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taetaespeaches · 1 year ago

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“Begging already?”

taehyung x reader/oc genre: fluff word count: 1.7K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Long time no see :) I got a nightmare before christmas version of the game operation and this idea came to mind... I wrote the majority of it back in august and am now randomly deciding to post. If anyone even cares!!! I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

Thunder rumbled quietly outside as the candlelight illuminated the kitchen, and while the power outage may have helped Taehyung set the mood, you determined he had a charming ability to make any scenario feel romantic. The room was bathed in warm, flickering, golden hues, the low lighting casting shadows across Taehyung’s handsome face, revealing his features only in small glimpses as he shifted around the childrens game positioned in front of you both. Your boyfriend would have been a 19th century romantic writer’s dream, his bone structure providing an air of austerity while his sweet heart doled out love onto every living thing in his vicinity. The ultimate muse.

His freshly dyed blonde hair was too enticing for you to resist reaching out and brushing your fingers through the soft strands. He leaned into the touch, despite the tweezers reaching in for a plastic spider within Oogie Boogie’s burlap body. While out and about a couple weeks ago, you and Taehyung came across a Nightmare Before Christmas edition of the classic Operation game. Instead of collecting various bones from the man’s body, you were tasked with digging bugs and other creepy items out of the movie villain’s burlap form.

“You’re gonna make me mess up,” Taehyung complained halfheartedly, looking up at you from underneath the gold metal rim of his glasses.Truly swoonworthy. You were seated cross-legged on top of the counter, admiring the way Taehyung’s forearms rested against the granite as he leaned over the game board. Flashing him a smile, you watched as his own lips curved upward before turning his attention back to the game.

You were supposed to be on a date tonight, the dinner reservations made last week. When the storm, followed by the power outage, struck, Taehyung quickly adjusted. He pulled together every candle within the apartment and put them all in the kitchen, stating that “the kitchen is the most romantic room in the house”. Whether you believed that prior to his comment or not, you were now convinced. Who were you to argue with an expert in romance? People wrote great romantic novels about him, after all.

It had been at least fifteen years since either of you had played Operation, and memory had led you both to believe the game was much more challenging than it really was. Taehyung successfully removed the spider and placed it to the side of the board, restarting his collection after two rounds of play already. Neither of you had failed an operation yet, causing for a very un-suspenseful game.

“I remember this being a lot more difficult when I was six,” you smiled, Taehyung chuckling as he transferred the removal tool to you. Placing his palm on your knee cap, he squeezed gently before swiping his thumb along your thigh.

His tongue poked out before grazing over his bottom lip, lingering for a moment until his mouth spread into a stunning smile. “We could make it more exciting,” he suggested flirtatiously. Pulling your eyebrows together, you watched as mischief flashed across his pretty eyes. “Every time one of us misses, we take something off.”

“What, like strip Operation?” You snorted, massaging the roots of his hair. Taehyung wore an expression of pure excitement, eyes wide, beam wider. It was cruel, and enchanting, how he could use that innocent charm in sinful ways. “Fine,” you agreed with a smirk, pulling your hand from his hair and turning your attention to the board. Easily, you removed the bat and placed it on top of the counter, defiant in your refusal to give him what he wanted.

Meeting Taehyung’s eyes, you found his features positioned into a disappointed pout. “Looks like your plan has been foiled,” you smiled in amusement, Taehyung taking the tweezers from you. “We literally haven’t missed—”

You were cut off by the sound of Oogie Boogie yelling about people fishing around in his body, startling you as your eyes darted to the board to see it lit up with failure.

“Oh, shoot,” Taehyung said teasingly, tsking at himself. In the next moment, with a smirk planted on his annoyingly pretty face, he reached for the shirt at the nape of his neck and tugged it over his head, leaving him beautifully topless. “Your turn,” he smirked teasingly, and for a moment you damn near tugged your own shirt off before you remembered there was a game in play. It wasn’t Operation that you were suddenly determined to win, but rather the game of desire versus desire that you did not want to lose. Taehyung had always been the king of self control and making him lose his composure was always the sweetest victory. It was magical, the moment he’d snap, witnessing him beg.

Biting back your amusement, you leaned into the board and began your attempt to remove the snake that Taehyung failed to. With his eyes on your task, you snuck a glance at his shoulders just barely highlighted in the candle’s flickering. He was sturdy and broad, but somehow still delicate, and the orange flame enhanced the tan he had gotten on his recent work trips, the Spanish beaches suiting him well. His eyes lifted to meet yours, snapping you back to the game as you concealed a knowing smile at being caught staring.

Shifting focus, you ignored his cocky chuckle. “This is one of the easiest pieces, you loser,” you teased, feigning obliviousness to his strategic loss. As you slowly pulled the piece out of the game board, Taehyung suddenly squeezed your thigh with a loud shout that purposefully made you jump in start. The tweezers hit the metal siding, sending Oogie Boogie into a fit, alerting you that you had failed the operation.

Clutching at your chest, you huffed. “Foul play!” You complained to Taeyung as he smiled impishly at you, his tongue tucked slightly between his teeth as he celebrated his small win. Biting back your own amusement, you picked up the sheet of paper with the game rules and started studying them with fake seriousness.

“What are you looking at?” He craned his neck, attempting to peek over at the rules.

Pulling it out of his view, your lips lifted into a smirk. “I’m looking for what it says about your supposed lover cheating to get you naked,” you informed him, noting the scoff that escaped his lips. “Surely I get a redo or something.”

An adorable chuckle fell from Taehyung’s soft lips, your heart squeezing at the sound. “No, I’m pretty sure a fail is a fail,” he defended his conniving ways. Shooting him a glare, he giggled a little more. “What’s it say?” He nodded at the rule sheet with a charming lift of his eyebrow.

“Turns out strip Operation isn’t a real game,” you forced a frown.

“I’m shocked,” he played along, his eyes widening to emphasize his acting.

“Yeah, it says that taking your clothes off during play is an inappropriate way to enjoy this board game made for six year olds,” you cocked your head to the side, Taehyung smiling brightly at you, lifting his eyebrows playfully.

“Really?” He smirked, his gaze glancing down your body, eyeing the oversized sweatshirt that pooled slightly at the tops of your thighs. “I think getting you out of that top is perfectly appropriate.”

On second thought, the great romance writers of the 1800s wouldn’t have known what to do with Taehyung. You’d like to see Anne Elliot try to resist the man standing in front of you.

“The game makers disagree,” you told him, though your hands traveled to the hem of the shirt, your fingers toying with the material. “This top?” His eyes lingered on your fingertips, anticipating your next move. His silence, the lack of a comeback, is what gave away how he barely held onto his restraint. The wick of one of the candles popped, the flame flickering across Taehyung’s face to reveal the way hunger had etched its way into his features. These moments, where you held him in the palm of your hand, made the desire to tease him burn inside your abdomen, feeling very much like need.

Sitting up straighter, you finally lifted the fabric up your body, exposing your stomach, your chest, the flimsy lounge bra hardly concealing anything from his feasting eyes. Pulling the top over your head and setting it down on the counter beside you, your eyes found Taehyung’s as they greedily took in the newly exposed flesh. His hands quickly found purchase on your hips, his fingers cool but not cold as they settled on your sides.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make us go through more turns to get the rest of this off,” he pleaded, his thumbs dipping under the material of your cotton shorts. Giggling, you cocked your head in feigned thought as you rested back on your arms, your open palms supporting you against the counter.

“Begging already?”

Chuckling at you in disbelief, Taehyung dropped his head against your lap before turning his face to look up at you. “Peaches,” he whined, and it was the smile he wore that told you he believed himself to be a winner, whether he was the first to give in or not. His expression was desperate but knowing, aware he was about to get what he had been deprived of for longer than he would have preferred.

“You know I’m not too proud to beg,” he whispered, the low timber of his voice making your resolve crumble to his desires.

Smiling softly at him, Taehyung hugged his arms around your hips before placing a kiss to your thigh, tingles erupting at the spot. “In fact,” he started, only pausing to place another kiss higher up your leg, leaving a trail of anticipation in your nerve endings. “I’ll get on my knees right now.” He was cocky and teasing, but all too serious for your breath not to hitch slightly in your throat. An eager smile spread across his mouth, and you knew that this version of Taehyung, naughty and confident and divinely devoted to you, would certainly have been far too much for the 19th century authors. Eat your heart out, Mr. Darcy.

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jrob64 · 27 days ago

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Hook's First Trick or Treat (Reposted with new art!)

A CS Canon Compliant Story for CS Spooky Season/Autumnal Bingo

I'm jumping on the hayride wagon and giving you my first offering for Spooky Season/Autumnal Bingo, the brainchild of @hollyethecurious. Everyone owes her a big thank you for inspiring a fair few people to write some warm, seasonal tales and art for our favorite show and couple. Everything posted for the event can be found in this collection on Ao3.

I also owe thanks to @kmomof4 for checking over this story.

**Extra special thanks to @motherkatereloyshipper for the spectacular manips of Henry, Emma & Killian in their costumes!**

Summary: Hook has his first experience Trick or Treating in Storybrooke.

Rating: T

Words: 2542

Can also be read on Ao3 and ffn

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“Are you going trick or treating with us next Saturday, Hook?” Henry asked.

Killian looked up at the boy from where he sat on the sofa beside Emma. The three of them had just finished watching The Nightmare Before Christmas together at the loft, sharing a huge bowl of popcorn and sipping mugs of warm apple cider. Hook hadn’t been impressed with the drink until he enhanced it with rum.

The whole town was enjoying the peace which came with the banishment of Gold at the town line three weeks ago. Mary Margaret, David and baby Neal were currently on a weekend away at a small cabin in the woods, allowing Emma to have the loft to herself for a few days. She and Henry immediately invited Killian over for a movie marathon on Friday night, culminating with the Tim Burton classic.

“Do you mean there is such a thing as trick or treat, such as in the movie?”

“Yeah, but in Storybrooke, we never had it until after the curse broke,” Henry explained.

“Why is it called ‘trick or treat'?” Killian inquired.

Emma reached over and linked her hand with his. “Back when it started, if a child knocked on a person’s door and they didn’t give them a treat, the child played a trick on them. These days, it’s just kids dressing up in costumes and going door to door, asking for candy. It doesn’t really involve tricks any more.”

“So it’s a children’s holiday?”

“Not necessarily. Anybody can dress up, but usually only the kids get candy.”

“Last year, Dr. Hopper dressed as Paul Bunyan and had Pongo dressed as Babe, the big blue ox. They sat outside his house and passed out candy,” Henry explained. “Grandma and Grandpa were Mickey and Minnie Mouse. Remember, Mom?”

“How could I forget? Dad kept talking in that squeaky voice the whole evening, which made Mom giggle. It was cute at first, but got annoying before long.”

“They won cutest costumes at the Halloween party, though.”

“There’s a party, too?” Killian asked.

“Just a get together at Granny’s after trick or treating wraps up,” Emma said. “Granny gives out prizes for cutest, scariest, most original, and best group costume. She makes popcorn balls and caramel apples and has the diner very elaborately decorated for Halloween.”

“So will you go with us?” Henry asked again.

“Aye, it sounds like fun.”

“Awesome!” Henry exclaimed. “Are you going to dress up?”

“He can dress as a modern man, since he already spent hundreds of years dressed as a pirate,” Emma smirked.

“Perhaps your father will allow me to borrow some of his Prince Charming garb,” Killian teased.

“You looking like my father would give me nightmares,” Emma said, wryly.

Hook and Henry laughed. “What will you be wearing?” Hook asked the boy.

“I’m gonna be Legolas, from Lord of the Rings. Wanna see my costume?”

“Of course.”

Henry dashed over to the stairs and bounded up them, two at a time.

“Will you be dressing up, Swan?”

“Yeah, but I haven’t figured out what to wear yet.”

He leaned over and nuzzled his nose behind her ear, then murmured, “Pity you didn’t bring that wench dress home with you when we returned from the past.”

Emma shivered involuntarily. “I’m not sure that would have been appropriate to wear around my son.”

“You could always wear it when it’s just the two of us.”

“Those moments are few and far…”

“Here it is!” Henry shouted, jumping down the last three steps with the costume in his arms.

“The kid is proving my point,” Emma whispered.

Killian chuckled before turning his attention to Henry, who was holding up the costume. “Grandma is going to let me borrow her bow and quiver of arrows, and Ruby loaned me a long, blonde wig,” he said proudly.

Killian got up and walked over, using his hand and hook to stretch out the cloak and get a better look. “It’s quite handsome, lad.”

“Thanks! Granny made it for me. She might be able to make you something before next Saturday. She made this in one day.”

“I’ll put some thought into it,” Killian promised.

“Hey! Maybe you could be Aragorn and Mom could be Arwen. Wouldn’t that be cool?”

“Very, um…cool,” Killian agreed, unused to using the jargon, but pleased that Henry wanted to include him in his costume plans.

“Orrrr,” Henry said with a mischievous grin, “maybe Hook should be Legolas, since he already has the elf ears.”

Emma laughed, while Killian rolled his eyes.

They continued to discuss their costumes until Emma declared it was time for Henry to go to bed. After he went upstairs, Emma and Killian remained on the sofa, talking quietly and kissing. When they were sure Henry was sound asleep, they took advantage of Emma’s parents being absent from the loft.

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“Mom, are you ready yet?” Henry called. “All the good candy is going to be gone if we don’t leave pretty soon!”

Emma emerged from the bathroom, placing a large hoop earring into her lobe. “Calm down, kid. Trick or treating doesn’t even start for…” she checked the clock on the wall in the kitchen, “ten minutes.”

“Is Killian coming here or are we meeting him at the boarding…”

He was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Guess that answers your question,” she said, grinning at her son as she moved to open the door.

When she did, she was momentarily taken aback at the figure on the other side. Killian was dressed as the sexy ranger Aragorn head to toe, complete with crown, sword and chainmail armor.

“Wow!” Emma exclaimed. “You look amazing! Where did you find everything for that costume?”

Killian didn’t answer for several seconds, his eyes roaming up and down Emma’s green gown with silver accents. It was nearly an exact replica of Arwen’s in the coronation scene from Return of the King. Marco had even fashioned the silver crown, which sat atop the black wig she wore.

“Swan, you look…words fail me,” he managed to say, obviously gobsmacked.

“Yeah, yeah, we all look great,” Henry grumbled. “Can we go now?”

Killian entered the loft and offered his arm to Emma. “Shall we, milady?”

They trekked down the steps, being careful not to trip over their long cloaks.

“Seriously, where did you find all of that stuff?” Emma asked again, once they were outside.

“Belle let me look through Gold’s shop. I found most of it in there,” Killian said, holding his arm out to examine the chainmail. “Lady Lucas did create the cloak for me, though.”

“Well, it turned out fantastic. I’ve always had a bit of a crush on Aragorn and seeing you dressed like him is…” She pinched her fingers together, brought them to her lips, kissed them, then flicked her wrist and spread her fingers apart as if she was throwing the kiss into the air.

“What exactly does that gesture mean?” he asked.

“Chef’s kiss. It means it’s perfect and I love it.”

“Ah, I see. I’m very happy you approve. Meanwhile, your costume is absolutely magnificent. Did Granny make it?”

“This is actually one of my mother’s capes and a gown she brought from the Enchanted Forest. Granny altered it and added the silver embellishments. It turned out pretty good.”

“‘Pretty good’ is a vast understatement, Love. It truly enhances your beauty. I hope you will wear it again once this trick or treating is over.”

Emma laughed. “Storybrooke doesn’t really have a place where I can wear this type of gown.”

Killian leaned in to whisper in her ear. “It looks lovely on you, but it would also look lovely on my bedroom floor.”

“You know that hasn’t worked out well for us in the past because of Granny’s werewolf hearing.”

“Hmmm. I guess we’ll just have to come up with a way to keep you quiet while you’re in the throes of passion, Love.”

“I’m not the only one who makes noise. If you recall, you’re the one who…”

“Would you two stop being all lovey-dovey and come on?” Henry called over his shoulder.

Emma and Killian exchanged amused glances and increased their pace.

They soon began seeing other costumed townspeople walking up and down the sidewalks. Children were racing up on porches, knocking and shrieking “Trick or treat!” as soon as the doors opened.

Henry joined the fray while Emma and Killian remained on the sidewalk, heads swiveling to take in all of the colorful, creative costumes on both the children and their parents. As they moved closer to the center of town, Emma noticed Killian had become rather quiet. While earlier, he was making astute and amusing observations about the costumes, now he barely spoke a word. She also noted the puzzled and somewhat sad expression he wore.

By the time they reached the clock tower, Emma was beginning to worry about her boyfriend. He didn’t seem to be having any fun and she had to practically drag him along from one place to another. Even seeing Archie dressed as Woody, the cowboy from the Toy Story movies, with Pongo in a Slinky Dog costume didn’t cheer him up.

Henry was oblivious to Hook’s discomfort, too busy sprinting from house to house and business to business with his bulging treat bag. When he ran up to them and breathlessly asked if he could finish trick or treating with his friends and join them at Granny’s later, Emma readily agreed. She was eager to go somewhere private and talk to Killian, hopefully finding out what was bothering him.

Grabbing his hand, she pulled him into a nearby alley. Fully aware that asking him if he was alright would lead to him insisting he was fine, she cut to the chase. “Hey, Killian, tell me what’s wrong. And don’t say nothing, because I can read you like an open book, too.”

He sighed heavily and looked down, studying his boots for several seconds. Then he raised his head and used his hook to gesture toward the street. “What do you see out there, Swan?”

Emma kept her eyes on him for another moment or two before turning to look at the chaotic scene. “I see a bunch of kids dressed in costumes, running around like maniacs, chasing a week-long sugar high. I also see silly-looking adults who dressed up just to please their kids.”

“Do you know what I see?”

“You don’t see the same thing?”

“Aye, but it seems many people, young and old, are dressed as pirates.”

“Yeah, pirates are always a popular costume choice for Halloween. You should take that as a compliment. You know what they say - imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

“Look closer, Swan. The majority of them have a plastic hook over their hand.”

Emma turned to face him. “That bothers you?” she asked softly.

He gave a slight shrug. “Wouldn’t it bother you if people made fun of your…disability?”

Emma felt like kicking herself. Why had she failed to recognize the possibility that he would interpret the costume accessory to be a source of mockery?

“Oh, Killian,” she said. “I don’t think they’re making fun of you. It’s just that you’re one of the only pirates they know and you have a hook. I saw a couple of them with red knit hats like Smee’s.”

“A hat is quite different from my hook. I wear it out of necessity. I find it insulting that they would treat it as a source of amusement.”

Emma saw the same hurt in Killian’s eyes that she had seen on a few occasions when he felt inadequate because he lacked a hand. She reached up to cup his face, brushing her thumbs over his cheekbones. “Do you remember when we went out on our first date? When you made that deal with Gold to give you your hand back?”

“Of course. I felt like a whole man for the first time in centuries.”

“When you gave me that rose, I didn’t even realize you were using your hand until my mother brought it to my attention.”

“That only proves you weren’t being very observant,” he grumbled.

“No, it shows that it doesn’t matter to me whether you have a hook or a hand. I see you for the person you are - the sweet, thoughtful, protective, devilishly handsome man who won my heart.” She pushed up to her toes and kissed him, then murmured against his lips, “Besides, you’re very proficient with that hook in certain…intimate situations.”

A grin spread across his face. “You do seem to enjoy me wearing it on those occasions.”

“Mmhmm, and I don’t consider it a disability because you’ve definitely proven you have a lot of ability to use it for very enjoyable purposes.”

Killian ran his nose along the slope of her throat. “Perhaps I’ll show you just how proficient I am with it later tonight.”

Emma bit her bottom lip. “I have been practicing a silencing spell that would soundproof your room. Do you, uh…would you like for me to try it tonight?”

“Aye, Love,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“What if it…doesn’t work?” she gasped.

“Well, then, I suppose I’ll have to turn my charm on Lady Lucas to encourage her to ignore what she hears.”

Emma’s giggle was cut short by Henry asking, “Are you guys coming to the party? I want to win best group costume.”

They hadn’t heard him approach and both jumped slightly. Emma’s face reddened immediately and Hook took pleasure in seeing the color spread as far down as the widely scooped neck of her gown.

“We’ll be right there, lad. Just give us a minute to finish our…discussion.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid. I know you guys came in here to make out. Stop being gross and come on.” He turned on his heel and headed toward the diner.

Emma looked at Killian with a mischievous grin. “My dad’s right - it’s quite satisfying to be able to embarrass my kid. But we better go. If we miss Granny giving out the prizes, he’s never gonna forgive us.”

Killian grimaced slightly. “I’ll be along in a minute. I just need to…”

Understanding suddenly dawned on Emma. She glanced down, then back up, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess it wouldn’t do for Aragorn to win best costume while sporting a very prominent bulge in his trousers!”

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They made it to the judging in time and unanimously won the award for best group costume. Once the party wound down, Emma said goodnight to Henry and watched him leave with Regina, gripping his huge bag of candy and the trophy. Then she and Killian covertly left the diner to slip off to his room in the boarding house.

Emma performed the silencing spell to perfection, despite her pirate trying to distract her in the most pleasurable of ways. And Killian was correct - Emma’s dress did look fetching on his bedroom floor, but not as fetching as the woman who had worn it, writhing and moaning beneath him as he showed her new tricks with his hook.

Afterwards, they agreed their lovemaking was the best treat of the day.

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itsscromp · 1 year ago

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Insomniac miles and Peter with a reader on Halloween! :D

Peter Parker and Miles Morales x reader

YES YES YES YES YES !!!!! Word count:900

Halloween is right around the corner, Peter and Miles knew how much you loved Halloween, It was one of your favourite holidays of the year besides Christmas. You were going to pull out all the stops this year, Running to the store and getting decorations and candy.

After which you rented a couple of movies online to watch, Peter was into the classics like the exorcist or A Nightmare on Elm Street, and Miles is into more modern horror like Talk to Me and A Quiet Place, So what else to do a marathon combining their movies together !!!

Peter was the first to arrive, tapping on your window to let him in.

"Hey Pete" You smiled opening the window and letting him inside.

"Wow you went all out on the decorations y/n, I'm really impressed" He smiled as he took his mask off, Heading to the bathroom and coming out, changed out of his suit and into his more casual attire.

"Thanks for inviting me and miles y/n" He smiled as he sat down on the couch, tossing a piece of candy corn into his mouth.

"It's no biggy, You guys deserve to have some fun. Don't worry, I rented your movies as well"

"Yes !!!" He cheered. "I'm surprised Miles hasn't seen the exorcist yet, It's such a classic movie. Made me nearly pee myself when I first watched it in high school" He chuckled.

"Yeah, I know right ??. It still holds up to this very day"

Speaking of, He then knocked on your door and you let him in.

"Happy Halloween guys" He smiled as he placed his backpack on the floor and cracked open a soda can before sitting down.

"The best Halloween event ever is happening !!" You fist pumped the air out of excitement.

"I think they may explode Pete" Miles chuckled.

"It really looks like it huh ??" Peter smiled.

"So which movie should we watch first ??" You jumped onto the couch and turned on the tv, flicking through the rented movies.

"Let's give talk to me a go" Peter got cozy.

"Oh Pete you are gonna love this one" Miles was now happy boy.

The movie started with a wild start and a simple set-up, But whatever it did, It worked. Scaring the bejesus out of Peter.

"If I see either of you two with a hand like that I am swinging out the window" He held onto a pillow.

You and Miles chuckled as the movie continued on into it's twisted ending.

"Wow I didn't see that coming" You were shocked.

"Get's me goosebumps every damn time" Miles rubbed his arm and then took a bit of candy.

"Alright then, You think that movie was scary, Y/n put on the exorcist" Peter spoke determined.

"On it" You then flicked to the exorcist and pressed play.

"Oh come on it's an old movie how is it that scary ??" Miles smirked

"Oh you'll see"

Miles braced himself for whatever fake and old scares that awaited him, and oh boy did he get so scared seeing it. Peter was right it still held up to this very day.

"Oh god, not the head turn !!" Miles hid his face into your shoulder.

"Miles you saw worse" You chuckled.

"I know but something about that..." He then shuddered.

"Still the scariest movie I've ever seen" Peter's eyes were glued to the screen.

After that, the three decided to take a break and tell their favourite Halloween adventures.

"I remember when one time, I had to fight vulture at my high school Halloween party, It was hard to try and get him out of the gym and into a more contained space where no one could get hurt." Peter told his story.

"Wow that's nuts" You listened in.

"You never told me that story before" Miles spoke up.

"I mean it was a simple fight and this was early days before Vulture really upgraded his gear, so I guess it really wasn't interesting of a story, But it was the most memorable Halloween I've had. Or when Me and Uncle Ben went trick or treating. That was always awesome."

"Oh yeah definitely, when my family was still living in Brooklyn. Me and dad went out trick or treating one night, Uncle Aaron joined us and we went to the basketball court, It was lit up with all these little jack-O Lantern lights and it was just amazing. That was my favourite Halloween." Miles smiled.

"What about you y/n, what was your favourite Halloween ??" Peter then asked you.

"Hmmmm" You thought long and hard.

"Oh I got it."

Peter and Miles listened in.

"There was this one Halloween when my cousin decided to turn their house into a haunted maze, They went all out I mean props and costumes. He even had one of his buddies chase you around with a toy chainsaw, Man I gotta love that commitment" You smiled at the memory.

"Haunted maze's are so cool" Peter agreed.

"Or I guess... This one is my favourite Halloween. Just being with you guys." You smiled brighter.

Peter and Miles couldn't agree more and smiled as well.

This really was the best Halloween they've ever had in such a long time since being Spider-man, Just relaxing, enjoying each other's company. Eating candy and watching movies. It didn't get any better than this.

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#platonic #reader insert #peter parker x reader #miles morales x reader #insomniac games peter parker #insomniac spiderman #Spider-man x reader #insomniac games miles morales

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bradshawssugarbaby · 1 year ago

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It's a Marshmallow World - Harrison Knott x Reader

A/N: My entry for @lewmagoo's Christmas Celebration, I wanted to keep it cute and fluffy and I figured since the movie is filmed in Hawaii, I'm making it that Harrison is from there too.

pairing: Harrison Knott x gn!reader

warnings/content: none, winter/Christmas-themed fluff, probably inaccuracies about Hawaii and snow (I'm Canadian but I tried researching???)

word count: 1.5k

“Ugh, I hate this song.”

You rolled your eyes as you heard the opening bars of John Lennon’s “Happy Xmas (War is Over)” playing from the wireless speaker sitting on the kitchen island. You pressed skip on your phone, shaking your head at each song after’s opening notes before finally settling on one. Harrison leaned forward on the island’s countertop and raised an eyebrow at you as he spoke.

“You’re not serious, are you? This is a classic one. Next you’re gonna tell me you hate It’s A Wonderful Life too, aren’t you?” He said teasingly, his deep blue eyes meeting yours with a questioning stare, eyebrows cocked slightly in mock disbelief.

“Of course you like It’s A Wonderful Life.” You retorted, rolling your eyes once again at your boyfriend’s taste in all things…well, old.

Harrison was an old soul when it came to just about anything relating to pop culture. He was the only person you knew who actually preferred cassette tapes and vinyl records, even CDs to streaming his music. He was one of the only people you knew who still had access to a VCR and a tape deck. He still created mixtapes over playlists and you’d almost always find him sitting on the couch watching some old movie you, and everyone else in your age group, had probably never heard of. It was part of his charm and allure for you - you loved that he was into the most niche interests, that he was always introducing you to new things, giving you a newfound appreciation for media you’d otherwise never truly encounter on your own. Before Harrison, you didn’t even know there were several channels on television dedicated to just playing classic films on a 24/7 basis, or that recording a song to a cassette tape from CD was a whole process, crafting the perfect mix was either a carefully throughout event, or a completely spontaneous act, recording whatever felt right. It was never anything inbetween - curating a collection of songs that worked together to tell a story was a work of art in itself, one that Harrison had mastered somehow.

“Please, everyone likes It’s A Wonderful Life.” He scoffed.

“Not everyone, Harrison. Pretty sure you’re the only person under 50 who loves it.”

“Listen, it’s a great movie. We could sit and argue all day long about it, but it’s a classic for a reason, baby. Jimmy Stewart is unmatched. Meet Me in St. Louis is another great one, my mom always loves that one.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t mentioned White Christmas yet.”

“About that. I like it, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve never actually experienced a white Christmas, so the movie’s magic is sort of…lost on me,” Harrison frowned, shrugging his shoulders.

This was his first Christmas since moving across the US from his hometown in Hawaii to Washington, D.C. for medical school, and you knew better than anyone else that he was dying to see snow for Christmas. In fact, he was about the only person in the city who was sad when the weather forecast had predicted that Christmas morning would be uncharacteristically mild and sunny. Normally, he wouldn’t care what the weather was, but this time, being so far from home and not being able to get back for the holidays this year, he longed for the snow and winter sports he’d been promised when he had looked into the weather in D.C. before moving there. He sighed as he looked out the window each day as Christmas drew closer, with not a snowflake in sight.

Harrison turned his attention back to washing up the dishes from tonight’s dinner. You padded along the hardwood flooring to the living room, looking out the window as you bit your lip absentmindedly, watching the sky for any sign of snowfall to appear. You furrowed your brow at the clear night sky, stars twinkling brightly as they dotted the darkness outside. You closed the curtain, smiling softly to yourself as you nodded your head once. You had an idea - a pretty farfetched one, but, one that would surely make Harrison feel a little less disappointed about not seeing his first white Christmas this year.

You disappeared upstairs, searching the house for the tote of spare holiday decorations you had stashed away, unsure of where to place its contents earlier when you were in your decorating frenzy a few weeks ago. Rummaging through the plastic storage bin, you pulled out a large piece of white felt, intended as a base for your mom’s handmedown Christmas village that you’d set out every year as a child. She’d gifted it to you, and although you loved it, your small apartment didn’t have the space to display it. However, the extra fabric and faux snow and ice that came with it, you now knew exactly what to do with.

Taking a pair of scissors, you began crafting and cutting the felt into snowflakes, thanking your lucky stars for your education degree and chosen career path of becoming a kindergarten teacher, allowing you to get creative at lightning speeds when required. Each piece of felt that hit the floor beneath your feet would come in handy, adding to your false winter wonderland that you were creating. After a few minutes, you’d created a few large snowflakes and a decently sized pile of scrap pieces small enough to sprinkle along the floor to mimic freshly fallen snowflakes in your living room.

As Harrison was distracted with dishes and tidying the kitchen up, you got to work, hanging your felt snowflakes from some ribbon you’d found, leftover from Christmas wrapping, the strings dangling from the door frame, hanging down to look like falling snow. You sprinkled your pieces of felt along the floor, creating what would appear to anyone else, as a complete mess, but to you? To you, it was the white Christmas that Harrison had always hoped for, or at least, the best alternative you could create for it.

Once satisfied with your makeshift snowfall, you set your speaker up in the living room, setting up a winter-themed playlist on your phone. You practically skipped your way out to the living room, calling Harrison’s name in a cheerful, sing-song lilt as he finished cleaning the kitchen counter.

“Harrison! Come with me for a sec, ok?”

Harrison raised an eyebrow at you, his toned biceps flexing as he folded his arms across his chest, his caramel brown sweater tightening on the curve of his muscles as he did so. Harrison reluctantly closed his eyes and took your hand, following you into the living room. As he opened his eyes, he went silent for a moment, before bursting into a laugh, shaking his head as he smiled and looked around.

“What is this?”

“Your white Christmas that you wanted. I can’t make it snow, but I can pretend to at least, I figured it’s something better than green, muddy, mild weather outside.”

Harrison remained speechless for a minute before laughing again in disbelief.

“You’re something else, babe, but I appreciate it.”

As Harrison wrapped his arms around you tightly, he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin gently as he hummed softly.

“I love it, thank you.”

“I know it’s not much, but, I know how badly you wanted to have snow for Christmas too.”

Harrison continued to press his lips against your neck, leaving feather-soft, gentle kisses to you, showering you with affection in thanks for your consideration towards his feelings. You knew a makeshift mess of felt and some kindergarten-level snowflakes weren’t going to make everything better, but, you made him smile, and that was all that mattered to you.

As Dean Martin’s voice crooned out the beginning of It’s a Marshmallow World on your playlist, your eyes darted to the window once again. You couldn’t help but laugh half-heartedly as you shook your head, giving Harrison a playful swat on the arm to get his attention. His lips peeled away from your neck just long enough for him to gaze out the window, his eyes widening as he made his way closer to the glass to get a better view on what was happening outside. Large, white, fluffy specks were falling from the sky, beginning to coat the ground below in patches of white.

“It’s actually snowing!” Harrison said with a childlike excitement to his voice, shaking his head as his sapphire blue eyes remained wide and full of wonder as he watched the snow falling, essentially, for the first snowfall he’d ever witnessed.

You joined Harrison’s side at the window, unable to do anything but smile at his sheer excitement at the weather finally granting his wish two days before Christmas morning. You knew there was always the chance it could be gone and melted by tomorrow, but you didn’t want to burst Harrison’s bubble. Not tonight.

Tonight, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him even more as he watched the snow land on the ground, covering everything in a blanket of white as Dean Martin continued to sing in the background.

“In winter it’s a marshmallow world…”

#a lew magoo christmas #harrison knott imagine #harrison knott x reader #harrison knott #christmas fluff #christmas fic

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topgun-imagines · 2 years ago

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Frosty The Snowman

Requested: yes

Summary: You, your husband Mickey, and your children build a snowman together.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

Pairings: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x wife!reader

The fireplace flickered softly, casting a warm glow over your living room. You and Mickey were curled up on the couch with your kids sprawled across the room. Emma was sitting on the other side of the sofa while Finn sat on the floor in front of it. Both of the kids' eyes were trained on the TV. It was a Christmas tradition for your family to relax every Friday of the month while a classic Christmas movie played in the background. A bowl of popcorn was sitting in the center of the couch. The kids would occasionally grab handfuls of popcorn, eyes never leaving the screen.

This week's movie was Frosty The Snowman. As children, both you and Mickey loved watching the Christmas classic. Now, you were finally able to share one of your favorite traditions with your children. While Finn had seen the movie a few times before, having just turned seven in October, it was the first time that your four-year-old, Emma, had seen it. That she would remember anyways. The warm glow shining from the fireplace was the only source of light aside from the television.

There was only around five minutes left in the short film when an advertisement came on. Emma and Finn groaned loudly. They were definitely engrossed in the film. Both of them turned simultaneously to grab a handful of popcorn. Mickey pressed his lips to the crown of your head as you snuggled further into his chest. “Bedtime after this, Kiddos.” He spoke softly. You could feel his chest rumble under your ear. They hummed in response, eyes settling back on the TV as they waited for the movie.

The movie came back on moments later, drawing their attention completely. You and your husband chuckled quietly at the looks of complete concentration on their faces. Sooner than they would have liked, the TV was being shut off and you and Mickey were scooping them up. You grabbed Emma while Mickey picked up Finn. You carried them to the bathroom before setting them on the counter. Mickey headed to their room to grab their pajamas while you began to help them brush their teeth. When your husband returned you were gently washing Emma’s face. She had some chocolate stains around her mouth.

Once they were in their PJs, you lead the kiddos to their room before tucking them into bed. You could have sworn you felt Mickey pat your ass as you walked down the hallway. After pressing a kiss to both of your kids' heads, you and Mickey were about to leave the room when Finn’s soft voice called out to you. “Mumma?” He questioned. You turned back and kneeled next to his bed. He continued once he knew he had your attention. “Can we make a snowman like Frosty tomorrow?” You could hear your husband laugh softly behind you. You smiled at your son as you tucked a lock of hair behind his ear.

“Sure buddy,” You murmured, kissing his forehead again. “But you’re gonna have to get some sleep, okay?” He nodded eagerly. Both you and Mickey bid your children goodnight one last time before you closed the door to their room. You and Mickey headed back to the living room. He scooped you up bridal style causing you to shriek quietly. Setting you down on the couch, he pressed his lips to your temple before moving into the kitchen. Your husband reappeared moments later with two mugs of hot chocolate. You took one from him gratefully as he sat down next to you. A random movie was turned on as the two of you cuddled into each other.

Halfway through the movie, a loud yawn escaped your lips causing your husband to chuckle. He plucked your half-empty mug from your hands before setting both of your cups on the coffee table. The TV was shut off before the pair of you made your way upstairs. You went through your night-time routine in comfortable silence before you climbed into bed. Mickey kissed your forehead softly as your eyes slipped shut.

In the morning, you were woken by the sounds of your kid's loud laughs. You groaned slowly when one of them landed on your stomach. Your eyes fluttered open to see Emma and Finn jumping around on your bed while they tried to wake their father. Emma squealed loudly when she saw that you were awake. Your daughter snuggled into your side while Finn shook his father. Mickey groaned as he flipped over onto his back. His eyes opened, squinting slightly at the light streaming into the room.

“Mumma, Daddy, c’mon wake-up!” He called, slipping off the bed and running from the room, his sister hot on his heels. “We have a snowman to make!” For such a small boy, he was quite loud. You and Mickey shared a look before huffing and climbing out of bed. The pair of you were dressed in record time, hurrying down the stairs before your kid’s created a disaster.

By the time you were downstairs, the kiddos had already started pulling on their snow gear. Usually, they wouldn’t need it seeing as you live in sunny California but this year you were spending the Christmas season in frozen Montana. You and Mickey hurriedly got dressed before following Finn and Emma out the door. They quickly rushed to the front yard, having clearly already made a plan for their snowman.

You and Mickey sat on the porch, for the most part, watching your kids roll the snow into large balls. Some even too large for them to pick up. ‘Daddy!” Emma called loudly. Your husband's eyes darted over to your daughter, worried that she was hurt. When he saw that she was fine he relaxed instantly. She pointed at the massive ball of snow in front of her causing her dad to laugh. He stood up and moved to help the kids lift it onto the base for the snowman. Now, the only part they had left to do was the head.

Your husband rejoined you on the steps, watching your children roll the snowball through the rest of the snow littering the ground. When it was finished, Finn lifted his little sister up so that she could place the head on the snowman. Tears gathered on your lash line that you quickly wiped away. Just as you thought they were finished, Finn slipped off his scarf and handed it to Emma before walking away from their snowman. He returned moments later with two sticks and some rocks. “Come help decorate the snowman!” He yelled toward you and Mickey. Your husband stood, offering you his hand with a soft smile. Pulling you up gently, your fingers interlaced with his as you walked toward the snowman.

Finn handed you some rocks and instructed you to press them into the snowman, which they had unsurprisingly named Frosty, very gently. His instructions were very clear. You elbowed Mickey when he stifled his laugh. With your help, Frosty was decorated in a matter of minutes. Emma made grabby hands at her dad. He picked her up with an easy smile. Before he even realized it, his hat was being plucked off his head and set on the snowman. He let out an over exaggerated gasp. You watched as your husband began to tickle your daughter's sides, causing her to squeal loudly.

Your son came over to stand beside you. His hand reached up to grab yours while he grinned widely. A smile of your own came over your face. You watched your husband chase your daughter around the yard. Loud laughs filled your ears as your family was finally able to enjoy their first Christmas together. This was the first time in a while that Mickey had been home for Christmas. And after the wonderful past few days, you hoped that it would be like this for years to come.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Requests for holiday stories and moodboards are open.

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lesvegas · 2 months ago

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ritchie’s🎃💀 ABCs of Horror Movie Marathon!! 💀🎃

Horror movie challenge prompted by @quintsmachete

Day Two - B is for Blood Dolls (1999)

I was going to watch Black Christmas (1974) for the B movie of the challenge, but after a long day a classic slasher was the last thing I wanted to see. Fortunately, my friend @quintsmachete suggested their B pick for the month, and it seemed like a light, kinda mediocre but fun pick that would help me unwind. I hadn't heard of it before but I was told it'd be kinda bad and campy.

The flecks of camp, comically excessive blood, stop-motion animated dolls, okay music, occasionally fun/funny costuming and make-up were not enough to save this movie for me. Each individual piece feels like something I'd love, but even on their own they tend to fall flat, and come together in a late 90's flop that didn't even achieve the status of cult classic. It also pretends to be self-aware of how racist it is but all that really does is emphasize that they were well aware of the racism. The gratuitous femdom was especially cringe.

Actually I'm gonna talk about the femdom for a second because it was a solid fucking portion of the movie and I am not joking. Within the first 45 minutes there were three femdom scenes and by the third one I was so annoyed that I got up to take a shit and missed about 30 minutes of the remainder of the movie and I have no regrets about that. If I somehow missed something good I would think one of the three people I was watching it with would have mentioned it when I came back from the bathroom. I was told that we were in the middle of one of the multiple endings and I couldn't be bothered to ask about the other endings. Anyway, each femdom scene felt more cringe than the last and it quickly went from 'the writer's barely disguised fetish' to 'really bad softcore porn'. Apparently there was a fourth one I missed. I don't really care.

I should be clear, I don't think femdom in general is cringe. I also don't use the term 'cringe' lightly. I think femdom is pretty awesome in general, actually. Do you have any idea how bad femdom has to be for me to find it cringe? Really, really bad. I think 92% of the problem was the male actor, he was supposed to be like... stupid and annoying? I guess? Which was supposed to make him getting whipped and whatnot funny? But it just made the whole movie feel stupid and annoying. Like Jesus fucking Christ he was so annoying I didn't even find it funny when he died. If you're thinking about watching this movie just for the femdom scenes let me spare you: they suck, the movie sucks, and none of it is worth your time even if your standards are underground.

Anyway. The one positive is that the movie wasn't boring. It sucked ass, but it wasn't boring. But I still felt like the fantasy football ads interrupting the movie every 10 minutes were more engaging. Also the Woker was the only okay character.

I'm gonna give it one dancing woman ("the most femdom emoji" -@ed-e) out of five 💃🗌🗌🗌🗌

#abcs of horror 2024

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beardedmrbean · 8 months ago

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Hey it me, zoomer Huey, I saw the post saying about the young gamers retro revival

But how retro because this book..

https://www.tumblr.com/gsirvitor/742534236498804736

Also yes people halo is going to be 23 this fall so it’s a retro game

Yes, don’t have to deal with horrific live service and micro transactions but the thing is….economic reasons

Like I been getting into kingdoms hearts and final fantasy….but I was a Xbox player so they are new ports in the ecosystem

And like I said, AC red will probably be a huge entry point for a lot of new fans. So it very likely they will be curious what the game Easter eggs are about so I will gladly help them get say get the Ezio Collection if the European Templars have dialogue mentioning they don’t want another Borgia fiasco since the game take places in the 1580’s-90’s and during this time many Templars went to the new world or other places to escape the “Dark Age” of the Templars order where it’s was about gaining power for selfish reasons rather further their causes

And about retro games, um…the same way a adult might want to watch old classic movies

Now I watched Fox’s miracle of 34th street a couple of years ago on Disney plus (actually I often use these streaming services to watch old shit like the muppet show) despite being at my depress state, I couldn’t help but smile at the Santa in it

It like for me, I found the Santa that inspired the ones your generation, my generation, and all those in between the Santa we had when we were kids. I’m glad the actor got the Oscar. And I’m more glad Hollywood graveyard help find his lost vase and people came to celebrate the actor new home. With him Unknowingly inspired the Christmas magic we love

Sorry using that as example

Also a lot of young gamers….were often too poor, too young, didn’t have enough resources when these old games came out. So we are interested in what these games that older gamers talk about even if we don’t have the nostalgia for it

Like Xbox Backwards Compatibility library….can someone please make a deal to bring the one transformers or marvel games back on it? Anyways, I’m 24 now, so there a lot of old 360 and og Xbox games I didn’t okay that I use bc for

And modern gaming, ugh feel like it intentionally designed for Twitch streamers and YouTuber gamers. Ugh halo infinite mp made just drop it all together

Oh gaming companies, a lot of modern gamers have JOBS so we might invest in a 1 or 2 live service games. Hell ac red might have a 3-4 live services era (ac Valhalla had 2 years of support) but I’m mostly invested in single player games

Well I’m autistic and I work 10 hour and 4 days a week work schedule. I am not interested dealing with try hards

Like I don’t understand this shock? Ac red is dead ass the only triple a gaming I’m probably going to be paying at launch at full price while the upcoming Star Wars game I’m probably going to get on sale

I feel like people are so focus on young people who refuse to consume pre 2012 media. There are those with a mentality that can stand old shit.

Hey it me, zoomer Huey, I saw the post saying about the young gamers retro revival But how retro because this book. gsirvitor/742534236498804736 Also yes people halo is going to be 23 this fall so it’s a retro game

I think the first post your talking about was one I put up, I go with most anything PS2 on down for consoles, some PS2 aren't really "retro" but the divide for me is mostly based on hotfixes and micro-transactions so like Sims2 is the right age but i shift round on the retro bit since you could buy skins and such still gonna be retro I think.

Online games you could play for free online are retro too, but everyone will define it in their own way too so no hard and fast rules for me.

Like I been getting into kingdoms hearts and final fantasy….but I was a Xbox player so they are new ports in the ecosystem And like I said, AC red will probably be a huge entry point for a lot of new fans. So it very likely they will be curious what the game Easter eggs are about......... And about retro games, um…the same way a adult might want to watch old classic movies

Classic and retro work together in tandem a lot, there is a difference but I don't want to tangent too far into that.

Watch some Mr Rogers, it's a soothing balm on depression, won't make it go away but at the end of a episode or two you'll feel loved, man you've never met in your life but you know he loved you, just the way you are.

Nostalgia isn't required for retro, good games are good games.

If I'd had the money to get one of the first gen PS3's I'd have gotten one since they were built to still run PS1&2 games as well, once they took that away I had no desire to get the thing. Wii was great because you had the Wii shop for the older games and it also played GC games, Wii shop games weren't too pricey either.

And modern gaming, ugh feel like it intentionally designed for Twitch streamers and YouTuber gamers. Ugh halo infinite mp made just drop it all together

I've noticed that with some, they dial back the graphics and all that good stuff so they stream well, or at least leave the option of that. I figure as long as everyone is happy.

That's really all I do, even when battle net was going strong I still didn't sign up for D2 on there except rarely.

Blizard had it right with World of Warcraft, at least at one point. The were selling the game disc for like $5 with a 2 week subscription make their money in the long game, not sure if anyone is doing that kind of thing anymore but they should be.

I feel like people are so focus on young people who refuse to consume pre 2012 media. There are those with a mentality that can stand old shit.

I love seeing people get into the games and stuff I enjoyed when I was younger, watching through the X-Files with a friend who's never seen it before and it's great seeing it through the eyes of someone who hasn't watched it.

Same with nerding out about games, as you've seen me do with FFVI here previously.

Most people that matter feel the same, so don't worry about any haters, they aren't worth your time or thought.

#zoomer huey anon

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thedragonofbadasstemple · 10 months ago

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A little late but was tagged by @klutenpetter to do a thing! It supposed to be 9 each of like games, TV, movies, etc that you enjoyed for the first time in 2023, but like him I'm just gonna do nine piece of media overall. I'll do my layout of pictures, showcasing each one via the character(s) that were my favorite from each piece of media, and in the order in which I saw them (approximately).

Buddy Daddies, Jan 2023. Super cute original anime. Really enjoyed the QPR thing the MCs had going on. You don't get a lot of found family media like that.

Golden Kamuy, March 2023. I was sick with the flu and binge read the entire series in like a week. LOVED IN. Filled with beefy studs and its a fun ride from start to end!

Psycho Pass, May 2023. I got into cyberpunk recently and gave this a whirl. Really enjoyed the first season, not so much everything that came after tho LOL.

Komi-San, June 2023. I'll be real, I never would have picked this for myself to watch, be me and boys have been watching stuff together and this was a pick from one of them. My first impression was this was just another dumb waifu bait show, but honestly its super cute and super funny. I enjoyed it a lot and can't wait for season 3!

Yakuza Kiwami, June 2023. I started Yakuza Zero, got halfway through and then stopped in 2022, and finally finshed Zero and got through Kiwami last year. I enjoyed it way more than Zero. I really enjoy Kiryu as a character and hope to start the next game soon!

Undead Girl Murder Farce, July 2023. A seasonal anime I picked up and enjoyed greatly. I think its a fun use of public domain characters and the OCs were delightful. I hope we get another season! It was a real sleeper hit for the season I think.

Columbo, August 2023. Yeah, I watched my first episode of Columbo because of a mystery kick UGMF put me on. The first episode I watched naturally was the first episode. I watched another episode on Christmas. I really enjoy this character, I wish I had more free time for this.

Slay the Princess, November 2023. An indie game I've had my eye on for a while because of ManlyBadassHero. The full thing came out and I really enjoyed it! I highly recommend it if you like spooky and romantic things.

Good Will Hunting, December 2023. Its a classic movie, and its been meme'd to death, and yet I've never watched it before now (Its not [my] fault). On my flight to Spain the plane had tablets built in for every seat where we could watch movies and stuff so I took that opportunity to watch a bunch of films I had never seen before (others were Top Gun, John Wick, and Elemental (which I saw in 2024 but otherwise I enjoyed it the most, a morbid curiosity/hate-watch that I loved unironically). I also got halfway through Mission: Impossible but ran out of time.) I'd recommend giving this a go if you haven't seen it. Its a classic for a reason and might give you dark academia peeps a good time LOL.

For this I'm tagging @solanum-iycopersicum, @netnettart, @shinladyanarki, and @the-jar-of-dirt.

#tag game

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skypied · 2 years ago

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AO3 Wrapped Questions!

3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 11, 16, 20, 27, 28, 29, 30 :)

I'm guessing wrapped implies "works from this year" so I'm only going off those! Buckle uuuuup this is getting looooong like always

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Hmmm, maybe Back Home. Most of my fics this year feel like mindless brain dumps, but this feels more like a complete work.

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Probably hard feelings? It generally has a lot less hits and kudos than most my other work, probably because of it being angst without a happy ending (YET), but through the months it's gotten a lot of very sweet and heartfelt and/or heartbreaking comments.

Back Home also got a lot more feedback than expected - it was one of those venting fics that I didn't really expect to resonate and/or not be enjoyed by anyone else but me.

6. Favorite title you used

Hmmmmmmmm , I don't really think any of my titles this year stand out :p Maybe Catch of the Day, just bc it's so stupid.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

Most my titles from this year weren't song titles actually! Surprising, since I used to exclusively use song lyrics. There's only hard feelings (Lorde) and Can't Help It, I'm Obsessed (Sam Riggs).

(In 2021 we had Orla Gartland, Lizzo, Troye Sivan, Taylor Swift, Halsey and Maria Mena. Taylor and Maria were used twice: so they win. I think Maria would win overall for how many times her lyrics have been direct inspiration.)

10. What work was the quickest to write?

Probably a tie between the first chapter of hard feelings (started at like 10 in the morning when I was supposed to work, lol) - and Home (written while perched on the kitchen counter watching onions caramellize for onion soup). Both were around four hours, maybe one or two more for revisions.

Wait, actually, both chapters of Catch of the Day were mostly written in an hour or two each.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

Depends on whether you count hours spent on it, or stretch of time it took to finish it haha.

I do have wips I started last summer. Most of them are probably never gonna be anything. But I do have a wip that's almost done and I still intend to finish that I began... 14 months ago. oops.

But among published work - the ones that took the longest stretch of time is probably undertow and chapter two of hard feelings. According to docs, I began undertow on Christmas Eve last year (damn, didn't I have anything better to do?), so it tooooook... almost nine months? It's also kind of a mashup between three aimless wips that I eventually figured out went well enough to just patch together. hard feelings part two took seven months.

Most hours spent on it is harder to gauge, but maybe Can't Help It, I'm Obsessed. I remember I spent most my free time on it for maybe two-three weeks. (And then Annie kindly and graciously and perfectly finished it for me, thank god; I'd gotten myself in a real rut with it.)

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

Oh I dunno. Most are generic things like genre, established relationship and aged-up characters. The only one that sticks out is probably Alberto Scorfano has ADHD.

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

Prrrroooobably Trust Fall! I think it's just sweet and neat.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

That goes in cycles. Sometimes a playlist with classical music mixed in with movie soundtracks. Sometimes just whatever album I'm hooked on at the moment. I have some specific music for specific things, most are one song I'll loop for hours:

Downtown (feat Pri Pach) by BYOR, VINNE, Pri Pach. It's SO good for hyperfixating and writing smut 2am on a weekday. (Been a while since I did that, though.) There’s a reason it was my #1 on Spotify Wrapped last year, and #2 this year.

IDFC (feat. Ravenna Golden) by WHIPPED CREAM, Perto, Ravenna Golden. Same as Downtown. It tingles my brain.

River by Bishop Briggs. Great for emotionally charged and angsty smut.

I've spent HOOOOOURS listening to just 22:12 Until The End of Time from the Haven soundtrack while writing, no specific genre.

I generally listen a lot to Kevin Atwater to get into those Sad Boy Feelings (especially when writing about Alberto being too brainwashed by Christianity to admit his feelings for Luca. God I still love that AU, shame it's never getting finished.)

Lately I've been rewatching TV shows while writing, just to have something moving on the screen and something to listen to.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

Hmm hmm hmmmmm, feel like I'm repeating myself here but Back Home and hard feelings. Both feel like is the first complete stories I wrote. Most my stuff is just scenes, this was the first that spanned over a longer time and connected themes together.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Ahhh idk if I have the patience to reread all 50k I published this year, so I'm taking a couple that come to mind:

It’s stupid and predictable and sometimes Luca wonders when they’ll tire of this, when the intensity of the teenage crush will fade into something more mature, as his mother used to sigh when they were chasing each other’s tails around the bay. It’s been years, and he’s starting to suspect this is just what they’re like, perpetually snickering like kids breaking curfew, whispering secrets in a blanket fort and constantly one-upping each other.

from Morning Routines. The whole fic is stupid, silly fun, but I feel like this passage sums up their relationship in a cute way.

You know him like the back of your hand, but he’s scarily good at slipping under your skin to hide. You convince yourself otherwise, but you can never really tell. Not really. But it’s yet another trust you have to fall into, accept the rush of gravity and hope he catches you.

Trust Fall, chapter one

He looks at you, breathless and disbelieving. Disbelieving your love for him. When it’s the only thing you truly believe in, when nothing in this chaotic world makes sense without him, when it’s the seam keeping your life stitched together.

You wish he could reach inside your chest, clench your heart tight and feel that it’s more his than your own. You wish you could put your mouth to his ear like a conch shell, and he’d hear the ceaseless waves that lap in the back of your mind whispering his name. You wish he could feel the magnetic pull from somewhere deep in your guts that makes you unable to stop orbiting him.

You don’t dare imagine what would happen if he stopped letting you love him.

Trust fall, chapter two

Both of these from Trust Fall are some of the rare instances that I feel like I’ve written analogies that feel complete and make sense for them and the work itself.

You stare up like you used to, towards the incomprehensible lights of celestial bodies dancing on the surface, towards the never-ending fantasies of freedom forever pulling you towards the next horizon. Except now there is an anchor wrapped up in your tail, with a low, humming purr filling your body and quieting the restless whisper in the undercurrent of your blood and gentle claws tracing patterns over your ribs, all brazen ferociousness gone for listless limbs and a sleepy murmur whenever you shift.

There’s still a pull, a need to see, try, explore more. But maybe you don’t need to leave everything behind to feel free.

from undertow. I feel like this is the closest I’ll come to writing something about Luca’s “teenage rebellion” need for freedom that might lead him to neglect friendships/relationships for fear of being smothered again, and becoming comfortable with intimacy and vulnerability and being tied down.

Also this line:

You don’t want him to be in love with you unless it hurts.

This whole thing from ch2 of Back Home:

“Do you still love me?” you ask again, but now your breath is slow and calm because you know the answer. But you have to ask. Just in case.

You know the answer because he’s ripped your heart out and sown it back together; replaced old, festering scabs with gossamer threads of promises and gently placed it back inside. It’s still a fragile, ugly patchwork, but he’ll keep replacing bits and pieces of old hurt with new hope until it’s whole. You know it because he has scratch marks and bruises down his back and neck colored by your love and rage, because he lets you ruin him to save yourself.

You know it because you believe him more than you believe yourself.

“More than anything,” he says in a firm voice, as if it’s a fact as natural and definite as the sun rising and setting. He picks the smoldering stardust off the floor, breathes life back into the stars and places them back into your eyes. He smothers the flaming rage in your veins and replaces your blood with love. Because he loves you. You love him too. You love him more than anything and it hurts more than anything. But it’s worth it for the blissful, warm silence when he looks at you and you know he’s seen everything inside you and still he wants to. He makes your heart into a home and you let him. No matter how many times you tear it down in all-consuming fits of rage, he puts it back in order and you let him. He wants to make you better and you want to let him.

yayyy I love breaking Alberto and putting him back together again<3

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Maybe how drastic the shift from only writing smut to never writing smut was? haha. Dgmw, I still write smut, but I just... don't finish it. Idk, it always ends up pushing up against things I'm uncomfortable with, or I write myself into corners. I feel like they're always things that aren't really a big deal, but they turn into massive hurdles in my head. And while writing smut is fun, I eventually end up feeling like I'm just writing the same things over and over. Which, y'know, is still fun and doesn't mean it's not valuable! I guess I just get really self-conscious over baring my ass on the internet.

On a more positive note, I think I've managed to keep a bit more distance to my writing. I do often get stuck with writing, and that frustration used to encompass everything and be... not great for me mentally. I used to obsess a lot more about feedback and get really bummed out about "underperforming" works and compare myself a lot to others. Now it's more like... I just chuck stuff I think is neat up on AO3 and don't think much more of it.

I’ve also experimented a lot more with style than I expected, and I guess found my voice a bit more!

ALSO how much Luca POV I’ve written. I still feel like I don’t understand the guy, but he’s fun to write. Alberto POV tends to become ... dark, lol.

#skypieposts #ty for asking! <3 #as always i ramble!

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notebookmusical · 11 months ago

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Happy new year!!! Sorry that's a little late and that I'm just replying now. I actually just now listened to New Year's Day finally..I feel like a bad swiftie haha but I didn't listen to new years yet or what are you doing New Year's Eve either. Anyway I hope you had a nice time ringing in the new year! Honestly I just had a few drinks and my sister went to bed pretty early. I stay up.late all the time so it's not a big deal to me. What about you? I was gonna ask you about your plans before but I didn't get a chance. I hope you're feeling better if you are still sick! Did you think of any resolutions yet? I haven't yet.

Oh I'm glad you got stuff you enjoy. The scarf sounds nice and I'm also a pink girl but don't really like raccoons lol. Christmas was fine..I got a blanket and the 1989TV tangerine vinyl which I think will be more for my sister since she likes orange and i already had the pink one. Also the calendars I mentioned before. We ate a lot of desserts too.

Oh what did she think of the movie? I'm not sure what to expect and don't think I will have time to see it now. Overall it looked pretty good and I do like the original movies which have songs so hopefully she still enjoyed it. It's the same with my family too, but I think they thought In The Heights was okay. I won't be able to see the Color Purple either, and I haven't really heard anything about it yet or if it got good reviews. Hopefully I can also watch eras again when it goes on streaming.

I'm curious to see the differences for the Color Purple movie versus musical but I can hardly remember the musical. So I think I will like watching it again, but I won't remember it as much compared to something like Mean Girls I guess. That was the case for the Holiday Inn musical..I could barely remember the musical while watching it, but it seemed a little bit different to me but maybe I just didn't know it that well haha. It could be cuz the movie is older too, but I still enjoy both. They also mentioned New Year's which was something else I didn't remember. Oh that's a fun story..I liked that I watched it at the right time, even though they mention all the holidays. I figured you knew about it! I think Rent also has a New Year's song too, with the lyric it's gonna be a happy new year so I'm manifesting a little bit haha.

With Christmas songs, there's a lot of different ones so I always like hearing them. Maybe I would do a more classic one that sounds like Christmas and maybe a more slow or melancholy one. When I think of those, I think of John Lennon's or my grown up Christmas list which are pretty different. Then there is Taylors which sounds more joyful and the feeling of this time of year versus Twenty One Pilots who released one a few years ago, and it's called Christmas saves the year. Just one of the similarities between my two favorite artists. But then Taylor has New Year's Day which sounds melancholy but isn't, versus Sabrina's song. That's cool..maybe finally learning one of those instruments will be part of my resolution..but I've been saying that for a while now.

Those are good choices! I always try to go for something newer but couldn't think of any from 1989 or Speak Now vault tracks. I also forgot Bejeweled..to be more confident cuz I need some of that energy. Maisie also has a lyric about New Year's but I like her lyric last year I had to focus on survival..now I'm in my holy revival or there it goes! The universe is shifting and it's all for me. twenty one pilots has a song called Shy Away but the lyric is don't you shy away and I like that but that album is older now too. I'm hoping for new music from them this year soon!

I'm happy you were able to finish The Night Circus and Les Mis in time! I didn't know you were planning to read the Starless Sea in January too..so I will definitely try to read them together at the same time. I just don't know how far I will get or if it's the best time right now for me to read quickly. I mean Since it's the start of the year, I haven't gotten into good reading habits yet. But I guess I can try. I briefly looked at your list and will listen to your recommendations so you'll have to let me know if you like any of them. I'm interested in this is me trying cuz of the title and I like that kind of story. One book I added to my list is called Pink Mountain Nights and I recently remembered two other books I was in the middle of a long time ago so maybe I could finish those this year. Also omg how was Funny Story? I'm glad you loved it! I'm really curious since the plot didn't really grab me at first from the description. But it kinda reminded me of Happy Place and People we Meet on Vacation cuz of the opposites and fake dating I think, but I guess it was more similar to Book Lovers and Beach Read then? You are making me wanna start them again and maybe that's a good thing haha. Maybe I will read a little bit today cuz they are comfort reads to me so I can remember it and hopefully finally finish them this year.

Idk what Taylors new album will be. I've heard a lot of different theories too. Like maybe it will be the same vibe of 1989 ish? Cuz she's thriving right now so then that would be pop I think. I still don't know if she would release it during the tour, but some people think she will and play it acoustically on tour. If that's the case, which would kinda make sense for a breakup album, then I see it being more like Red..which still has some happy/upbeat songs too. I'm sure she will surprise us cuz I think she can do any genre, but I would hope for more guitar, rock, and instruments..which could be similar to Red so it's exciting. But I do think rep is next..she didn't announce it for new years, so I see it being announced when she goes back on tour in February. I'm really excited for the vault songs! So basically twenty one pilots could release a new song around the same time too I hope and that would be a dream! Fun fact..a while ago, I actually had a dream that said new music for them was coming in February lol. They are my two fav artists and weirdly their albums match up so well together cuz they also do eras and Easter eggs. I can explain more if you want, but I would definitely recommend their music!!! They were actually on tour with Paramore before. I'm glad you are liking Paramore, Lana and Fall Out Boy. For Paramore, I would also recommend their sorta unreleased songs from that era..called Oh Star and Adore. I think Oh Star was actually the first song they ever wrote together or something, but I still love it. It's one of my favorites. Those are some of my favorite Lana songs too! For Lana, there is so many I forgot to list cuz I didn't know which ones you already knew. I do love her newer songs too, but love the old albums. I think that's great..I already kinda listen to a new album everyday too, basically but you should also take your time. I haven't made my list of songs and albums of the year yet but I can recommend some if you want next time so let me know, but listening to Lana should take some time too. Aww thanks for saying that..I hope the same for you. I'm pretty busy this week..so I don't know when I will be able to reply but I hope you have a great week and start to your year!

you're totally fine! not a bad swiftie at all! there are no rules here 🤍 i ended up cancelling my plans because i'm still sick :( (which seems to be a recurring theme this winter) and went to bed early! i have a few bookish resolutions, and then i'm also habit tracking in my hobonichi (we'll see how that goes)! happy to share both if you're interested 🤍 do you have any resolutions?

omg the 1989 tangerine vinyl!! i keep thinking about getting it for sweeter than fiction, but i can't really justify getting a third 1989 tv vinyl, since i already have the pink and the yellow (which was a gift)! what kind of desserts did you eat?

the family friend liked wonka! but their family also likes timothee chalemet a lot, which i think helps in this case. i still haven't seen the in the heights movie! speaking of musical movies, did you see the tracklist for mean girls? what are your thoughts?

if you could learn any instrument, what would it be? sometimes i think about trying to learn guitar or piano again, but i don't have space for a piano, not sure if i have the self-discipline it'd take to practice a musical instrument frequently enough, and also i think i'd just get annoyed/stressed out that i'm not ~ instantly good ~ at it haha. even if it has been years since i last took my lessons.

maisie's holy revival is a good lyric! i put "the universe is shifting and it's all for me" in my hobonichi, and my friend (who is also venturing into the world of hobonichis with me) put the holy revival lyric ("now i'm in my holy revival") which is fun! i haven't listened to twenty one pilots, but i know you like them a lot, so maybe i'll add them to my little album challenge. i know i was like "haha 365 albums in 365 days is a lot" but here i am! i've decided to do it! we'll see how it goes. i'm sure there'll be days where i have to play catch up (especially when i'm traveling), but that's okay!

i absolutely LOVED funny story! i wrote my review of it last week and will post it on my book blog closer to publication date, but i really, really loved it. i think i'm a january (beach read) sun, nora (book lovers) rising, and a daphne (funny story) moon. i just loveeee emily henry's books and her characters. i support you in reading whatever makes you happy! it's not a competition, and it's all about what you're having fun with!

would love to hear you explain the twenty one pilots lore/comparisons! i listened to paramore's self-titled album today (my album of the day!) and i really liked still into you (which i already knew before going into the album) and hate to see your heart break! i think the interludes were fun, and almost reminded me of dodie's music, if that makes sense?

hope you're having a good week! 🤍

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captains-price · 2 years ago

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Hello, dropping by after a long time apologies for that 🥹 I hope you're doing well, is it getting cold out where you live? We get really warm and sunny afternoons and then super chilly nights and mornings so I'm always struggling lol.

It's so nice to have something to watch with family members, love that you and your mom connect on that. Me and my elder sister also make sure to always Stranger Things together whenever a new season arrives!

I enjoy anything by Mike Flanagan too honestly, I think one of the first movies I watched of his was Oculus and that's still such a favourite of mine. I recently binged The Midnight Club and it was a fun watch too. Though my all-time favourite horror show is in my native language and it aired in early 2000s 😅

Now onto some ~important~ questions! 😉

Top 3 Anime Characters?

Top 3 Anime scenes/moments?

Top 3 Anime OPs/EDs?

★ Animanga Secret Santa ★

It is getting chilly where I live! We haven’t gotten any snow in my town yet but I went with my sister and a few other people to the mountains to cut down a Christmas tree and there was a lot of snow up there!

I’m so glad that you and your sister have something you can watch together, and I also love Oculus! Definitely one of my favorites by him 😁

Those are really good questions and I really had to think about them for a bit! I’m gonna put them under a read more tho so it doesn’t take up too much space.

Top 3 characters

Iida Tenya

He’s my baby boy! I love how sincere and excitable he is, and that he’s such a stickler for rules while also being a huge dork lol the Hero Killer Stain arc is one of my favorites because I love how it showcases what he was going through and his growth ❤️

Kotetsu Kaburagi

Another baby boy of mine(but he’s actually an adult man). He’s such a likable protagonist and unlike a lot of other main characters in anime who are teenagers, he’s a fully grown adult who has to deal with getting older and I loved that storyline! I also love his relationship with his daughter!

Maka Albarn

I’m a bit biased because Soul Eater is what got me into anime in the first place but Maka is another great protagonist! She’s so cool, skilled, smart, funny, and compassionate, I love her a lot! Also, like with Kotetsu, I love her relationship with her dad!

Top 3 scenes

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The opening scene of Soul Eater! Again, I’m probably a bit biased here but this was THE scene that got me hooked on anime so of course I had to include it! The design of Jack the Ripper is so creepy yet intriguing, the fight scene is incredibly cool, and I love the way it introduces Maka and Soul so that they explain the premise of the show.

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Rescuing Bakugou! I don’t know how to explain it, but I love some good teamwork, so seeing them work so well together even though their powers are so different got me so excited! And the amount of times I go back and watch the moment Kirishima calls for him and Bakugou blasts himself to him is unreal lol

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And Reiner and Bertholdt revealing themselves as titans! This scene actually got spoiled for me so I knew they were titans the whole time(and I always think seeing this scene for the first time with no prior knowledge must be crazy) but the reveal was still done so well that even I was on the edge of my seat! It’s so good!

Top 3 openings(hope it’s okay that I did openings and endings, I just got a lot of feelings about them lol)

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The first opening from Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood! This one’s such a classic, I love the soft singing right before the quick paced change in tempo and how it mixes action scenes with softer moments. Definitely a favorite!

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The Kiznaiver opening! I love the song and I love the way it showcases each of the characters and their personality, and actually doesn’t put the protagonist at the front and center unlike most other animes.

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And the second opening from Soul Eater! All of the openings from Soul Eater are really good(including the ones from the repeat show, which I adore) and I had a hard time choosing between them but this is the first opening where I tried to learn the words so I wanted to include it!

Top 3 endings

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Kyoukai no Kanata’s ending, which is my absolute favorite ending ever 😩 the song is beautiful, the animation is gorgeous, and the imagery is simply stunning, everything about it is just *chefs kiss*

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Golden Kamuy! It’s probably simpler compared to Kyoukai no Kanata but I love the song and I love the way it has the lineup of characters leading up to the gold that’s connecting them all in the first place

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And finally, Jujutsu Kaisen! I love the upbeat tempo of the song, the different ways the characters dance, and especially the style of it! Could never skip it when it came up!

#this one got a bit away from me sorry!#ik it’s long #ask

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dallasxcartwright · 11 months ago

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“I’m always game for Die Hard…hits different during the holidays. We should watch it tonight.” He remembered the endless debates on whether it was a holiday movie that he had taken part in after seeing it the first few times. It wasn’t even a question in his mind that it was a Christmas movie, and a high ranking one at that. With Hana having stayed at his place for a few nights, it now felt painfully empty without her, and he would gladly take any reason to have her in his space again.

“Maybe it burnt your tongue just enough to mess up your taste buds,” he teased, immediately after taking the drink into his free hand and taking a sip of his own. “Alright, it’s not that bad, but I’m gonna have to make you some of my famous peppermint hot chocolate on Christmas. Freshly picked candy canes and all.”

There was an excitement and nervousness that overwhelmed him at the thought of Hana being a part of his families’ festivities this year. The worry that it would be overwhelming for her emotionally, and of course because the Cartwrights were…the Cartwrights. Those nerves were easily drowned out by how special it was to have her be a part of it, considering how much she meant to him.

Shaking his head at her question, Dallas let out a low chuckle at her brief mentioning of her day with Ver. “You know you can’t lead with that and not tell me what happened, right? If you two keep going out in public you’re gonna be kicked out of every place in town any day now.” His smile resembled that of a proud parent watching their kid walk across the stage at graduation. He had always loved that Hana wasn’t one to stay away from trouble. “Atlas and I might’ve gotten drunk off of mimosas for our Christmas shopping. People are gonna either love or hate their gifts this year…might even start some fights. Don’t worry, I got yours earlier.” It was an entertaining day, though he was sure it wasn’t nearly as exciting as Hana and Verda’s.

“Holy shit, yeah, Dylan!” As absurd as Hana’s statement was out of context, Dallas immediately lit up at the mention of it. “I can’t wait to meet them…I’ve gotta get some gifts of all of them, actually I was thinking about cooking them a few meals to bring them when I go visit.” Although the Providence Peak native had come into town for significant family milestones and births, this was the first time he had been around long enough to be able to support during the initial few months. Sure, Dylan wasn’t blood, but she was certainly family in his books. “That must’ve been a lot to deal with, though…bet you handled it like a champ.”

All the first-grade teacher knew about Tik Tok was limited to what he had learned from his nieces and students, but Grinch was a classic and that scream was one he could understand going viral. “I don’t buy that for a second…what’s your Tik Tok?” Brow raised, he gave her hand another gentle squeeze and gazed past her in search of any place they could get some respite from the crowds that lined the streets of downtown. “Why don’t we do it before we go there, just us? I got you something good so you’re less likely to back out of coming to my parents.” Plus, with his families’ tradition of personalized ornaments that they had already placed on the tree, he wanted to make sure she had her own to add on when they arrived.

Her hand clasped in his and her lingering gaze provided a sense of warmth and tapped into the temptation he tried so hard to ignore. The urge for things to go back to how they were – where he could kiss her in the middle of wherever they were and whatever they were doing. The anticipation of knowing they were going home together to end up tangled in bedsheets. As he finally caught sight of an empty table behind the Christmas tree and far enough from the crowds that they could talk, he leaned in towards her. “Come on, I found us a spot.”

There was a relief that came with getting some time to sit down just the two of them. Unfortunately for Dallas, the nerves that were sitting at the surface were full blown as they neared the picnic table. When they reached the table, he set the drink down and reluctantly released her hand before straddling the bench and gesturing to the spot in front of him. They had this conversation before – only the stakes were different now and the feelings he was experiencing were much deeper. He waited for her to settle in front of him before finally attempting to express what he had buried years ago.

“I’ve gotta share something with you, alright? And I know I’m normally mind-blowingly good at speaking, but this is probably going to come out in a jumbled mess.” His gaze finally lifted to hers, searching for some semblance of comfort. “I know I said we needed to not go back to how things were…and it’s not that I wanna go back to that, but what we’re doing? It’s fucking destroying me. I know that’s on me and I thought it would be good for both of us to move on, cause Han…you deserve everything, you know that, right?” He knew she didn’t know, or at least a combination of shitty people and shitty circumstances made her believe she didn’t.

“I really like you.” He immediately shook his head, frustrated with how complicated he had made this for himself. Things between them were ten years beyond ‘like’. He had said the words to her countless times, he had just never meant it like this. “I-uh, I’m kinda in love with you…and I think I have been for a long time, but I’m shit at this. And don’t – don’t feel like you have to say anything. We can go watch Die Hard and pretend I didn't say all of this, because I don't want this to change things between us, you know? I know that ship has sailed, but it’s been eating me alive and I had to let you know.”

@hcnayun

The offered hot cocoa tucked into the palm of her hand had captivated her attention as her dark eyes peered into the steaming contents of the cup. As if it could share some wisdom or unload her burdens. Instead, Hana's company put a smile on her lips. The drink was lifted to her nose for further consideration before a taste was attempted, the pickle was masked enough that the yogi hardly hesitated before giving it a try.

"What if I'm a Die Hard kind of girl for Christmas movies?" Something about someone getting revenge spoke to the New Yorker now more than anything. There needed to be a hero in her story more than love winning out, because once the evil had been defeated there was room for everything else.

"It's not bad," the former model commented, the cocoa presented back to Dallas. "Give it a shot," she suggested, a grin flashing up at him. It was easy to feel warm and comfortable at his side. To forget that there were monsters out there with bad intentions.

Butterflies erupted in her stomach when the blond had taken her hand. An action that had happened countless times before but, for Hana, Christmas was more akin to Valentine's than some religious holiday. Love was in the air and it was proving to be more and more challenging to ignore what she'd lodged and buried inside her chest for the man at her side.

"Do you still have shopping to do?" The mention of spiked cider nearly made the yogi's stomach turn. With a chuckle she shook her head slightly. "I might need to take it easy with that. Ver and I kind of got in trouble the other day." Drunken agents of chaos on a snowy mountainside pretty much had the former model banned.

"You mean you haven't heard about the twins and the mama that went into labor at the studio?" Usually it always seemed Dallas was more abreast of current events and gossip than she was. "But, sure enough, there were a couple of people dressed up like the Grinch and doing that scream like the popular TikTok video."

With a chuckle as they continued to stroll toward a somewhat quieter area, "and no, before you ask— it wasn't me."

After another beat passed, Hana glanced up to find those light eyes and feel her heart skip a beat. "I got something for you. Do you wanna exchange at your parents or before then?" / @dallasxcartwright

#i feel like you with how long this got lmao #you don't have to match obvi!!#interaction: hana #also it's late sorry if it doesn't make sense

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inkykeiji · 2 years ago

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you told me that you love me, that’s not easy to do

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: smut with a hint of fluff and the tiniest sprinkle of angst

notes: aaaah okay!!! this has been a highly requested piece ever since i first posted my touya-nii series, and i am so glad to finally be sharing it with you!!! set in my touya-nii AU in november of part one, please heed the warnings below and stay safe! | title credit: girls by lil peep

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, stepcest, dubcon, size kink/size difference, dacryphilia, inexperienced reader (but NOT a virgin), toxic relationship, dumbification/degradation, fingering, minimal prep, multiple orgasms, rough sex, praise, painful sex, a hint of blood, slight mindbreak

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“Make it up to you?” your head tilts, tear-clumped lashes sticking together as you blink twice, curious.

“Of course,” he smirks, and that malicious glint is back in his eyes, dyed with excitement. “I was gonna wait, you know, for the right time, or whatever, but since you’re not actually a virgin…”

“The right time?” you question, a hopeful, hesitant little smile crawling across your lips. “Were you…Were you planning something special?”

Touya rolls his eyes—something he sometimes does when he doesn’t want to meet your stare, you’ve come to learn—a hand scrubbing at the back of his neck, his words mumbled out and slightly defensive. “Well, yeah, I wasn’t just gonna steal your first time like some asshole. I was gonna try and make it—well, you know—” he flounders slightly, molars grinding together as he uncharacteristically searches for the right words.

“Niichan—”

“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” he’s saying dismissively as he wraps a large hand around your wrist. “Because you aren’t, which means I’ve been waiting for nothing, and I’m not going to wait another second longer.”

“Niichan,” you whine a little, eyes shutting as you burrow into his shoulder, the Halloween theme song murmuring quietly to itself as it seeps through the basement, Michael Myers busy stalking his first victim of the film. “Do we have to watch this?”

“Yes, we have to watch this,” he retorts, mocking as nimble fingers dig into your ribs, eliciting a squeal from your throat. “Classic slasher horror is my favourite.”

“Yeah, but…” you trail off, lips set in a deep pout. “But it’s like, almost the middle of November. Shouldn’t the networks be playing like, Christmas movies now?”

“I’m sure they are,” Touya says nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder. “But not on this channel. Besides,” his voice drops an octave, lips murmuring against your temple, the word caressing your ear. “I just love watching you squirm.”

“Niichan!” you cry as his teeth sink into your shoulder, a dark little chuckle vibrating against you, seeping through your skin. “Stop!”

Your voice, pitched high, is infused with giggles, wiggling in his lap as you halfheartedly attempt to free yourself.

“Hey, look,” he says suddenly, chin hooked over your shoulder as he forcefully redirects your gaze to the television, thumb and forefinger gripping your chin. “These guys are about to die.”

“Touya-nii,” you whimper, head jerking a little in his grasp.

“No, no, look! Did you know that everyone who has sex in slasher films always die?”

“Duh,” you roll your eyes, Randy’s monologue from Scream echoing through your mind—another film that Touya had forced you to watch with him and one you had, begrudgingly, enjoyed, even if it was only because Billy reminds you of your big brother.

“God,” he breathes, face nuzzling against your neck, nosing up the curve enticingly. “I can’t wait to take your virginity.”

The words ring high and tinny in your ears, blood draining from your face as your expression thaws into true horror, steeped in panic and alarm, body gone stiff and still in his arms.

“Don’t worry,” he laughs, squeezing you to his chest. “I’ll be gentle, okay? Promise.”

“No, I—That’s not it,” you whisper, words trembling. “I—Niichan,” you stop, head shaking a little, eyes shutting firmly as you force the confession from your tongue. “I’m not a virgin.”

“What?” he pulls back from you, large hands wrapped around your biceps, tightening as he forces you to face him. He laughs a bit—a sharp, mean, incredulous little thing, as if he doesn’t believe a word flowing out of your mouth. “Don’t you fucking lie to me, baby.”

Thorns of terror run through your veins, sprouting chills across your flesh, breath exhaled in short little puffs through parted lips as your head shakes harder, almost frantic in its movements.

“No, niichan, I swear I—I’m not lying—I’d never lie to you.”

The smile on Touya’s face, stretched wide with warning and tinged with a sick sort of amusement, slowly dissipates as sapphire searches your face.

His eyes narrow into slits and he leans back a little, as if he has to look at the whole picture, regarding you with hyper-vigilant apprehension, the fingers on your arms flexing, digging into your muscles.

You stare back at him with wide, honest eyes, ready to bear your whole heart and soul to him—whatever he wants, anytime, always—breath evaporating to ghosts in your throat as you wait.

You know you have nothing to be worried about. You know that Touya can already read you like you’re his favourite storybook, inside out, backwards, can tell your true thoughts and emotions from your expressions alone, can decipher any falsities staining your features with a singular look, a feat he’s been able to achieve in the mere two months he’s known you.

His ability to interpret you so perfectly, to take you and unravel you, unknotting all of your countenances and intonations and getting to your core using one tool in one motion should frighten you.

But it doesn’t.

Finally, he finishes his assessment with one slow nod of his head, gaze performing one last sweep across your face—a precaution of sorts, to ensure he hasn’t missed anything as you begin to relax in his arms—but his features stay wound tight in anger: eyebrows drawn, squint sharp, corners of his mouth pulled down in a small, taut, tense frown.

He pulls you to his chest then, gathers you up between his palms and squeezes you close despite the barely contained fury vibrating in his expression, his jaw methodically clenching and unclenching against your temple as his mind shuffles through his thoughts, determining which should be spoken and in what order they should be voiced.

With calm and even breath, he fires off question after question, each inquiry a razor slicing through the dense atmosphere: Who was it? How was it? When did it happen? Where did it happen? How many times did it happen?

And with each answer that slips from your lips (some frat guy; not good—he didn’t even make you cum; during the summer before you moved in with your niichan; at some beach house; twice), he tugs you tighter to his body, fingers pressing superficial bruises into your flesh as they knead—small oval prints of lilac that’ll fade in an hours time, small marks of ownership that never last as long as he wishes they would.

Your words tremble with sincerity as you respond readily to each and every one of his questions, dutiful as always, fat tears glittering with pure veracity steadily streaming down your face, leaving the prettiest trails of authenticity gleaming on your cheeks.

And yet, despite his actions, his voice is fuming, steam rising off his words as he spits them from his lips, half-stifled sobs stuttering your own answers in return, but you persevere nonetheless.

Eventually, after his curiosity has been sated and there’s nothing else to investigate, he falls silent, but you can still feel it, the anger wavering in the air around him, cracking like flames of sapphire fire that lick at your skin, sending spikes of heat searing through your flesh.

“I’m sorry, niichan,” you nearly wail into his neck, face smushed against his skin as hot tears leak from your eyes, harsh sniffles shuddering through your body. “I—I—I didn’t know; I wouldn’t have—”

Your regret seems to douse the flames, suffocating them to mere cinders as his rigid form relaxes against your own, arms firm around you as he rocks you slightly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos, endearment oozing with sugary condescension. “I know, baby, I know. I know you would’ve waited for niichan, saved it for niichan, had you known.”

Pulling back, a calloused palm cups your cheek, rough thumb rhythmically stroking your salt-sticky skin.

“It’s not your fault, princess, and I’m not mad at you.”

A stunned hiccup catches in your throat and you blink rapidly, a futile attempt to void the bleariness vacillating in your vision. “You—You’re not?”

“Of course not,” he laughs a little, head titling and eyes shining with mirth, looking at you like you’re adorably stupid. “Silly little girl,” he murmurs, insult soaked in wicked admiration. “How could you have known? Hmm?”

Sputtering, you shake your head, more tears escaping from your eyes, dislodged by your rippling lashes as you choke on your words.

“I just—But you—You look so…so angry.”

“Oh, I am angry,” he responds, eyes turned to boiling concrete, framed by heavy brows. “Make no mistake; I’m fucking furious. Your virginity belonged to me, should’ve been mine, and I can’t believe it was wasted on some fucker who couldn’t even satisfy you properly. It’s laughable, it’s pathetic,” he spits. “But I’m not mad at you.”

“You—You promise, niichan?”

Staring at you, his features melt into something softer, something sweeter, something tinged with sincerity, and he kisses you—nothing more than a chaste peck that leaves you licking your lips with a desperate type of voracity, ravenous for more of his taste—sweet hickory and spicy marlboros vibrant on your skin.

“I promise, princess,” he murmurs, nudging his nose against yours. “Besides, now you’re going to make it up to me.”

“Make it up to you?” your head tilts, tear-clumped lashes sticking together as you blink twice, curious.

“The right time?” you question, a hopeful, hesitant little smile crawling across your lips. “Were you…Were you planning something special?”

“Niichan—”

“N-Now?” you squeak, eyes wide and body gone rigid.

“Yeah, why not?“ he shrugs, demeanour nonchalant, though there’s mischief glittering in his eyes.

“Our parents,” you whisper, as if they’ll be able to hear you from the living room above.

Touya laughs, shaking his head a little. “So?” he questions, grin only growing in response to your concern. “When has that ever stopped us before?”

You suppose he has a point.

With his fingers tightly laced through your own, he pulls you from the couch and towards the basement exit, and God, he’s so fucking gorgeous with that pure, genuine excitement saturating his features, sparkling in his smile and shimmering in his gaze.

It’s always such a treat to see him like this—an expression of authentic delight that you don’t experience incredibly often, though it’s beginning to creep into his daily features more and more; whenever you do something he deems cute, or whenever you say something dumb, something that makes him laugh or roll his eyes with a smirk, or whenever you’re as obedient as ever, pretty and perfect and good for him.

It’s a look you’ve never seen him give anyone or anything else, in any other situation—a softening of his edges—and that makes you feel special, important, influential.

Such a look knocks the breath from your chest, his own exhilarated joy seeping into your lungs, sinking into your heart and procuring a sweet little smile of your own, one the fights through the anxiety weighting your ribs and muffles the thoughts rattling around in your head.

But then you’re climbing the stairs to the main floor, and Touya’s murmuring to himself about how he’s dreamt of this so many times, and it all comes rushing back, trepidation turning to stone in your tissues.

It has Touya instantly looking back, having felt your hand go rock hard and stiff in his own, his brow furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

You can’t ever get anything past him; can’t ever hide a damn thing from him. It’s hopeless to even try.

“Touya-nii, I want to, you know, I want to so bad, but I—I’m scared,” you admit, pathetically shy, expression teetering on a wince, as if you’re expecting to be reprimanded for your feelings.

“Scared?” he questions, the corners of his mouth twitching downward. Taking your face gently between his rough palms, he cradles your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him. Sapphire sears into your eyes, so bright it’s nearly painful, but you’re unable to look away, even if you wanted to, captivated by his commanding essence. “What is there to be scared of, princess?”

And, oh, his voice is so sweet, so soft, a startling concern shining in his eyes as they sweep across yours. Your body begins to melt into his touch; giving over, giving in, giving up, instant putty for him to mold and meld as he sees fit.

“There’s nothing to be scared of, baby, I promise,” he continues, a calloused thumb running across your cheekbone. “You’ll be with niichan the whole time, okay? He’ll make sure you have a good time; it’s gonna feel better than it ever has before, trust me.”

And you do! You do trust him, but...

“But what if I’m—What if I’m not good at it?”

He laughs—just a short, tender thing, dripping with syrupy condescension. “I’m not expecting you to be good at it, baby,” he tells you in a murmur, that playful smile still twitching on his lips, notes of laughter still infused in his tone, as if you’re so adorable, so stupid.

But it makes you feel better nonetheless, Touya’s patronizing reassurance relieving your chest of the pressure that had begun to build.

“Okay,” you whisper, nodding a little, a dithering smile tugging at your lips.

“Okay,” he echoes quietly, eyes practically glowing as they gaze down at you for another moment, almost as if they’re looking for something. When they don’t find it, he gifts you a singular satisfied nod, turning to haul you up the rest of the stairs.

It’s impossible to snuff out that delicious little spark that flares to life as you creep up from the opening of the basement and sneak past your oblivious parents, ascending the stairs to the top floor—both of you sure to avoid that step that always creaks—and allowing Touya to lead you down the hall.

To your surprise, he bypasses his own bedroom door entirely, opting to stop in front of yours. Your feet stumble a little as he reaches the destination, giving a slight, shy tug on his hand. Touya casts your a curious glance over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised in question.

“I—My bedroom? I thought—”

He cuts your off with an unexpectedly gentle laugh, turning towards you to trace rough fingertips down the smooth curve of your cheek. “No,” he says softly, inexplicable mirth shining in his eyes, as if he finds this all so precious, so amusing, a subtle smile playing with the corners of his lips. “I want to fuck you in your room.”

You don’t understand it—not really, anyway. Most of the sexual encounters the two of you have had have always been within his bedroom, but you have no time to question his logic, because then he’s turning the knob and tugging you forward, speaking as he does so.

“What position did he fuck you in?”

“Missionary.”

He looks over at you again. “Both times?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod.

“Alright,” he murmurs, nodding to himself, as if he’s just confirmed some sort of plan you are not privileged to be privy to. “I’m gonna have you ride me, then. I don’t normally enjoy being ridden, but I’d like to own at least one of your firsts—two, if you count the fact that you’re gonna cum on a cock for the first time in your life,”

His words are self-assured, concrete in their decisions, and they send a whoosh of excitement plunging through your stomach, alighting your insides with tingling cinders.

A tentative little smile molds itself to your lips and you nod in agreement—as if you ever had a say in the matter, anyway—prompting Touya to gift you with another one of those odd, unfamiliar grins of encouragement; something softer, smoother, sweeter than his usual sharp smirks, something that makes you feel calm, secure, safe.

Large hands cradle your face between calloused palms, tilting your eyes up to his own, his gaze searching your features with intent. That shimmering mirth is still present in his irises, nearly strong enough to cloak that malicious glint that sparkles just beneath the surface.

“You want this, right?”

Of course you do—you always do; you only ever want what he wants, invariably, unfailingly, faithfully.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheekbone. That shard of malice dulls a little as he watches you melt into him, so pliant, so obedient, so willing to serve.

“That’s all I ever want to be,” you admit dreamily, words floating on the sweetest little gasp of breath, masking the true vulnerability imbued in them, the raw honesty roiling at their core.

“I know,” he whispers, head dropping forward, forehead knocking against your own. He nudges your nose, nuzzling into your face a little. “I know, and you are,”

It’s unexpected, the intense bout of emotion those few, tiny words inspire within you, a sudden burst of thick appreciation, admiration, love, infusing your blood, but there isn’t a moment to dwell on it.

Because then his lips are on yours, and your fingers are tangling in inky tufts, and his hands are gripping, pulling, scratching—your ass, your hips, your thighs—before he’s hoisting you up, cradling you to his chest as your legs lock around his waist, ankles hooked, heels digging into the dimples cushioning the base of his spine, and laying you back on your pretty peppermint-pink bed, sapphire eyes practically alight with yearning as he crawls atop of you.

Sharp hips slot perfectly between your plush thighs, strong hands sliding up the smooth skin and underneath the hem of your dress, index finger tracing the silk roses embroidered in pink lace, his gentle touch igniting a dull, desperate fire in your gut.

“These are cute, but I want them off of you,” he’s breathing into your mouth, the tip of his tongue punctuating his words with little laps against your own. “I want them off of you, now,”

“Do it, do it, get rid of them, niichan,” you’re begging, hips lifting eagerly, pressing further into his own. Slender fingers tear through the dainty material like flames melding through spiderwebs, and he rips the garment from your body in one swift yank.

Coarse denim grinds against your bare cunt, rough material instantly chafing the sensitive skin, but you don’t care, back arching as you push your hips towards his again, rutting up against his hard, throbbing cock.

Because even though it hurts, it feels good, one of your legs hooking around his thigh in a desperate attempt to get closer, to get more.

It’s pathetically endearing, how needy you are for him, copious amounts of slick seeping through his jeans telling him as much, how ready you are for him after nothing more than a little bit of humping.

“You’re a little whore, y’know that? A dirty, nasty, naughty little whore, getting this fuckin’ wet at the mere thought of your big brother’s cock,” he moans, two fingers snaking between your bodies to delve into your cunt. “Fuck,” the curse cracks in his throat, shattering his voice, his eyes shutting tightly as two knuckles curl inside of you, your responding gasp of his honorific snapping his eyes open again.

“Yeah? Good?”

“Uh—Uh-huh,” you breathe out, lids already gone languid as they obscure half of your bleary irises, head nodding in slow, dumb motions.

“God, you’re such good little slut for me, aren’t you?” The words fade into a growl, the vicious contracting of his fingers, knuckles pressing into plush silken flesh, prohibiting you from forming any semblance of a coherent answer. “So wet for your niichan, so perfect and willing and ready for your niichan, huh?”

A responding tangle of words gurgles in your throat, and the coo that slips from Touya’s mouth, accompanied by the mocking worry creasing his brow and the exaggerated jutting of his bottom lip, is drenched with sugary condescension, glowing azure eyes wide, clear, alert as they catalogue every fleeting expression that glazes your features: the scrunching of your nose as you try to glue a response together, the knitting of your brows that keep going lax, loose, every time his knuckles brush that spot, the wobbling of your mouth as your sluggish tongue attempts to form transient words through pools of sticky sweet saliva.

“I don’t even need to fucking do anything, do I?” And although the words are breathy, the tone is sharp, accompanied by a smug smirk and a quirked brow. “You’re so fucking easy for your niichan, aren’t you? So fucking sexy for your niichan, how hot you get for him, his naughty little sister, his best little sister,”

The sentiment cuts through your heated flesh like a sugar-encrusted razor, stinging yet sweet, only working to heighten the pumping of his fingers, each curl of his knuckles compounded by his smooth voice, hazy as it wafts across your face.

You can feel how wet you are, slick and slippery as crystal drops roll down your thighs; can hear how wet you are, obscene squelching accompanying each of Touya’s movements, every breath Touya puffs against your skin inspiring another gushing bout of heat, drenching his fingers and staining the lines of his palm, swollen clit throbbing for his attention.

But it’s downright embarrassing, how right he truly is, humiliated tears flooding your vision, clinging to your lashes as you try to blink them away. “Y-You’re right, niichan,” you hiccup, staring up at him through a shield of sparkling water with such pure devotion it scathes him. “I don’t want your fingers, they’re not enough! I want your pretty cock inside me, please, please, I—I want it!”

“Christ,” he nearly whines, the sharpness of his tone just a moment ago dulled to a needy whimper. “Alright, baby, alright, shh, niichan’s gonna give you want you want,”

His promise pacifies your sniffled pleads, lashes fluttering as you blink those shameful tears from your eyes, vision misty and shimmering. Those massive hands are on your hips again, tacky fingers gripping you close to his body as he swiftly flips the both of you, his back pressed firmly to your mattress as you straddle his lap. Prominent hipbones pierce the supple flesh of your thighs as his hips buck up again, eager and expectant.

“Get my cock out, princess,” he instructs with another shallow thrust, sapphire glittering as he gazes up at you, raw ruby lips shining in the dim light of your bedroom as his tongue laves over them again.

Shuffling back onto his thighs, your delicate fingers find the button of his jeans, popping it open. Scalding heat floods your cheeks as your gaze lands on the puddle of wetness that has soaked into the denim, slicking the zipper.

“Yeah, look at the fucking mess you made, sweetheart,”

It’s supposed to be admonishing, but it comes out full of admiration, almost as if he’s proud of you instead of reprimanding you.

“Nah, nah, nah, don’t stop,” he chastises your now frozen hands, notes of smug satisfaction sewn into his voice at the potent embarrassment trembling in the air around you. “Do as niichan said and get his cock out.”

Nodding to yourself, you resume your ministrations, mortification diluted by his resulting praise as you obey.

His cock feels heavy in your palm, flushed pink to the tip and smoother than the most luxurious velvet, perfectly straight and garnished with a singular dewdrop of pre-cum.

And he swears to God, he’ll never tire of that look you get, every single time you pull his cock from his pants, whole expression encrusted with awe, as if you can’t believe it’s real, a pitiful insatiability glittering in your unblinking eyes, like you’re starved for him, jagged little huffs of breath exhaled through parted lips, mouth watering for him.

You’re so fucking beautiful, so fucking obedient for him, thighs tensing as your lift your body the moment he instructs you to, void of any hesitance—dedicated, diligent, desperate to please.

He keeps a secure grip on your hips as you grasp the base of his cock, holding it straight as you begin to sink down on it, a loud, stammered gasp hitching in your chest at the sudden stretch.

It’s so much bigger, so much thicker than his fingers, larger and girthier than anything you’ve ever taken before, and you swear you can feel your delicate flesh tearing with each inch further, splitting into little fissures as it yields to accommodate him.

The whine that slices your throat as he continues to push up into you is nothing short of gorgeous, strong fingers flexing on your hips while he keeps his pace steady and controlled.

“O-Oh, oh niichan, niichan, it—ah!”

A cry cuts you off as he bottoms out, the head of his cock pressed snugly to your sensitive cervix, your nails piercing through the thin cotton of his t-shirt as they scrabble against his chest, looking for any sort of stability.

“It’s so big, Touya-nii,” you whine, eyelids shutting tightly against the sting of tears, a half-hiccuped sob catching in your throat.

And you’re so cute, with the way your nose scrunches and your mouth twists as your cunt struggles to take him, pathetic little noises of pain catching in your throat as you try to swallow them down, quiet mewls and cracked whimpers that spill from your lips no matter how vigorously you try to silence them.

“Shh,” he hushes you gently, hands giving a singular firm squeeze in comfort. “You’re doing so good, baby, so good for me,”

Gritting your teeth, you nod jerkily, exhaling harshly to quell the twitching of your nose.

“I want you to start moving now,” Touya instructs, voice soothing and serene. “Can you keep being good for niichan and do that?”

Of course. Of course you can.

And you do—or, any least, you try.

But it burns, each wooden rock of your hips sending cinders searing through your gut to simmer in the pit of your stomach, every bump of his cock against your cervix procuring a dull ache that contracts at the very core of your body, a strong cramp that sends sharp pain radiating up your spine and down your thighs and straight through your heart.

It’s too painful, agony churning in your belly, bubbling up your throat, pushed higher and higher with each uneven thrust until you’re sure it’s going to spill out your mouth, the stench of blood stinging your nose, poor little cunt ripping itself wider and wider for him, avid in its mission to please.

Little hiccups—poorly suppressed sobs that manage to crawl up your throat and past your tongue—fall from your lips with each of your movements, pretty tears dripping down your cheeks, face screwed up in excruciating determination.

You think you might be getting the hang of it, but then he rolls his hips—a shallow movement, a singular thrust upward, just once—and a pained mewl fragments in your throat, coughing around the shards. Your motions stutter to a halt as the stinging at the apex of your thighs becomes too much to handle, sucking in a sharp hiss through your teeth as your head shakes.

“I can’t Touya-nii, I can’t, I can’t!”

“Oh, baby,” he coos, and despite the condescension drenching the word, his touch is tender, calloused thumbs rubbing small circles into the flesh of your waist. “You can, niichan knows you can.”

“I-I can’t!” you wail, whole body shuddering as a humiliated sob tears through it, face falling forward to be cradled by your palms. “You’re in my tummy, niichan, I swear I can—I can feel you there, it’s too—too deep, too much!”

“Alright, alright, come here,” Touya sighs resignedly, large hands wrapping around your biceps and pulling you toward his chest. You fall forward in a crumpled heap, bawling against his collarbone and he laughs—nothing mean, just a gentle soft little thing—hands petting your back, his cock twitching from the tears. “It’s okay, niichan’s got you, my little crybaby,”

His sweet insult only makes you cry harder, little fingers tangling in the cotton of his shirt, face burrowing in his strong chest as smouldering pins prick your flesh. His voice vibrates against your cheek as he hushes you, hands trailing up and down your spine in pacification.

Such uncharacteristic kindness—no fury for being unable to do what you’ve been told to do, no frustration for your whiny crying as you sob against him—is so unusual, so unlike him, that it instils a thick, dense fear at the core of your chest, cold and sticky as it encases your heart and sludges up your vertebrae.

“Why are you—Why are you being so nice to me?” you whisper, eyes reflexively closing as your body tenses in anticipation of his answer, his anger.

“Because you’re nothing more than a stupid little baby, aren’t you?” he responds easily, the question genuine, hands never stilling their ministrations. “I knew you were gonna suck at this, princess. This is pretty much exactly what I expected. I mean, fuck,” he breathes out a little chuckle, nudging your face with his shoulder. “It’s almost like you’ve never had sex at all. It’s almost as good as it would be if you were a real virgin.”

A hiccup shivers your ribs, that icy dread melting instantly in the heat of his confession, ignominy quickly taking its place again.

“So stop crying, baby,” he whispers, lips moving against your scalp. “This makes niichan very happy.”

“But I—I’m sorry, niichan,” you weep into his body, head shaking again, salt water staining your cheeks and leaking into your mouth, words garbled with spit and shame. “I can’t be good!”

“Hey,” Touya murmurs softly, the sheer concern in his voice startling you. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly, you pull your head from his body, lifting it just enough to peek at him through your lashes.

And, oh, aren’t you a fucking sight, flesh streaked with salt, hair messy and sodden with sweat, chin trembling incessantly. A palm cups your jaw, rough thumb swiping across your cheekbone, catching tears mid-stream and smearing them across your skin.

“You haven’t failed me, princess,” his eyes are burning, bright and blue and clear, void of the hazy cloud the drugs usually cast. “You hear me? You can still be good—you are still good,” he pauses, allowing his words a moment to settle in your mind. “Niichan is going to help you, okay? Will you let him do that?”

Your nodding before he’s even finished speaking, and he can’t help but murmur out praises at your pure eagerness; such a good girl for him, so keen and wanting to please, isn’t that right?

“Woah, no, no, not yet,” he chuckles as you begin to sit up again, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “The further you sit up, the deeper my cock goes,” he explains, expert hands stilling your body. “See?”

Slow and precise, he inches your body up, up, up, until a gasp lacerates the atmosphere, your whole face scrunching in pain.

“Mhmm,” you breathe with a nod, a palm instinctively pressed between your hipbones to soothe the pang, lowering yourself back to his chest, the pain ebbing away.

“So we’re going to go slow, yeah?” his palms find their designated spot on your hips again, guiding them forward. “Just small little rolls, just like that,” he grunts a little, shifting beneath you. “There you go, baby, perfect,”

The praise reinvigorates you, a ferocious determination blazing to life in your chest, reignited by your everlasting craving for his approval and admiration.

Because you want nothing more than to make him proud, residual sniffles catching in your chest as you follow his lead, hips slow and steady as you begin to ride him again. It still hurts, fat dewdrops of tears streaming down your face, but you persevere for him, forcing your body to sit up, movements never halting.

His eyes shine with a peculiar little glimmer as he stares up at you, something soft and pretty swirling in the lust-tinged cobalt, something you’ve never seen before.

It’s something close to admiration, but not quite, something that murmurs about how pathetically precious you are, clueless and terrible and hurting, yet you endure it; you endure it all, just for him, only for him.

“You’re so…beautiful,” he breathes, calloused thumb swiping through your tears, gathering the salt on his fingertip before sticking it in his mouth. “You’re so fucking hot,”

His hands stay put on your body, continuing to mentor you, subtly readjusting the angle of your hips as you work at building up a rhythm until he finds whatever he’s looking for, indicated by a loud gasp and sweet little shudder, hips jerking a little.

A smirk crawls across his face, full of knowledge. “That feel good, baby?”

Yes, your nodding in quick little motions, eyes rolling back as the head of his cock brushes over that spot again. Yes, yes, yes, it feels so good.

“C’mon, use your words, niichan wants to hear it.”

“Yes, niichan, yes, it—it feels really good, it’s—” a moan cuts you off, movements beginning to speed up on their own accord, yearning for more of that intense pleasure.

It feels better than anything you’ve ever felt before—better than his fingers, better than his tongue, better than his thigh, better than any of it, than all of it combined, each stroke of his cock sending intoxicating sparks zipping through your veins, alighting your entire body.

It’s the same spot that he always seems to find with his fingers, you think, but this feels immensely better, compounded by the stretch of his cock and the grinding of your clit against his pubic bone.

“Ah, there you go,” Touya says, and his voice is warm, almost as if he’s happy you’re feeling good. “That’s it, you’re doing it, yeah, make yourself feel good, make yourself feel good for niichan,”

You’re nodding to yourself, sweet little whimpers falling from your lips as you push your hips to move faster, starting to really bounce on his cock. The tears staining your face have dried into crusted trails of salt, eyes glistening with lingering pain, kept safe behind your lashes, sobs diminished to the occasional sniffle, peppered artfully throughout your sounds of pleasure.

It’s Touya’s favourite sound in the whole fucking world.

“Look at my beautiful baby riding my cock, such a good little whore for me, doing so well,” he grunts, the grip on your hips tightening infinitesimally.

Because while you may be on top, his hands never leave your hips, never fully allowing you to take control, always keeping the reigns safe and secure in his palms.

“There you go, all you needed was someone to help you, yeah? Someone to bring out that inherent slut buried deep within you, huh? Fuckin’ Christ,” he groans. “Bet that fucking frat boy didn’t even know what a perfect slut he had on his hands. Because you’re only a perfect little slut for your big brother, isn’t that right?”

“For you, for you, only for you, niichan,” you’re babbling out, head nodding in loose little motions.

“You’re goddamn right, only for me.”

And he looks absolutely breathtaking beneath you, sapphire eyes lidded and shining in the dim light, pupils blown and voracious as they devour you, breathy words pouring from saliva-soaked lips, strands of soft ink strewn across your lace trimmed pillows, framing his head like a spiky halo of onyx.

It doesn’t take long after he finds your g-spot before you’re cumming pathetically hard, pathetically loud, pathetically quickly.

“Oh, oh niichan, I—It’s—ah!”

“Gonna cream all over my cock, baby?” he asks, and his eyes are wide, glittering with anticipation.

“Uh—Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he orders, somehow both harsh and sweet, words spit from his mouth, impatient and eager as strong hands force your hips to speed up. “Fucking cum all over me, show me how gorgeous you look, gushing on a cock,”

His voice drips with authority, has your cunt submitting to it’s master in two seconds flat, whole body convulsing as you make a mess all over his cock, pussy clenching with such vigour it’s almost painful.

It forces the most glorious sound from Touya’s throat, though—a sound you’ve never heard him make before, a sound that has your entire stomach fluttering—as his head tilts back and his neck arches, Adam’s apple bobbing, prominent collarbone coated in intricate ink heaving with the moan.

Everything feels hazy, dreamy, as a special type of bliss rushes through your veins, so hot it burns, melting your bones and you collapse against his chest, body gone pliant.

You’re still grinding against him, rubbing the head of his cock against that spot over and over again even as it sends vicious judders of overstimulation rippling through your entire body, and he murmurs something into your hair, something about how fucking greedy you are, a large hand smoothing down your damp back.

You want to tell Touya how unbelievably incredible that was, how good it felt, how you want to do that every single day with him for the rest of your lives, but your tongue doesn’t seem to want to cooperate, turned heavy and sluggish in your mouth, stunned into silence by such immense pleasure.

Exhaustion tugs at the corners of your consciousness, weighting your eyelids as they begin to droop, face nuzzling into Touya’s chest.

But he rips you from serenity’s grasp half a moment later, suddenly shifting beneath you, a low whine sounding in your throat as his cock—still hard and throbbing—slips out of you, no longer acting as that warm, comforting plug that kept some of your juices safely inside, slick leaking out of you in cold little dollops.

Chills skitter across your skin, shivering at the loss of Touya’s heat, but then his hands are on you again, flipping you over, face pressed into your pillow.

He’s saying something as those rough hands curl around your hips and yank them up, a knee shoving at your own to widen your thighs, but it all sounds muddled, ears tuning in and out of his frequency, only catching bits of his sentences.

“…Fucked dumb…Fucking stupid from my…That’s all it takes, huh?”

Shutting your eyes tightly, you force yourself to concentrate, to focus, focus on niichan’s voice and decipher what he’s saying, be good for him and listen.

“Aw, that’s cute,” he says, but his voice is harsh, mean, razored by condescension, all of that abnormal kindness from earlier incinerated to ash in an instant. “You’re already so fucked out! So good for me, so easy,” his hands roam your ass, kneading the flesh as they go. “But we’re just getting started, baby,” a flat palm collides with your skin, the resounding slap echoing throughout the room, Touya speaking over it. “Wake up.”

The spank sends jolts searing through your veins, buzzing little sparks of pain that eat up any fatigue, stunning you awake.

Your arms tremble as you push yourself up just enough to glance back at him, sleep-tinged confusion written into your pretty features.

“It’s niichan’s turn now.”

The smile on his face is terrifying, stretched sharp and wide across his cheeks, but it doesn’t stop your stomach from squeezing in anticipation, in desperation, forever starved for him.

He must see something in your eyes, must read something in your expression, because he pauses, an odd little gleam shining in his gaze again, body blanketing yours as he leans forward to catch your chin and smash your lips together.

It’s nothing more than a brutal little peck, and you nearly strain your neck trying to follow his mouth, but then he’s pushing on the space between your shoulder blades again, shoving you back into the mattress.

“I want you to be a good girl and keep your head down and hips up,” he’s instructing as the head of his cock bumps against your hole. “Y’think you can do that for me?”

“Yes, niichan,” you’re responding instantly, words muffled by the pillow, head nodding frantically to accentuate your point.

He laughs again—something short, something soft and just for him—before he buries his cock in your cute little cunt in one swift thrust.

A yelp shatters in your throat, tangled in threads of saliva as it oozes into the fabric of your pillow, eyes snapping open.

This—This is so much deeper.

The pain is unimaginable, little hole stinging as it splits open for him again, but Touya doesn’t allow you a moment to meditate on it, a moment to voice your concerns at all, hips setting a ruthless pace right from the start.

Broken little cries, fragmented by the constant pumping of his hips, pour from your mouth, a steady stream of sweet agony drooled out into your mattress as his cockhead slams against your sore cervix.

The pain is unimaginable, but it’s also so fucking good, Touya having expertly angled his hips to ensure that his cock strokes that spot with each pound into you, sending thorns of pain-tinged pleasure shooting through your flesh. It’s impressive; he knows your own body better than you do, already, a fact that should frighten you, a fact that doesn’t.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until a sob claws at your chest, too lost in the sensations of it all—his bruising fingers writing his name all across your body in brilliant hues of blue; and his slamming hips, so harsh, so brutal they have your fingers tangling tightly in the sheets, every muscle in your body quivering as you try your best not to be jostled up the mattress; and his sharp teeth, sinking into your shoulder hard enough to slice through the flesh—drowning in the overstimulation, intoxicated by the exhilaration of pain and pleasure melding together and becoming one, brain turned to delightful mush.

“Yeah,” Touya breathes, and he sounds so beautiful, your chest aching at the thought of not being able to see him. “That’s it, take my cock. Take my cock like the good little slut you are.”

You whine, high and needy as your head nods lethargically. Anything for you, niichan.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly, unexpectedly, a burst of flames that lick through your veins and coil around your organs, embracing them in suffocating heat and pulsing in time with your pussy.

Everything feels hazy, body gone numb, vision blurring at the edges as you struggle to stay alert, desperate to hear him cum, to feel him cum.

It only takes another three sharp pistons of his hips before he’s spilling himself into you, stuffing you full of thick, burning cream, cock throbbing with the weak stuttering of his hips, a vicious shudder coursing through his flesh as a cracked whimper of your name sounds in deep his throat.

And oh, it feels fucking incredible, feels better than you could’ve ever imagined, the way he crams you so full of cum that it must be overflowing—into your tummy and down your thighs and all over the sheets.

It’s not enough, you want more, hips wiggling back against him in a pitiful attempt, a hiss spit from between his teeth.

“Christ, princess,” he pants out, though you can hear it, the notes of amusement, of adoration, infused in his tone. “You’ve already milked niichan for all the cum he’s got.”

“Want more, niichan,” you mumble into the puddle of drool saturating your sheets, cheeks and chin shining.

He chuckles a little—just a soft sound that dances on his tongue full of fondness and laced with disbelief—as he pulls out of you, a bratty whine falling from your lips.

“Listen,” he tells you as he turns you over slowly, gently, more gentle than he’s ever been before, more gentle than you ever thought him capable of. “Niichan will give you more very soon, okay? I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Yeah, baby,” he says, thumb brushing sweat-soaked hair from your temple. “Pinky promise.”

A sigh escapes your lips, whole chest deflating with the weight of it as your eyes slip shut, a pleasant little smile melded to your mouth. “Good,” you murmur out, words garbled and thick with spit. “B’cause that—that was s’yummy.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he responds as he pulls your quivering body against his own, an arm wrapped tightly around your waist as the other hoists your comforter over your entwined forms.

A content little hum vibrates in your throat as you snuggle into him, a thigh hitched over his waist, a leg hooked around him, lips dropping a few sloppy kisses along his collarbone.

“Love you, niichan.”

It’s nothing more than a huff of warm breath wafting over his skin, so soft he would’ve missed it had he not been so close to you, and his blood turns to shards of ice in his veins, whole body frozen, stiff and rigid.

You don’t notice, already drifted into the clutches of sweet unconsciousness, the confession having slipped from your lips just as sleep took hold.

His heart rattles his rib cage, thumping hard and uneven against the bone, blood rushing in his ears, breath stagnating in his lungs.

Love him?

Panic alights every nerve in his body, cackling with sharp sparks of electricity, an urgent buzz zipping through the ice that had been coating his blood.

Love him?

No. This was never supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to fall for him, not this hard, not this real. You were only supposed to be a toy to be won, a piece of prey to be captured, a prize to be attained, played with, tarnished, then thrown away.

You are, aren’t you?

But you love him.

Echoes of the sentiment stick in his throat, but he can’t say it back—can’t even pretend it’s said in a familial sense, because he knows it isn’t—not yet, not even as the thought births a ball of pure sunshine in his chest; warm, true, right.

Too warm, too true, too right, too real, unfamiliar letters sharp as they claw up his throat and at the back of his tongue, tearing him apart from the inside out.

He should get up and leave. He should put some distance between the two of you, put some powder up his nose and pills down his throat as he tries to figure out what the fuck is going on here.

Except weak fingers are knotted in his t-shirt, an iron grasp that he’s hopeless of breaking, even if he wanted to.

And he doesn’t want to.

And that, that terrifies him most of all.

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #bnha smut #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya smut #tw:stepcest #tw:dubcon #tw:dacryphilia #tw:toxic relationship #ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYY MY FRIENDS

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Halloween Date With The MHA Boys' + Their Favorite Candies

Happy (early) Halloween ! I wanted to push this out for you guys now since I won't have time tomorrow.

Hope you all enjoy this sweet Halloween treat !

(Oh and btw, be prepared for the favorite candy sections to be a little on the...punny side >.<)

Izuku Midoriya:

Would undoubtedly wanna go trick or treating with you like the dorky adorable little broccoli boy he is.

Aside from also being a child at heart, your answer is obviously yes because let's be honest…

Who's gonna say no to free candy???

You make it a date and decide to get ready at his apartment, deciding to go out a little later when there are less children around and more people that are around your age.

You both decided on wearing complimentary costumes because #couplegoals. Angel and devil, police officer and inmate, doctor and nurse. You get the picture. But the costumes don’t hide everything, and you still get asked for autographs by a few very perceptive children. You and Izuku don’t mind in the slightest though, as it only adds to the fun.

Admiring all the Halloween displays and decorations with a collection of selfies in front of the best ones. His favorite consists of you and him in front of a giant, orange, glowing cat that's in the shape of a pumpkin.

You find out that a lot of older couples live in his neighborhood and you both get endless compliments about how cute you both are together and it leaves Izuku a stuttering mess while you laugh and give them your thanks.

Oh and he holds your hand the ENTIRE time, swinging it back and forth, only taking breaks when the walkway to the houses are too narrow for you both to walk through.

Will hold your candy bucket for you when it gets too heavy. Because he will make sure you guys hit EVERY house.

“Izuku?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“My feet hurt.”

That’s literally all you have to say before this boy lifts you up and carries you back to his apartment where it's candy and cuddles for the rest of the night. And though Halloween was over, you didn’t miss Izuku mumbling in his sleep about what kind of costumes you would both dress up in next year.

Izuku's Favorite Candies: Nerds, Sweet Tarts, Cry Babies (lol), Pez (especially the ones with the All Might themed dispensers), Sugar Babies, and Life Savers.

Bakugou Katsuki:

Despite being such a hothead, Bakugou can actually find it in himself to enjoy Halloween.

During the day, he has fun scaring the living shit out of his classmates with spooky masks, regardless of how much backlash he gets. He gets you a few times as well, but it's obvious he goes a bit easier on you because you’re, and he quotes, “One of the few people he can actually tolerate.”

He had invited you over that night to spend the evening with him so you thought maybe you were gonna go to a Halloween party or some spooky graveyard…

But when you got to his house, the last thing you were expecting was to see a mountain of scary and Halloween themed movies piled high on the coffee table in his living room, along with a bowl of popcorn, soda, a selection of candy, and Bakugou with a shit eating Jack-o-Lantern grin on face.

“Are we…gonna watch all of these?”

‘Well duh. Why? You got something else to do?”

Shocked you were indeed, but the excitement was overflowing.

It was hard to pick which movie to watch first since he had such an extensive collection, but you both decided to kick things off with the classic “The Nightmare Before Christmas”.

After that, “Carrie”, “IT”, “Annabelle”, even some of the “Saw” movies.

Name it, and Bakugou had it.

You sat on the sofa between his legs the entire time, bowl of popcorn in your lap, and you silently fed him pieces of the salty snack while he unwrapped and fed you bits of candy.

It was the perfect way to spend Halloween and you wished you could have gone at it all night, but after the 7th film, you had promptly knocked out against Bakugou’s chest, popcorn bowl empty. But instead of waking you up, he merely shut off the T.V and covered both your bodies with a blanket, kissing your forehead.

“Happy Halloween…idiot.”

Bakugou's Favorite Candies: Pop Rocks (cuz little explosions), Starbursts, Blow Pops, Atomic Fireballs, Sour Patch Kids, and WarHeads (he likes to challenge himself with the sour stuff).

Shoto Todoroki:

Ohhh Shoto…our dear little Shoto…

It doesn’t come as a surprise to you when he comes up to you after school and asks you why the school’s halls and classrooms are decorated with pumpkins and little paper ghosts and black and orange streamers. Why some people are already exchanging candy and telling scary stories at lunch.

You simply smile and say, “It’s Halloween!”

“Oh…”

It’s not that he didn’t know what Hallowen was, he explained to you. He just wasn’t accustomed to it or aware of what occurred during the holiday itself. And with how he grew up, it made sense. So you decided it was time to change that.

You told him to meet you at your apartment at 5, not giving him any more details than that, and when he arrived, you took him by the hand and led him towards one of the best places you could possibly think of to give him a proper introduction to the spookiest night of the year.

The Pumpkin Patch.

Upon arriving, Shoto seemed absolutely awestruck at all the different things there were to do. You hadn’t been at the Pumpkin Patch awhile yourself so it was a super nostalgic feeling, almost like it was your first time there. So you made sure to make the most of it.

The corn maze, hayride, petting zoo (to which you found out that Shoto is a major softie for animals), and of course, pumpkin carving. There was a section of tables laid out for guests to sit at along with a collection of different tools to use, so you helped him pick a pumpkin and gave him his first carving lesson.

It was so cute watching his expressions. How his brow would furrow when he tried removing the guts and how his tongue would poke out when he began working on the face. You almost forgot you had your own pumpkin to carve.

You both finished in a reasonable time and left in the later evening, hand in hand as the stars twinkled above you.

“So what did you think? Did you have fun?”

You were expecting a nod, or a quick little hum.

But he straight whisked you off your feet and into his arms, and the smile on his face was allllll the confirmation you needed.

Shoto's Favorite Candies: Junior Mints, Twizzlers, Hot Tamales, Sno Caps (perfect right?), Raisinets, and Peppermints (literally Shoto if he were a candy)

Eijirou Kirishima:

It’s obvious to anyone that sharkie boy looooves Halloween.

He’s claimed to you on several occasions that it’s his favorite holiday and that getting the chance to spend it with you only makes it better.

And how does Eijirou spend Halloween? Two words.

Haunted Houses.

“There’s a spot in my neighborhood where people set up all different kinds!” he tells you, “And they take up the whollllllle block. It’s a blast!”

And thus the date was a foot. Because you loved haunted houses too. (A/N: Sorry if you don’t! This was just the first thing that came to mind >.<)

He picked you up that night and away you went, ready to get your scare-factor on.

Now, as much as you loved haunted houses, you weren’t going to lie. They could get a little freaky sometimes.

But leave it to Eijirou to fix that problem right up.

“If you get scared babe, just let me know!” he pointed to himself with a grin, “Afterall, I wouldn’t be much of a man if I can’t protect the person I care about most!”

And you weren’t about to say no to the invitation.

You stuck to him like glue, laughing and screaming through every house you went through, even going through them more than once because of how much fun you were both having.

It was well into the night before you both decided to call it, your throats raw and blood pumping from the adrenaline. But even in your stupor, Eijrou still managed to take your breath away once he brought you back to your apartment, his arms circled around you in a goodbye hug.

“And just think,” he whispered brightly, kissing your cheek, “When we get married and start living together, we can set up our own haunted house!”

You bury your burning face in his neck.

“E-Eiji!”

Eijirou's Favorite Candies: Rock Candy (duh), Jawbreakers, Crunch Bar, Red Vines (ofc he'd like a candy with part of his hero name in it), Rocky Road Bar, and Everlasting Gobstoppers.

Denki Kaminari:

As far as Denki is concerned, you can’t celebrate Halloween without a good time. And to him, the best way to do that is with a party!

His family throws one every year apparently and he’ll want to invite everyone he knows over to his place for the event, and that includes his ray sunshine.

Hint, hint. That’s you.

“You’ll come right? You have to! Please, Y/N, please!”

He’s so adorably persistent, eyes all puppy dog wide and hands folded. Your answer is obvious, and it had his sending sparks of happiness throughout the cafeteria where you both currently resided..

“D-Denki! Calm down or else you’ll-”

“EHEHEHEHEHEH!!!!!”

Jirou’s laughs echoed in the background and you stifled a groan as you began your trek to the nurses office with your short-circuited boyfriend dangling against your shoulder.

Halloween rolled by over the course of a few days, and upon arriving at Denki's residence, you were completely in awe of the change of scenery.

What was once a normal looking house was now an area that practically screamed ‘Halloween’.

Costumes, decorations, snacks, bowels filled with candy, games, music, even a wooden barrel for bobbing for apples!

The Kaminari family sure took things to the extreme, but nonetheless, it was still loads of fun.

All of your classmates showed up, as well as a few other members of Kaminari’s family from different cities.

So of COURSE, he had to introduce you to everyone.

“This is Y/N,” he would say proudly, “The cutest, most amazing, most wonderful, most beautiful, most talented most-mmph!”

You loved him. You really did. But that didn't stop you from making a mental note for something you never thought you’d need for future reference.

Not only are candy apples delicious, but they work wonders for shutting people up.

Denki's Favorite Candies: Dum Dums (if you know you know), Whatchamacallit, Airheads (again, if you know, you know), Goobers, Laffy Taffy, and Snickers.

#mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha fluff #happy halloweeeeeeen #happy halloween #izuku midoria x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #reader insert #headcannons #mha headcanons #halloween date #mha boys

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