories have kept me afloat, the reread value in them is just phenomenal. I could write so many words more but I think will keep repeating, so I just want you to know that your writing has made a change in world, in my life, it has hold me through toughest of times. And I so wholeheartedly appreciate your every effort is gifting us with such wonders. Thanks a million! I wish you and @itakethewords all the happiness in the world.

Hello!!

Oh my goodness, this is the nicest, highest compliment me and @velvetcovered-brick (itakethewords on AO3) could have! Truly, truly, thank you for your kindness and for reading our stories. It means a lot to us!

We understand how reading fanfic can really help when your mental health is suffering. Fanfic is one of the most amazing forms of escapism and I’m so glad and honored we have been able to help with that, even in a small way. ♥️

Also super glad you gave the poly fics a shot! They’re not everyone’s cup of tea, which is completely valid, but I’m so happy you enjoyed them and still found the characters east to love and connect with.

Also, welcome to the Bridgerton fandom! We are so glad that Nicola Coughlan bring the amazing actress she is, convinced you to give season 3 a try.

It’s a super high compliment that our version of s1 and s2 in unspooled thread is basically your canon. That’s incredibly sweet! We will be so interested to see what you think of our version of s3 is when we get there!! It’s going to be the most ambitious yet!

Seriously, thank you for your kindness. Me and @velvetcovered-brick (itakethewords on ao3) really, really, REALLY appreciate it!!

Also, look out for Halloween season! @velvetcovered-brick and I are planning a special Penelope treat… with a bite 🧛

[maxxioislost]

I need to be youthfully felt ('cause, god, i never felt young)

A/N: I fell off from writing and reading M/N Fanfic, but Im back, and since its Halloween, you guys can have this, Im sorry @supernovasblogstuff for it taking so long, thanks for being patient with me <3

Also, kinda new to writing fanfic, hope this is good

Happy Halloween <3

Mentions: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting/Sex *MARKED, CAN BE SKIPPED*, Giving birth *near the end, can be skipped*

Alpha!Ed Warren(movies) x Omega!Male!Reader

After that everything around him was easy, Every time M/n went into heat or Ed went into rut, they helped by staying out of the way and making sure that the other ate (because the alpha/omega hindbrain tends to forget when it's in control).

After that everything around him was easy, Every time M/n went into heat or Ed went into rut, they helped by staying out of the way and making sure that the other ate (because the alpha/omega hindbrain tends to forget when it's in control).

Ed would make this fantastic meatloaf during heats, and when Ed went through his ruts, M/n would make him his mother's Chicken Alfredo recipe. The relationship was perfect, Ed couldn't be more perfect.

Until Ed got down on one knee and asked for M/n's hand in marriage, then it was super perfect. As soon as they got home, they cuddled in M/n's nest. Ed was so in love with his omega, and M/n loves his alpha so much.

Planning the wedding was so much fun, getting to pick out all the colors of the suits and flowers, and Ed ended up picking the most beautiful church he could find, and asked his sister, Lorraine, if she could officiate, and she said yes! They were so excited.

Of course, things weren't all sunshine and rainbows, they argued a bit about the decorations and overall theme, and even about M/ns suit covering/or not covering his unmated neck with the veil.

The way weddings worked was that once they were officially married, they would kiss, then kiss their unmated neck, not yet biting it until their wedding night.

But they got through it, and eventually, the wedding came up, it was amazing.

"The grooms may say their vows if they wish to," Lorraine said, clearly holding back tears, she was so happy her big brother found someone to make him as happy as M/n did. She was proud of him.

"M/n, You know me better than anyone else in this world and somehow still you manage to love me. You are my best friend and one true love. There is still a part of me today that cannot believe that I’m the one who gets to marry you, Thank you for saying yes when I proposed" Ed was almost crying as he finished talking, grabbing M/n's hands in his, and leaned down to kiss one. M/n could hear his friends and family 'aww' at the sight.

"M/n, do you have vows for Ed?" Lorraine asked, smiling warmly at the couple.

"Of course I do, uh, Ed, I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you, I vow to listen, for as long as it takes for you to feel heard. I vow to watch in awe as you kick ass and take names. And I vow to be your unrelenting cheer squad on the days it feels too much, I vow that I will always love you" M/n had tears running down his face, but so did Ed and everyone else in attendance.

"Those were very beautiful vows, guys, Ed, do you take M/n to be your lawfully wedded groom? To have, to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health, until death do you part?" Lorraine recited, it seemed as though she memorized it just for the wedding.

"Of course I do," Ed said, voice sounding slightly wet, he was holding back tears.

"M/n, do you take Ed to be your lawfully wedded groom? To have, to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness, in health, until death do you part?" Lorraine stared intently at M/n, slightly scared that he might change his mind...

"I'd be stupid not to, Of course, I do" M/n looked up at his soon-to-be husband, very soon-to-be husband, just a few more minutes and they would be together for the rest of their lives.

"You have declared your consent before the Church, you now may kiss the groom," Lorraine said.

Ed didn't even wait till she was finished talking, he grabbed M/n by the waist and shoulder and pulled him close, pressing their lips together, then moved his head to kiss his husband's scent gland, making them officially husbands before god till they die.

_____

The dinner after the reception was fun, your maid of honor, and life-long best friend stood up and told stories about how M/n and Ed had met, about how she was so proud of M/n for finding an Alpha like Ed. It was beautiful. Ed's friend stood and talked about the childhood he and Ed shared, the funniest moments, and about how he was 'slightly jealous of how quickly Ed found an Omega to share his life with'

The dinner was over, the reception had been done with, and now to go to a hotel room close by and consummate their marriage, they were both really nervous, it being their first time, but they were ready.

Ed smelled it as soon as the hotel room door was closed. His omega is about to go into heat, which means that he will go into rut soon as well.

"So, uh, how do you want to start this? I- I mean I've never done this, always wanted to wait for marriage..." Ed drifted off, he was feeling slightly insecure

He shouldn't, because it was M/n's first time as well. "I, um, I don't know, I haven't done this before either..." M/n said.

Ed suddenly stood, making sure M/n was watching him, before unbuttoning his suit jacket, M/n watched intently, biting his lip before nodding.

Ed continued, his shirt was next, then his pants and socks, only left in his boxers. "You wanna undress maybe? Feeling kinda alone here, baby"

M/n rose from his spot on the bed, and undressed, slowly, enjoying his husbands' eyes watching him, before he was left in the white skintight boxers Ed had bought him when they first moved in together.

Ed's eyes widened at the sight, full of arousal, the purity of the sight, the untouched omega, wearing nothing but plain white skin-tight boxers. His inner alpha was howling in excitement, while M/n's inner omega was whining in arousal.

He slowly walked towards the bed, Ed's eyes trailed up and down M/n's body, enjoying the way M/n's body looked, Ed had seen M/n naked before, obviously, they'd been dating for a few years, taken showers and taken care of each other during their heat/rut cycles (just by making sure the other was okay, clean, and not hungry.)

Ed had just never looked at him in a sexual manner, wanting to wait till marriage, now was the time. They were married. They can have sex now. They can finally mate. It's what both of them had been waiting for since they met.

*NSFW STARTS NOW*

Now M/n was standing in front of Ed while Ed sat on the bed, arms wrapped around his waist while kissing his lower belly, kisses trailing lower until he reached the waistband of the boxers before looking up.

"This okay, love? We can slow down and wait" Ed said carefully, not wanting to stop, but willing to if his omega needed it.

M/n just smiled before replying "Don't stop, please? I wanna be your omega, Ed..." M/n leaned down towards his husband, before pushing him onto his back to lie on the bed. M/n stood quickly, pulling down his boxers before climbing into Ed's lap.

Ed sat up and frowned, quietly complaining about how he was supposed to remove his husband's underwear, before looking down and seeing M/n's cock pressed against his belly. Before he grabbed M/n's waist and rolled, M/n ended up on his back, looking up at his Alpha.

Ed's eyes looked down at the unmated neck his omega was bearing before leaning down to lick M/n's scent gland, making him moan. M/n's hands wandered down to the waistband of Eds' boxers, trying to pull them down, but couldn't because of how they were laid.

Ed laughed before standing up on the floor and pulling them off. "C'mon, I've been waiting for this since we moved in together, Ed" M/n sighed before making grabby hands at his Alpha.

Ed laughed before climbing back on the bed between his legs, opening them wider, and immediately dove down to finally taste his omega. M/n just wasn't expecting Ed to just dive in, but he was amazed at how naturally skilled his Alpha was, his inner Omega howling in pleasure.

"fuck ed,, Ed, can we start? Please I need you in me" Ed got up, and used the blanket to wipe his mouth clean from his omegas slick before moving to kiss M/n. The kiss was messy, unorganized, and sloppy. Ed's hand wandered downward to aim his cock toward the omegas slick covered hole, the movement unnoticed by M/n.

The cock pushed againth his hole, making him moan, and tried to push down against the intrusion so it can finally breach him. Ed's hips moved forward, slowly, wanting the omega to get used to the intrusion. He moaned again, wrapping his legs around Ed's waist to pull him in fully, moaning again when Ed's cock bumped into his cervix, Ed was the perfect size to breed his omega.

His hips moved in and out slowly, his thrust slowly gaining speed, the omega was moaning into Ed's neck, licking at his scent gland, waiting until his alpha to knot so he can finally stake his claim on the gland.

Ed moaned at the sensations coming from his omega, the tight channel wrapped around his cock, the licking at his scent gland, and M/n's hands tweaking his nipples every so often. Ed was in heaven.

His thrusts sped up suddenly, his inner Alpha howling at the incoming orgasm.

M/n realized why Ed sped up and reached down to stroke his neglected cock, only for his hand to be swatted away and Ed's larger hand to take its place.

"You get to cum once I do, okay Omega? Can you hold it in for me?" M/n nodded, enjoying Ed stroking with his thrusts. Ed's cock consistently bumped into his cervix, his orgasm was getting closer and closer, he was having to make Ed's hand slow down a bit so he wouldn't finish before his Alpha.

Then M/n felt something popping in and out of his hole...His alphas knot was slightly inflated. He was about to belong to Ed, forever. And he just couldn't wait.

"Omega, you're okay? You want me to breed you? Want to get pregnant for your alpha? Wanna give me a pup?" Ed was teasing, until he sees M/n nod and whine about wanting to be bred up, wanting to be knotted so badly, wanting to be a nice house omega for his alpha.

That did it for Ed, his knot fully inflated, his mouth bit down on his omegas scent gland, his inner alpha finally at peace. Then he released, feeling his omega release his cum all over their bellies.

"wanna bite your alpha? C'mon 'mega, mark me as yours." Ed leaned down and angled his neck, M/n leaned up, biting down on what was rightfully his. They finally claimed each other.

*NSFW OVER*

M/n had gotten pregnant, and Ed was extremely happy, and ecstatic over his pup, they decided to wait to find out if it was a boy or girl, they would find out at the birth!

Until M/n was almost 10 months pregnant. A full month overdue, but he didn't want to induce, afraid it would hurt him or his pup.

"Get the pup out of me, Ed," M/n said roughly while bouncing on an exercise ball, Ed recalled M/n saying it was something that could help start the contractions. "I can't take another few days of this. Their head is reading on my bladder and constantly kicking my stomach." Ed felt bad for doing this to his poor husband, but their bundle of joy just,,, didn't want to come out.

"I, uh. read that a knot can help induce too" Ed lightly suggested before feeling the daggers M/n's eyes shot at him, before his eyes went wide, and looked down at his pants, which were suddenly soaked.

"Uh, M/n, did you have an accident? Ill clean it up, go shower, and sleep, yeah?" Ed said. Ever since the pregnancy, accidents have happened a lot more, especially when the pup decided to make his bladder a kickball for a month straight.

"I didn't pee, Ed..Oh fuck, I think my water broke" M/n stood quickly, grabbing his hospital bag and urging Ed to drive them to the hospital as quickly as possible.

*Birth happening*

M/n was the one pushing their pup out, yet Ed was the one hyperventilating. Until M/n's grip on his hand tighten enough that he thought it would break.

"You can do it, 'Mega, Push, want to see your beautiful pup" Ed whispered into M/n's ear, making him focus a bit more.

"I can see the head!" The doctor announced, excitement obviously present in her voice. "C'mon, M/n, baby, a few more big pushes, and the pup will be in your arms!" Ed said lovingly while his husband crushed his hand in his grip.

The pup finally popped out. "It's a boy!, Congrats, Mr. Warren!" The doctor handed the pup to M/n, letting him have his first skin-to-skin contact with the pup that was stuck inside him for the last 10 months.

*Birth Over*

And then the nurse had to clean up the baby from blood and other fluids before handing the baby to his Alpha father. Ed was sobbing while the baby sat quietly in his arms, sitting close to his husband so the omega can still see him.

The nurse came into the room "Can we have the name of the pup? he's very beautiful, Mr. Warren" Ed and M/n smiled at each other before M/n looked up at her and said "F/n Md/n Warren" (Idk, name him whatever you want)

Ed smiled at his husband before handing his pup back, the Omega had to feed him the bottle the nurse had prepared. They were happy.

F/n was a handful. and really good aim whenever his Alpha father had to change diapers...

Ed never thought he could be this happy, and neither did M/n.

This was their dreams finally coming true.

Happy (late) Halloween

[hauntedwitch04]

My sweet little things

🎃Halloween party🎃    

Sirius Black x reader

Words: about 0.7k words

Warnings: mention of sex and bit of sex, and Sirius, yes he is a warning, a bit of Wolfstar becuase they love eachother an you cannot convince otherwise 

Author’s note: Hi love! This is the third day of my party!! Hope you like this, even if it is a little short!

✒️:  "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." "I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect."

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Halloween is drawing ever closer at Hogwarts, and already the first treats are beginning to appear on the tables in the Great Hall. You, like every night are having dinner with your friends and your boyfriend, Sirius. You are discussing with Remus about the latest book you have decided to read, when you see the older Black competing with his brother to see who can eat the most treats in one minute. You excuse yourself for a moment from Remus and touch your shoulder to your boyfriend, who turns away in surprise.

"Love I can't right now, I'm proving to this little monster that I'm still capable of eating as much candy as I did when I was a kid." He says with a serious air, then turns around again to finish the challenge. You can do nothing but frown in confusion and turn back to your friend with whom you were talking just now. Remus can do nothing but laugh at your expression.

"You're his girlfriend, not me. It's all your business, I'm more designated to be his babysitter since you were chosen." He says between laughs.

"I remind you that you had a crush on him too, and you might have been in my situation yourself." You try to counter, unable to hold back your laughter.

"And I thank God every day that I got over it, even though without being his boyfriend I had to babysit him for years." The boy replies, rolling his eyes as you both die from laughter on the benches of the hall. You are interrupted by the cries of joy from Sirius, who, with a face expressing the joy of a child on the playground, stands up on the table and begins to do a strange victory dance, while still having his mouth smeared with treats.

"Sirius! Get down from there before McGonnal sees you!" You say in a whisper to him.

"Minnie loves me too much to ground me for the 20th time this week." He answers by coming down, residing beside you, looking at you with eyes filled with love.

"Sirius...it's Tuesday today." You continue with an exasperated air as you wipe his mouth with a napkin. "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." You continue, looking him in the eye. He looks at you, and then gives a sly grin, and you already know that what he will say will certainly be unconscionable and clever.

"I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect." He replies before leaving you a kiss on the cheek and getting up in a hurry, leaving the Great Hall, followed by the laughter of your friends as you blush.

"Sirius! Know that if I catch you, you're a dead man!" You shout in remorse as you fail to notice McGonnal walking past you. Immediately you shush and apologize, but she looks at you and smiles and winks, before saying:

"In case this fateful murder happens miss, I would be more than willing to give you an alibi, a place to bury him and a hand in doing this last thing."

You smile and she with you, before she continues her way along the tables in the Hall to check on the boys.

"Again, thank God I'm not in your place." Remus continues, before adding. "Although part of me is jealous, because is Sirius so good in bed."

"Remus!?!?" Says James in a shocked voice, as you all laugh.

BONUS

You cling to the covers of the bed as you hear moans coming out of your mouth uncontrollably. Sirius's tongue grazes the most sensitive spot on your body again, and for a second you feel as if you could touch the sky with your finger. You feel his hands on your thighs, holding them still as he savors you.

"God, I told you this is so much better than all the sweets in the world. This is my sweet little thing, just mine. Right honey?" He asks, pleased to see the effect it has on you.

"Sirius, please I need more. I need to come." You beg him, ignoring his words.

"At your command honey." He replies.

[she-is-juniper]

Favorite Worst Nightmare || chapter two

An Eddie Munson x Reader halloween enemies to lovers series

Previous chapters: || chapter one ||

Rating (by chapter): M (Mature) (smut to come later)

Summary: It’s October ‘86, and the town of Hawkins is hosting the most anticipated Halloween event of the year: the Hawkins House of Horrors, a charity haunted house attraction taking place at the formerly-abandoned Creel house. You’ve signed up to work the event, but unfortunately, so has your nemesis, your favorite worst nightmare. Eddie Munson thinks you’re a conceited priss; you think he’s a cynical asshole. But the root of your mutual disdain runs much deeper than meets the eye, and with such deep-rooted hate comes other undeniable passions. This is a slow burn enemies-to-lovers multipart series. Chapters with an E (explicit) rating contain smut and are not suitable for readers under 18.

Word count (by chapter): 6K

Content/warnings (by chapter): alcohol use, drug use (weed), cursing, description of vomiting

A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who read and commented on chapter 1! I’m hoping to publish the rest of this series before the 31st so buckle up! (Also please note that the character “Josh” is fictionalized!) -Juni

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“He’s really not so bad once you get to know him.”

“Chrissy. He’s a menace.”

Chrissy Cunningham had always been like a little sister to you in high school. She was two years younger and always looked up to you as the captain of the cheer squad. You had taken her under your wing for those two years you had overlapped in school. Ever since you moved back to Hawkins this summer and Chrissy finally graduated, you and her had rekindled your friendship.

Even if her taste in male friends could be astonishingly bad. 

Chrissy’s apartment was absolutely perfect for her. It was close enough to Hawkins that she could stay in touch with all her friends from back home, yet far enough of a drive away that she could finally get some distance from her overbearing mother. Best of all, it was down the street from the liberal arts college where she was a freshman this fall.

It was the weekend before Halloween, and Chrissy was throwing a costume party at her new apartment. You had volunteered to help her decorate it during the day before the party started, and she’d graciously agreed. 

“He’s not a menace,” she insisted while she hung the plastic bat decorations you’d brought on the popcorn ceiling of her living room. “He’s just…misunderstood.”

“He must have brainwashed you.”

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

“All I’m saying is, it’s only a matter of time before he personally victimizes you, too.”

She shrugged. “I dunno, he’s always been really nice to me.”

“That’s just because he hasn’t yet found a way to throw you under the bus for something he wants.” You were in the kitchen filling bowls with chips, and once all the chip bags were empty, you decided to get started on the punch. “How much liquor do you want in the punch?”

“How much did you bring?”

“Two bottles.”

“...Two bottles, then.”

You laugh and begin pouring the vodka and rum. “I really don’t understand why you’re friends with him,” you told her. 

“I told you, he was my plug for a while. Don’t look at me like that, Y/N,” Chrissy giggled. “I was going through a lot of shit after you graduated. I needed something to take the edge off.”

“Hey, I’m not judging. I’m just surprised.” You gave her a level look, and your Big Sister voice came out. “You’re doing better now, though, right?”

Chrissy nodded, her ponytail bouncing. “Tons. Especially after I broke up with Jason.”

“I can’t believe you and I both dated a Carver.”

Chrissy’s eyes went wide. “Oh my god, I totally forgot that you used to date Josh!”

Joshua Carver was Jason’s older brother, and your boyfriend your senior year. You laughed and shook your head. “He was such a jerk.”

“So was Jason. The worst.”

“The worst,” you agreed.

“Why do the Carver brothers both suck?”

“Good question.” You finished stirring the punch and started putting out stacks of red solo cups. “Repressed mommy issues and a distorted definition of masculinity?”

“Throw in ‘raging superiority complexes’ and that sounds about right.”

The two of you laugh together, but the melodious duet was tinged with the sense of mutual relief.

“At least you and I both know our worth now,” you added more solemnly.

Chrissy nodded confidently. “The boys I’ve met in college are really cute…” She waggled her brows, and you threw a chip from the plate at her playfully. She laughed and dodged it effortlessly. “Anyway, I promise Eddie Munson’s not as scary as he seems.” 

“It’s not that I’m scared of him.”

“Then what?”

“We just… hate each other.”

“But…why?”

“Long story,” you dismissed her.

She pursed her lips. “He never said anything to me that made me think he might hate you.”

“Oh, trust me, he can’t stand me. He’s made that very clear.”

Part of you begins to think…would you even despise Eddie Munson half as much if he wasn’t so outspoken about his disdain toward you? How much of your feelings about him was purely reactionary?

“I never told you what happened?” You studied Chrissy. 

She shook her head. “Nope.”

 “He almost got me suspended for cheating off my American History essay our senior year.”

“What? You let him cheat off your essay?”

“No! I—no, I just let him borrow it, so he could see how I formatted everything. I didn’t know he was going to plagiarize it.”

Truth be told, you used to find Eddie Munson tolerable, once upon a time, before the incident. More than tolerable…you even liked him. In your eyes, he had been harmless, albeit a bit nonconformist. He always ran with his own crowd, and you ran with yours. All throughout middle and high school, you and he hadn’t really paid each other much heed. That was, until your senior year, when you shared an American History class and he sat behind you.

Eddie had been different back then…scrawnier, less brazen, less intimidating. But also goofy, sweet, endearing. You couldn’t help but be drawn into his warm eyes and sweet smile. You hadn’t been sure at the time why, all of the sudden, he had taken an interest in befriending you. After all, you had been popular, a cheerleader, the embodiment of everything he was so readily against in society. But when he tapped your shoulder one day and asked for a pencil, you were hooked in. One thing had led to another, and he’d asked if you could tutor him, and you started hanging out after school, started trusting him. Started becoming perhaps more than friends. 

And the next thing you knew, you were in the principal’s office being accused of academic misconduct for aiding and abetting plagiarism. 

You had realized too late that he’d only pretended to befriend you so he could take advantage of you. He was failing History, and you, acing the class as usual, just so happened to be the one he chose to prey upon for his own gain, to save his own ass and pass the class to graduate. And, of course, it hadn’t worked, seeing as he’d only managed to get you kicked off the squad and get himself held back another year.

You shook your head at the memories and continued to Chrissy. 

“Point is, I trusted him, and he screwed me over. He’s a piece of shit, and he was just desperate not to repeat senior year. But he’s the reason I got kicked off the squad at the end of my senior year.”

“You got kicked off the squad?” she gasped. “I thought you quit?”

“That’s what I told everyone at the time.”

Chrissy was chewing on her bottom lip. “I didn’t know all that. I only knew about the thing with Josh.”

There was more to the story.

Josh had heard from you what Eddie had done, and he’d taken it upon himself (and the basketball team) to “teach that freak a lesson”—in other words, they’d dragged him under the gym bleachers and beaten him up. All things considered, though, Josh and his buddies had always hated Eddie without cause, and the plagiarism incident just gave them an excuse to do what they couldn’t justify doing sooner.

You cringed at the memory. It had been bad. You had no idea Josh would go as far as to attack Eddie like that. Even if it was in your honor, you could never condone violence. 

“Josh was way out of line for what he did to Eddie,” you admitted to Chrissy. “He shouldn’t have done that. And we broke up the week after that. But the point is, Eddie Munson’s a lying prick who will tear everyone else down to get what he wants.”

“But what if he’s changed?” Chrissy says. “I mean, that’s really shitty what he did, with the essay. But what if he’s different now?”

You considered her words. “I guess. You probably know him better than me, Chrissy. But he never apologized to me, not once.”

That was the real kicker. It wasn’t even the cheating thing in the end…it was the fact that he never apologized. That he had used you, that he had led you to believe that you could trust him, that you and he were friends, that maybe there was something more blossoming between you, when really, it was all a ploy. 

And moreover, it was the fact that he still wouldn’t apologize to this day. That he just kept making excuses instead. That’s the real world, baby. Open your eyes.

“Wow. I’m really sorry, Y/N,” she said sincerely.

You smiled a little. “It’s fine. It was a long time ago. Honestly…I’d probably forgive him if he just apologized. But he won’t. I’m glad he’s been nice to you, Chris, but he’s such an asshole to me. You should have heard him yesterday at the haunted house, or the day before that at my dad’s store. Then you’d understand why I never want to see him again.”

You tried to focus on how infuriated you’d been at Eddie’s antics. You tried not to think about things like Eddie’s brown eyes as they trailed down and up your body before locking on yours. Or the rings on his fingers as he drummed on the counter. Or the intoxicating scent of his skin. Or the way his jeans fit so snugly on his limber hips. Or his—

Stop it.

Chrissy was biting her bottom lip with her eyebrows furrowed.

“What?” you asked her.

Her face snapped back to normal. “Nothing.”

“What?” you asked again.

“Nothing, I swear. It’s just… I’m, uh, I’m just worried about the party tonight. Do you think we should have made more punch?”

“Don’t worry, people will bring beer and stuff.”

“...Do you think anyone will come?”

“Of course they will. Weren’t you just telling me how many new friends you already made this semester?”

Chrissy finally beamed and began telling you about her semester, the friends she’d made in her new sorority, how great it was to be away from her parents. The two of you worked while you talked, continuing to set up the apartment for her Halloween party. She was grateful you were there early to help out; you were grateful for a chance to get out of the house and be around college kids your age again. You had to admit that hearing about Chrissy’s freshman year made you long to be back in school again, back with your friends from Purdue, in your third year of classes like you were supposed to be. But if all went well working for your parents back in Hawkins for the semester, your reprieve from college life would be brief. 

By the time the first party guests started to arrive, the apartment looked picture perfect: pumpkins, skeletons, ghouls, spiders, and bats filled every nook and cranny. Orange construction paper around the lampshades gave everything a perfect jack-o-lantern glow, along with the string lights draped along the walls and ceiling. Before long, the apartment was lively with the sounds of chatter and laughter as people greeted each other and compared costumes.

After taking a few shots together to get in the party mood, Chrissy had tasked you with manning the turntable until another one of her friends arrived who had volunteered to take over DJing duties. She had spent hours sorting through her albums for the party and selecting the best choices, and you started the evening off with some standard hits. And as for your costume, you’d decided on simple, yet effective: a green jumpsuit you’d snagged from the mall last year, makeshift naval emblems and patches, and aviator sunglasses, à la the female version of Tom Cruise in Top Gun.

You didn’t know anyone here, but that was nothing a few solo cups full of punch wouldn’t fix. Once Chrissy’s DJ friend had arrived, you beelined for the kitchen to get a refill. It was only about 9pm at this point but the party was already a hit. You smiled as you looked around at the partygoers; Chrissy must be elated at how many people had come. Someone had brought weed, and soon, the apartment was filled with smoke that cast the lights in a soft orange glow.

Someone came up behind you, and the smell of marijuana strengthened. You turned around and came face-to-face with Michael Myers. Rather, a cheap rubbery Michael Myers mask. 

“Maverick,” the masked partygoer said, gesturing to your costume.

“Mr. Myers,” you greeted him back. Michael doesn’t say anything more, just holds out a lit joint. You shrugged and accepted his offering, taking a long drag and coughing a bit. From the dining room, a group of people cheered as a round of beer pong finishes up. You gestured to it with your thumb. “Wanna play?”

Michael said nothing, just nodded and followed you to the table. Aside from his mask, the mystery college boy wore dark, nondescript clothing that didn’t stand out much to you. You wondered what his major was.

“Ladies first,” Michael says, formally gesturing to you. You smile and snatch the ball for your first throw. 

“Wow, such a gentleman. You a friend of Chrissy’s?” you asked him as you took the first shot. The ball bounced off the rim of a cup and Michael Myers dutifully retrieved it for you.

“Yep, you could say that,” he responded in a low voice that you had to strain to hear over the boom of the music. “And you?”

“We go way back.”

Michael takes his throw and the ping pong ball plops in the centermost cup. You fish it out and put the cup aside.

“Don’t you have to chug that?” he notes.

You laugh. “It’s water.” Chrissy didn’t want beer all over her dining room floor.

“That’s no fun.” He observes your next throw and cocks his head when you miss again. Everything is starting to feel pretty trippy from your hit.

“Hmm… How about…loser shotguns a beer?” you offered. 

“Deal.” Michael took his next shot and it didn't even hit the table. You snickered at him. “You go to school with Chrissy?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t go here. I go to Purdue.”

“Purdue,” Michael echoed in that mysterious, low voice of his. “Is that where all the pretty girls go to college?”

Hmm. Brazen. You kind of liked it. You smirked and continued to play. Michael was annoyingly good at beer pong, and you wondered how he could even see out of his mask. His dedication to wearing it was truly remarkable. But you were gaining on him, and before you knew it, the two of you were tied with one remaining cup each.

And with your last shot, with everything seeming to move in slow motion, your ball landed in your last cup, spinning around the rim. But before you could celebrate, in one swift motion, Michael Myers lifts his mask halfway and darts down to blow a puff of air into the cup. Your spinning ball gets blown out of the cup and onto the ground.

“Hey! Not cool!”

Several onlookers chuckled around the table. You catch sight of Michael’s mischievous grin before he lowers the mask again. You cross your arms defiantly. 

“You like to play dirty, is that how it is?” you said with a raised brow.

“I bet you can handle dirty, Miss Maverick,” Michael said. Something about his words made you pause, but your spinning mind quickly washed away any thoughts.

It ended up being a close game, but the mystery man won in the end. You pretended to be mad and dipped your fingers in a cup to flick him with water. Michael feigned shock as he held a hand to his heart and looked around dramatically, and you laughed. As you went back to the kitchen with him, he didn’t touch you, but he was close enough that you could feel the warmth emanating from his body.

Michael withdrew a can of beer from the fridge and held it out to you. “A deal’s a deal,” he murmured.

You sighed and pierced the can with a key, popping the tab. He watched as you dutifully chugged its contents. After finishing and wiping your mouth, you squinted at his masked face.

“Who are you under there?” you drawled.

“Your worst nightmare,” he said back.

“Are you, now?”

Something about him drew you in. You didn’t know what that said about you, having a proclivity for masked men dressed like serial killers. Was that fucked up? Perhaps you shouldn’t look into it that deeply. The man was fit and radiated some sort of confidence you hadn’t observed before, maybe a confidence only harbored by anonymity. 

The party’s designated DJ changed the song then; “Master of Puppets” by Metallica, a drastic change of pace from Madonna and a-ha. Michael Myers perked up at the sound of it and started miming a guitar and headbanging. You giggled and leaned against the counter, watching him. The room was spinning pretty hard now. You’d never been crossed before, and it wasn’t half bad. 

A few other Metallica fans in attendance at the party cheered from the living room. Michael Myers joined them. It was quite the sight, watching them jump around like idiots and mime various instruments until enough people complained about the noise and the DJ switched the song to “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” by Tears for Fears. 

You weren’t sure how it happened exactly, but there were enough people in the crowded, dimly-lit living room that you were sucked into the middle of the mass dancing bodies. Not that you minded. You danced right with them, until you were suddenly aware that you didn’t know a single person here. Where was Chrissy?

You bumped into a familiar body. Michael Myers was still in the crowd. He steadied you with his arms, and you smiled up at him.

“I love this song,” you drawled.

“This song sucks,” he responded. You could barely make out the big eyes behind the mask as his eyelids fluttered.

“You must hate fun then, Mr. Meyers.”

Michael laughed, the sound low and rumbly and strangely intimate. Maybe it was just the weed-alcohol combination, but you felt inexplicably drawn to him in that moment. You guided Michael’s hands from your arms to your waist and indicated for him to start dancing with you. He was a bit stiff at first, but he loosened up, and soon enough, you and him were dancing so close that your bodies were all but pressed up to each other?

What was it that made him so irresistible to you? Was it simply the air of intrigue about his anonymity? Or was it something else? God, your intoxication was making you feel all sorts of things. You traced your hands down his chest and you felt his hands squeeze around your waist a little. You wished he would go lower with them; was he too much of a gentleman for that?

Teasingly, you pinched the bottom edge of his mask, easing it off, curious to know the face behind it.

You heard your name from behind you. A pair of hands wrenched you from Michael Myers’ arms, and you met the wide-eyed expression of Chrissy.

“Chrissy! I haven’t seen you in forever!”

She smiled dazedly and then blinked over your shoulder. “You’re dancing with…with—?”

“Michael Myers!”

“Y/N, that’s…”

There was a commotion by the front door as more people came in. You watched Chrissy’s eyes widen even more as she realized who it was. 

“Oh my god. What the hell are they doing here?” she gaped.

You followed her gaze and your stomach dropped. It was the Carver brothers. Josh, your senior year boyfriend, and his carbon copy younger brother, Jason. It was the strangest experience seeing Josh again, two years after you’d dumped him. They sauntered into the already crowded apartment like they owned the place, flanked by an entourage of jocks.

You whirled around to Chrissy. “Oh my god.”

“You didn’t invite them, did you?” she asked.

“No! Did you?”

“Of course not!” She frowned at them again, clearly panicking. “But…I did invite Patrick McKinney…”

Sure enough, standing behind the Carver brothers was who you remembered to be Patrick, looking rather guilty at having brought along Chrissy’s ex to her college party.

Before the boys could notice you and Chrissy, you grabbed her arm and wheeled her to the hallway out of sight. “Those assholes,” you muttered.

“I can’t believe they showed up.” 

“And they’re not even wearing costumes.”

“Can we tell them to go away?”

“You know the Carvers. They’ll just make a scene.” When Chrissy started chewing on her thumb, you said, “Listen. We just have to pretend like they’re not here.”

“Why did they even come?” she fretted.

“Probably because they both feel like they still have some kind of moronic claim over us. They’re assholes. But we can’t let them ruin the night.”

“What do we do?”

“Show them that we don’t care.”

“Make them jealous?”

“No, not jealous. Maybe we just…make them see that we don’t belong to them anymore.” You scanned the crowd in the living room. “Where’s that guy from your poly sci class you were telling me you invited?”

Chrissy gestured to a guy who looked like a buffer version of Jason. “Anthony?” 

“Perfect. Go flirt with him and pretend Jason isn’t here.” Maybe it was a stupid idea, but it seemed reasonable at the time, given your current state of mind.

“What about you?”

“I’ve got someone in mind, don’t worry.”

You spotted Michael Myers again and made a beeline for him before Chrissy could say anything else.

As you approached him, you touched his arm. “Did you get lonely without me?”

“Serial killers don’t get lonely,” he joked in that low voice. You glanced behind his back; Josh hadn’t spotted you yet. 

You moved closer to your mystery college boy, your mouth so close to his mask that you were brushing against it. “Everyone could use a bit of company, though, don’t you think?”

He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, but he leaned toward you almost imperceptibly. The room seemed dimmer and smokier than before, the music louder, the living room even more crowded. The atmosphere almost buzzed, and your senses all seemed to run together. You wanted another hit.

“Still got that joint?” you asked him. He dug around in his leather jacket, withdrawing the same joint from earlier that he’d preserved. 

“Are you sure?” he murmured from behind the mask. You nodded, and he beckoned you over to the side of the room where it was less crowded. After lighting the joint, he offered it to you. In lieu of taking it between your fingers, you leaned into him and took a hit while he was still holding it. Your lips brushed against his fingers.

He rolled up his rubber mask, revealing his nose and mouth, and again, the sight of it elicited a little red flag in the back of your brain. You didn’t know why; you were beyond crossed at this point. But as you watched him take a long drag, entranced, the warning signal in your brain seemed to dissipate like the smoke he exhaled. 

You reached up and touched his lips with your fingertips. The music and the crowd all melted away.

“I kind of wanna kiss you,” you murmured. God, how high were you?

He didn’t respond, but his beautiful lips parted. You leaned in closer, taking in the scent of him. Weed intermingled with cologne, cigarettes, musk. 

Why was that such a familiar scent?

He wasn’t leaning in back. But he wasn’t leaning away. You hesitated, waiting for him to pull back—after all, you and he were strangers who’d just met. The music and people around you faded.

You were so close to him now that your mouth brushed against his. His warm lips parted as he let in a small gasp, a sound that tugged at the pit of your stomach. You felt him lean ever so slightly toward you, and his mouth fit against yours—

“Y/N?”

It was Josh, standing behind you. 

You broke away from Michael Myers and whirled around to the sound of your ex. You appraised him apathetically. “Why are you here?” you deadpanned.

Being face-to-face with your ex again was quite the trip, especially while you were literally tripping. He was somehow even bigger now than he was back in high school—or maybe it was just the way he was puffing out his chest like a gorilla trying to establish dominance over the other males in the room. His jaw was working in overtime as he assessed you and Michael Myers.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“I could ask you the same. I don’t remember Chrissy inviting you here. What, are you stalking us now?”

Josh glared, ignoring your words. “Who the fuck is this?” he said, gesturing over your shoulder. 

You narrowed your eyes. “That’s none of your business.”

But it was too late; Josh was already squaring up with the other man. 

“Are you some kind of perv?” Josh spat. He reached for the mask, but the other man swatted his hand away. “Take off the mask, bro.”

Michael Myers went tense. 

“Take of the fucking mask,” Josh repeated.

Dejectedly, Michael Myers removed his mask, revealing a sweaty-faced Eddie Munson.

Oh my god.

“Eddie?” you gaped. 

“Munson?” Josh intoned. 

You couldn’t fucking believe how stupid you were not to realize it before. The dark clothing on his limber frame, his reaction to hearing Metallica, the stupid scent of his skin you couldn’t distingush at the time over the smell of marijuana. How had you not fucking realized it was him?

You realized in that moment just how drunk-slash-high you truly were. Like, really fucking drunk-slash-high. 

“What’s this freak doing here?” Josh spat at Eddie. 

For once in his life, Eddie seemed not to have much to say. His face was red. 

Josh turned to you. “Wow. I guess college really turned you into a fucking whore, Y/N. The Munson prick? Really?”

“Oh, fuck you—”

“Don’t speak to her like that,” Eddie snarled at Josh.

You whirled on him. Since when did he care? You felt strangely offended that he had the audacity to stand up for you. 

Josh neared Eddie so close that his puffed chest almost touched Eddie’s. “You don’t get to talk, perv.”

You wrenched Josh away from Eddie by the back of his shirt. “Go away, Josh. No one invited you or your dickhead little brother here.”

Josh glared at you. “You know, I came because I still care about you, Y/N. You need someone to—”

“You’re not my boyfriend anymore,” you spat. “Go away.”

The two of you stared at each other hard for a long while before Josh came to his senses and backed off. He collected his brother Jason, who was staring at Chrissy but thankfully not engaging with her, and dragged him out the front door angrily. 

The world still spinning, you turned to Eddie again and shoved his chest.

“What the fuck, Munson?” you shouted at him. 

He smacked your hands away. “I could say the same,” he retorted, anger flooding his features. “Using me to get back at your asshat ex boyfriend? Real classy, princess.”

“What? I—I didn’t know it was you,” you hissed back. Realization began to hit you. Oh my god. “But you knew it was me.”

You weren’t wearing any kind of mask, just your Top Gun-inspired costume. He knew it was you the whole time. 

And he hadn’t pulled away when you tried to kiss him. 

The dickhead. He had the audacity to smirk at that exact moment. The smugness on his features made you want to punch him all over again. 

“I think you don’t hate me as much as you pretend to,” Eddie sneers. 

“You tricked me,” you sputtered. 

He just shrugged. “What was that again, the thing you said about kind of wanting to kiss me?”

Humiliation bloomed across your face. “That was before I realized it was you, asshole.”

“The grand facade’s crumbling now, sweetheart. You like me. Don’t deny it.”

“As fucking if!”

“Denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, you know.”

You were so infuriated that you felt dizzy. You felt really dizzy. And unignorably so. You gripped the wall and fought a wave of nausea. 

Eddie spoke your name. You vaguely registered the concern in his voice amid your nausea. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You pushed him aside and ran for the bathroom. By the mercy of the heavens, it was unoccupied, and you promptly ejected everything you’d consumed that evening into the toilet. You were so out of it that you didn’t realize Eddie had followed you into the bathroom until you felt the cool press of his silver rings on the back of your neck, smoothing your sweaty hair away. 

“Go away,” you groaned, spitting the bitterness from your mouth. 

Eddie didn’t move. In contrast to the sweet tenderness of his fingers on your neck, his voice was acidic. “Not surprised a girl like you doesn’t know her limits.”

“Fuck you.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You puked again, and he held your clammy forehead. You could have been imagining it, but you swore you heard him apologize then. As another wave of vomit came up, he waited for your convulsions to finish before he murmured that he’d be right back. A few moments later, he returned with an empty solo cup, which he filled with water from the sink and handed to you. More grateful than you were willing to admit, you rinsed your mouth and spat. You realized his hands were on you again, smoothing back your hair from your forehead, but you didn’t say anything about it. 

“Why didn’t you say it was you?” you croaked, gripping the porcelain with white knuckles. 

“You gonna be okay? You seem really crossed.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You looked at him wryly. “Answer the question.”

Eddie cocked an eyebrow. “Well…Chrissy invited me, which is why I was looking for a Halloween mask. Found one, by the way.” He held up the flimsy Michael Myers mask. “I didn’t know you were going to be here either, for the record.” 

You cursed silently in your mind. Damn Chrissy. That must have been why she had been acting so strange. She’d invited him before she’d known the situation between you two. 

He still hadn’t really answered your question, so you asked another one. “Where’d you get the mask?”

“What?”

“The mask. We don’t carry that one at my parents’ store.”

“Borrowed it from a friend,” he replied. “I take it you like it?”

“Seriously? You’re such a creep.”

“And you’re such a priss,” he accused, his tone changing. “Did you plan that shit with Josh? That was a real dick move, Y/N.”

“First of all, don’t call me that. And second of all, I didn’t know he’d be here either, obviously. He’s the last person I wanted to see at this party.”

“Oh, so not me?”

You gritted your teeth. “In case it wasn’t obvious, I wasn’t thrilled to see you here, either.”

He hummed, an intoxicating sound, as he regarded you with a belittling expression. “Hmm. Your actions earlier begged to differ.”

“Screw you.”

“You know, before your meathead ex came, I couldn’t wait to take off the mask. Just to see the shock on that pretty, bratty little face of yours when you realized it was me.” 

“So that’s why you didn’t say it was you? You just wanted to piss me off?”

“No. I wanted to confirm a suspicion.”

When he didn’t continue, you shot him a look of exasperation. He leaned in closer, his dark eyes glinting with subtle wickedness.

 “I had a feeling you still like me like that. Like me more than you pretend to hate me. Like me enough to kiss me. And I was right.”

You gaped. “You are seriously disturbed. Like seriously fucked up in the head, Munson.”

“You get so testy when you know you’re wrong but just can’t admit it. It’s cute.”

Amid your nausea, your fury flashed. “Josh was right about you. You’re just a pretentious, self-centered perv.”

Eddie’s expression darkened. He set his jaw and just stood up and backed away toward the door. You immediately regretted your words. But you couldn’t take them back, not when you felt another flash of nausea.

“You’re so full of shit, Y/N,” he said. 

“Blow me,” you responded. 

 He didn’t say anything more, but you heard him leave the bathroom as you puked again. 

You weren’t left alone for long, though. Eddie must have found Chrissy and sent her, because she came in a few moments later. 

“Shit,” she said, immediately wetting a washcloth with cool water and pressing it to your neck. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, I mean, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that Eddie would be here.”

You really couldn’t stay mad at her—not when you already felt this shitty, not when she was being so kind and helping take care of you. “It’s okay,” you whispered. 

“I should have told you. It’s just—he’s my friend, and you’re my friend, and I was worried you wouldn’t have wanted to stay at the party if you knew he was coming, and I wanted to tell you that it was him with the Michael Myers mask, but I didn’t get a chance—”

“Chrissy.” You grasped her hand. “It’s okay.”

She squeezed your hand and smiled sheepishly. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Yeah. I just smoked too much, I think. Did Jason see you?”

“I think so, but he didn’t approach me. I gave Anthony my telephone number, though. He was super nice, we—” She cut herself off. “Never mind, that’s not important right now. What the hell happened with you? I saw Josh storm out with Jason—and then Eddie, he looked…”

You sighed. “Was he upset?”

“Well, he didn’t look happy.”

You felt a strange combination of emotions toward the man. Anger that he hadn’t revealed himself to you, frustrated about his accusations that you were attracted to him.

Panic that you were, in fact, attracted to him. 

All of that, mixed with the guilt of the names you’d called him, and for the compromising position you’d put him in with Josh. Who was, for all intents and purposes, Eddie’s former high school bully. 

You propped yourself up so your back was resting on the bathtub and did the best you could to summarize everything to Chrissy through your waves of nausea. She couldn’t get past one small detail from your narrative, though. 

“So…you’re into Eddie, too?” she asked when you finished. 

“What? No, I’m — wait? Are you into Eddie?”

Chrissy laughed and shook her head. “No. He’s just a friend. That’s not what I’m saying. I—okay, I know I shouldn’t say this, because I know you guys hate each other or whatever. But Eddie’s liked you since middle school. Like, like liked you. And he still does—or, at least he still did a few months ago, last time he brought it up.”

You reeled. “What are you talking about?”

“He has a crush on you, Y/N.”

You shook your head. The motion made you see stars. “No. No he doesn’t.”

“Yes, he does. It’s so obvious, too, even if he hadn’t told me.”

“But he’s an asshole.” You pressed the palms of your hands to your aching temples. “If he has a crush on me, then why is he such a dick to me?”

Chrissy mused for a moment. “One time, when I was in grade school, this boy—his name was Chucky Lars, I remember—used to yank on my ponytail everyday at recess,” she said. “And one day when I tried to tell my teacher about it, she said he probably was being mean to me because he just liked me. So…maybe it’s like that with Eddie?”

“Chrissy, that’s so fucked up.”

Chrissy shrugged. “Yeah, it is. I don’t know. I mean… Maybe it has to do with Josh?”

You chewed your cheek. Did Eddie blame you for what Josh and his cronies did to him behind the gym? You remembered seeing Eddie in passing the week after the incident. He had a black eye; Josh had got him good. It made you feel disgusted to think you were dating someone who was capable of that violence against another person, even if what Eddie had done to you was unfair with the plagiarism.

Which is why you’d broken up with Josh later that day. 

But you had never spoken another word to Eddie about it, about anything. 

All this time, had he been holding a grudge against you…because he thought you’d been behind Josh’s vindictions?

Did Eddie dislike you as much as you disliked him because of a misunderstanding that you’d put your ex boyfriend up to beating him up?

Too much to think about. Your thoughts span. Luckily, your head and stomach were starting to feel better. 

Hesitantly, you heaved yourself up onto your feet. Chrissy held her hands out to steady you. 

“You okay?” she asked. 

“I’m good. Fuck, I’m never getting crossfaded again. This shit sucks.”

“I’d pity you, but it’s your own fault,” Chrissy laughed. “Do you wanna come out to the party, or do you wanna go lie down in my room for a bit?”

You pondered. “Can I sit on the couch?”

“Sure, but just warning you, my friend JJ from philosophy was sitting there when I left. He might try to chat your ear off about optimistic nihilism.”

“That doesn’t sound half bad.”

You carefully followed Chrissy back out to the party, which had mellowed out significantly since your departure to the bathroom. But as you settled onto the couch beside JJ, who was just launching into a critique of Nietzche, you couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes were scanning the room, absentmindedly looking for Eddie. 

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A/N: What did y’all think about ch2? A lot happened in this one! What are your thoughts about what was revealed about “the incident” between Reader and Eddie? What are your predictions about what will happen??

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