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trektraveler · 3 years ago

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Practically Magic

Chapter Two: Bippity, Boppity, Boo

Summary: Growing up in the same tiny mountain town, Y/N Owens and Dean Winchester despised each other. The only thing they ever agreed on was their need to escape. Life took them in opposite directions and neither of them ever looked back. So, when their paths cross over a series of gruesome murders in their hometown it was no surprise that old friction heated up again.

Dean never dreamed he’d be teaming up with a psychic, the FBI frowned on that sort of thing, but he was desperate. When that psychic turned out to be Y/N Owens, Dean knew two things for sure. One, Y/N was the real deal and two, he was in real trouble.

Pairing: Agent!Dean x Psychic!Reader, Dean x Reader, AU Dean x You Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer

Warnings: Slow Burn, Serial Killer Elements, Witches, Haters to Lovers, Claustrophobic Elements, Murder Scenes

Author’s Notes: This is an AU taking elements from the film Practical Magic and applying them to a fictional world where Dean Winchester is an FBI Agent. You will find parallels from that movie here, some quotes and other elements that capture the essence of the world of the Owens Witches. Hopefully! Additional Author's Notes: This is a unique reader insert story as I have given the reader a physical description including hair color, eye color and body type. Additional Additional Author's Notes: This was originally all one chapter and then I realized how long it was so you get two chapters posting at once! Call it an early Halloween present! Thank you all for your enthusiasm in anticipation of this story, hope you love it! Chapter One: Bippity, Boppity, Boo Word Count: 3496

“And the moon tonight, there’s a circle around it, a sign of trouble not far behind.” – Sally Owens, Practical Magic

Dean pulled at the bow tie that threatened to strangle him, “I feel like I’m going to the damn prom.”

Sam chuckled at his brother as they headed towards the beckoning lights of The Compendium. “You were the one who decided to wear black tie.”

“It was either this or get an actual costume. Seriously, a costume party for adults… its stupid.”

“I figured you’d finally get to put your Batsuit to use.”

“Someone else is bound to show up as Batman and then I’d look like a douche,” Dean grumbled. “Why can’t I just wear a uniform like you?”

Sam stood a little taller and pulled down his sheriff’s shirt. Looking both proud and smug. “Because you aren’t a sheriff, unless you want me to deputize you. Of course, that would make me your boss.”

Dean shifted slightly and felt the comforting pull of his FBI issue firearm under his tuxedo. “Pass. I already got a day job.”

Sam didn’t respond. He knew there was only thing that would ever pull his brother back to Silverton. After an eighteen-year absence, Dean Winchester was home on a case. Multiple murders. All women with similar builds and injuries. A serial killer. Dean was one of the bureau’s top agents and given his personal connection to the area, he was immediately sent out into the field.

As they reached the entrance, the double doors swung wide. Seemingly of their own accord. Dean rolled his eyes while Sam chuckled. Dean never had any use for the magic crap the Owens’ were known for. All smoke and mirrors as far as he was concerned. Sideshow parlor tricks to swindle gullible people out of their money. Where Sam was more open minded and curious, Dean considered it borderline fraud.

The place was decked out to the nines. The seemingly endless inventory had been cleared away, leaving the space completely open. High-top tables were scattered around with displays of flickering jack-o-lanterns, sprays of crimson roses and raven feathers. The whole place was lit by candlelight. Massive gothic candelabras of silver and iron held ivory tapers. Overhead, candles of every shape and size seemed to float in mid-air. Silhouettes of witches riding broomsticks and howling ghosts skimmed along the walls. The sweet smell of apple cider and incense perfumed the air. There was already a good-sized crowd of people, all in costume.

Dean sharp gaze traveled around the packed room, “It’s like Harry Potter threw up in here.”

“Gentlemen.”

Both brothers turned to see a buxom woman in a long, tight black dress and a glittery, red mask. She gave a sultry smile and held out a basket of assorted masks.

“I don’t think so, Morticia.” Dean deadpanned.

“It is a costumed gala, and the veil is thinning,” she purred through painted lips. “It will offer you protection from any wayward spirits. It’s also a requirement for anyone partaking in this evening’s festivities.”

Sam and Dean each chose a plain, black mask that covered their eyes but left the rest of their faces exposed.

Exchanging no words, they set off in opposite directions. Sam was there in official capacity, as were the rest of the local law enforcement. It was to be expected with this many people gathered in one place, many of them from out of town. Add to it the open bar and the wait staff passing through the crowd with bottomless glasses of champagne. It was a powder keg for public intoxication.

Dean had come up against yet another dead end in his case. Three weeks of investigation had turned up nothing. He was tired and frustrated. Tonight, was a way to take his mind off of it for a while, clear his head and hopefully come at the thing from another angle. He loathed crowds, but he grudgingly agreed to help keep an eye on things for Sam. Even in an unofficial capacity.

He was halfway to the bar when he spotted her, the witch. There was an aura around her, a glow that made everyone else in the room fade into the background. Perhaps it was the candlelight that made her skin shimmer like gold. Perhaps he’d been working too hard. Either way, he didn’t care. Dean was mesmerized, he couldn’t look away if he wanted to.

Dazzling. That was the word, she was dazzling.

Dean kept his distance as he observed. Call it reconnaissance. She wasn’t in black, as would be expected. She wore the darkest, midnight blue. It gave a level of sophistication to a classic costume. The strapless cocktail dress clung to her curves, hitting mid-thigh and dipping low in the back. The over-sized conical witch’s hat was set at an angle to frame her face. Like Dean, she wore a half-mask only hers was formed of dozens of tiny, shimmering silver and gold stars.

She laughed openly, her whole body reverberating with the sound. She was talking with a trio of women in Greek togas. They all held champagne flutes in their hands, although hers was nearly full. She kept raising it to her lips, but never took a sip as she listened to her companions. After a few minutes, she excused herself and worked her way through the party.

The corner of Dean’s mouth quirked when she casually dumped her champagne into a potted palm and set the empty glass on a tray that passed by. He followed the point of the witch’s hat as it bobbed over the heads of party goers, finally stopping at the bar. Drawing closer, he could make out a delicate tattoo that started at the nape of her neck and traced down her spine. An image popped in his mind of following that swirling design with his fingers and then his tongue.

He was absolutely captivated. A superstitious man would call is witchcraft. Ever practical, Dean simply saw it as curiosity mixed with healthy desire.

You never liked champagne. Donna had spared no expense and ordered endless cases of the good stuff. It was the bubbles; they went right to your head making it impossible to keep a handle on your buzz. Not that it mattered, Donna insisted, and Gran agreed. As it turned out, your publicist and your grandmother got along famously, and it didn’t take them long to gang up on you.

In a few days’ time, they’d managed to put together the most lavish event you’d ever been to. At first, you were a bit embarrassed by all the fuss; then you saw how much fun they were having. You loved them both dearly and if going full on Hocus Pocus made them smile, you were happy to comply.

So, you put on the dress. The dress. The one that showed off more of you than anyone in this town had ever seen. The one that no matter how much you fidgeted, Donna insisted looked hot enough to set the world on fire. You put on the sky-high Jimmy Choo’s and the ridiculously over-sized witchy hat and played your part.

You were already a little tipsy when you reached the bar. You never were any good with crowds and this one was filled with relatives, Hollywood agents, actors, and fans. In short, everyone wanted a piece of you. The pressure was ratcheting up by the minute and you desperately wanted to escape.

Leaning on the polished edge of the bar to relieve some of the weight on your feet, you signaled to the bartender. “Bourbon, neat.”

“Make it two.”

You looked over your shoulder and saw a tuxedoed man standing behind you. He looked like one of those old time Hollywood movie stars. Tall and broad, with a square jaw and a five o’clock shadow.

God he’s handsome!

It was obvious, even with half his face covered by a party mask. There was a tug of something familiar, but you brushed it off. It was to be expected, you were home, after all. Everyone here was connected to you one way or another.

“No martini, Mr. Bond?”

“What gave me away, exploding cufflinks?”

“Laser beam wristwatch.”

Dean’s grin grew as he drew closer. “Damn, so much for incognito.”

You turned to face him, leaning back and resting your elbows against the bar. “Yup, your cover’s blown, 007.”

He was really close to you now. You could make out the sharpness of his cologne over the burning sage and candle wax. Heat radiated through his suit and warmed the bare skin of your arm. Maybe it was the champagne making you bold, or masks you both wore. Either way, you didn’t shy away as you normally would. You were drawn right in.

“You have me at a disadvantage,” Dean said, his voice low and rich. “You know me, but I don’t know you.”

You cocked your head playfully, “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize me.”

Dean suddenly remembered where he was. He grew up in Silverton, went to school here. Had neighbors and friends. There was a good chance he knew this mystery woman, perhaps knew her well. After all, he was no saint. Then or now.

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m Samantha.”

“Samantha,” Dean repeated, his mind running through the rolodex.

“From Bewitched,” you said with a laugh, knowing you had him sweating.

“Samantha was a blonde,” he pointed out.

“Samantha was a witch,” you picked up the glasses of bourbon and handed one to him. “Meaning… she can be whatever she likes.”

Dean took the glass and clinked with yours, “Well, here’s to the witches.”

“To the witches,” you hummed slightly as you savored the smooth, smoky flavor that slid down your throat. You studied the masked man beside you. He wasn’t family, that was obvious. There was something very familiar about him, though. You were certain you’d know him at a glance, if the alcohol wasn’t buzzing your brain.

You felt suddenly flushed as the whiskey warmth spread from your belly. “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”

“Oh, it’s definitely you, Sweetheart.”

Your heart sped up. You couldn’t make out his eyes because of the mask, but you could feel the heat of his gaze traveling up and down your body. The slow, steady smile that spread over his face went right to your gut. You knew him. There was no doubt now, this man was here for you.

You grabbed his free hand, encouraged by the slight zing caused by the contact of his palm against yours. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?” Dean asked, letting you pull him along towards the back of the shop. He felt a little like a teenager sneaking out after curfew.

Your grin was mischievous as you popped open a hidden door that was built into the wood paneling.

“It’s a secret,” you whispered, tugging him gently up a narrow staircase.

There was another door at the top and when you opened it, night air rushed in. Crisp and cool. You led him out onto a small balcony with a curved, iron railing and a clear view of the night sky. It was warm for this time of the year, but still a relief from the oppressive hot house inside.

Dean was surprised. He knew every inch of this town. Hell, he’d ditched school so often he found every hiding place that could be found and a few that couldn’t. Never had he noticed this part of the building.

“I had no idea this was here.”

“Of course not,” you went to the railing and drew in a deep breath of night air. “It’s a magic door, only appears when you need it.”

Dean barked out a laugh, “Great, more frickin’ Hogwarts.”

“Not a fan of magic?”

“Some parts aren’t so bad,” he murmured, running a finger over the brim of your hat.

“Hmm.” You considered him for a long moment. Enjoying the warm, fluttering feeling that grew in your belly when he got close. It had been ages since a man had affected you like this. It felt nice, really nice.

“So, if you don’t like magic and you don’t like crowds, why are you here?”

He tilted his head, “What makes you think I don’t like crowds?”

You lifted one shoulder in a shrug, “I’m a loner, I recognize one of my own.”

Dean leaned his hip against the railing, “Well, you’re right. Truth is, I wasn’t sure why I came tonight. Meeting you, I think I may have a clue.”

He traced a single finger up your arm to your shoulder. His touch was warm, and your skin zinged again at the contact. The slight exchange of energy a sign that this man was someone special. Someone important.

His fingers followed the line of your neck and ghosted over your jaw. His touch was nearly hypnotic. Amusing, that a man who didn’t like magic could wield it so easily. The debonair grin he flirted with was gone, replaced by a far more serious look. Moonlight danced over the angles of his face, causing you to realize three things at once. One, he was a handsome devil. Two, he was going to kiss you. And three, you desperately wanted him to.

Good things come in threes!

Your latent witch’s instinct had you glance up at the moon. It was full tonight and loomed big and bright amongst the stars. Good bourbon, the company of an attractive man, the celebration of your professional success. You were beginning to wonder why you’d been so opposed to this event in the first place. It was then you noticed the slim, silver ring around the moon.

And the moon tonight, there’s a circle around it, a sign of trouble not far behind.

Dean’s lips were just a breath away from yours when a loud voice interrupted the ambient music over the sound system.

“Y/N Owens! Get your adorable, New-York-Times-Best-selling-ass to the stage before we all turn into pumpkins!”

You gasped and the spell was broken. “Oh shit! I’m late!”

Dean’s face went slack with disbelief. He’s brain desperately tried to reconcile the desirable woman in front of him with the awkward, pig-tailed girl he knew from his childhood. Son of a bitch!

“Y/N?”

You were already rushing to the door, when you paused as if you’d forgotten something. Using the momentum of the rare confidence you felt only moments ago, you strode back to the bewildered man, grabbed him by the lapels of his tux and crushed your mouth to his.

Dean was still in shock over your identity, but quickly recovered. His hands slid around your back, pressing you to him. His tongue darted out and begged entrance, which you granted with a sigh. He could still taste the whiskey on your tongue and something sweeter that was unique to you. Your fingers were in his hair, sending tingles down his spine. You were everywhere. You invaded every one of his senses. You tasted like honey and smelled like flowers. He felt drunk and it wasn’t to do with the bourbon.

You pulled back and gave him a winning grin, “Happy Halloween.”

He was still picking his jaw up off the floor when you were already out the door and down the stairs. You were a fast little thing; in spite of those ridiculous high heels you were wearing. Dean hung towards the back of the room, watching as you headed towards the stage where the band had been playing. Your hips swaying with each decisive step. You smiled widely and waved to the crowd who was enthusiastically applauding your arrival. He could see a flash of the girl you had been then in that delighted, kid on Christmas morning, smile.

You walked to the center of the stage and met a blonde woman dressed as an Egyptian queen. You hugged her tightly before taking the microphone to address the room. You were so sure of yourself… when did that happen? The girl Dean remembered was so shy she barely spoke to anyone except him and his brother. Not to mention the kiss you gave him was so hot he forgot his own name! What the hell was going on?!

You looked out upon the crowd of costumed party goers and found many familiar souls. Many of them family, members of the community, people you never thought you’d be welcomed by. Now here they all were in support of you, of the books you created that held such a special place in your heart. Until now, you never realized how much you wanted their approval. How badly you wanted to be worthy of them. You took a moment and allowed the immense gratitude that swelled in your heart to wash over you. This would be a night that you would surely treasure for the rest of your life.

“Good evening and welcome to The Compendium. As a child, I spent countless hours here exploring the mysterious oddities that were tucked away on dusty shelves. I lost myself in books about elvish folktales. And I played hide and seek with the invisible fairy folk that danced in sunbeams. Little did I know that all of that all of that magic was really the seeds of stories being sewn.”

“The Witch in the Well is the accumulation of my formative years spent in this place, as seen through the eyes of someone who loves it dearly. It should be no surprise that it was so well received, and now the rest of the world knows what we always have. Silverton is the place where magic comes alive!”

As the applause swelled up, you took a deep breath and centered yourself. Over the cheers you could hear the grandfather clock strike midnight. You called up the ancient power that flowed in your veins and held up your hands.

“Tonight, I am proud to announce the release of my second book, The Daughter of Swords. And to those of you who came tonight in hopes glimpsing a real witch…. Tonight, is your lucky night. Bippity, boppity, boo!”

You snapped your fingers and a thick plume of violet smoke swirled around you, when it cleared, your mask and hat were gone and there was a twelve-foot tower of freshly printed books beside you. There was delighted laughter from the crowd as they found their own masks whisked away and an autographed copy of your second book in their hands.

Your success was short lived. A sudden cold, harsh wind blew through and extinguished all the candles at once, plunging the room into complete darkness. The laughter turned to nervous chatter when it became evident that this was not part of the festivities planned for the night. People began bumping into each other and you could hear Donna’s voice call out for everyone to stay put while they got the lights going.

“Hells bells,” muttered your grandmother. A room full of witches and none of them had the sense to simply relight the candles. It was a charm even a child could perform. She waved her hand over her head, “Fuego!”

As the candle wicks sizzled and flickered to life again, several terrified screams ripped through the air and then chaos. People were shoving each other, trying to get to the door. Screaming and crying, one of your elderly cousins fainted on the spot.

Your utter confusion soon gave way to horror as you saw what they did. In the middle of the floor was the body of a young woman. She wore an elaborate white wedding dress, complete with a tiara and veil. A bouquet of lilies and meadowsweet clutched in her hands. She looked like a princess. Laid out, as if she were an offering to the gods of old.

And she was frozen solid. A thin layer of frost coated her skin and clothes. Her body was so cold that white wisps rolled off of her and turned to mist in the warm air.

The scene was so deliberate and grotesque that it was almost beautiful. Murder, as art. You felt sick.

“Everyone stay where you are and stay calm,” Sam called out, commanding his deputies to restore order and secure the exits.

Donna was back at your side, clutching your arm and rattling about something. But you couldn’t focus on that, all your attention was on the man you’d kissed under the moon only minutes ago. He was standing near the body, talking with Bobby. A grim expression on his face. A face no longer hidden by a black mask. A face you knew well.

He looked up, his eyes met yours and held. You couldn’t make out the color at this distance, but you didn’t need to. You knew them to be the most breathtaking green. They were the eyes of the boy who broke your heart. You felt sick all over again.

“Dean.”

#agent!dean x psychic!reader #jensen ackles fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #spn fic #supernatural #agent!dean x reader #dean x you #dean x reader #Practically Magic

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apinklion01 · 3 years ago

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Trailing Along the Dark

Day Fifteen and Sixteen: Blessing and Stingy Jack

A03 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34214308/chapters/86191192

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Warning for mention of death.

Stingy Jack's voice sounds like some weird cross between the Summerween Trickster from Gravity Falls and Barbosa from Pirates of the Caribbean in my head

For being the ghost in charge of keeping track of time, even Clockwork lost track of when he had to leave his lair for a few important dates. Hallow’s Eve was among them.

He had sent a message to Danny a few hours ago advising him to have a bit of fun with his aunt, cousin, and werewolf friend coming over to Amity Park. He didn’t leave a hint about his true intentions behind the letter, since the half ghost could easily get into trouble. And trouble tonight was the last thing he’d need.

Instead of his regular clothes, Clockwork wore a disguise to hide away amongst the few people walking around. He wore a grey-blue coat, a blue beanie to tuck his silvery hair underneath, a scarf to cover his beard, and finally some shades to cover his eyes as well as prevent the glare from the passing cars from blinding him. They were a bit too bright for his liking, especially compared to the more gentle candle lights of his lair.

The Observants never liked it when he wandered away from his lair. Clockwork was certain he’d get an earful of their complaints the moment he crossed into the Ghost Zone. But for all he cared he’d rather stuck a sock over their eyes.

He was waiting at a more secluded part of town where trick or treaters didn’t go. The houses that placed jack-o-lanterns and skeletons outside were for decoration, with only false hopes of candy for children who did knock on their doors.

Clockwork glanced at a silver pocket watch, the clock faintly ticking away. “Any moment now,” he said to himself.

Out of the mist, he spotted someone approaching. They appeared in tattered clothes stained with coffee, wine, and many other foods. On one hand they held a turnip carved with a skeleton-like smile glowing orange from the purple-tinted fire inside. The person limped on one foot, and a crumpled scarecrow hat covered his head.

“Well well well,” The voice crowed as he stopped right in front of Clockwork. “If it isn’t the ol’ time keeper himself.”

He craned his neck up, his eyes glowing faintly like the fire. “Come to see me again?”

“I know you don’t stop at any place for Hallow’s Eve, Jack,” Clockwork answered, putting his hand into one of his pockets. “What mischief are you up to?”

“Well you tell me,” The other said, leaning on one foot. “Might’ve mosey on over to collect branches from dark birch trees for fuel. Fool a youngster who thinks they can rob me blind if I’m feeling lucky.”

He tilted his head up thoughtfully to the moon. “Or maybe… just maybe…” His mouth opened wide with a grin. “Give that new King of Ghosts a first visit by ol’ Stingy Jack?”

Clockwork’s hand tightened into a fist inside of his pocket.

Jack gave a chuckle as his shoulders shrugged. “Y’know, just been wantin’ to go and greet them. Maybe also see if it’s true that they’re just like me… wanderin’ right between life ‘n death, forever ‘til some sort of judgement comes over all mankind…”

He paused, and gave a toothy grin, most of his teeth either missing or in terrible condition. “Does the boy’s folks know?”

The ghost of time’s brows lowered ever so slightly. “That is the Ghost King’s business, and not yours to know.”

“You know as well as I that my eyes received that same ‘blessing’ that yours did, time keeper,” Jack said, his free hand putting some air quotes. “The day he wandered into his folk’s machine I could sense that lightnin’ shiver down his spine, binding him to the in-between. No ghost, let alone half ghost, has ever died quite like that. Yet I’m surprised you didn’t weave fate to avoid it… Why?”

Clockwork’s gaze averted Jack’s, the ticking of the pocket watch growing louder. The other switched the hand that held the lantern and scratched underneath his hat.

“How old were you and I when them damn Observants first spooked you, around the boy’s age?”

“...”

“Heh, well I’ll be… You didn’t just give the crown a new heir, you let the first half-ghost in more than a century be born. And on the day that the Observants would’ve otherwise ‘blessed’ his eyes.”

“If they blessed him, he would’ve been struggling with that kind of power,” Clockwork replied. “His parents wouldn’t believe any word of his warnings at all.”

“But it didn’t to me,” Jack said nonchalantly.

Clockwork took a few steps closer. “You and I know that the Observants don’t bless anyone’s eyes the same way. And you’re not the best example of what a ‘survivor’ of the blessing looks like.”

“You’re in no position to talk me down either,” the other replied. “You’re still afraid of makin’ a mistake as big as letting Pariah take the-”

A scythe appeared in Clockwork’s hands, a mere inch away from Jack’s neck. But he merely laughed at him.

“Ya see? No matter how powerful you think you are, ‘s long as you fear that mistake, you’ll always be tied to them Observants even though they’re the ones that got you there in the first place.”

“... Do you know who gave me this scar?” Clockwork rumbled.

Jack paused and gave the tiniest nod for him to continue.

“This,” He gestured toward his scar. “Is what happened when I tried to stop Pariah from killing the old King. He was far from the person who I grew up with, and farther from any trace of humanity. I thought my words, my power, was enough to stop him.

“But the Observants were right when they warned me to forget who they were and realize who they are,” He continued. “This is what happened to the person who was the friend of a future tyrant. This is what happened to the young boy whose eyes were filled with so many visions of terrifying timelines. THIS is what happened the one time I thought I could move a string of fate that weighed as heavy as a mountain… And that’s why I couldn’t stop Danny from becoming a half ghost.”

Jack’s eyes lowered to the scythe, his wide grin from before a ghost of a smile. “What about Dan?”

“.. I only managed to slip a few lighter threads before a similar heavy string came.”

“Why didn’t you do the same for the boy?”

“Vlad would’ve eventually tried freeing Pariah, and if he took the throne, he would’ve ushered in yet another dark era upon both the living realm and the Ghost Zone, and even the end of the world.”

“Mmm… I do wonder, time keeper, if you still have a bit of a heart for the boy… If he reminds you of someone from long ago… One having to deal with a heavy crown of his own…”

Clockwork edged away the scythe from Jack, the tip making a clatter as it hit the ground.

“Get out of here, Jack,” He warned. “Don’t come here any time soon.”

“I’ll be back though, time keeper,” Jack remarked. “Don’t think the Ghost King won’t see my face someday. Not tonight, though I may see if I can sneak a treat from his parents… Candy apples aren’t of my liking, but the cookies I will surely enjoy.”

With that the old man began trudging along the road. Clockwork continued to watch until his figure disappeared into the mist, and his lantern soon after. He made his scythe disappear from view. He had a ways to go till he reached the portal, and he was thinking of at least greeting Danny and his friends before the end of Hallow’s Eve.

...He’d never admit it to Jack, but he was right about one thing: Danny did remind him of the friend he lost centuries ago...

#danny phantom #ectober 2021 #ectoberhaunt 2021 #ectoberhaunt treat #mention: death #clockwork #dp clockwork #stingy jack

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yami-writes · 4 years ago

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Autumn Leaves

(🏷️) paring(s): Todoroki x reader (🔮) summary: Class 1-A’s Halloween day, how exciting! (⚠️) warning(s): just sum fluff (🔖) word count: 2.1k (💌) note from Yami: ending off our Seasonal Love Event with somewhat of a bang ;)

Season: Autumn/Fall words: Halloween, Harvested, Cobweb

A gust feathered atop your hair, making it dance in the breeze. You moved your small bag to your left hand to use your right index finger to remove a small strand of hair from your face. You took a quick look around you, admiring the scenery. It looks quite lovely outside. The sky looked as if it was raining leaves of all autumn colours. Yellow, orange, red, brown… it all looked so pleasing. You could practically smell the sweet sap in the oak trees, ready to be harvested. While the breath-taking view in front of you was georges, something- no, someone even better was walking right beside you. You looked up at him, being greeted once again by his seemingly perfect appearance. His red and white hair mashed together as the wind trickled through it, creating a non-symmetrical pattern that was surprisingly pleasing to the eye. His heteomocratic eyes seemed to be admiring the view in front of him as well, as they glicinded with a slight tint of the autumn leaves dancing in the wind. He seemed to be just as mesmerized by the sight as you were.

‘God- why does he have to be so kissable?’

The two of you continued walking, soon to be met with your destination. You both crossed onto a street the two of you knew all too well and, before you knew it, you were in front of a tall building you’ve been living in for the past 3 years, this year surprisingly being your last. The building full of memories to be remembered forever. The classmates you trained with, and will become pro heroes with, Heights Alliance. You excitedly skipped in, your boyfriend following close behind

“Careful, y/n. Remember your carrying a bag.” he warned, closing the door behind him. “It's fine! I won't break the pumpkins, have some trust in me, Shouto!” you replied, carefully setting the delicate bag on a table. “That's not what i meant, i just don't want you to break them-”

“says the guy he almost didn't even let me hold the bag in the first place” it took you almost 10 minutes to convince him to hold the bag and even after, you felt his missed-matched eyes glance at you every now and then

“Whatever. lets just go do this before you get the chance to destroy one.” “hey!!” Before you were able to contest, you felt his lips line up beautifly with yours.

Admittedly, this was his sweet way of shutting you up, an overpowered weapon used too often.

The two of you went up to your dorm and prepared for an event class A’s been planning for what seemed like months. Halloween day! Not the most creative name, sure, but the name wasn't the important part. It consisted of a Jack O'Lantern contest before taking a quick trip to an Amusement park. Simple, yes, but you were looking forward to it non the less.

“How do we do this?” Your boyfriend asked, as he placed a small, bright pumpkin on the floor in front of him. You reached into your bag and grabbed a small knife you had bought. You then got out your phone and opened a screenshot you had taken of the steps on how to make a jack o lantern “okay, first step is to scrape out the insides of the pumpkin” you read out, as you handed him a knife. You placed your phone down beside you and started slicing around the stem of the pumpkin, and surely enough, todoroki followed your lead.

Not before long, the room filled with the sweet scent of pumpkin. As if the two of you were baking a pie and just took it out of a steamy oven. You finished slicing the top of your soon to be Jack o’lantern and picked the top off by the stem, chunks of pumpkin coming out along with it. “Oh….” your boyfriend mumbled upon seeing the overwhelming amount of pumpkin coming out “don't worry, just take them off and place them in the bag” you dragged the plastic bag you had been using to carry your stuff beside the two of you before using your knife to cut and rip off the access pumpkin. “Here, do the same to yours” you said, picking up a pair of gloves you had previously put to the side.

The two of you continued scraping out the insides of your pumpkins. It had been about 10 minutes but you finally scooped out your final piece and placed it in the bag with the rest “done!” you exclaimed, wiping a drop of sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. You could hear classmates downstairs already debating who was going to have the best jack o’lantern, with a few mentions of the haunted house trip. It was clear they were excited. You glanced over at your boyfriend’s pumpkin. Empty. “I was waiting for you to finish yours.” he said, his usual stoic expression on his face, impossible to read. Not even his eyes would give any hints this time. “Why? You could’ve asked me for the next step! My phone is right there!” you pointed towards your phone, it being right in front the two of you, facing upwards and unlocked. “I wanted to do this with you…” you couldn't help but hold back a giggle at his cute answer, but it was no surprise, considering its the most used reason he has for anything.

You picked up your phone and looked for the next step, “okay, now we need to choose our design” you searched through your gallery for some pictures you had previously saved as inspiration. “Ah here they are! Look!” you nudged you boyfriend, somehow catching more of his attention. You slowly scrolled through the photos, all of them being amazingly good. The orange glow coming from inside of the jack O’lantern, lighting up the bitch black atmosphere. For some of them, you could partly see the candle on the inside, lighting up the picture even more. There were bats, faces, ghosts, words, and everything in between.

It felt like the two of you were scrolling for a while before you came to the end of the photos of inspiration you saved. “Oh, I have an idea!” you said, putting your phone down where it was before “i'm gonna make a cobweb!” your boyfriend looked down at you, looking slightly confused “i didn't see any cobwebs, y/n,” he said. You only now remember who you're doing this with. He’s never celebrated any holidays, let alone participated in Halloween activities, now it's your job to teach and help him enjoy himself. “You don't have to do one of the jack o’lanterns I showed you, those were just for inspiration! You can do whatever you like! Just try to make it Halloween themed.” you watched as the gears turned in his head, despite seeing so many examples he could just copy from, considering he’s so new to this.

“Can i do a cobweb too?” his heterochromatic eyes met yours in an instant, matched with his usual unreadable expression, but you can usually tell when he’s joking.

“Why a cobweb? Did I not show you enough examples to choose from? I can find more-”

“no. i wanna do what you're doing. i already told you this, y/n.” you laughed at his somewhat child-like answer, but there's no denying his answer made your heart flutter. “Okay okay! We can do the cobweb design together!” you watched as todoroki’s usual stoic expression disappeared and was replaced by a sweet smile, something you wished you got to see more often, no matter how many times you've seen it. You did a quick search for cobweb reference, placing your phone back down when you found a simple one to copy from. “Okay, now use this to draw out that shape in your pumpkin.” you handed todoroki a black sharpie before taking out your own, already beginning to start drawing on your own pumpkin.

The next 30 minutes went by in a blur, filled with silence to the point of being able to hear each other's heartbeat, creating a soothing melody able to lull anybody to sleep. You finished up the last details of your pumpkin before snapping out of what seems to be a dream fuelled by concentration. “Does this look good, y/n?” your boyfriend asks, seemingly in desperate need of your validation. You look over at Todoroki’s pumpkin, only to be met with a masterpiece. His pumpkin looked incredibly similar to the photo and would definitely make a very pleasing jack O’lantern. You stared at the pumpkin in awe, ‘how is he so good at everything?’

“y/n?” your boyfriend gave you a gentile shake, bringing your attention back to his slightly saddened features “does it really look that bad? I thought it was okay...”

“w-wait no! It looks really good! I just didn't think it would be that good, ‘cause, you know, this is your first time,” every word that came out of your mouth sounded like you mashed it all into a single one, making it slightly difficult to understand, but your boyfriend understood very well.

He let out a small chuckle, something you were not mentally prepared for, before looking back down at his pumpkin “thank you, y/n.”

You swear your heart skipped more than a single beat, in fact your entire pulse was gone a second. ‘He-he’s so perfect…’

You grabbed a pack of candles from beside you, ripping open and allowing all the small candles inside to fall to the floor. “I don't think we got any matches,” your boyfriend reminds upon seeing the candles that would need to be lit. “We don't need them, we have you.” you replied, taking out two candles and holding them in front of him with pleading eyes, he couldn't refuse. You watched carefully as he set his index finger ablaze, lighting the two candles in your hand. The flames fluttered, causing the lighting around you to flutter along with it. You placed both the candles inside your pumpkins, now the two of you had your Jack O’lanterns.

You got up to turn off the lights, wanting to get the full Jack O’lantern experience. Your room went dark, black even. The Jack O’lanterns glowed, tinting the area around them a bright orange, just like the flames burning inside. Quite the beautiful sight to see. You heard your phone vibrate before the screen turned on with a message. You picked up your phone, the bright screen slightly blinding you;

⚡denki⚡: “hey y/n! Come down now! Were gonna see who has the best Jack O'Lantern!!”

You put your phone in your pocket before picking up your newly made Jack’ O lantern “it's time to judge the other Jack O’ Lanterns now, lets go!” Todoroki got up from the floor, taking his Jack O’ Lantern with him and the two of you made your way down.

“Ah, y/n! Todoroki! Come put your Jack O’Lanterns over here!” Mina joyfully gestured to a table that had been previously set up, everyone else's Jack O’Lanterns sitting on top. You and Todoroki placed your Jack O’Lanterns on the table “okay, now c’mon! We're gonna go to the amusement park now! Don't be slow!!” Mina skipped out the door and you followed close behind.

Half the class was already waiting outside.

The next 3 hours went by~ you and the rest of class A enjoying your time. You dragged your boyfriend across the park, making stops at the rides, food stalls, and finally, the Halloween Haunted house. The wait was long, almost 30 minutes. It was cold, the Autumn breezes coming often. Todoroki used his quirk to keep you warm while you wait, allowing you to borrow his sweater since he didn't need it. He kept his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

He “protected” you from the feared attractions in the Haunted house, as you were hiding behind him as you hear the screams of everyone in front of you. Lights flickered and noises were loud, but after about 10 minutes of walking, you met the end of the haunted house. The winds outside were even more violent than before, yet your boyfriend's sweater battled it off.

You and the rest of class gathered around a big tree behind the Amusement Park. you were able to see everything. The festival lights illuminated the sky, bright yellow, red and orange lights spread everywhere. You lean your head on your boyfriend's shoulder, drowsiness starting to consume you. You could hear Uraraka and Mina’s loud conversation about the Haunted House, pointing out the scariest part of it.

You made yourself comfy underneath your boyfriend’s arm, feeling the warmth emit from his left side. Before he knew it, you had fallen asleep by his side. He pulled you closer, resting his head on yours

“Thank you, y/n...Happy Halloween.”

#Seasonal Love Event #server events #mha x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki fluff #shouto fluff #shouto #todoroki #shouto todoroki

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banesapothecary · 4 years ago

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when the autumn leaves fall

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Halloween was David’s favorite holiday, though most people never seemed to understand why. David never bothered to explain it most of the time, but Patrick was one of the few people he didn’t need to explain it to—if not the only person. Patrick just understood.

Maybe it was that Patrick had heard enough stories from David’s time in New York, his relationships and the way he was treated, that it just clicked into place for him. Maybe he just really, truly saw David so much that he would’ve seen it without those stories. Whatever it was, the first time they’d celebrated Halloween together and David expressed his excitement, Patrick simply kissed his cheek and gave him a supportive grin that mirrored his glee over the holiday.

Halloween didn’t mean the same thing it had once meant; it didn’t need to anymore. In New York, Halloween was a night to be someone other. To escape himself and all the expectations. He could go to a party and be completely anonymous in his costume, if he wanted, and most of time, he did.

David knew he didn’t need to hide anymore, though. He knew it because Patrick saw him, because Patrick loved him, but he knew it for other reasons, too. He’d found his place, finally, where he belonged, where he was loved, where he’d made a happy life for himself with the people he truly cared about. He didn’t need to be someone else anymore, not on Halloween and not any other day of the year, either. Here, in Schitt’s Creek, he was loved for who he was, unconditionally.

But that didn’t mean the holiday didn’t still have a very special place in his heart.

It had been almost two months since they’d been married, and while it certainly wasn’t their first Halloween together, it was their first Halloween as a married couple and in their new home. The motel had never attracted much of a crowd of trick-or-treaters, and Patrick’s apartment building had only had one or two kids who lived in the building. This was the first Halloween since the Roses had lost everything and been forced to move that David could truly, authentically celebrate the holiday.

And celebrate, he intended to do.

“Are you sure you don’t want help decorating?” Patrick asked for the thousandth time that morning as he pressed a pleasantly warm cup of coffee into David’s hands.

David smiled and shook his head in exasperation as he inhaled the sweet smell of caramel and cocoa. “I make the creative decisions, remember?” He leaned forward to give his husband a quick kiss and pushed him toward the door, gentle but firm. “You go handle the store, I will turn the house into a fall haven.”

Patrick frowned, but he kissed David again. “If you’re sure—”

“I am,” David said with a tinge of annoyance in his tone, but he was still grinning at Patrick. “And don’t forget the candy!”

“You know,” Patrick said, walking backwards towards the car. “I wouldn’t need to go buy candy if you hadn’t already eaten the candy I bought last week.”

“Mhm, love you, too,” David called before shutting their front door.

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Decorating should be an Olympic sport, David decided when he was finally finished. It was worth the sweat, though, as he stepped back to admire his work.

In the flowerbed next to the porch, David had carefully planted a tombstone that read “R.I.P. Moira Rose” that Roland had ordered from somewhere as a joke after her “death.” The front porch itself was simple: a few black wicker baskets with orange and yellow mums, fairy lights draped over the railings, and a witch-themed wreath from one of the store’s vendors. He’d been sure to leave room for jack-o-lanterns once those were done, too. He was saving that job for Patrick, knowing he loved the holiday, too, and would insist on doing something.

Inside, he’d stuck a little closer to his usual black and white aesthetic. At a craft fair he and Patrick had visited the weekend before, they’d found some painted ceramic pumpkins, and a few knit ones, as well, that he’d distributed throughout their home. On the little table by the entryway, he’d placed a few crow figurines left over from the Crows premiere, along with a few of his favorite candles from the fall collection at the store.

He’d also bought a grey and white plaid blanket to drape over the couch, and quite a few black and white pillows that matched the pattern. He’d even gotten some of those cheesy pillows that said things like “Hello Fall” and “Happy Halloween” in a cursive script that he used to think were tacky, but now that David had his own home to put them in, he couldn’t resist. As soon as fall was over, though, he would vehemently deny owning such basic decorations.

Satisfied with his work, he sat heavily on the couch, content to spend the rest of the afternoon reading.

A few hours later, his phone buzzed with a text from Patrick.

FROM: Patrick — Received 5:21 p.m.

--Closed the store. OMW to buy candy.

--Do we need anything else? Those pumpkin things you like?

TO: Patrick — Sent 5:21 p.m.

--Yes, please

--They’re called Pumpkin Delights and we respect them in this house

FROM: Patrick — Received 5:23 p.m.

--Of course, my apologies.

David rolled his eyes and grinned, returning to his book until Patrick texted him again a little later to say he was on his way home.

He set the book aside, stretching as he stood. It was nearly 6, and he knew neither of them would be in the mood to cook tonight. David was tired from decorating, and he knew Patrick would be exhausted from running the store on his own all day. After a moment of self-debate, he called their favorite pizza place and placed their usual order for delivery.

A few moments later, David heard the front door open and went to greet his husband, smiling as Patrick set the Rose Apothecary tote they used as a grocery bag down so he could take off his jacket.

“Okay, David,” Patrick was saying, “this candy is for the trick-or-treaters only. You can eat whatever’s left over after Halloween.”

“Mhm, yes, okay,” David said. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

Patrick smiled. “Miss me that much?”

“I was talking to Little Debbie, actually,” he said, pulling the box of Pumpkin Delights out of the bag. “But, yes,” David added, pressing a kiss to Patrick’s cheek.

Patrick’s arms slipped around his waist, holding him in place. “Missed you, too. The store is too quiet without you.”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or if you’re implying I’m loud,” David said.

Patrick’s eyes widened innocently. “Both,” he said.

David rolled his eyes. “So,” he said, changing the subject. “What do you think?” He turned his gaze around the living room, looking back to watch his husband take in his work.

“It looks great, David,” Patrick said. He was smiling, but David could see the slightest hint of a frown in the set of his eyebrows.

David smoothed a thumb across his brow and the line softened. “What is it?” he asked softly.

Patrick shook his head. “It’s nothing. I just...I wish you’d let me help a little.”

David grinned. “Ah, see, that’s where you’re wrong.” He gestured around the room with a loose hand. “You think all this is finished already.”

“It’s not?”

David slid his hand down Patrick’s arm to take his hand, and silently led him out the back door that opened onto the deck. Two large pumpkins sat on a patch of newspaper where David had set them in the middle of the deck earlier that afternoon.

“Obviously, Halloween decorations aren’t complete without jack-o-lanterns,” David told him. “You’re more than welcome to help with those. Actually, I encourage it.”

Patrick smiled at him, wide and brilliant as the fairy lights twinkling over the front porch and deck railings. “Thank you, David.”

David waved his thanks away with a grin. “Well, I draw the line at touching pumpkin guts, so,” he said. “Really, this is more selfish than anything.”

“Oh, of course,” Patrick nodded, stepping closer into David’s space and kissing him. He pulled away with a breathy laugh when his stomach rumbled. “Come on,” he said, pulling David back towards the house. “I’m starving. Dinner first, then pumpkin guts.”

“You say the most romantic things,” David said as they stepped into the kitchen. “Pizza is already on the way.”

Patrick turned to grin up at him. “Have I told you you’re my favorite husband?”

“Mm,” David hummed. “I better be, or you’re not getting any Pumpkin Delights for dessert.”

#david x patrick fic #david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #schitt's creek #my fic

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yandere-wishes · 5 years ago

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All Hallow’s Queen //Yandere! Samhain x reader//

Happy Halloween beloveds, hope you enjoy!!

All hallow’s night was your most beloved holiday. A celebration taken through countless alterations to wind up as the spectacular festival it was today. It was quite effortless for him to notice just how truly passionate you were about the modern adaptation of his holiday. And yet there was certain evidence that you knew more about the fete than you let on.

Contrary to other houses around this city, yours was surrounded in dozens upon dozens of jack o lanterns. All with horrific designs carved into them and large burning candles were their guts were once stored. Some had mysterious symbols carved into them, while others had the faces of ghastly creators with spiky horns and slit eyes. From their positions, one might be under the impression that they where royal knights defending a fortress from unspeakable danger. Thought he knew what their true purpose and frankly he was rather hurt that'd you'd go to such extremes just to avoid a run-in with his kind.

Maybe the second inkling has in your mannerisms, how you'd make sure never to cross the threshold of your house when giving sweet treats to the young naive children. Or maybe from the hex bag dangling from your neck, one that had everyone fooled as just an accessory to your lavish costume. Or maybe it was the full mask, shielding away your exquisite face from his weary yellow eyes. One so morbid it would make a few of his minions cower.

Samhain had to admit that in the past hundred years or so he'd seen very few individuals who still believed in the old tales of Halloween. He'd never particularly questioned it, being old enough to know that fear and absolute power -even if only for one night- was never permanent. Still some Halloweens nights he'd ponder on what had changed all so many years ago. When had the world forgotten his existence? When had the humans forgotten to fear the beasts of the night? Was he simply reduced to sitting on a park bench giving treats and blades to young children? One's who looked at his face and cowered in fear whilst the passing adolescents complimented his "costume". It was pathetic in his opinion, he used to rule the world this one night. king of everything now king of simply nothing. He was fading away to the modern era, fading fast to live out the rest of his meaningless days in a pit in hell.

And yet through an unexpected coincidence, you'd grabbed his eyes one night three days passed. Seeing you so desperate to remain safe that supernatural night, had sparked a sense of purpose back into him. No longer did he wish to sit on a bench as humans passed him by. No longer would he leave his minions to rot away in their own depression. No no no! This night he would be king again! Rule the night as he was once meant to. I'd be perfect, the most ideal night brought on by human ignorance and self-pride. His subjects could feast on so many unsuspecting victims, howl at the bright moon, posses any vessel they desired, pry on whoever, they wished.

The streets would be flooded with human blood.

Carnage, pure carnage.

Just as it should be!

And he the king would sit on his throne of skulls and pumpkins. Watching the elegant massacre take place. Come, the strike of 8:00 pm he'd being the attack. But first! There was one delicate matter to be taken care of fist.

You were rather joyous this particular Halloween. Your normal count of trick or treaters had augmented by what you suspected to be sixty-six kids in counting. You hadn't exactly perceived such a turnout and yet were overjoyed. Simply praying that your candy stash would sustain until the end of the night.

Shutting the door and lifting your mask to the top of your head. You began to make your way to the garage where you had one extra box of cany stored. Passing by the spirit masks, engravements, and harvest baskets on your way. As you pulled out the box and carried it to the front door, you began to feel a sudden chill in the air. The houses seemed to have gotten darker the air stiffer, thicker even. Gulping you set the box down and grabbed hold of your necklace, chanting an ancient prayer whilst you shut your eyes tight hoping the evil spirit would pass by you. releasing your breath you slowly cracked your eyes open. The room certainly had gotten brighter. It wasn't until you full released the hex bag and opened your eyes that you noticed what exactly the light was.

There stood a...man in front of you. Although his appearance matched no humans so to speak. His shaggy orange hair hung like cave stalactites on his skeleton white face. His bright yellow eyes seemed to radiate more light than any candle you had ever seen. Small black slits made up his entire pupils. An orange black glow emitted from his persona, reflecting as it caught on his Sharpe knife life nails. You let out a scream earsplitting and blaring, your eyes burned with tears as you cowered away in fear. Too overwhelmed to fully process any though other than fear.

Seeing this the mysterious creature gave you an opened mouth smirk, displeasing his bat-like teeth. Another scream as you tried to run. Where you didn't know, only away, far away. And yet you couldn't move you where immobilized. Left on display for this thing to examine. Blood tricked down your nose and emitted an obnoxious noise as it hit the ground.

"Why hello my dear, how are you on such a pleasant night?"

Your mouth moved to form words yet no sound ever leaving your vocal cords.

"Do speak up now"

You finally crooked a low 'please' as you began to sob.

"Come now I surely can't be such an awful sight love! I do find my self rather ravishing compared to those anthropoids that have taken rule of this world."

Your eyes dared to look up, to meet his, they bore into your soul-filling your every sense numbing you and making your brain go fuzzy.

"I must admit I'm rather impressed by the amount of effort you've put into avoiding any unpleasant encounters tonight of all nights! Lucky for you it's simply me you as come for you, love"

"Who the hell are you" Somehow you'd managed to swallow enough bravery to scream out an obvious question. Maybe you weren't as informed as he'd originally thought still....

"Why my dear! I'm the one and only Samhain! The dame origin of halloween, the master of all monsters, the ruler of fear itself."

Good god, this was bad! racking your brain trying to find a spell you may have chanted wrong or a sigil you had forgotten. "Please" you began to beg timidly again. "Please release me I am of no use as a sacrifice.."

He raised a sharp thin eyebrow pushing his lips to one side. "Whoever said anything about a sacrifice, no no, I've come here to personally thank you! My, youve open the eyes of this rotting soul. Shown me I can still take back my throne!"

It didn't make sense, the room span as you lost more blood from your nose. Small droplets began to fall from your lips. You'd done everything to keep these creatures away, how had it not worked. Worst you had someone attracted their king!

Blood and tears ran down your face, again you looked up at his bright face. "I only tried to remain safe" you paused a thought floating into your head. "Your grace".

"no need for formalities dear, especially I'm bestowing the honor of my queen onto you"

Eyes wide you screamed "No! No! Please no, leave me alone please!" Why oh why? No answers where given.

"Dearly you don't seem to understand, you have no choice in this. I AM RULER I CHOICE YOUR FATE. If you didn't want this to occur you might have wanted to try and be as oblivious as all the other measly humans on this rock." he spat.

You where being punished for being too aware. Caught the eye of Halloween it's self by trying to ward off evil. Irony was rather bittersweet your favorite holiday had deemed you it's queen and yet the very thing you rid to repel had come with it. Samhain's queen what a tragic fate indeed.

Happy Halloween~

#yandere halloween #halloween #halloween prompts #samhain #yandere x you #yandere #yancore #yandere x reader #samhain x reader #yandere samhain x reader #all hallows eve #samhain night #happy halloween #halloween aesthetic

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spookysweet-heart · 5 years ago

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A Spooky Night With You

Request: “You're like my new writing hero. Maybe planning/spending Halloween with Lydia, please? Like, if you'll do matching costumes and what they are, what you'll do together the night of (movie night, party, school dance, whatever you think would work for you best honestly), things like that? Preferably for a female reader?”

Pairings: Lydia Deetz x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Beetlejuice! The Musical!

Warnings: None

A/n: Let’s kick off this spooky season on this blog with something scary(ish), something sweet, and pretty gay. Hope you all like it! (Collage was made by me!)

“(Y/n), C’mon we’re gonna be late!” Lydia shouted up to your bedroom window.

Popping your head out your window you looked down at your girlfriend and waved off her concern. “I just need to get my bag and I’ll be right down!!”

Ducking back into your room you double-check your face paint one more time and grab your bag rushing down the staircase. Giving your parents a quick wave goodbye you bolt right out the door smiling wide when you look over at Lydia wearing her black and white outfit and matching Skull make up. She decided to do her whole face while you only did half of yours.

Lydia held up her finger, as you got closer to her you held up yours and intwined your fingers together like a pinkie promise. Smiling at each other you couldn’t help but giggle at how silly the act was, You couldn’t help it either since you two agreed to do that instead of actually giving each other kisses while you both were wearing facepaint.

Taking her hand in yours you two started to walk to school. It was pretty fun walking by the little kids when they would look over at the two of you with amazement and sometimes terror in their eyes.

Once getting into the school you two looked around at everyone’s costumes and complimented some of them while getting compliments on your own.

The day went on as usual and nothing out of the ordinary. So it was pretty nice to just see everyone being spooky and having fun. Especially Lydia, You know Halloween is her favorite Holiday and seeing her light up at everything creepy and spooky was so cute since it was rare the rest of the year.

At the end of the day, you were hanging around Lydia’s locker when someone came up to the two of you. “Hey, are two going to Amys Halloween party tonight?”

Lydia smiled and shook her head. “No, we’re gonna be giving out candy at my house.”

“Your house? Isn’t it haunted? Are sure any kids would show up?”

“I’m pretty sure they will, kids love all spooky things so why not get a thrill of going to an actual haunted house?”

“That’s true...maybe we’ll stop by before to party for a bit if that’s okay?”

“Yeah, yeah that’s fine. We’ll see you later then.”

You both waved goodbye to them as they did the same while walking out of school.

You look over at Lydia and raise an eyebrow at her. “Are you really sure it’s okay for them to stop by? I thought you never wanted anyone else from school at your house?”

“It’s Halloween, might as well let Beej have some fun too right?” Lydia gave you a knowing smile and took your hand leading you out of the school, and on the path to her place.

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Setting up the two huge bowls of candy on the two chairs on Lydia’s porch, you were quick to slap Beetlejuice’s hand away from the bowls. “Why do you want any of the candy? You can’t even eat it anyway.”

“Just because I can’t really eat doesn’t mean I can’t taste it (Y/n).” Beetlejuice placed his hand on his hips trying to intimidate you.

“Yeah, no. why did you want the candy?”

“...I wanted to chuck it at the kids nearby.”

You sighed and shook your head. “You can do that with the last of the candy at the end of the night, not in the beginning.”

“Fiiine.” BJ grumbled and floated back into the house passing Lydia as she was walking out.

“Is he still bummed about not being able to do anything till it’s actually nightfall?” She looked over at you while you fix one of the scarecrows.

“Yeah, but you told him about the plan right?”

“Of course, He’s just excited and bummed cause he wants to start now.” Lydia giggled and sat on one of the chairs.

“Should’ve seen him right now. He wanted some of the candy just so he can throw it at some of the kids nearby.”

Lydia rolled her eyes and shook her head before smiling at all the decorations. “It looks great out here.”

You smiled as you got the scarecrow to stand upright on its own. “How are Adam and Barbara?” You smiled over at Lydia and took a seat next to her.

“They’re doing great, they’re decorating the attic and keeping an eye out for kids so we can be ready.”

“So what did you tell Beej to do when the group comes?”

“I told him to go wild if there are no kids around.” You smiled getting excited to see what will happen later.

Hearing the attic window open you and Lydia looked up to see Adam smiling and waving. You both waved back and he shouted down, “There's kids coming! They’re rounding the corner now!”

“Thanks, Adam!!” Lydia yelled back and grabbed her candy bowl getting ready.

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The night went one without a hitch, passing out candy and taking a few pictures with the kids that also had skull costumes.

Most of the candy was gone and it was getting pretty dark. You walked into the house and got your sweaters giving Lydia hers as you sat back down outside with her.

Barbara poked her head out the window smiling at you two. “There’s a group of teens coming our way! Are they your friends?”

“Yeah! They said they were stopping by for a bit!” You smiled up at her as Lydia opened the front door. “Hey Beej! Get ready!!”

In an instant, Beetlejuice was at the door grinning from ear to ear. “This is gonna be so fun!” He giggles and hides in the shadows when he sees the group of teens approaching the house.

“Hey, Lydia, (Y/n). Hows the night going so far?” Hannah, one of the main girls smiled over at the two of you.

“Good! The night has been pretty good. We’ve had a bunch of kids come by so far.” You smiled back at her and waved to the rest of the group.

One of the other girls smiled back and asked. “So everyone here knows your house is allegedly haunted.”

“It is.”

“It just kinda looks creepy. If there are ghosts here can we see them?:”

“I’ll do ya one better girly. How about a demon?” BJ was suddenly by the girl's side causing her to scream.

One of the other girls raised an eyebrow. “You’re probably just some creep in a costume.”

“Costume? I’ll have you know these are my actual clothes.”

“We should get going…we’re going to be late for the party”

Beetlejuice smiled at the girl who was genuinely scared. “So soon? I thought you girls would wanna come hang out with us. I hoped you wouldn’t mind that I brought a couple of friends with me.”

“F-friends?”

“Fellas...It’s Showtime!” with the snap of his fingers, Beetlejuice took out all the lights as purple and green replaced the bright yellow ones. The girls felt strange like they were being surrounded, Shadows popped up around them only to be revealed as clones of the first man.

“Wh-whats happening?!” Shrieks and screams could be heard but Beetlejuice wasn’t done yet.

“Don’t go away just yet girls! You haven’t even said hello to our dear friend Sandy!” With a motion of his hand, the girls looked into the doorway and they were shocked to see a giant black and white snake slither its way to them.

Frozen and shaking each girl held on to one another for dear life. One gasped as the snake lifted her head above them. There was a pause, pure silence. None of the girls dared to move. Beetlejuice gave Sandy a wink and that signaled for the Snake to open it’s mouth revealing rows of teeth and little Sandy inside hissing at the group causing them to scream at the top of their lungs and bolt out of there as fast as they could.

Beetlejuice and his clones laugh in unison until in a flash they’re gone leaving you and Lydia bursting with laughter in your seats petting Sandy. Beetlejuice goes over and takes a few candies from one of the bowls making his way inside. “Thanks, Lyds, that was amazing!”

Sandy slithered back into the house. You and Lydia stayed outside a bit more just admiring the night sky and enjoying the cold air.

“We still have some candy in this bowl.” Lydia smiles and sakes the bowl a bit. “Let’s go get rid of the paint and we can go watch some scary movies in my room for the rest of the night.”

“Please! I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day!”

Lydia giggles as she stands up and takes your hand in hers leading back into the house being careful not to knock over the jack-o-lanterns you two made the day before.

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Sighing as you and Lydia settle into her room after cleaning your faces you make yourself comfortable in her bed. Lydia lights a few of her candles, one being a scented candle to fill the room with a pumpkin scent.

Lydia blows out her match and leaves on her desk for it to cool off before she throws it away. “So what should we watch?”

“I was thinking of either Halloween or Trick ‘r Treat, to start us off.”

She smiles as she reached for both movies from her bookshelf. “Looks like we’re watching Halloween first.” putting on the movie Lydia grabbed the bowl of candy and made her way to her bed. “Scoot over babe.”

Scooting a bit closer to the wall you wrapped your arms around Lydia once she got comfortable and turned her face towards you, kissing her and giggling a bit at the fact that she tasted like chocolate.

#beetlejuice #beetlejuice musical #lydia deetz #lydia deetz x reader #beetlejuice bway #beetlejuice broadway #Halloween #halloween fic

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notchesandbullets · 4 years ago

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Halloween Special: Caramel Apples and Tricksters [Oneshot] Modern AU (Part 1/2)

Part 1

Words: 4k

(OC from my fanfic: “The Varied Path”)

They had finally fully settled into their new home, and the girls went a little crazy with the decorating, as Halloween was just around the corner. Hand-painted jack-o-lanterns stood guard at the front door, and colorful lights were hung at the front of their mansion.

Inside, every single surface was draped in marigold tablecloths and cinnamon candles burned brightly, the spice wafting through every inch of the house. Garlands were draped over the railings in an artful arrangement of autumn leaves and cranberries. The usual white towels in the bathrooms and the kitchen were replaced with seasonal ones and Zeno added a bit of spooky touches all over the place.

Plastic bats hanging from the ceiling upstairs, a ghost at the foot of the basement stairs, and several well-placed traps so that whenever someone opened up a cupboard, they got a face full of goo launched at their head.

But in a house full of trained agents and spies, it was more fun than anything else to try and dodge the sticky substance.

The leaves had changed shades, indicating the much beloved season transformation by the one and only Calista.

She loved how the forest green gradually transformed into ruby reds and lavish golds, leaves spiraling gently to the ground as the autumn breeze whispered by. It was the season of pumpkin spice, fresh air, apple pie, and warmth that came from sitting by the fireplace with a mug of hot cocoa and homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Hak and Jae-ha had undertaken some projects for the new house when they first moved in during the summer, installing top of the line appliances for the giant kitchen. A huge fridge for Yoon to stock with all sorts of food to feed the hungry bunch of eight, and a state of the art oven complete with a industry standard stovetop.

They had also turned the unfinished, extremely creepy basement into an automated training space. They all used it for shooting practice, hand to hand combat and wrestling.

Kija had repainted nearly all of the rooms in the house, with a little help from Yona and Zeno. While they were doing that, Shin-ah and Calista were busy helping the movers bring all of their stuff inside under the direction of a pretty boy genius barking out commands at the front door.

"You!! Bring that into the kitchen, but watch out for the paint and the tools lying around."

"Don't forget to grab the rugs, those need to go in first before we can put any of this away."

"No— No!! I need this first before you bring in that!!"

"BE CAREFUL WITH THAT, IT'S GLASS YOU IDIOT!!!!!"

Calista chuckled to herself as she carefully maneuvered around the sharp corner from the hallway that led from the foyer. Panting with exertion, she helped Shin-ah move the plush sofa into the living room. They set it down heavily, but luckily Yoon was too far away and too consumed with drilling the movers to hear that they may have scratched his hardwood floors.

Wiping the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand, she grinned at the blue-haired man who was scanning around for any boxes that needed unloading in their vicinity. She pushed herself up onto her feet, punching his shoulder good-naturedly when she passed him.

"C'mon, I'll race ya!!"

She broke into a sprint, and he chased after her. Their friends, in various places of the house cracked smiles and shared jokes as they heard the laughter coming from downstairs, knowing that the two must be up to their shenanigans again.

It had been months since then, and everyone had pretty much settled into a rhythm comfortable enough for Calista to hit the stores with Yona long enough without the boys destroying the place.

Hopefully.

The girls picked out just about anything that caught their interest, bringing along Tae-yeon and Hani last minute with Mundok's and Gi-gan's permission. They were the children's respective guardians but it wasn't much of an issue seeing as how they were all family.

Calista had been in the store less than a minute before there was a loud commotion behind her.

Internally wincing, she turned around to see what trouble the children had gotten themselves into this time. But her eyes widened in surprise as she saw five familiar figures, Hani frozen from where she faceplanted into Nier's legs. Tae-yeon was staring up at Tae-jun with big, innocent eyes and Yona smiled sheepishly at Heuk-chi, apologizing to both of them for the collision while the children righted themselves.

The guardian brushed it off, his unofficial bodyguard going along with him. If she didn't know any better, Calista would say that the tall man was blushing badly in the presence of the sweet redhead. But she chose not to comment on it as Hani and Tae-yeon ran back to her, wanting to spare her friend any embarrassment.

"We weren't expecting to see you guys until later tonight." Calista pitched in, ruffling the children's hair as she directed her attention past the triplets. "We're getting some stuff for later on, want to come with?"

With an eager, mutual agreement to join forces, the huge and rambunctious group of nine browsed the aisles of the store, buying way more than they should have with the children throwing things in the cart more than would've been allowed if any real adults were present.

Tae-jun didn't count, he caved every time Opal turned his watery eyes on him and Calista cursed her spinelessness, giving in just as bad when it came to her youngest brother and the golden-haired, little girl.

Squeals echoed off of the shelves and she whipped around as the triplets and the younger two pulled a huge cake out from the bakery section.

"Oh no, absolutely not." Calista held up her hand, averting her gaze from their puppy eyes. "Yoon will throw a fit if he sees this."

"But Notch~" Opal whined. "Please!!"

His brothers chorused their persuasion and while she had to admit it was sort of endearing seeing the fifteen-year-old boys beg for permission to buy a ridiculously humongous treat, she redirected their efforts towards a panicking Tae-jun beside her.

There wasn't any way she would be able to hold up against all five of them if they continued, she barely had enough strength to resist Hani's puppy dog eyes.

But once she turned her gaze on her youngest brother and saw how Tae-yeon's lower lip trembled dangerously, she sped to his side, dropping down on her knees, ignoring how harshly she landed on them in her haste.

"Tae-yeon," Her soft voice broke as desperation seeped through, gripping his shoulders gently in an effort to convey how bad of an idea this was. "Gramps is gonna kill me."

He beamed up at her, tears suddenly vanishing. "No, he loves you, remember?"

Calista's eyes rounded pathetically at that and she coughed to cover it up.

"Alright, fine." She finally surrendered, throwing up her hands.

Their shrieks of excitement and victory shattered any semblance of silence in the marketplace and she winced at their volume, shaking her head in amusement as they rushed to shove it in the already crammed shopping cart.

Yona drifted over to her side, clasping her hands behind her back playfully.

"You caved~" The redhead sang, giggling.

A fond smile made its way onto the older girl's face, gazing after them as they disappeared around the corner with a worried Tae-jun hot on their tail to make sure they didn't get lost. Or end up causing chaos that couldn't be contained by the mere mention of his title.

Chuckling, Calista began pushing the cart to follow after them. "I always do..."

After numerous attempts to convince their temporary guardians to buy them all the snacks they wanted, five failed chances taken to sneak electronics into the cart and two feeble efforts to buy candy bars at the checkout lane, Calista, Yona, and all the others finally left the supermarket.

Though they were armed to the teeth with food and amenities for later that night.

They hopped into their separate cars, but Tae-jun followed them back to the house so the triplets could spend some more time with Calista.

Kicking open the door with one foot, the raven-haired girl yelled out that they were back as the three troublemakers along with Tae-yeon and Hani shot past her, vanishing from her view within seconds.

She had just set down the groceries and supplies on the floor when she heard two loud crashes come from upstairs and the kitchen at the same time an outraged cry reached her ears.

"Are you all alright?!" Calista shouted out as she untied her shoes and gathered up the food that needed to be refrigerated.

A chorus of reassurances were screamed back and she chuckled to herself, nudging the door with her foot to close it. She had a feeling Yoon would take care of whatever that was all about. Jae-ha appeared at the base of the stairs in a flash, paint in his hair.

She stifled a laugh that bubbled up, opting for a wild gesture that could have been interpreted as anything. But judging by the chuckle and the hand that was raised to wipe the excess away for the time being, he knew what she was getting at.

"Do I want to know?" She teased the eldest, handing him two of the larger bags.

Jae-ha's violet eyes crinkled at her ask, a smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. "Maybe not, my dear."

The pair made their way into the kitchen, both lifting an eyebrow at the pristine state. They glanced at each other and then shrugged. Yoon must have cleaned up whatever was spilled already, he couldn't stand the messes.

Zeno and Hak were sitting in the family room, crowded around some sort of card game, roping Heuk-chi into it the moment he passed by. A movie was playing in the background, but no one was paying attention to it. Some sort of Disney film that Calista knew Hak had put on for the kids after he was alerted of their impromptu meeting at the store.

Good thing she had sent him that text.

She had asked him to clean up the house and rid it of any exposed weapons when they ran into Tae-jun and the triplets in the store, having a suspicion that they were going to tag along all the way back to the house.

The night before, she was cleaning her knives and reassembling her sniper rifle. She hadn't gotten a chance to put it away, believing she had enough time before they were set to come over. Knowing her brother though, he had tossed them all on her bed without a second thought. It didn't matter, just as long as the children didn't see them.

It wasn't like they weren't aware of it, but in their line of work, they were better protected the less they were exposed to their lifestyle.

In tandem, the green-haired man and the raven-haired girl began to put away the various food items, Jae-ha automatically taking over the fridge and Calista the pantry. However, she dropped what she was doing the instant she heard a small cough.

Clicking her tongue in worry, she hurriedly filled a cup with water, handing it to Tae-yeon, who had just sprinted into the vicinity with Hani right behind him.

He coughed again as he tried to drink it too fast and she hushed him.

"Smaller sips, Tae-yeon. There you go..." Calista encouraged him quietly, masking her concern so that she didn't accidentally scare him.

Eventually, his breathing steadied and she was less panicked than before.

Patting him on the head gently, she asked, "Did you need your medicine? Are you sure you're alright?"

He nodded cutely, raising the cup above his head in an attempt to put it in the sink but he was struggling. His older sister watched him for a moment, letting him try for himself. But he couldn't do it and after another minute of struggling, he reluctantly asked her if she could do it for him.

Hani hopped up and down on her little feet, golden hair bouncing with her as Calista set it down in the sink. "Yeonie, Yeonie, Yeonie, come and meet my pet ladybug!! She's outside!!"

His eyes lit up and Calista was left alone as the kids shot off.

"Wait!!" She called after them worriedly, starting after them as they slid open the glass door leading to the backyard. "Both of you be careful please!!"

"Relax, Calista dear, they'll be fine." Jae-ha reassured her as he put the milk and the giant cake away in the fridge.

Hak was weird, he only ate bakery if it was cold and Yona made sure to call him out on it more than once.

Calista snorted, hesitating for a beat before giving in, knowing he was right. "Only if someone's watching them to make sure they don't accidentally get in trouble like last time."

Jae-ha shook his head slightly, eyes filled with light humor. "They're on our property. What could possibly happen?"

Once, Kija had mistakenly left the two children alone with the triplets, and somehow the five of them managed to land themselves in a police station within the hour. Something about escaped shelter animals and a raid on a corner store with a stereo. She couldn't even make sense of the police report when they had given it to her, and now she just knew better than to ask.

"Hak—"

"I'm on it." He interrupted his sister, already halfway out the door that led to the acres of open land naturally fenced by several hundred-year-old trees. Zeno skipped cheerily after him, closing the door behind him to conserve the heat inside.

Following his younger brother in order to make sure his allergies didn't act up due to his weak lungs, Hak grabbed a spare rake from the shed in the back. He might as well do this now so that he didn't have to do it tomorrow, plus it would make the lawn easier to mow later on. Zeno took the smaller one to help after he played games with Tae-yeon while Hani went to look for her tiny friend.

They raked all the fallen leaves into a huge pile.

But the second Hak turned his back, he heard a yell of, "Cannonball!!", and in came the pitter-patter of small feet shaking the earth.

He let out a shout at the wave of dead leaves that he had just collected showered over him. Spitting out the ones that landed in his mouth, he glared in mock annoyance at his sheepish brother and the delighted golden-haired girl beside him. Zeno threw up his hands, having dived in with the children and sent another torrent of leaves up in the air, beaming widely.

"Mister!! Come on in!!"

Hak shrugged, tossing aside the rake as he sprinted towards them. Work would have to wait.

Hani and Tae-yeon shrieked as he leaped and clumsily scattered about, thoroughly diminishing all of his hard work. But he couldn't bring himself to care as he began to chase them around in a spontaneous game of tag.

Zeno sat on the ground with his legs crossed in front of him, scarf bundled up to his nose as a chilly wind blew by. "Zeno wants the little miss to win!!"

"But what about me?" Tae-yeon whined with big eyes, doubling over in a fit of giggles as Hak scooped him up, tickling his stomach. "Hak— hehe!! Stop!!"

His big brother didn't let up until Hani tackled him with a warrior cry, latching her tiny arms around his neck to get him off of her friend. Hak stood up with a loud but playful roar, chasing the two around the empty field until all of them collapsed in a fit of ringing laughter.

Hours passed before the four reentered into the house, teeth chattering with the need for a hot beverage.

Jae-ha had disappeared back upstairs. Something about a project with Kija and Yona that he had yet to complete. But Calista was still in the kitchen, and now so was Yoon.

Calista told the freezing bunch to go change into something warmer so that they didn't catch a cold and instructed her brother to sift through her closet to find spare jackets for the little ones. While he was busy doing that, she gathered what she needed to make them something hot so that they could warm up on the inside.

Coffee for Hak, and hot chocolate for the kids and Zeno.

Helping the small children onto the kitchen stools on the opposite side of the island where Yoon was at so that they didn't accidentally get in his way, Calista made sure they weren't going to fall off but guiding them to first blow on their hot chocolate before taking a small sip. Things wouldn't go well for the rest of the evening if they burned their tongues while attempting to chug the drink.

Hani swung her feet playfully, emerald eyes eager as she reached for the liquid chocolate.

Pulling back her hand that held the steaming, small mug, Calista stared at her intently. "Drink it slowly, okay, little one?"

She nodded enthusiastically, making grabby hands for it. The older girl finally handed it over, watching her carefully for a minute to make sure she was being careful. The little girl had a history of being too hurried that had unfortunate consequences.

Three sets of footsteps could be heard from the second floor as the triplets ran down the stairs, skidding to a halt once they reached the kitchen, resembling dominoes as Nier crashed into Opal and Yue crashed into his brothers. They fell into a heap on the carpeted floor, with a very winded Tae-jun trailing after them.

Stifling a giggle as the energetic boys sprang back up, she clapped a hand over her mouth as the sound escaped nonetheless and she was faced with three playful brooding looks.

"I didn't do anything." Calista claimed, shrieking and then breaking into a run the second she saw the look in their eyes.

"Get her!!!" Opal screamed, chasing her through the house with his brothers hot on his tail.

"Wait what?! Why me?!?!" She yelled over her shoulder, weaving in and out of the corridors at a breaknecking speed.

Dodging the sharp corner that separated the living room and the foyer, she twisted and turned throughout the extensive first floor of the house. Her memorization of every nook and cranny came in handy. They stumbled after her, not quite as fluent in the layout as she was, eventually giving up and declaring her victory.

"Marshy!!" Calista yelled, completely out of breath, resting her hands on her knees. "When's Gramps coming over?"

Hak checked his watch, keeping Yona at bay with the other hand as he held her out at arms length. They were playing a game of charades with Opal and Yue since Nier declined to have anything to do with lifting a finger after that exhausting chase through the house.

"In an hour." He answered her leisurely, a smirk of amusement stretching across his features as the redhead puffed out her cheeks in frustration. "Yoon, what's for dinner?"

"Hold your horses, you rare beasts!!" Yoon shouted over his shoulder, bustling around the massive kitchen, doing a hundred things at once.

Peering over the kitchen island, Calista tapped on his shoulder when she saw a pause in his purposeful stride.

"Anything I can do to help?" She offered.

She was a complete klutz in the kitchen, but she still wanted to be there for him so that he wasn't so stressed. Still, she wasn't sure if she brought anything to the table. What could a genius pretty boy possibly need from a clumsy girl like her?

Calista could barely keep track of Tae-yeon and Hani as they skipped around, their tiny heads bobbing into view every time one of them got too excited and started jumping up and down.

Yoon never got a chance to answer her as he saw her speed towards the door the second she heard it ring.

Throwing it open, Calista was surprised to find Gi-gan standing on the other side instead of Mundok. Nevertheless, she quickly invited her inside so that the elder woman was out of the cold.

"Would you like some tea?" She offered, taking her coat off and hanging it up for her on the antique coat rack Yona got from a thrift shop. "Is it that time already?"

Gi-gan rubbed her hands together in an effort to get the blood flowing again, sending the raven-haired girl a rare warm smile. "No, no, not yet. The little ones are going trick-or-treating later, yes? Tea sounds wonderful, girl. Thank you."

Flashing her a grin, she led her into the family room filled with laughter and all sorts of shenanigans.

Jae-ha stood up immediately, greeting his old guardian with a trademark, suggestive remark that had the elder smacking him upside the head for his language.

"I didn't teach you that, you brat." Gi-gan fired at him mercilessly.

Simply smiling, Jae-ha dodged the second blow aimed at his head, green ponytail streaming behind him as he escaped her. "Now, Captain, you wouldn't want to scratch a face this beautiful, would you?"

"You overestimate your beauty."

The offended gasp at the flat retort had everyone dying of laughter.

As Calista caught her breath, she boiled some water, gaze drifting to a mop of golden hair that came bounding up to her hopefully. Steering Hani away from the stove so that she didn't accidentally burn herself like last time she got too close, she crouched down to the little girl's level, who now was avoiding her gaze.

"Hey... what's the matter, little one?"

Hani pouted slightly, emerald orbs rounding as she exclaimed, "Can we make caramel apples?"

Chuckling, Calista pushed herself up and held out her hand. The golden-haired girl eagerly took it, pulling out the apples from the fridge as the older one fetched the caramel dip from the pantry.

"Guys!!" She shouted over the noise of their heated game of monopoly. "We're making caramel apples if you want to join!!"

"Not now, Bat-Ears!!" Hak fired back. "I'm just about to win!!"

Rolling her eyes, a crafty smile played upon her lips. "He's cheating."

"I KNEW IT!!!!!" Kija yelled, bolting up.

"Zeno wanted to join!!"

Jae-ha smoothly got to his feet as the two went head to head, whisking Tae-yeon away from the chaotic scene while the two of them bickered over who was right, the triplets egging on the grown men without any hesitation.

Tae-jun was lounging on the couch with Heuk-chi, flipping through the channels on the TV, trying to ignore the massive headache he had coming on.

Swiftly turning off the fire as the kettle began to whistle, Calista placed some jasmine tea leaves in a porcelain cup, leaving it alone to steep for a couple of minutes. Jae-ha and Yona had been the ones to convince Hak they needed nice silverware and fine china. Her idiot-of-a-brother was going to buy plastic utensils and plates from the dollar tree for crying out loud!

She set it down silently on the end table next to Gi-gan, trying not to disturb her.

Yona and Gi-gan were engaged in a casual conversation while the rest of them dipped fuji apples in smooth caramel, placing the finished but messy treats on a parchment paper lined tray so that the taffy treat could set.

The children eagerly waited by the countertop, much too hyper to eat one to even think about sitting down.

Calista gave up trying to pry them away from the island, leaving them to do whatever they wanted now that Yoon was finished making dinner and the kitchen was no longer that hazardous. Collapsing on a velvet chair, she sprawled herself out lazily, done moving for the rest of the day.

Her eyebrows drew together in confusion as she heard the doorbell ring, but sat up with a groan and ran to answer it when no one else got up.

It wasn't even five yet and people were already trick-or-treating?! Unbelievable.

Flinging open the door to give whoever was on the other side a piece of her mind, all words died on her tongue when cropped, blue hair flashed into view. She clapped a hand over her mouth in shock, taking in the signature red marks decorating his cheekbones and those piercing, golden eyes.

Calista choked on air, tears pricking at the back of her eyes.

"Shin-ah?"

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weltonreject · 5 years ago

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our october traditions.

|| for @zombiebowlcut and their genius mind. boris’s first american halloween. || ao3

Theo heaved two very large, but equally misshapen pumpkins onto the kitchen counter. Boris was staring at the newspaper-- upside, mind you-- and didn’t even notice Theo until he nearly placed a large gourd in his lap.

The newspaper folded down almost perfectly. “What is that?”

“It’s a pumpkin, shithead. We’re going to start decorating for Halloween.”

“What?” Boris furrowed his eyebrows and acted like Theo was speaking in tongues. They hadn’t even started drinking that afternoon; Theo made sure of it. It seemed a bit dangerous if either of them were under any sort of influence. “Decorating?”

“Yeah! I’m going to teach you how to carve a pumpkin.”

“...What?”

Theo ignored Boris’s confusion. “Okay so first, lay out the newspaper on the table while I get a knife or something.” Theo pointed loosely with his hand as he started pulling out kitchen drawers. He pretended he didn’t see the strangely filled sandwich bags and looked only for any useful utensils.

“Knife? To cut?” Boris said, stepping down from the chair. He dug in his pocket before snapping a switch blade out of his dark jeans. If Theo wasn’t looking, he would have mistaken it for his snapping wrist.

“Jesus, Boris. Since when in the fuck did you start carrying that around?”

“Um, got knife... from someone sleeping in my house.” Boris shrugged, turning it in his hand. It was slightly comforting to see the handle sitting somewhat uncomfortably in the palm of Boris’s hand. Of all the things he’d held, it was nice to see a weapon fit the worst.

“...Okay... I’m not gonna touch on that one. Just, um, make sure it’s, uh, clean and then pick your pumpkin.”

Boris flipped the blade in his hand, shrugging at it. Theo began unfolded the newspaper and spreading it over the counter island. He nodded toward Boris, who was still staring at the two pumpkins with indifferent disgust. At Theo’s instruction, again, he suddenly slapped his hand out onto the larger of the two.

“This one.” He said, almost proudly. “Is mine.”

“Do you have any ideas?” Theo had been a fan of the most simple triangular features for his jack-o-lanterns. His mother had always been the one with the artistic hand and the more inventive ideas. She made a bat one year, parts of the cutout left remaining to show the bones and structure of the wings. Theo tried to keep it up well into November, he’d loved it so much.

“Ideas about what, Potter? Have no idea what we are doing. Bring in strange fruits and ask me to pick, then to cut, then to-- ideas, Potter? Have one idea. You have lost mind. Desert has done lot to you. Je-sus.”

“You have to carve something into it, Jackass. You don’t just cut shit out. It’s decoration, not the ER left-overs of a bar fight.”

Boris smirked at him. “What do you know about bar fight? Would never do such a thing.”

“I’ll deck you right now, fuck off.” Theo shoved Boris harshly, forgetting for a moment he had a knife in his hands. Luckily, it clattered onto the table; Boris dropping it the moment Theo stepped up to him. He was more aware of the danger than Theo was. “Think of a face or something to cut out. It’s whatever you want.”

Boris mulled the concept over with surprising thought. He turned his head side to side, flopping his hair back and forth. It was in a matted clump from sleeping in Theo’s bed earlier-- really only getting up a few hours before. His lips pursed before he smacked them and clapped his hands deafeningly loud. It shook Theo enough to remind him to stop staring before Boris turned back to him.

“Have it. Can see it.” Boris reached for the knife.

“Wait! Hold on! You have to carve the top part out first. It’s the lid and how you get all the insides out.”

“Huh?”

“Cut around the stem so you can lift it up and out. Like a lid-- you’re supposed to put candles in jack-o-lanterns. And you can’t do that if it’s got all it’s guts inside.”

Theo thought he’d confused Boris more. But without much preamble, Boris bought the knife down into the top of the pumpkin. Both of his hands gripped the handle of the blade; it was still an uncomfortable object to wield. Thank God.

He practically hung over the pumpkin, trying to get his entire arm into it. Theo felt like he was watching a surgeon discover his love for anatomy.

“Ha! Is like putting hand inside someone.” Boris laughed, his elbow flexing as he moved his arm around. Theo could hear the pumpkin squishing in Boris’s hands, right between his fingers.

“Uck! Boris, that’s gross.”

“Do not mean intestines, Potter.” Boris said wryly, lifting his hand up and rolling his fingers around in the orange, stringy mess.

“EW! That’s fucking gross. That can not be what-- Ew. No. That’s gross. Fuck off.” Theo wanted to gag but didn’t want to look weak; able to handle insurmountable amounts of drugs but not looking at the inside of a pumpkin. Or hearing a possible comparison to some kind of sexual act. No, Theo couldn’t gag at that. Now how would that look.

It was in Theo’s best interest to let the topic go. To act like he and Boris weren’t familiar with what they were dancing around. No, it was better to grab the knife and just keep cutting.

ii.

Boris's pumpkin, in all honesty, looked better than Theo's. It was carved blindly and with half-committed Russian words that half-complimented, half-insulted the face. The eyes were round and wonky, trying to have pupils, but the concept of not completing a cut in order to keep some of the piece hanging in the empty space eluded them both. By the end, the pumpkin had eyes that were wide-open and startled. Unblinking. Refusing to give them any privacy, it seemed.

Theo stood a step farther away from Boris as they admired their work, but he wasn’t sure why. It was just a pumpkin. It was just them.

“I’ll grab some candles when we go out-- we can light them when it gets darker.” Theo said.

“Going where?”

“To the supermarket. We have to get candy.”

“Oh. Okay.” Boris seemed to have an argument, or at least a question, but there was an unfamiliar timidness in his acceptance. He put his hands in his pockets, as if keeping his rebuttal to himself.

“Typically, you don’t get your own candy.” Theo reassured Boris’s presumed knowledge. “We just have no houses for trick-or-treating. So we’re improvising.”

“Plan to do what? Ask for candy at supermarket?”

“No.” Theo laughed. He quickly tried to disguise his mockery of Boris’s naive and honest question. It was finally something Boris had very few and far between ideas about; Theo had to remember these weren’t traditions to Boris, yet. They were still all first iterations, first experiences-- all with Theo. “We’re going to steal some candy. I’ll grab you some, you grab me some. Then we’ll trade whatever we don’t want.”

It wasn’t a gift or favor if it didn’t cost either of them anything. Then again, love never cost anyone anything--

"Trick-or-treat.” Boris repeated, the concept emerging from his own embodiment of the word. “That is-- knock, yes? And the-- word.. ack, what is word, Potter? Over body. Um... Dis-guys?”

“Costume.” Theo blinked and snapped back to Boris’s face. It was no longer soft or amused-- furrowed in his confusion. “You aren’t really hiding from anyone. You don’t need a disguise. Just a costume.”

“Oh. Okay.” Boris held his arms up, looking at his sweater sleeves. “What is costume?”

They didn’t really have the means to be much of anything except maybe different variations of the same hungry children, but Theo quickly tried to come up with something. Boris couldn’t just be the kid who couldn’t afford a costume. "You can be Dracula!” Theo motioned to Boris’s conveniently monochromatic outfit. “That’s perfect! You’re... brooding enough.”

“And teeth!” Boris bared his crooked teeth, nearly perfectly angled for fangs. Almost close enough to bite too--

“You’ll terrorized everyone at the store.”

“Yes, can do that. But who are you?” Boris asked, lifting a weak hand toward Theo. He was in his old, far-rattier, sweater and a pair of slacks from his previous school. “Cannot be scary, Potter.”

"Uh-- hey!” Theo said, pursing his lips. He quickly changed to clenching his jaw; Xandra always pursed her lips or popped her hip. Theo stopped doing both to look more physically upset with Boris.

“You look like... Liberian!”

“... A librarian?” Theo said slowly, trying not to laugh. “Well thanks. I guess, then I can just be... I don’t know. Van Helsing, maybe?” Then we’d match, and we’d belong together in public. “Oh, but then we’d match-- I don’t know if that’s--”

“A victim!” Boris cheered, throwing his arms up and charging at Theo.

For a moment, Theo allowed himself to laugh. He ducked his head to the side-- all but fucking giggling like some little girl-- and letting Boris drop his arms on top of his shoulders. His arms were long and there was still distance. It was strange-- and it was suspicious from the outside, sure-- but it was still safe.

In another moment, one coming way too quickly, Theo felt his stomach try to rise up to his throat. Boris’s one hand braced the side of his neck, while the other looped under his arm and gripped his shoulder. His grip pulled on his clothes, tight but not as frantic as it had been before-- just the night before. The collar of Theo’s sweater moved away, a stitch quietly popping under Boris’s fingers. It made space for Boris’s teeth-- lips-- trying to find their spot on the side of Theo’s neck.

“What the fuck, man. Get off of me!” Theo cried, shoving Boris’s back harshly. He stumbled back but his hands were still on Theo. And he still wanted them to be. “Don’t fucking touch me like that.”

Theo wasn’t sure if he’d intended to slap or punch Boris. Either way, his hand made sharp and heavy contact with Boris’s mouth, his head snapping to the side as he staggered back. Theo readjusted his sweater in the immediate aftermath, his hands trying to echo where Boris’s had been, if only to relish the contact for a moment of imagination.

Boris stood, hunched over, cupping his mouth. “Fucking got me, Potter.” His hand fell away and he was smiling. His lip had split and blood was pooling around the curves of his bottom lip. Boris’s fingers played with the large droplet of sticky crimson guilt. “Ha! Look! Blood, Potter!”

“I-- yeah.” Theo knew better than to say the other forbidden word: sorry.

“Vampire! AH!”

“Yeah. Full vampire.”

Theo wondered, selfishly and disgustingly, what Boris’s teeth would have felt like playfully puncturing his neck and not his knuckles. The forbidden chance had been dangled in front of Theo, temptation grabbing him with a tight grip, and he blew it. Curiosity would be the most promising nightmare.

“Let’s go get some candy, before all the good stuff is gone.”

iii.

Theo scoured the aisle for mixed bags of snappable candy. Boris didn’t like the candy with sticky, chewy, stringy insides. No caramel, nougat, or that chewy coconut shit either. He liked candy that snapped when he bit down. It was something stupid and primal, Theo was sure, but the short, staccato laugh Boris let out when the snack would snap between his front top and bottom teeth was unforgettable-- and that night, desired.

If Theo could get Boris to laugh, to find small, infantile joy eating stolen last minute, sale candy, he’d gotten everything he wanted.

There was a bag of Crunch bars, KitKats, 100 Grand bars, Twix, and Snickers sitting along the sparse bags of sugary, hard candy. Theo grabbed it and tucked it into the inside of his father’s borrow coat. It barely looked like Theo had taken anything-- in fact it made the waistline of the coat fit better. He still had some sleeves to fill.

Theo spotted Boris weaving around the seasonal endcap of the aisle, studying the ways all the familiar candy wrappers were now orange or covered in bats. He pretended to study the nutrition label on the back of a bag as a mother and child walked behind him. The child tried to point at Boris’s split and still-bleeding lip, but the mother paid no attention to Boris. Just like he had no intention of paying for that candy.

Theo left Boris to his operation and wandered down to the oral hygiene aisle. He strolled, with almost adult-like authority, along the rows of expensive electronic toothbrushes until he reached the plastic covered ones that hung on the wall like packaged pens. Theo grabbed a blue one-- with soft bristles, because someone had sensitive enamel from years of eating straight sugar and not gargling after vomiting-- and slipped it up his sleeve.

He sighed, pretending he hadn’t found what he was looking for, and started to head out toward the parking lot again to wait for Boris. Just as he tried to exit the aisle, a worker came around with an arm full of plastic pumpkin baskets. Theo skidded to a halt-- clutching his jacket and the candy-- in lightning fast response.

“Sorry.” Theo said, stepping aside quickly. The worker was frazzled, barely noticing that Theo had even stopped him. The baskets wobbled in his arms, their faces printed just off-center to the indentations of the “carved” features. They were ugly and obviously all defects. “Hey, can I have one of those?”

“What? They’re all going in the trash. They’re garbage and it’s literally Halloween.” The teenager spoke as if Theo had been born on a different planet, unaware of the time, day, and possibly the year.

“Yeah. I know. Then let me have one.” Theo thrust his hand out. “Fucking give me one. It’s important.”

“Okay, here you go. Asshole.” The worker handed it to Theo, but not before ripping the tag off the handle. “Go loiter somewhere else. We’re closing in a half hour, too. Is that your friend? The one who looks like a corpse.”

“He’s a vampire.”

“He looks like he’s fucking dead.” The man correctly, hitching his armful up. “And he’s been reading that bag label for five minutes. Is he simple or something?”

“English isn’t his second language, cut him some slack.” Theo scoffed. “Asshole.”

“Well, whatever he speaks, tell him we’re closing and to either buy the candy or leave.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Theo said, smiling. “I’ll be sure to do that.”‘

While the teenager turned away, Theo grabbed a tube of toothpaste, floss, and one of the travel head covers. He barely tried to hide them as he marched for the door.

There was something careful in how Boris was searching, Theo didn’t want to disturb him. Part of him said it was because he wanted to let Boris have his own shopping time uninterrupted or rushed. But the larger part of Theo was secretly pleased that he was choosing candy meant for him with such purpose and care.

It meant nothing, probably, but Theo let it mean everything as he stood out at their meetup spot. As he waited, he practiced smiling without looking too happy.

iv.

“Here. For your candy.” Theo held the plastic pumpkin out to Boris. His hand felt like it wanted to be shaking, but it was too afraid to even do that.

Boris took it carefully, studying its off-brand features. “Is for my candy? That you give me?”

“Yeah! But, you’ve got to ask me for it first.” Theo said. He used his teeth to rip open the bag, tossing the end into the dumpster.

“Have candy, Potter?”

“No! Trick-or-Treat! You’ve got to ask-- just hold your basket out and ask ‘trick-or-treat’! And then I’ll say some super weird passively-adult thing about your costume and then give you your candy. Okay. Now go.”

Boris jerked his basket forward, teeth bared and dried blood now brown. “Trick! Or treat, Potter!”

“Oh wow! Look at your fangs... Not even fake.”

“Fuck off! Teeth are fine-- chew just fine.”

“You can’t tell a suburban mom to fuck off.” Theo laughed, tilting the bag into Boris’s basket. It overflowed and the stiff candy clattered on the asphalt. “They’ll call neighborhood watch on you.”

“Fuck if I care.” Boris held the basket to his chest, crossing his arms over it. He held delightful ownership over the new holiday clutch and seasonal candy. They’d created their own tradition, own triumphing memory, standing by the dumpster of Lucky’s. It wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t exactly the quintessential American Halloween, but it was one Boris could recount without sounding like he’d copied some made-for-tv movie; it was lop-sided and little fucked up-- just enough-- to truly be Boris’s first Halloween.

Actually, all the perfect Halloweens Theo had ever had seemed fruitless compared to watching Boris cradle his first trick-or-treated haul of candy. Getting things right the first time was stupidly overrated.

Theo felt the urge to jot that down. To remember to tell his mother-- next time he saw her-- how great Halloween had the potential to be if the mischief and wickedness were lent the chance to match costumes with joy and innocence.

Boris accosted the entire living room floor as he dumped his basket out onto the carpet. He spread it out so no two pieces of candy were resting on top of each other. His hands ran over the crinkling wrappers, feeling the even square molds-- until he stopped and firmly gripped the toothbrush. He held it up to Theo with an accusatory look.

“Are trying to tell me something?” He asked.

“No, no. It’s not like that. Most of the time, there’s this family of doctors or something that always give out healthy food or non-candy for Halloween. I decided the family you ran into would’ve been a dentists. So I gave you a toothbrush.” Theo shrugged. “You wanted the full experience.”

Theo also wasn’t sure if Boris even had a toothbrush. He’d seen him with one, when they first met, bristles flattened and parted from over-extended use. He said nothing further-- not about the old toothbrush, or about how Boris placed it gingerly by his side just then, tucked just under his knee for safe keeping.

“Stupid dentists. Of all doctor career-- all part of body to think about, all day all the time-- who pick teeth? It is bone. Weird bone to talk with! Who want to see bone all day, and fix and grind and drill? Seem so stupid when think about it.” Boris exclaimed, still running his hands over the candy. “Will not go to dentist house again. Have learned lesson, Potter. Fuck the doctor houses.”

Theo laughed and moved closer to Boris-- just to be able to pour his own candy out for trading. “Okay, what do you want out of my pile-- I’ll take all your snickers.”

Theo’s bag was full of most of the same candy, but also small Hershey bars and Baby Ruths instead of 100 Grands. It was the principle of trading more than it was either of them getting more of what they wanted. Confectionery bargaining was a skill few had back in New York. Only Andy was ever really good at it.

“What is in Baby Ruth?” Boris asked, turning over some of Theo’s silver-wrapped pieces. “Is that woman?”

“Baseball player, actually. Like Babe Ruth.” Theo said, quickly pealing one of them open. “Here, try one. It’s mostly nougat I think.”

“Uck.” Boris muttered, still taking it. He popped the whole thing in his mouth, his cheek bulging as he tried to chew it quickly. It was too sticky, but Boris didn’t seem to mind. “Gross.”

“Careful. Your fangs.”

“Ah!” Boris bared his teeth again, holding his arms up as if he had a cape to shield him. “Will eat your blood!

“It’s uh,” Theo nearly gargled the word, struggling to say it cleanly. “it’s suck your blood, Boris.”

“Yes. That too.” He chopped his teeth loudly, the candy gone. Theo recoiled and clutched his own jaw. Boris did it twice more, breaking into a grin the more Theo looked disgusted. “Am bothering you! Halloween spirit, yes?”

“Sure. Something like that.” Theo picked up a Crunch bar and tossed it at Boris’s head. It caught momentarily in his matted curls before slipping through and onto his legs.

“Oh? Candy fight?” Boris grabbed a fistful of chocolates. His long fingers and tight grip snapped many of the bars in half, the sound heard underneath the crinkling plastic. “Tradition too?”

Theo paused, his arms no where near his face in defense. He grinned, only clenching his eyes closed. “Yeah. It’s definitely tradition. For us, at least.”

“Can be tradition that you lose?” Boris cackled, throwing both handfuls directly at Theo’s chest. “Do not think will change. Am always good shot, Potter.”

“Oh, fuck off. Arrogance is not about to become any part of this holiday, Boris. I swear to God--” Theo was pelted with every candy brand on the floor individually. Boris had a pile at his feet he tossed at him one by one, squirming backward slowly as Theo dodged them and shifted onto his knees.

“No! No! No! Cannot touch Dracula!” Boris cried, fully falling onto his back. He wiggled back and forth like a snake but gained no distance away from Theo.

There was something about a snake Theo read in a book once. Temptation, or something, right? Wasn’t that how the story went? That snake, that woman, and that apple-- but that one wasn’t candied.

Theo flopped down on Boris with all his weight, laughing at the loud oof! Boris wheezed out. His arms grabbed onto Theo’s back, but he didn’t push him away. Instead, his hands pressed Theo closer and rolled them over. The candy slid and squashed under them, like a really strange bed of orange and red foliage. With Theo on his back, Boris sat up with his legs on either side of Theo’s waist. Theo was pinned, eyes wide and mouth open, but not in any rejection. The temptation looked sweet.

“I bite!” Boris cried, placing his hands on Theo’s chest and shoulder. “Suck blood from you, Potter.”

And he did. He pushed Theo’s head to the side and playfully (and with surprising delicacy) bit down on the curve of his neck. It was weird, really really weird, but it was still touch. Undefinable touch, at that. It wasn’t anything romantic and definitely wasn’t anything sexual. It was just playing vampire. There were no rules or sermons against that. Theo allowed himself to laugh, shivering at the cold drag of Boris’s teeth across his skin.

It was so weird, but Theo felt so free. He’d never felt the touch of anyone be so warm and his entire world seem so far off. It wasn’t even tradition at that point; it was habit. Boris would always be the one that made Theo feel like every frayed nerve was neatly sewn back together. Like every moment was worth remembering and recording, all in the hopes of recreating it someday. Same crooked smiles, same laughter giggles, same mishaps, same boy. Always the same boy.

#boreo #theo and boris #tgf fic #zombiebowlcut

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chcsingdrecms · 4 years ago

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𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

bold what applies to your muse

the vvitch: the darkness of a cluster of trees. a crackling campfire. the snap of a twig underfoot. the sound of children’s laughter. a sense of kinship with animals. isolation in the wilderness of life. fighting to free yourself from repression. cutting ties with toxic family members. feeling lost, alone, and afraid in the forest of your own emotions. the feeling that something – or someone – is watching you.

it: the refreshing feeling of summer vacation. spending time with your best friends. the feeling that something important is missing from your life. waking from a nightmare in the middle of the night. the sick feeling of missing a step while walking up the stairs in the dark. thinking you see something moving just out of your line of sight. cotton candy. red balloons. a shiver running down your spine.

mother!: a sense of peaceful isolation, relief in solitude. the spike of anxiety upon being thrust into an unfamiliar situation. feeling protective over the things that are yours. a tumultuous turn in a relationship with someone you love. smoke billowing from a roaring fireplace. a thunderstorm raging outside an open window. the gutwrenching sound of a baby crying. your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your blood boils.

annihilation: embarking on a new adventure. the pursuit of knowledge and truth. the discovery of something you don’t quite understand, but want to. something strange and powerful running through your veins. sheer otherworldly beauty. the lump in your throat when you know you’ve done something wrong, and want to make up for it. the aurora borealis. a rainbow across the sky in the wake of a terrible storm.

halloween: a flickering jack-o-lantern on a front porch. distant sirens. being haunted by your past. a constant sense of vigilance. the sound of shattering glass. living like it’s the last night of your life. coming together to protect the people you love. a secret passageway. feeling the need to look over your shoulder as you walk home alone at night. blood staining your clothes.

hereditary: the creeping dread of walking through your house alone in the dark. dark family secrets, buried and then brought to light. strained family relationships. the feeling of something crawling on your skin. fear so suffocating that you struggle to breathe. an eerie light coming in through your bedroom window. losing your head. a heavy depression that threatens to destroy you.

suspiria: a curtain of long hair spread out across a pillow. the comforting touch of a hand against your cheek. a close circle of friends. music that carries you to the point where you just can’t help but dance. the thrill of having accomplished one of your goals. great power hiding behind innocence. straining to try and remember something you’ve forgotten. extending your hand in friendship and solidarity to others.

midsommar: a garden of brightly colored flowers bursting into life. a beautifully embroidered dress. dancing hand in hand. flowers braided into long hair. paint smeared across blank pages. billowing smoke. pristine white cliffs. the feeling of being left out of an inside joke. herbal tea. a close sense of community. letting go of painful memories and toxic relationships and moving forward in happiness.

us: feeling a disconnect with what you see when you look into a mirror. finding catharsis through dance. coping with trauma. hiding secrets from the people you love, fearing rejection. the haunting sight of an empty street. an ominous silhouette against the horizon. the lingering, unwanted connection to someone else. the rush of adrenaline as you run. rabbits. letting your past finally die.

black swan: the tune of the main theme of swan lake played in a music box. fighting and destroying yourself. going too far in order to find perfection in one’s art. a neurotic tendency which effects your mental state. black wings. losing innocence through sexual encounters. the haunting sound of wind instruments imitating the sound of swans. losing yourself through the music. the tragic story of the swan queen.

helter skelter (2012): obsessed with one’s own beauty. feeling like your time is running out. flashing lights from cameras. the sound of the clock ticking. the abuse of drugs that make you unravel. feeling like you’re being forgotten by the world. mirror mirror, on the wall. the ugly reality of plastic surgery. manufactured beauty. a romantic partner that uses you to climb the social latter. the color red. dirty secrets let out by someone you trusted as revenge. disappearing into obscurity.

sympathy for lady vengeance: an angel passing over a quiet dinner. red eyeshadow. being punished for someone else’s crime. getting revenge from the person who hurt you. spiritual transformation during isolation and imprisonment. pure as white snow. taking the blame to save your loved one. promising to never sin. singing happy birthday with a candle-lit cake to ghost children. reuniting with a child. snow falling during the night.

#;and i held tight to the captain's might as he pulled up a truce (holly aesthetic)#Queue Wanted

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19mrs-barnes17 · 5 years ago

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The Maze

Summary: Your friends head into a haunted house and you decide to entertain yourself in a corn maze, but you weren’t prepared for what you found.

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Bucky x reader (College AU)

Warnings: anxiety? death, mention of blood and monsters, overall spooky theme

Word count: 2,740

A/N: my submission for @barnesrogersvstheworld ‘s AYAOTD challenge! The prompt is in bold. [BTW I made the collage above :) and I’m pretty proud lol]

It scared you. That tightening in your chest, the one that ached with a panic that never seemed to dull. Shaking hands and frightened eyes that flickered about the area as you held tightly onto your keys. Your fingers aching from the pressure of the cool metal between them. The chill of the dark night, it sent shivers down your spine. Your heartbeat was steady. However, the adrenaline pumping through your veins was seeing to altering that all on its own.

So there you were, standing outside the rotting building that seemed to drip with cobwebs and ooze blood. Your eyes scanned over it again and again, becoming more creeped out by it realistic nature by the minute. Shaking your head you took a step back, your friends sighing at your decision.

“Okay. Well, just wait out here okay? We shouldn’t be long.” They vanished from sight as they stepped through the entryway, their screams and laughter sounding from within. Well, sounds like you’ll have to find new roommates for the apartment.

A chill passed down your spine as your eyes scanned the place for something to keep your mind occupied. A hay ride, corn maze, and several food stalls that you had already eaten at. Nothing about the ride or maze seemed fun, especially alone in the dark of night. You sat shifting your weight for a while, unsure if you made the right call until you got another look at the house. A groan escapes your lips before you turn on your heel and head toward the maze.

The air grows absolutely frigid, your skin prickling under your clothes at the mere caress of the breeze. Gravel crunches under your boots as you make your way down the path, eyes nervously glancing around at any small sound. This was a terrible idea. As you hugged your sweater closer, acutely aware of the goosebumps prickling across your arms and the back of your neck. You mentally flip a coin before turning left down a path that seemed heavily tread.

The flickering lights of the candles in the jack-o-lanterns that were scattered along the pathways grew ever more distant, the path darkening under the cloudy night sky. You can’t help but feel dread rising in your chest, fearing that you had made a wrong turn down a false path. When you could hardly see the path, the flickering lights too distant and dim, that dread had become certainty. As you sift through your bag for your phone you silently curse the lazy punks who decided to carve their own way through the maze. The moment your hands and mind simultaneously realized it, there was a tightening around you heart. You had forgotten it at home. Too late had you remembered, halfway to the festival. Shit. You chastised yourself for forgetting and did your best to retrace your steps.

According to your watch, as far as you can tell, you have been in the maze for forty minutes. It’s only supposed to take approximately 20. Your mind was becoming frantic, thinking up all kinds of things that go bump in the night. The pounding of your heart echoing in your ears as you stumble through the maze, gradually losing the ability to take a proper breath. Your anxiety was heightened by the creepy scarecrow lurking above the corn. You don’t remember seeing that there before, and boy was it freaking you out. Tears threatened to spill over and down your cheeks, terror setting in.

It had now been an hour. You debated shoving through the corn and making your own way out, however, the sound of husks crunching under a pair of feet snatched your attention. Wiping away a few stray tears, you cleared your throat and began shouting at the stranger.

“Hello?! Is someone there? Do you have a map? I think I took a wrong turn somewhere.” Panic was evident in your shaky voice as your head whipped every which way in search of the stranger. The night was far too dark for your eyes to make out anything in the maze but the corn.

A sudden hand on your shoulder has you screaming until your eyes land on the culprit. You roll your eyes as he shakes his head and chuckles softly, his teasing gaze pumping anger in your veins.

“Not funny Buck. Not funny at all.” Your arms wrapped once more around your torso, the temperature continuing to drop. “How did you find me?”

“The maze is closed. You’re the only one left in here doll, like a needle in a haystack. But your shouting did help.” He shrugs off his leather jacket, pulling his hoodie over his head and into your hands. You stare at him incredulously, brow furrowed.

“You’ll freeze in that shirt and jacket.” He just shook his head and began walking, leaving you only slightly behind as you pulled his hoodie over your head. “Thank you.”

“What were you doing in here anyway? You were supposed to wait outside.” He had this concerned look in his eyes and disappointment in the furrow of his brow.

“I just wanted to entertain myself while you guys were in the house. That place gave me the creeps. I didn’t mean to get lost in here.” You kicked a rock off to the side and weren’t startled by the thud but what followed. The rock rolled back. “What the hell?”

“What?” You didn’t respond, instead grabbing his hand and squeezing it tightly in fear. “Y/N, what is it?”

All you could do was point at the pair of glowing yellow eyes hiding within the stalks, peering from within the darkness. It took all your self control not to scream as you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s torso, social anxiety be damned. There was no way you were staying in this maze a minute longer.

��Get me out of here.” You had never heard the terror in your own voice so shaky and quiet, eyes pleading with your friend. Any panic in his eyes was concealed by a newfound sense of protectiveness, his arm on the small of your back as he leads you onward. His eyes continue to flicker between the path ahead and what was left behind, cautious of whatever you had discovered in the maze.

A rustling behind the two of you caught your attention as you finally reached the outer ring of jack-o-lanterns, stopping dead in your tracks. Bucky’s hand moved to grab yours as he locked eyes on whatever was behind you.

“Don’t look. Keep your eyes ahead, and when I tell you to run. Promise me.” He doesn’t look at you, keeping his gaze on the thing behind you. “Promise me, please.”

“I-I promise. What’s going on Buck? What is it?” You nearly turn your head but Bucky is quick, shouting for you to move. “Not without you, damn it!”

You grip his hand tight and begin to bolt through the maze unsure if you would be able to resist glancing behind you. What the hell were you running from? Preoccupied by your thoughts you failed to notice the pumpkin before you, tripping over and into stalks of corn. Unfortunately, Bucky was no match for your entire body weight yanking him to the side and into the corn stalks. Both of you land with a muffled groan and flat on your stomach, small scratches across what little skin was exposed.

The wind had been knocked out of you, your lungs burning and aching for air. Your hands grasp at the dried husks that littered the dirt path as you desperately tried to fill your lungs with air. Tears poured down your cheeks as you gasped, vision a bit hazy.

“Shhh. Relax, just relax. Give yourself a minute.” Bucky knelt by your side, rubbing your back gently as he scanned the area around you. Once you get your bearings, you pull yourself up from the ground. There’s still a burning in your lungs but its duller.

“Woah, what’re you doing?” Bucky is turning you about, scanning your hands and legs, your scratched up knee and face.

“Looking for any serious injuries.” You stand at attention, and he gives a small smile. “Very funny.”

“What d’ya reckon serge? Am I good to go?” He shakes his head at your silly character voice, and that’s when you notice the scratch under his right eye. You decide to give him a quick once over which he of course protests.

“I’m fine. We need to go before-”

“Did you hear something?” Your eyes flicker about the small area, a dead end in the maze likely created by some punks.

“Just your god awful attempt at a Boston accent. I mean ser-” You narrow your eyes at him and place a hand over his mouth.

“Sh. I’m serious Buck.” He removes your hand, eyes scanning and ears listening for the rustling of the corn stalks. But it's dead silent. And your not sure that’s any better. “We need to go now or I’m officially never leaving the apartment again.”

There’s a gnawing feeling in your gut, that ghastly chill on the nape of your neck, and a tightening in your chest. All signs pointing to danger, and you feared a pair of eyes were on you. The feeling has you wanting to pick up your pace.

“Whatever it is that you won’t let me see, it’s back.” Bucky’s brow furrows as he glances around.

“I don’t see it, how do you know?” You almost answer, but footprints in the mud before you make your heart drop into your stomach.

“Oh, god.” Your eyes travel up and are met with that of an indescribable creature, one you knew you could never forget. You wouldn’t know where to begin. It’s eyes were all you could focus on, with their haunting golden glow and their dead gaze. There seemed to be no life behind them and yet its chest heaved. It released a low growl that emanated from somewhere within. You were frozen in place, hand tightly gripping on to Bucky’s in sheer terror.

“Don’t move.” Out of your peripheral vision you noticed a faint blue glow coming from the side of his pocket. You wanted to warn against such a reckless move, but you honestly couldn’t muster the words. “Help is on the way. We have to run.”

“I-I can’t.” You hadn’t mentioned it, thinking that you had made it free, but there had been an exponentially increasing amount of blood flowing down your leg. “Guess that scratch was worse than we thought sarge.” Your whisper was shaky and the beast before your growled once more, a shiver trickling down your spine.

“I’m not leaving you.” You really wanted to give him a ‘no shit Sherlock’ look but the creature was watching closely.

“I would hope not soldier. That would look mighty bad on your record.”

“Seriously Y/N. I’m gonna have to carry you.” You nearly shook your head, the creatures eyes flickering between you.

“No way. Not enough time for you to pick me up bridal style. This thing seems to enjoy a hunt, but I’m willing to bet not that much.”

“Who said anything about bridal style?”

“Oh no you do-”

It was too late, he had slung you over his shoulder. You help your hair out of your face, unfortunately gaining the job of monster watch. Fuck.

“How we lookin’ doll?”

“Well, I would say the view is lovely. However, the moment I look up there’s a rampant creature barreling toward us!” Bucky lets out a breathless chuckle as he cuts a corner.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Your brows furrow, baffled at what he was talking about.

“The moment we’re free then you can take your speed as a compliment. Not a minute sooner Barnes.”

“What about the so called view?” Your eyes widen and you can barely feel the heat rising in your cheeks as they flushed crimson.

“I was not talking about your ass sergeant.” Mutters something along the lines of ‘yeah sure’ as he adjust you on his shoulder. “Keep dreaming, but the thing that is currently gaining speed on us is sort of occupying my attention.”

“So you say. Entrance up ahead, at least 15ft.” You almost allowed yourself to cheer but the gnawing feeling in your gut told you not to celebrate just yet.

“Fuck. there’s another one.”

“What?! Bigger? Smaller? Please say smaller.”

“Okay, but Abe Lincoln wouldn’t approve.” You can hear the strain in his breathing and the low growls of the creatures as the gain. “I know I said they were gaining already. But they’re seriously gaining Buck, you might want to tap into that tank of adrenaline.”

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing?”

“A new and fun cardio exercise that I will never be a part of again?”

“You and me both doll. Almost there.” But they were quicker than almost, pulling his leg from under him and knocking the wind out of you for the second time tonight. Bucky cradles you beneath him and uses his body like a shield. He screams in agony but refuses to move despite your pounding on his chest.

“Damn you! Move! I won’t let you do this! I won’t go without you! In this maze and in life, I’m with you-”

“Till the end of the line.” He cries out as he’s clawed across the back, blood pooling down his sides and staining his blue v-neck crimson.

“No!” Suddenly everything goes black and you're filled with a sense of confusion as the pain in your body evaporates.

“Y/N! Wake up!” Those steel blue eyes peering over you in the dim light of the hall sent tears down your cheeks.

The panic and rush of emotions had you pulling him in close, not caring at the moment about the repercussions. His lips are soft and gentle, the salt of your tears mixing in with the kiss as he held you with one arm. You don’t allow him to gaze too long in your eyes as your wrap your arms around him tightly.

“Was it a nightmare?” He’s shaken the shock of the kiss off a bit, still dazed and confused. “What happened in it?”

“It was so real Buck. So, so real.” You were practically shaking in his arms. “Remember how I told you about getting lost in a corn maze at night when I was 9?”

He nods, eyes watching you intently as you try to make sense of your nightmare. His hand still rested on the small of your back, making you unfocused.

“Uh, well… That’s where it was set.” You tell him everything, tears threatening to spill over as you reach the bitter end. “I couldn’t save you. Worse, I got you killed. And it all seemed so real.”

“Hey, it's okay. I’m alive. It was just a figment of your wild imagination Y/N. Look at me,” Your eyes find his and he smiles softly. “I’m okay. Nothing got me, we’re safe.”

He continues muttering comforting words until your breathing steadies and you calm down.

Tag list: @qtmeryr @broken-hearted-barnes @barnesrogersvstheworld @asphalt-cocktail

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #college au #spoopy season #spooky #halloween #ayaotdchallenge

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jianzino · 5 years ago

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𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 bold what applies to your muse

tagged by: STOLEN from @east--moon

Tagging: @svvcn @than-atos @daiseun @bakanuhl @baudellare

#𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒊. ( jiang )#ever since east mentioned lady v i've been trying to talk myself out of watching it #am i about to scare myself forever probably #thanks love!#also i forgot kiko was in hs.... this meme just made me want to binge watch horror movies

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bloodfcst-a · 5 years ago

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gythe horror renaissance aesthetic edition.

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tagged by: @enshijou + @east--moon ( thank you ! )

Tagging: @arcitraditore @voyamir @strfe @serophs @stylunt @lastwished @duplikiss @quirofiliac @dyivaos @verumking @grdna + i’ll let you pick this for yourself !

helter skelter: obsessed with one’s own beauty. feeling like your time is running out. flashing lights from cameras. the sound of the clock ticking. the abuse of drugs that make you unravel. feeling like you’re being forgotten by the world. mirror mirror, on the wall. the ugly reality of plastic surgery. manufactured beauty. a romantic partner that uses you to climb the social latter. the color red. dirty secrets let out by someone you trusted as revenge. disappearing into obscurity.

sympathy for lady vengeance: an angel passing over a quiet dinner. red eyeshadow. being punished for someone else’s crime. getting revenge from the person who hurt you. spiritual transformation during isolation and imprisonment. pure as white snow. taking the blame to save your loved one. singing happy birthday with a candle-lit cake to ghost children. reuniting with a child. snow falling during the night.

#♘ kisaragi .#this was!!!! real dark and spookums...#fitting while i cry over re2...

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infernumagi · 4 years ago

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𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗖 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

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#dash game.#see you in hell ; aesthetic.

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