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Comfort - Bruce Wayne x Fem!reader

Pairing: Battinson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst, not really, sad reader.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Bruce kind of comforting reader after having a mood drop lol

Notes: I can’t really sleep, I’ve been having the same mood drops I thought I was over, so I just wrote this to cheer me up. If you struggle with the same thing, I hear you, here’s a little battison to hug you.

For years it seemed like it wasn’t going to get better. To say you didn’t know how to navigate through your feelings was an understatement. You weren’t really sure what was happening, or what made you feel the way you did.

Even on the best days, sometimes these mood drops were unpredictable. Suddenly the world starts to slow down and you felt like you’re just there.

It felt like it wasn’t a big deal, it was something you always experienced and you tended to deal with it by isolating yourself until you felt good enough to go back out. The last thing you wanted was to plague anyone with some kind of silly feelings that would go just as they came.

Though you felt crazy to assimilate your relationship this way, it seemed like that’s why you and Bruce got along so well. It wasn’t far fetched to wonder if he felt the same way. As your relationship developed with him, spending the night became religious. You were almost a stranger to your own apartment, finding warmth and safety in his bruised arms.

Tonight, you had the same feeling crawling into you. A bitter sting tainted your veins, spreading quickly throughout your body. It seemed like over the years your body would just succumb to the sentiment. The unease caused you to shoot up from the familiar black sheets.

Bruce was hardly a heavy sleeper, but you didn’t blame him for being a stone after the day of living a double life today. Some days it really did catch up to him, board meetings by day, beating bad guys by night.

You had the luxury of choosing the room you wanted to hide in tonight, usually it was the study. It was warm and comforting, the hug you needed tonight.

The room was dimly lit, scattered papers and book decorated the shelves and the fair sized desk. You crawled into the massive chair that hid behind the computer, bringing your legs up to your chest, layering a blanket over your body.

For one reason or another, this always seemed to be a habit of yours. If you couldn’t run away from your feelings or confront them, your mind tricked you into just going to another room. Almost as if that would solve the issue, but deep down you knew it didn’t, however it seemed like your mind didn’t know any better, did it?

Bitter thoughts galloped through you, the same feeling of defeat in hand with your despair. You loved Bruce, more than anything, but because of this you told yourself you could handle this on your own.

You hated hiding from him, hiding anything from him. All it took was his eyes meeting yours, he could get anything out of you. Looking away from him was always a dead giveaway. Your hands rubbed your arms, crossing themselves in hopes of tricking yourself that you were being hugged by anyone other than yourself. Sometimes, the feeling would just push your chest downward, almost like you were completely giving up.

A thick hand appeared on your knee, your eyes followed it back to Bruce, then looking down in shame. “I can’t sleep.” You half admitted as if he was determined to get a response as to why you disappeared from him.

Again, it was useless to try to hide anything from him, it was his literal job to put clues together. However, there was a silence that felt easy, maybe it was the way he looked at you. Without any fine lines across his brows, instead almost a pout of worry. His hand never gripping you, instead offering itself to you as a sincere gesture. After spending so much time with him, it was only a matter of time to learn a few skills from him, to study him.

You lightly rubbed your bottom lip between your teeth, pursing you lip in hopes of alleviating any lingering discomfort. Your eyes couldn’t find where to look anymore, until you felt Bruces’ arms reach down to cradle your figure.

Still unwilling to look him in the eye, you looked down to your thighs as the blanket draped itself down to the carpet floor. Feeling the softest kiss on the side of your head, you closed your eyes.

“It’s not your fault this happens sweetheart.”

He murmured into your face. His voice still sleepy yet so full of patience and warmth. Did he know? Of course he knew.

Your eyes turned to anywhere but him as he walked you back over to his inviting bed, with a messy comforter as evidence of a safe and warm place to rest. He didn’t say anything else, he didn’t need to.

His fingertips rubbed against your skin in an assuring manner. You didn’t know if you wanted to cry or just go back to bed, your eyebrows knit together in frustration with yourself.

“You mean the world to me Y/N. And it pains me to see you run and hide from me.”

There was a long pause, still being held in front of the bed, you looked down to your hands, feeling the droplets coat your cheeks. Trying not to make a sound, you tucked your lips into yourself, your eyes squeezing shut in the process as the whimpering slowly approached.

“If you need time to yourself, that’s fine, but please don’t run away.” Bruce almost begged as he slowly placed you down on the edge of the bed. Your head dropped down in defeat.

“Baby.”

You flickered your lids before looking up to him, you’ve never seen him with such concern and compassion in his eyes, all across his face. He looked like he would do anything for you right then and there. Nodding, you rubbed the back of your hand across your cheeks quickly.

“I love you, okay? Let that be clear. No matter what you’re feeling or what you’re dealing with.” Bruce’s’ hand cradled the back of your head, he slowly pulled it towards him, pressing his lips against your forehead. He stood there for a moment, closing his eyes in a silly attempt to take the sadness away.

“I love you too.” You whispered just enough for him to hear. His fingertips rubbing against your locks felt like the best way to be comforted. You couldn’t imagine a safer, most loving manner to be told you were loved and cared for.

#battinson one shot #battison x reader #battinson imagine #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne imagine #Bruce Wayne one shot

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ghostfacesvalentine · 2 days

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Currently took a biiiiig dip in my mental state and guess what. I’ll write to cope.

#ghostfacesvalentine rants #ghostfacesvalentine talks

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ghostfacesvalentine · 3 days

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Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy

Type: HC’s

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Some HC’s as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.

Notes: I don’t know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime I’ll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.

Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when he’s outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure there’s no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure there’s no danger behind you?? lmao. You won’t ever have to lift a finger when you’re with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because you’re literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.

Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Won’t hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Can’t say it, but you’re literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and that’s his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.

Tiffany Valentine: You won’t ever have to worry about a thing when you’re with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether it’s what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. She’d make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, she’d get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.

Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Won’t hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesn’t. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, you’ve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.

Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You don’t have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you don’t like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.

Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, it’s princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a ‘oh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help you’ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you don’t like a service, he won’t be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure you’re hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.

Leatherface: I don’t ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. It’s like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. It’s his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. He’s always making sure you’re comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.

Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesn’t hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, it’s yours! Just point at it.

Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. You’ve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. She’s the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. She’d do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.

Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when there’s a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. You’ve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.

Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I don’t see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want it’s yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man it’s so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.

Billy Hargrove: Honestly if he’s in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while you’re out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.

Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesn’t use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you don’t want to wear it, he’ll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh it’s so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.

Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure you’re okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, you’ll get. If he can’t do it, he’ll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh he’s your literal teddy bear, if you don’t like to be smothered? Pick another muse.

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, he’s your shadow, but he’s a little more … upfront with it. He’s constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone who’s eyeing you. He’s so gentle if you’re sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure you’re never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if you’re too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. He’s always worried for you, making sure you’re okay, you’re not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.

Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe he’ll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. He’s so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, you’re never leaving his sight.

Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as he’s hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though he’d never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you ‘baby’ ‘sweet girl’ ‘love’ he’s so infatuated with you and doesn’t know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. He’s such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’s probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesn’t mean he’s not a sucker. There are rules he’s willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure you’re fed and if you want a sweet treat, he’s on it. Listens to you talk, even if it’s silly. Dances with you almost every night. He’s so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases “poor sweet baby, you haven’t woken up yet to tell your left foot from your right” as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course he’s willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.

Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldn’t encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. He’s always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. He’s so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.

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ghostfacesvalentine · 3 days

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Rip to @ghostfacesvalentine as my IG. If anyone wants to i have a new one @/ghostfaceswritings until ig i get valentines back </3

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ghostfacesvalentine · 5 days

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I’m trying to write again but I’m down a computer and therefore have to use my phone. It’ll take three to five business days, but it’ll get there.

#ghostfacesvalentine talks #ghostfacesvalentine rants

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ghostfacesvalentine · 26 days

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Jason “daaaarlinggg guess who just escaped the psych warddddd” Todd

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ghostfacesvalentine · 26 days

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YN: When I said "Bring me back something from the beach" I meant, like, a seashell.

Jason, struggling to hold a seagull: Well, you didn't fucking say that.

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ghostfacesvalentine · 3 months

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Robert Pattinson playing characters that r protective and helplessly in love >>>>>>>>

#ghostfacesvalentine talks

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ghostfacesvalentine · 3 months

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I am once again back on my twilight bullshit. Something to do with Pattinson probably.

#ghostfacesvalentine talks #twilight

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ghostfacesvalentine · 4 months

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i love tumblr glitches. sponsored message everyone

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ghostfacesvalentine · 7 months

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I got kicked out of the house so Halloween may be late

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ghostfacesvalentine · 7 months

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HALLOWEEN DAY 10: Trick or Treat - Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Type: One Shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 838

Prompt: Harley and the reader give out candy on the day of Halloween

Notes: This one was kind of short, my bad, but honestly very wholesome

Halloween had to be both you and Harleys favorite holiday. This and Christmas was a time that Harley took seriously.

The decorations in your flat were outstanding, orange lights glowing all over the place, all kinds of pumpkins and bat cut outs hanging everywhere. Not to mention, Harley took the liberty to get pumpkin flavored everything to stock up on.

Tonight was the big night. Harley had worked so hard on her princess costume, making it from scratch. You decided you’d be a fairy, to which she obliged, getting to work on your dress as well. To say you were fortunate to have Harley as a girlfriend was an understatement.

Sometimes the kids that lived in the same building would stop by to trick or treat, maybe there wasn’t as many visitors as you’d have if you lived in your own house, but either way it was fun.

Harley loved to give out candy with you and eat some of it, though she always tells you it wasn’t her, even with chocolate stains on the corners of her mouth. It was kind of cute. “Why do your lips taste like starbursts then?” You’d tease her, raising an eyebrow as you looked for her response. She’d only shrug, making an “I don’t know” expression.

There was glitter everywhere, pink glitter coming from Harley’s train dress, sparkling all across the kitchen and dining area. You were nothing short of your own mess, before you could tease her about it, there was lilac glitter mixed into it as well.

The dresses were surely beautifully handmade by your beloved, but there was no way out of the mess. Harley jumped around when she heard the first knock at the door. “Treaters!” She squealed out as she ran towards the entrance. Yanking the candy bowl off the table next to the door, dropping a few candies in the process. Jerking the door open, she greeted the strangers before her, eagerly wanting to address each one.

You placed the pan of Halloween cookies on the kitchen counter, looking back to Harley as she passed out the candy, taking her time to compliment each kid and even hold a tiny conversation with them. All of which made you smile.

Even after all she’s been through, Harley still found the way to stay positive and spread kindness to those who seemed defenseless. She still had the more wholesome moments you were able to see, such as these.

Waving to each visitor goodbye, she closed the door shut, setting the bowl aside and looked for you. As you stood next to the kitchen island, head sideways as you admired your beloved. Harley galloped to you with her ear to ear grin, her arms latched onto you as she squealed in excitement. “Did ya see Maleficent!?” She looked to you with her wide full-of-love eyes.

You looked to her in awe of her overwhelming joy, nodding up and down as a laugh descended from your lips. It was then that there was a knock on the door again. “Come on!” Harley exclaimed as she tugged your arm to come with her. “Harley! The pizza’s still in the oven darling!”

Shuddering as you remembered the last time you two tried to cook the Italian delight, there were sprinklers going off in the building and in the end, you both had to order take out.

Harley swung open the door, looking around eagerly to the new set of trick or treaters. “Boba Fett, Sleeping beauty, a vampire countess, a pirate and a wolf!” She shifted her gaze to each one, her smile seemed to increase as she guessed each one. You surrendered the candy into each open bag, giving the treaters a wink as Harley complimented their costumes.

“Okay Harley come on, they’ve got to get to the next door.” You pulled her by her arm as you both dismissed the smiling faces. Both looking to each other with brimming faces. “You know Ms. Quinn, you happen to be the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.” Harley smiled wide as she heard your compliment “And you Ms. Quinn are the prettiest fairy I’ve ever known to exist!” Harley pressed her lips against your cheek, over and over until you were covered in pecks.

You were in awe of her use of her last name of you, your cheeks pestered themselves in pink as she kissed you repeatedly. “Well then I guess we just kinda go together don’t you think?” You winked to the pink dressed princess. “I never second guessed it” Harley pulled you into a kiss, pouring all her admiration of you into your lips. It was nothing less of how she usually initiated kisses, but nevertheless, it was always something you yearned for.

It didn’t take long for the beeping to alert you of the readiness of your dinner. Your eyes fluttered open, looking to Harley with big eyes. “Pizza” You murmured as you leaped over the side of the coffee table and made your way into the kitchen.

#harley quinn x reader #harley quinn one shot #harley quinn imagine #dc comics #dc imagine #dc oneshot

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HALLOWEEN DAY 9: All nighter - Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some nudity, implications of nsfw, nothing too graphic.

Type: One shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 2,457

Prompt: No sleep on October 31st, what a sleep over with Stu Macher would be like on Halloween night

Notes: OH my god here we fooken go. Probably one of the laziest writings I’ve had so far. I’m so sorry. The butchering I did to this fic is unmatched—

Halloween is the best holiday, hands down. There’s so much to love about the holiday. The candy, the pumpkin flavored everything, the costumes, the decorations, cool sweater weather and spooky marathons.

Stu agreed, if anyone had the most fun during October, it was Stu and you. There were so many sugar highs mixed with horror marathons that you’ve endured with Stu Macher.

If you weren’t spending the night together, you were on the phone, getting snacks ready and the movie on pause before you both started it in sync.

This Halloween would prove to be different, both of your parents were conveniently out of town just as Stu’s were. It was given that he’d invite you over to spend the night. Stu’s house was enormous compared to yours and he had everything you could ever ask for.

School was already dismissed, you figured Stu was tangled up with Billy. You just wanted a head start on your walk home, you figured you could grab a few things before you made it to Stu’s. Your eyes couldn’t focus on anything, hypervigilant of your surroundings.

You clutched onto your backpack strap, looking over your shoulder constantly without trying to make it as obvious. Knowing it was a dead giveaway, curtsey of Stu.

Trying to focus on your steps, you opted to look to the pavement, still squeezing your backpack strap with every step you took.

Too muddled into your thoughts, you halted in fear at the sudden hands that appeared around your waist. A small scream escaped your lips as you fought to look back at the one responsible. Your fearful expression soon dissolved into one of annoyance.

It was Stu.

His goofy laughter intruded your personal space as he kept his arms around you, not minding the fight you still attempted to put up. “Calm down Y/n I was only joking.” Stu teased as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck while you still tried to walk your path. No matter how much you tried to fight him off, Stu definitely had the upper hand on you.

When you continued to fight your way, there was a point where Stu almost tripped over your feet, which caused you to involuntarily snort. You looked back to see Stu’s face disappear and emerge onto yours, but before you could take a moment to even think about a joke, he took the liberty to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder.

Your laughter was still present, but soon descended when he walked almost a block without letting you go. “Stu!” You called out as you kept trying to squirm out of his hold. He just kept walking, ignoring your pleas for help. You bawled your first, hitting his backside as you were mercilessly stressed once again.

To be honest, you were somewhat surprised that Stu was able to hold you up for this long. You weren’t even sure how far you were form Woodsboro High now.

“Stu, this isn’t funny anymore! Put me down!” You complained as your lower ribs began to hurt from being pressed against Stu’s shoulder. Still, there was no reaction coming from Stu, not even a word.

It wasn’t long until you realized you were in Stu’s neighborhood already, which you groaned out when you tried to move your head around to take note of your surroundings. Nothing but complaints expelled from your lips this whole time.

“Stu, what are you doing? I was going to stop by my place first to get some stuff-” You huffed out, still trying to uselessly struggle out of his grip.

“What? Condoms?” Stu half joked as he pressed down on his hold, making all the right turns to get to his home much quicker. “There’s absolutely nothing you need at home that you can’t have here.” Stu pressed as you leaned up to take note of your surroundings. It didn’t take long for you to verify that you were indeed in Stu’s neighborhood, absolutely.

“No, like my pajamas and towels- my makeup!” You cried out trying to make excuses as to why he should’ve put you down blocks ago.

“You can use my clothes, we have towels and you don’t need makeup.” Stu explained. Your eyes fell shut at the frustration, Stu could really be a pain in the ass at times. You wobbled your legs while Stu kept walking, but of course, it didn’t make much of a difference, so there you flopped on his shoulder defeated.

“Stu, my stomach hurts.” You complained keeping your eyes closed as he kept walking. Of course, there wasn’t much reaction coming from him again.

You swore you fell asleep for a moment because when you opened your eyes it was because Stu was jingling his keys into his front entrance. “Stu?” You whined out once more, seeing now that you were inside. He walked you over to the couch, letting you slide off his body and onto the couch. You slumped back and immediately held your side, rubbing it as you watched him walk away from you.

Frowning as he stepped away, you kicked off your shoes, then fell back against the back of the couch, looking at the screen before your eyes. It seemed like Stu kept horror movies on a loop in the living room when his parents weren’t claiming the TV.

You brought your knees up to your chest, falling over to your side and staring at the blood that splattered against the camera lens in the movie. As your breathing steadied, you closed your eyes hugging yourself and continuing the nap you began to take on the way home.

Shifting around the couch, it didn’t take long for you to wake up to see Stu sitting on the other side of you, with your extended feet on his lap, casually watching the screams that came from the TV. He had a bowl of popcorn next to him, tossing a piece into his mouth every now and then as he moved his head from one way to another.

It took him a while to realize you were awake. When you shifted your feet, he turned to look at you. “Oh, you’re awake. I thought you slipped into a coma.” Stu joked as you rubbed your eye trying to make sense of where you were and how you got there. After remembering, you lazily sat up, pushing the hair away from your face and looking to the screen, playing orphan, one of your favorites.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” You groaned shoving him as you looked to the windows, it was dimming down, the night was beginning to settle and you heard the first knock of the night.

“I know sometimes you struggle with staying up, so I figured I’d let you nap. That way you can keep up.” Stu pressed his index finger against the tip of your nose, meeting your confused expression with a chuckle. He stood up, walking over towards the door, turning on the entrance lights and grabbing the candy bowl aside of him.

Leaving you there confused again. You turned to see him at the entrance, with the candy bowl in hand, swinging the door open to see the trick or treaters. “What are you?” he asked as he grabbed fistfuls of candies and let them fall into the bags.

The scene kind of warmed your heart, you’ve never seen Stu behave so softly for anyone other than you. After you steadied your head from the nap that left you fuzzy, you stood up to join him.

“Woah, you look so cool!” You exclaimed as you stood next to Stu, lacing your arm within his. You complimented the kid ironically wearing the ghostface mask, a much smaller version of your boyfriend and his best friend.

There was a knowing smile coming from Stu, giving him a little bit more candy than the others.

As the group of kids ascended back to the pavement, on their way to the next house, you watched Stu as he set the candy bowl aside, his eyes then met with yours, leaning down and kissing you abruptly.

You smiled into his lips at the sudden surprise. “Where are those pajamas you promised me?” You scolded, raising an eyebrow. There was a pout that came across his lips. “Yeah yeah.” He pushed your forehead in a playful manner, heading up the stairs and to his room to retrieve you a pair of pajamas.

A sigh escaped your lips, you hugged yourself as you attempted to catch up to Stu’s location. The house wasn’t tremendously massive, but big enough to annoy you if you had to go to Billy’s room then back downstairs and over again.

You walked towards Stu’s bathroom, turning the light on as you stepped in. Running your hand through your hair, you exhaled, staring into the mirror for a moment. You were needing a warm shower to stay up comfortably. Turning on the faucet, you rinsed your hands before adding soap. Your eyes would flicker from your hands back up to the mirror, sometimes you swore you could see things in Stu’s house, often wondering if the house was haunted but you knew most of the time it was Stu just messing around with you.

Speak of the devil, you noticed Stu poking his head into the bathroom, causing you to jolt a little, rolling your eyes at his devious laughter. “Your night-wear my queen” He stuck his tongue out, tossing the pair of clothes onto the bathroom counter before hearing the doorbell ringing, followed by a called out “trick or treat”

Stu didn’t waste any time to run back downstairs, headed towards the door. A laughter escaped your lips at his goofy behavior. Closing the door behind him, you turned the shower on, letting it run and warm while you undressed.

If you were being honest, staying up was going to be quite the task you weren’t prepared for. You were sure the warm shower wasn’t going to help you much, but at least you’d be comfortable.

Stepping into the shower, you let the water trickle along your body, wetting your body and hair, relaxing into the temperature, you looked down, finding a shampoo, and lathering it into your hair. You could hear Stu’s exclamations from the bathroom, causing you to huff in amusement. Rubbing the tiny bits of soap away from your face, you grabbed a scrubby, which Stu bought exclusively for you.

You lathered onto your body, rather hastily, wanting to joining Stu on his Halloween endeavors.

Not long after you rinsed off, you wrapped yourself into a towel, patting your wet skin in hopes of drying off sooner. Jolting again when Stu opened the door “Hurry up I have to pee” He complained, as if he didn’t have three other free bathrooms in the house. You half glared at him, letting him use the toilet as you wrapped your hair in a towel.

Rolling your eyes while you heard the sound of his pee hit the toilet water, you tried your best to not get tangled up in his t shirt with the towel on your head.

“You look so cute when you’re annoyed. You know that’s why I like to annoy you so much.” Stu admitted as he flushed, headed in your direction to wash his hands.

You, however still unamused, shot a glare at him. Huffing, you pushed him aside when he was drying his hands. “Come on Y/N you can laugh a little.” Stu leaned down to attack your cheeks and the whole left side of your face. This of course, forced a laugh out of you. Stu knew you were awfully ticklish and a sucker for unprompted kisses. His laugh was contagious, to say the least. Your lips looked for his, to which he gladly aided you in finding. Stealing a few kisses from you before pulling away when the doorbell rang again.

“Hurry up, Halloween 2 is next” Stu called out, not before he gave your bare ass a smack and ran downstairs again. Leaving you confused. Rolling your eyes again, you figured this was just him trying to annoy you again.

Looking to the clothing, you realized he only gave you some boxer briefs as pants. Stu really had a way to get under your skin sometimes, but you had to choose between your used underwear and a new pair of briefs.

You followed him towards the entrance, looking overly small in Stu’s oversized sweater, you felt yourself blush slightly when the trick or treaters and parents saw you from a distance. Maybe it was a little bit more exposing than you thought it seemed in the bathroom.

Stu didn’t appear to mind though, instead he just kept giving out the candy, complimenting the kids as they came and went, slamming the door shut once they were content. He turned to see you, his face melting into awe.

This of course didn’t help much of the tone of your now reddened face. Pursing your lips, you looked away from his eyes. “What?”

You mumbled, hugging yourself again. It didn’t take long for Stu to run up to you and kiss your face again, all over with no sense of direction whatsoever. You scrunched your face at the sudden attention his lips gave your face.

A laugh escaped your lips when he picked you up and hoisted you over his shoulder again, this time in a much more playful manner than earlier that afternoon. “Stu!” You breathed out in laughter, trying your best to squirm out of his hold again, legs waving in the air before he tossed you onto the couch.

“You look so cute, come here.” Stu propped himself on top of you, leaning down to kiss you, over and over, never letting you press your lips against his fully.

“Stu!-” You called out again, trying to properly kiss him, but Stu wouldn’t give into you that easily. “We’re almost out of candy, we’re going to have to start giving them oranges or something.”

You pouted looking up to him, yanking him down by his shirt, his lips clashed with yours once again. Propping your arms up to wrap around his neck, you pulled him towards you, kissing him passionately.

This time it seemed like Stu was the one who couldn’t pull away when you dropped your hold on him. A mischievous laugh fell from your lips when you noticed his confused reaction. “No no, come on. I get to tease. Not you.” He growled as he laughed back into your lips, inhaling your scent as he ravaged your lips.

Stu would make sure this would be an all-nighter.

#stu macher x reader #stu macher one shot #stu macher imagine #ghostface one shot #ghostface x reader #ghostface imagine #31 days of halloween #ghostfacesvalentines halloween

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HALLOWEEN DAY 8: Graveyard date - Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spooky theme, graveyard date, smut, all kinds of nasty stuff idk. Squirting/fingering/non-protective sex/tiny bit of dd/lg

Type: One shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 2,493

Prompt: Loki decides to take the reader on a graveyard date, what can I say, he has a flair for the dramatic, probably one of the hottest most goth smut/romance writings I’ve ever written so far. Enjoy I know I did

Notes: No I didn't proofread, when do I do that. This is just vampiric smut; quickly turned into nsfw I am sorrie what was I thinking

This night was so elegant, you never expected anything less from your beloved Loki. You were incredibly enamored with him and his romanticisms, he seemed to always exceed expectations.

Loki had taken it upon himself to give you the most beautiful vampire-esque kind of nights for Halloween. He set you both up at a graveyard that oversaw a small forest, prone to fog during these late times of the night. He had dressed himself in a black suit, fitting to his figure with a tailcoat that added the flair to his look. Though you couldn’t make sight of it clearly, earlier you noticed he matched his suit with the blood red button up beneath.

You matched him with an elegant black velvet dress that hugged your waist, big sleeves that draped as you moved your hand around, but lined to make out your figure. The makeup helped complete the look, with a sultry deep red and black eye and a velvet burgundy finish.

There were no complaints when he was the one to plan date night and he seemed to constantly outdo himself as the dates progressed.

After an elegant picnic at the far end of the cemetery field, you were both now propped up against the biggest tree in the area. Bold and soothing you from any would-be sunlight.

The night was behaved itself, the moon beamed upon you two, sharing the beauty with the stars that brimmed against the dark skies, both occasionally covered by the scattered clouds that would wave by as the night descended.

Your eyes traveled down the dim grass, watching the fog swim through the ends of the clean shaven field when you felt Loki lean in closer to you. Before you could react, his lips pressed against the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

Turning your head over to him, a faint blush seemed to appear across your cheeks, nothing uncommon when it came to Loki. You felt your stomach swirl around in anticipation when his lips pressed another kiss along your neck, then another, until he pulled away, keeping his eyes on you for a response.

A sly chuckle splayed across his face as he noticed your pout, even in the darkness.

“Come here sweetness.” His voice soothed over your ears like rich honey, you did as he instructed, following his open arms, he shifted you to sit onto his lap, leaning back against the oversized tree.

You squirmed at his touch, already frantic with eagerness to have him all over you. Loki, of course, was well aware of the effect he was having on you. His hands, twice the size of yours caressed along the backside of your dress, as he leaned in to press his lips against yours.

Following his movements, you allowed him to dictate the intensity of the kisses and now, he seemed to use it to his advantage. Pressing his lips against yours with more passion, then easing from them, leaving you with an ache for more. You knew this was the best part for Loki, aside from watching you unravel underneath him. The concept of your devotion and ability to remain under his control, no matter how much you wanted him to pick up the pace.

His right hand traveled rapidly alongside your body, grabbing a hold of your hair, by the roots of it, pulling your head away to fight against his grip. You felt his smirk as his lips hovered just barely against yours. A soft moan escaped your lips as Loki tugged through your locks, then pressing his lips against your needy ones again.

This time he took the liberty to beacon your lips for an entrance with his tongue, to which you didn’t hesitate to oblige. Your body almost went limp when his left hand pulled your lower side towards him, another uncalled moan escaped your lips as you felt Loki roll his hips from under you. His stiffness rubbed against your aching clothed folds as he continued to assult your lips.

Your eyes fell closed as Loki left your lips and trailed down to the side of your face, then the curve of your jawline, down to your neck and left merciless marks. Loki couldn’t help his scoffs of joy when you’d continue to squirm, unable to stay still as he continued the wet opened mouth kisses alongside your neck. Sucking particularly hard at the sweet spot that made you whine louder than the rest.

While he moved your hair over to the saliva stained side of your neck to the other, his hands then worked their way to unzip your dress, motioning you to drop your hands and let the top side of the dress fall down with it. You wouldn’t dare disobey, not when it felt this good and you were already so worked up.

A small gasp fell from your lips when his mouth fell lower and lower, his hands then cupped your breasts, squeezing them then tugging them up and down, only for a moment until his lips fell down to it.

Your head fell back as you helped Loki pull you closer to him, your own fingers tangling between the ends of his hair as he tugged at the skin, kissing and leaving bruises from between his lips.

Moans of pleasure kept vacating your lips, which was all fuel for him as he continued. His right hand then wrapping around your lower waist, hips bucking up against you for a split second before he pulled you forward, allowing your ass to rest on the inside of his forearm.

This new position allowed him to have your boobs smother his face, keeping you distracted by his continued attention to them, you almost didn’t notice his free hand sneaking underneath your dress, pushing your underwear aside and plunging his ring finger into you, then letting you fall back onto his lap, face to face with you.

Your eyebrows knit together as you felt the intrusion, then pumping in and out of you. “Loki-” You whimpered out as he continued his rhythm, Your lips pathetically attempting to kiss his as he fucked you with his finger.

Something about having you half dressed, in a place that wasn’t yours all while he pleasured you, really really made him lust for you. Loki looked incredibly sinful with a messy hairstyle, evidence of your fingers running through it and a half buttoned shirt with some lipstick stains, curtesy of you. Still, it was the same Loki, only dressed as if he belonged in the Victorian era.

Going back to “still the same Loki” it was. He still treated your lustful encounter as if it was a mission he had, to make you scream louder than last time, no matter where you were.

It wasn’t long before Loki added another finger, his middle finger, which allowed more depth. Your mouth fell open to pathetic whimpers as your eyes stayed on Loki’s. This was his favorite thing, watching you beg to him with your eyes.

“You okay there princess?” Loki grunted through his own struggles of maintaining a steady breathing cycle, just from watching you become a mess on top of him.

“Yes daddy.” You whimpered out as Loki kept plunging his fingers into you deeper than the last thrust.

When your walls began to twitch, Loki then removed his hands, causing you to nearly cry in frustration. Before you could utter a complaint, Loki tugged you to sit against his chest, looking off onto the hill that you were both on. The gates kept you from exploring the wild trees and unexplored land that seemed to add to the spooky factor of this affair.

The fog continued to smother around you two as Loki’s hand then found you again, your legs squirmed in all directions as you felt more sensitive in this position.

“Think you can squirt for me again? I’ve been kind of yearning for that sweet liquid all over my hands again.” Loki sinfully requested. He was nothing of shy to ask of you what he desired, often looking for your eyes when he did so. Perhaps it was common in Asgard, but nothing down here on earth.

Your cheeks burned as you heard Loki's soft voice whisper such obscenities. “No, Loki please-”

If you were being honest, you were kind of embarrassed of squirting, you never have before.

Loki, of course, was the first time you ever did and you were both scared and embarrassed, no matter how much Loki tried to convince you otherwise. He didn’t seem to leave you alone after that, always trying to get your body to do the same again. It was obscenely tasteful for the god.

“Please princess, don’t make me beg, I’m not even in you yet and you’ve already made such a mess.”

He teased as his hands pulled away for only a second to show you the way they glistened in the moonlight due to your arousal. “Loki-” You whimpered as you fell back in defeat when Loki plunged his fingers back into you, overstimulating your body into another overwhelming orgasm.

You felt the slick wetness spew out of you and into Loki’s hands, a dark chuckle came from Loki’s lips when he felt your body contract and squirt out into his hands. Your legs clenched along with your stomach, a squeal escaped your lips as you closed your eyes at the effort.

“What a good fucking girl.” Loki hissed as you attempted to come down from your high.

“I’m sorry-” You whimpered out when you could come back to enough of your senses. Though Loki never punished you for the messes you’d make, there was a manner in which he ravished in how you’d come undone, knowing it was all his doing, but if there was anything he hated- it was when you’d apologize.

“Don’t be sorry, you know how much I love toying with you.” You felt him shift in his position, but you weren’t able to move much, not immediately at least, falling onto his arms you had your eyes half open, watching as the fog continued to flow through the spaces of the land, outlining both of your bodies that set against the giant tree that overlooked the hill.

“The only thing I’m not too fond of is the fucking precum that pools up in my pants” He complained to you with such a hot vulgarity that seemed to only keep you pooling between your legs. You looked to him with a plea, whether you knew it or not, your eyes had a manner in which they begged for him.

Loki allowed you to take a few seconds, before he pulled you up away from his lap for only a moment, thinking he was instructing you to stand, you attempted to, almost falling to the side before he helped you sit back down. Suddenly another warm intrusion teased along your folds, this time bigger. The warmth of Loki’s member then slid into you.

Another filthy moan trickled out of your lips at the familiar entre. Knowing you had little to no strength, Loki pressed his hands against the sides of your ass, helping you ride him up and down attempting to conjure up a rhythm in which he bulged into your warm insides.

Given your position, your legs were closed, allowing your folds to squeeze him more than any other position. You listened to Loki’s groans like they were prayers along with his worship.

“You feel so good princess. You ride me so well.” Loki would repeat into the side of your face, causing your mind to spin and surrender into his viscous lust.

Wet and weak kisses would fall along your exposed glistening skin. “Good girl, you feel so tight and perfect.” He’d mumble in between grunts.

You felt like you were melting, falling apart, you weren’t sure. All you could feel was Loki, just as you always loved. His steady thrusting built up a rhythm that only made your folds squeeze tighter. Your lids fell shut, unable to utter any words other than pathetic whimpers that were all music to Loki’s ears.

“Good girl, just like that, keep going-” He hissed into your ears as you surrendered your body to the god. Weakly falling back against him, you felt the warm breath onto your neck, knowing it came from a devilish smirk. Loki had you exactly how he wanted you. Weak and willing.

There was no way you could keep yourself together anymore, you had lost count of how many times you were orgasming. “L-loki” You panted out as you felt yourself almost about to fall over, tired out from the continuous movement.

It felt as if Loki could plunge himself into you for hours, there was a small conscious part of you that did wonder how much he was able to hold out for you. Your eyes shyly looked for his, to which he met instantly.

Though the night was at it’s darkest, the moonlight was able to help you decipher his now enlarged pupils, staring into you as he ravaged you. Your helpless face only encouraged him to keep bouncing you on his lap while you squealed.

Your face fell forward, along with your hands, attempting to stabilize yourself, you held yourself with Loki’s shoulders. His hands continued to mercilessly bounce you as his eyebrows now formed a frown, a big indicator of how he was close to coming undone himself. To label you as speechless was an understatement, you were entirely his and he knew it.

Feeling his cock twitch within your insides, your legs couldn’t hold still, squirming around as Loki’s hands continued to firmly grip your waist. Finally, he let you fall onto his lap, filling you entirely. Tears of lust began to fall out of your eyes as you stared up to him, though you were used to his size, this angle always seemed to bring him further into you each time.

A faint “Oh” Fell from his lips, you watched his mouth form it, your favorite expression of his besides his hopelessly in love one. You leaned up to try and kiss him, but his hands kept that firm grip on you, letting his cum fill you entirely. You were stumbling over your words, feeling your eyelids heavy as he continued to claim you.

Loki’s face descended to meet yours, his lips clashed onto yours desperately. You were already breathless as is, but he always found a way to intoxicate you.

You both clutched onto each other, breathing out heavy sighs, trying to regulate your breathing. Loki’s hand ran through your hair, soothing you in your newfound state.

“I love you” Loki reminded you as you curled into his chest, still exposed. You sleepily replied “I love you too.” Feeling his hands lean down to cover you with the blanket that was bunched up beside you both.

#loki laufeyson x reader #loki #loki imagine #loki x reader #loki one shot #loki laufeyson imagine #loki layfeyson imagine #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #31 days of halloween #ghostfacesvalentines halloween #loki smut #loki laufeyson smut

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HALLOWEEN DAY 7: Pumpkin Carving - Kit Walker x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Kit Walker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some mentions of a bad workplace, some misogony (obviously not from Kit) Upset reader, but nothing too severe.

Type: One shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 1,991

Prompt: The reader’s having a rough day, feeling the blues, Kit decides to bring a few pumpkins from his way home from work to carve together.

Notes: I'm hoping I make it past 12 days

To say you were underestimated at your job would be an understatement. You knew what you were taking up when you got the promotion, but what you also knew was the way the men around you would feel threatened by your mere presence. It's an ancient law, as old as time, any woman descending into power had to toughen up their skin, you were no different. You knew better than to let the stigma get a hold of you, but it seemed to wrap it's thorn coated vines around you as the time went on.

Sometimes you would just have a rough day.

Kit was already at home, the shop closed early for the weekend of Halloween. Though it was an unofficial bank holiday, he still honored it. It was one of his favorite holidays and with it came with a few of his favorite rituals, which were to bake with you, decorate the house and get it ready for the trick or treaters of tomorrow.

“Babydoll!” Kit greeted you, running up to you, lifting you up into the air and spinning you around, letting your dress flow in the direction of the spin with him. A giggle escaped from your lips as you barely grabbed onto him back, letting him spin you around. No matter how long ago Kit saw you, he always greeted you like you were away for months, with the same excited expression, the same amount of love and excitement, no matter how exhausted he was or if you two just had a disagreement.

“Kit!” You breathed out as you looked down to him, his smile brightening up your face a little more. He gently placed you on the floor keeping his arms on your sides to keep you stabilized.

“How’s my little maneater?” He asked as he leaned forward to attack both of your cheeks with kisses. You couldn’t help but break out in laughter at the ticklishness his lips brought to you. Kit knew you were a threat, but he always stood behind you, encouraging you to keep taking promotions no matter what the others would say. He, out of all people knew how hard of a worker you were, but he also knew how exhausting it must’ve been to put up with passive aggressiveness, still, no matter what it was, Kit was the one person who would be a literal rock for you, not letting you shift at all in any direction other than forward.

It was written right across your face.

It must’ve been a hard day for you. His heart cracked a bit to see you trying to hold it together. He always told you it was okay to be upset and to cry about it, it was always so easy to open up to Kit about what was bothering you but he would also advise you to not break down in front of anyone else. “Don’t give them the pleasure” He’d warn you.

This was always an issue as mentioned before, the bitter cutthroat rivalry between man and woman when it came to the workplace and just about anywhere else. Kit however, never underestimated a woman, much less you.

“Rough day?” You felt his thumbs rub against your arms as he looked for your eyes. That was when you felt the tears of frustration well up in your eyes. You couldn’t even look up to him, even when you tried, your vision was clouded by the saltiness of your sobs. Whatever you were saying, wasn’t transpiring clearly, but it was enough to let your beloved Kit give you a moment. When you were trying to gasp for air, Kit wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a tight hug.

Your cries were muffled into his t shirt as you sobbed.

There was an overwhelming amount of frustration flushing through your veins and just about any part of your body. “Come on sweetheart.” Is all you heard as Kit tried to lead you back into the hallway of your home. When you stayed still, trying to wipe your eyes, Kit looked back to you his eyebrows knit together, feeling the familiar frustration you were evoking. He opted for a different method to comfort you.

Kit opened his arms to let you walk to him, to which you instinctively opened your arms to wrap them around his neck. He took the opportunity to lift your legs and wrap them around your waist as you snuggled into the crook of his neck, letting the tears keep streaming down your cheek, evidence of your frustration bled onto his shirt. Smears of black and red makeup came across his white undershirt and neck, not that he ever cared.

When you both made it to the bathroom, Kit sat you down on the counter, you avoided letting go, but he pulled away for a moment to grab a washcloth, running it under the sink then folding it into fours. He then leaned back over to you, pressing the warm cloth against your cheeks and under your eyes, wiping away the excess black mascara and eyeliner, followed by your smeared cherry lipstick.

It was bittersweet, being able to comfort his partner yet it stung to realize another being made her feel this pain.

Your chest still halted constantly, trying to stabilize its own breathing, you stared at Kit’s chest, trying to mimic his much calmer breaths. You felt his lips press against your forehead, lovingly. When you managed to steady yourself Kit looked to you, smiling to you for a moment in silence.

“If you’re pissing them off, you’re doing your job doll, you know that.” Kit assured you. Your eyes fell from his down to your lap, you fumbled with your hands as he stared at you, nodding after him.

“But that doesn’t mean you don’t get to be upset about it.” Kit always had a way to validate your feelings while still trying to encourage you.

“Come on, why don’t you wash up. I need to run to the store to grab a few essentials for this weekend. I promise I’ll be back before you get out.” Kit promised you, sealing it with a gentle kiss.

You agreed as you watched him turn on the shower, letting the temperature stabilize. Kit gathered all your bathroom necessities while your eyes stayed on the running water. He came towards you with your sponge, a few bath salts and dried flowers and a few towels. “Put the salts on the floor, the steam of the shower will release the aroma into the shower. Promise it’ll relax you.” Kit promised you as he kissed your forehead again.

Just like that you were in the shower, your clothes were dumped into the dirty hamper, curtesy of Kit. Your feet stepped over the little dried leaves of eucalyptus. You pushed them out of the way with your feet, watching the water fall onto the floor, making all sorts of shapes as it was swallowed by the drain.

You thought about what happened again today, which made your stomach turn some, but it didn’t take long for it to be overshadowed by the way Kit reacted to you when you got home. Your heart was warm and melted at the thought of how Kit reacted. Hugging your body as the water beat down against your naked self, you stood there for a moment, your mind wandering everywhere except now. When you were somewhat back to reality, you leaned down to grab some of your shampoo, piling it onto the palm of your hand, then onto your scalp.

Massaging suds onto your head as the water made an occasional visit, you closed your eyes, focusing on your fingers and the steam surrounding your face.

It didn’t take long for you to begin lathering your body, it was therapeutic to see yourself clean yourself, knowing you were taking care of yourself always put you in a better mood.

As you made your way to your room, you rubbed the towel against your head in hopes of getting some of the excess water out. Your mind was stuck on what happened earlier, but as the day continued and the events that occurred dissolved as the hours went by, your mind began to flood with the thoughts and events that just happened with Kit. How caring he is of you, how much of a priority your feelings are to him.

You lazily dressed yourself, slipping on your underclothes, a comfortable bra and matching underwear, then a simple dress to lounge around with Kit. You never knew when he wanted to just take a walk with you, picking flowers for you through your little unprompted adventure.

When you made your way back out into the living room, Kit was already home, like he promised. He looked up to see you now clean and ready to keep him company. Kit greeted you with a wide smile, looking down to the counter as the groceries were displayed rather unprofessionally.

“Alright you caught me- I was trying to surprise you. I thought I had more time.” Kit admitted as he lifted his hands up into the air in surrender. Your eyes looked down to see two rather large sized pumpkins on the counter, followed by a few smaller ones around them and of course, the essentials.

“What are you doing Kit Walker?” You smiled in return as you walked closer to him, inspecting his purchases with your eyes as you did so.

“Just trying to surprise you Ms. Walker is that a sin?” Kit joked with you as you came closer to the kitchen island. You watched your beloved as he fixed the pumpkins that laid across the counter, once again looking to you, waiting for your response.

“Aren’t you the sweetest-”

“Must be all the muffins you’ve been giving me for breakfast” Kit placed his hand against his stomach, faking a whimpering expression, then laughed when you stood before, wrapping his arms around your waist. Kissing your forehead, Kit swayed you side to side in place. You could hear his heart beat, which was always a sound that soothed you away, always managing to calm you down.

“Anything come to mind? Designs wise? I was thinking we could put them in out on the porch for tomorrow.” Kit admitted, looking back to them. When he felt your nod, he let you free, getting the carving knives ready for use.

“Just be careful” Kit warned you as he handed you a small carving knife. Something about your blood particularly always freaked him out. Whenever you’d cut yourself, Kit always got queasy, almost unable to keep it together when he helped you clean out the cut and cover it.

Before you knew it, almost two hours passed by, you were both so concentrated as the radio played in the background, the candles around you crackled. You were carving a classic jack-o-lantern, making him look a little bit more innocent rather than sinister. Adding holes on the apple of his cheeks to resemble a blush.

Kit was almost done with his, adding little bats around the ghost figure that took up most of the space of the pumpkin. He would steal occasional glances to your work in progress and you’d do the same for him, along with smiles.

Placing your knife down, you wiped your hands with the wash rag next to your new work of art, admiring it for all the hard work that went into it.

“How is it?” Kit asked as he grabbed a rag of his own, walking towards you to get a better view of the pumpkin. A smile formed across his face, watching your work of art sit upon the kitchen island, kissing your cheek over and over, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into an embrace.

“I can never keep up with you.” He admitted to you between kisses.

#kit walker x reader #Kit Walker one shot #AHS #AHS Imagine #AHS One shot #Kit Walker imagine #31 Days of Halloween #Ghostfacesvalentnes halloween

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HALLOWEEN DAY 6: Cheesy Halloween - Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multi!muse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A tiny bit of NSWF, f!flashing but that’s about it, no details this time ... :) u dirty gremlins

Type: One shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 1,932

Prompt: Tate decides to take the reader on an unexpected at-home Halloween date.

Notes: I want to really see how long I last with this challenge I put on myself. Also just a side note, let’s appreciate how creative Tate could be as he’s confined at home. That’s actually- my heart? You deserve it entirely.

The breeze flew past your cheeks, leaving a rushed red stain across your cheeks. Looking down to the pavement, you watched your feet as they kept up with you. Today was a disappointing day to say the least.

Nothing significant happened today, but this was kind of why it was disappointing. It seemed like Halloween wasn’t too exciting this year, it was only getting less and less anticipated as you grew older and yet there was a part of you that was disappointed.

You were on your way home to Tate, your boyfriend who eagerly waited for you to come home, every day. Like an excited puppy, ready to kiss your whole face. You’d have to pry him off to get your tasks done for the day.

Halloween was Tate’s favorite holiday as well, he shared your frustration from the lack of enthusiasm coming from the rest of the world when it came to Halloween. He’d sit there with you, watching you give out candy to trick or treaters, sitting on the opposite side of the porch, out of sight. A smile would always trickle across his face as he watched you participate in his absolute favorite holiday.

The house was empty, closing the door behind you, you let your bag flop onto the floor calling out for your boyfriend.

“Tate?” You quietly called out. Not a second later, you heard Tate’s footsteps trot down the steps, your boyfriend eager as always to be the first one to say hi to you.

Before you could look up from the floor as you kicked off your shoes, a pair of arms were draped around your neck, pulling you into his torso. His familiar scent intoxicated you as you did what you could to wrap your arms around him. A giggle escaped your lips as his faced buried itself into the crook of your neck. The edges of his lips and nose tickled the sensitive parts of your neck.

“Tate-” You whispered out as you tried to pull away to see his face, but he wouldn’t let you. There would be times Tate would do this, simply because he would get paranoid one day you weren’t going to come back and simply forget him. He dreaded that day more than anything. It was the one thing that terrified him more than the other side.

As your touch soothed his growing agony, he pulled away from you just enough to get a look at you. You took the liberty to plant a kiss on his lips, gentle but passionate. Tate kissed you back with the same force. “You took forever.” He pouted as he finally let you go after a few minutes, always dreading the amount of time you two spent apart.

“It was only eight hours Tate- I have to work you know.” You teased as you wrapped your arms around his neck, looking up to him. His dimples pressing against his cheeks. when he stared at you for too long. You made him happier than you could imagine. Tate would tell you constantly how much you meant to him, what your sudden appearance in the murder house did to him, how much he was devoted to you. It was true, Tate loved you more than anything, he would do anything for you.

Even cheer you up on the most boring day you’ve had all month.

“What’s wrong Y/N? is it Y/CWs/N? I know you were on shift with them today, I took a peak at your schedule earlier when I was cleaning around some.” Tate admitted with his arms now loosely wrapped around your waist.

Most of your conversations about the day began at the foot of the entrance, eventually making it up to your room.

Today was no different. Your fingers intertwined with Tate’s as you both made your way up to your room. “No, they kept to themselves for the most part, I managed to get all my tasks done by myself today.” You stated proudly as you followed Tate into your own room, watching him plop onto his side of the bed, looking up to you with his pouty, bold puppy eyes.

“Then what is it?” He asked, more concerned about what was wrong with your mood today.

“It’s just that Halloween’s coming up and it seems like everyone’s forgotten about it. You know it’s my favorite holiday- yours even, but it doesn’t seem like it’s on anyone’s mind this year.”

“It certainly is on mine though, just like always.” Tate admitted to you as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and looked to you with those sweet eyes he always got when he saw you. Still, that only stole a smile from you for a few moments, the smile disappearing then soon after again.

You looked to the floor in defeat, almost being able to hear Tate’s frown. His hand came under your chin, to bring your face up to make you look at him, which you hesitated to, but had no other choice to. “It has to be more than that Y/N, no?” He questioned you as he looked for any other sign of anything.

Shaking your head, you pulled away from his touch, feeling bad for your attitude, knowing it wasn’t your boyfriends fault, but you couldn’t help what you felt. It seemed like all your childhood memories and the best times were all left to be nothing but memories now. Vanished into the sands of time and the thought of never being able to enjoy Halloween the way you did a decade ago, terrified you.

“Tate- I’m going to go shower, okay? Then we can take a nap or something, I promise.” You gifted him a hopeful smile, leaning up to your tippy toes to kiss the tip of his nose. Tate offered you the same smile in return, dropping his arms from you and letting you make your way to get ready for your afternoon shower.

Wiping the evidence from your hot shower, you looked to yourself in the mirror, addressing your face with a pout. There was still no clear evidence of your mood lightening up anytime soon, it seemed like this could only be cured by a nap and some cuddles against Tate.

Speaking of which, you hadn’t been interrupted by in the last hour, which made you suspicious. Usually he’d give you such a hard time while you showered, always either ending up waiting in the bathroom with you, sitting on the counter or on the floor crisscrossed or ended up joining you. Both were actions welcomed by you, no matter if you were arguing or not, Tate couldn’t be away from you for long, instead just sat there in the same room with you in silence, avoiding your eyes like a grounded puppy.

Were you too harsh on him earlier? You didn’t think so, you weren’t upset with him. Maybe you snapped at him without him noticing. You had a towel wrapped around your body as you opened the bathroom door, looking into the hallway for any sign of him. Nothing.

“Tate?” You called out into the hallway, there was a moment of silence. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, he couldn’t have left forever. Where was he hiding? Was he hiding?

“In the bedroom!” You heard a familiar voice call out from your room. An overwhelming feeling of relief came over you when you heard his voice. In a better state of mind, you made your way back to your room. Droplets of water trailed your steps, evidence of your fresh shower. “Tate?” You called out again as you made it into your own room only to find pillows laying all over your bed, all covered by your Halloween themed blankets, a bowl of popcorn and next to it all kinds of Halloween themed candy.

There were orange and purple lights draped across your bedframe, Tate did his best to black out your window with your black blankets, which did darken the room some shades. The vinyl Tate begged you to get when you met initially was on the side of your bed, laying on the floor, ready to play some spooky songs. The more you looked, the more you found. This had to be the most thoughtful thing Tate had done for you so far.

Your heart melted at the ideas that went around Tate’s head. Movies were sprawled around your room, waiting for you to pick which one you wanted to see first. Tate even managed to pull some of your makeup, willing to be the one you practiced on for the real deal. It was obvious you were obsessed, it was written all over your face. Jumping up and down in place the more you looked, hearing Tate’s laugh as he saw your reaction. “Do you like it?”

“Like it!!??” You cried out as you held your towel in place, it didn’t take you long to close the door and keep looking around. “I love it Tate!!” Leaping towards your boyfriend to wrap your arms around him, the laugh escaped his lips as you pushed him back onto the bed, his body getting some of the shower water in the process. “I’m glad you liked it. I was hoping you would, it took me a while to get everything together.” He muffled into your neck as he squeezed your body against him.

Not even a second later you sat up, not minding the towel that flopped down as you looked around. It was like a mini Halloween town, if there was a way to your heart, this definitely was it.

Tate then took a moment to stare at you in awe, pushing himself back up with his elbows, he started tugging at your towel, a familiar mischievous smirk plastered across his face. Your eyes pried away from the screen to look at Tate, his eyes looked back to yours, then flickered down to your exposed chest.

Though you were more than comfortable with him at your exposure, the accidental flash did make you flustered. “Oh-” You laughed at yourself bringing the towel back up to cover you.

Any other day Tate would’ve been all over you, unable to keep his hands off of you and maybe that could wait for later on tonight, but he wanted to make sure you were cheered up first.

“I even brought out the pajamas-” Tate explained as he turned his head to grab the pair of matching pajamas you bought last year, both littered with pumpkins and bats. You watched him as he handed you the clothes, a playful smile came across your face. Tate had to be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, he was by far the most thoughtful.

You both took a moment to change into them, as you did, you reached for your towel, drying off your hair as Tate reached for the remote, pressing the play button for the movie to begin playing. As the cries erupted from the speakers, Tate leaned down to kiss your nose, leaving you in a smiley expression. You watched as Tate plopped down onto your bed once again, dressed in the cheesiest pajamas you’ve ever seen him wear.

The bed didn’t even seem welcoming to you, instead, you shifted over closer to him, mimicking how he fell onto the bed, this time you would fall onto his lap, snuggling your back against his chest. It wasn’t like Tate was complaining anyway, instead his arms instinctively wrapped around you. He cradled you into him as he occasionally reached to grab a few pieces of popcorn.

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