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simply meant to be | jjk

☾ Title: Simply Meant to Be ☾ Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader ☾ Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut ☾ Rating: m (18+) ☾ WC: 4.6K ☾ Warnings: this is not your average nightmare before christmas, its pretty dark and unhinged. jungkook is jack skellington. reader is somewhat of a sally character. jungkook calls you immortelle (it means everlasting), jungkook has face tattoos (you'll see), monsters, fear, seokjin appearing as Dr. Finkelstein hehe, electrocution therapy, being held against will, jungkook unalives someone, a game of cat and mouse, mentions of blood, smut in the forms of: kissing, grinding, fingering, unprotected sex, knife play, blood play, creampie ☾ Summary: you aren’t sure how any of it can be real. This place…these creatures…this man. You wake up next to a man you’ve never seen before with no memory of who he is or where you are. But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King. Scared and utterly terrified you run into someone who claims they can help you remember. And now you’re starting to wonder if that’s truly what you want. ☾ Authors Note: hello darklings! Please enjoy my trick for the Fantasy and Fangs halloween collab! this fic became so much more unhinged than i originally planned lol. it may not be for everyone! just e sure to check my warnings before you proceed with the fic. this is heavily unedited.

Your body jolts upright, lungs immediately gasping for breath.

Panic surges through every nerve as you frantically look around at your surroundings and grasping at the thin sheet you find bunched around your hips.

You’re naked. God why are you naked? How did you get here? Where the fuck are you?

Your heart pounds in your chest as you look next to you in bed and see that someone is lying next to you. A broad back and muscular arms covered in tattoos leading up to a head of messy black hair that covers the persons face lies snoring quietly against the sheets.

“Shit.” You mumble, wrapping the thin sheet around your body as you scramble out of the bed. The man lying in the bed stirs slightly and reaches into the space where your body once was.

You don’t wait to see anything else, dashing for the bedroom door and stumbling into the very dark hallway. The only light comes from the cobweb covered candle sconces that line the black painted walls.

You adjust the sheet around you the best you can before taking off running down the hallway. There is an immediate feeling that you’re being watched and you make the mistake of turning around to look behind you.

The dark shadowy silhouette of a man stands where you had just been a moment ago. You beg your feet to move faster.

Before you reach the top of the stairs, you glance back over your shoulder once more to see what you can only describe as a jack o lantern grin light up and stretch across the face of the man taking his time moving towards to you down the hallway.

“Where are you going, immortelle?”

A voice comes into your mind and almost causes you to fall face first down the winding spiral staircase in front of you.

“Please leave me alone.” You beg as you rush down the stairs. You don’t make it far before you suddenly feel hands gripping at your ankles. Hands with claws….some covered with slime…reaching from under the stairs and tearing at the sheet keeping your naked body from being exposed.

You scream until your throat hurts. Kicking at the hands as you continue to fight your way down the stairs.

“You know how much I love chasing you, baby.”

Somehow you manage to make it to the bottom of the stairs, but you almost wish that you hadn’t when you fall against the front door and throw it open.

You must be hallucinating with fear.

Outside the sky is black and grey swirls of clouds in constant motion, you know if you stared too long you’d become dizzy. Instead, your eyes wonder around to the bare trees surrounding the house you just made your way out of. Just a few leaves hang on for dear life as the wind quite literally howls through the air.

Down the crooked stone steps in front of you is a huge iron gate with two giant pumpkin designs bent into the bars. Gargoyles sit atop every stone post surrounding the house.

Wasting no more time, you descend the stairs until you’ve reached the iron gate, shaking the bars when it doesn’t budge.

“Please open. Please.” You shove with your shoulder as hard as you can and the gate loudly creaks open just enough for you to squeeze out into the open street.

You turn around and shove the gate back shut, looking up at the top of the stairs where the man who had been chasing you through the house now stands with a smile on his half tattooed face and his arms crossed over his bulky bare chest.

You can see even from here that the tattoos on the left side of his face are skull like features. It’s absolutely terrifying.

He lifts a hand in a wave as he menacingly tilts his head to the side and smiles.

Fuck this.

You wrap the blanket tighter around you and take off down the street without a single clue as to where you are. Anywhere has to be better than where you just were.

You spoke too soon again.

The sight in front of you as you round the corner is just as terrifying as that house and that man.

There are monsters, literal monsters, standing in the streets. Selling items at market booths. Chasing their children on the sidewalks. Laughter…and screams. It’s a terrible mix of sounds.

You freeze as a bouncy ball belonging to what you can only assume is a swamp monster child rolls against your feet.

“Happy first day after Halloween Ms Y/N!” The little creature says, staring at you expectantly.

Your instincts tell you not to scream. If you scream it will only make things worse.

“You know my name?” Your voice shakes and so do your hands as you continue holding the blanket around your body.

“Are you alright, miss?” The child’s mother appears behind him, looking at you with concern.

“I um…I should go.” Your bare feet move to cross the street, making you pause when you step in something wet. You know that it’s blood before you even look down. Vomit threatens to fill your mouth but you continue walking away, dragging the train of the sheet you’re wearing through more of the bloody streets.

More monsters stare at you as you go. Some with long sharp teeth and claws that could easily slice through a normal humans delicate skin. Some walked on two feet and some slithered across the ground like sickly serpents.

“Are you lost?” A horrifying witch grabbed your arm and tried to pull you back into the street.

“No, no I’m just on my way somewhere.” You lie the best you can, yanking your arm away only to immediately see deeps scratches from her long nails.

“So sorry miss.” She cackles, moving to join two other witches who were waiting for her on the other side of the street. They all continued their uneasy laughing until you turned the corner up ahead.

As you turned the corner you ran hard into something. Or someone it would appear when you looked up.

“What are you doing out here in nothing but a blanket, Y/N?” The man asks, pushing a pair of glasses up onto his nose.

This man had stitches across his forehead and down around his neck. Like some kind of Frankenstein’s monster, he’s been sewn together.

“Do I know you? Why does everyone here know my name?” You step back to put space between you and the monster.

“Ah, I see. Come with me.” He turns and begins walking but stops when you don’t follow. “I can help you. Come.” He holds out a hand, and while you don’t know what the fuck is happening, something tells you it’s okay to trust this stranger.

You take his hand.

“Who are you?” You finally ask.

“I’m a friend. Dr. Kim Seokjin.” He swings your hands between you in a silly way. “You usually call me Jin. Sometimes Jinnie.”

“Jin.” You repeat, the name feeling familiar on your tongue. “Where are we going?”

“To my lab. I have things that can help you there.” Jin turns another corner and up ahead you can see a tall crooked tower looming in the distance.

“Your lab is in there?”

“It is. Don’t worry Y/N, I promise you’re safe with me.”

You swallow hard but continue to let Jin lead you inside the tower and up, up, up the long spiraling stairs until you reach a door that he slides open.

Inside is a room filled with equipment and various experiments. Glass beakers filled with colorful liquid bubble and burble over small open flames. Sparks fly from wires that connect to different machines and some that connect to nothing at all. There are also several control panels at the center of the room with gurneys situated next to them.

“What kind of doctor are you, Jin?” Your voice shakes a little.

“The helpful kind.” He answers with a menacing grin on his face and a flicker of something slightly insane in his eyes.

“Wh-what do you have here that can help me?” You look down at the dirty blanket still wrapped around your body.

“First,” he grabs your hand again and leads you to a side room that has a cot with some folded clothes lying on top of it, “you can use those clothes to change into, okay? Whatever you want.”

“Thank you.” You step into the small room and turn to face him. “Is something really wrong with me? Something that makes me not remember?”

“Everything is fixable. I’ll have you as good as new in no time.” Jin winks and closes the door behind him so that you can change in private.

You dress in a daze, still feeling very off kilter from everything that’s unfolded from the moment you opened your eyes. Flashes of the man you woke up next too and his terrifying tattooed face race across your memory and leave chills over your skin.

“Ready now?” Jin calls from outside the door. You take a deep breath and walk back out into the laboratory. “Why don’t you take a seat on one of those?” He motions to the gurneys at the center of the room.

Reluctantly, you walk over to them and sit on the thin mattress. It crumples under your weight and immediately sends a sense of dread swimming into your veins.

“How can you fix me?” You barely get the sentence out before Jin is next to you, situating your arms at your sides and wrapping leather straps around your wrists. “What are you doing?” Panic thick in your voice.

“This is how we fix you. Bite this.” He puts a leather strap up to your mouth.

“Are you crazy?! I’m not doing this. Let me go!” You pull against the restraints, thrashing your head and body in an attempt to get the fuck away.

“I know it’s a little frightening. You do this every time. One of your only flaws.” Jin shakes his head, sounding disappointing.

“Flaws? What are you talking about!?”

“You’re my creation. I made you.” He tilts his head and smiles, “and you’re absolutely perfect except for that mind of yours. It resets. Forgets.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Creation?! I’m a human being! I’m not some experiment! What is wrong with you?” Hot tears starts to leak from the corners of your eyes and blur your vision.

“You’re so adorable sometimes.” Jin yanks on your restraints to tighten them, “sit still, Y/N.”

“You’re hurting me.” You whimper.

“You think that hurts?” Jin smiles before he begins sticking sticky pads to your head and neck. “Just wait.” He whispers into your ear.

You’re such an idiot to have trusted this monster. You were so sure that he was good. A friend. He felt like a friend when you saw him. Familiar.

“Please…don’t.” You beg just before he forcefully shoves the piece of leather between your teeth.

“You’ll thank me soon.”

Terror freezes your body as you watch him slam down a lever on one of the control tables, green electric waves traveling down the wires and entering your body in trembling shocks.

You don’t know how long you lay there, screaming through the pain before you pass out from how much electricity Jin lets pass into your body. But eventually the room goes black and the last thing you hear is Jin manically laughing from across the room.

“It’s getting worse.”

“I tweaked some things this time. I’m hopeful it lasts longer.”

“It better. I’m tired of losing her.”

You hear quiet voices as you begin to come to. Voices that you recognize almost immediately.

“Jungkook?” Your voice croaks. Almost immediately the door to the small room slides open and the silhouette of the only person you want to see fills the doorway.

“You’re okay, immortelle?” Jungkook rushes into the room and kneels next to the cot you’re laying on.

“What happened to me? Why am I in Jinnie’s lab?” You turn your head to face him when he cups your cheeks in his hands.

“You had another episode, my sweet.” He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles one by one.

“Episode?” Your brows draw together in confusion.

“You forgot who you were. That you belong to me. You forgot it all.” Jungkook looks sad while he explains and it breaks your heart.

“How could I forget you?” You sit up slowly and he helps you. “How could I forget my love?”

“It’s not your fault, immortelle. Don’t blame yourself.” Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Jin who stands in the doorway. Jin rolls his eyes before walking away.

“Take me home?” You ask, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s neck when he picks you up into his arms bridal style.

“Of course.”

Jungkook carries you down the long winding staircase of the laboratory and outside where it’s pitch black besides the white melting candles inside the lamp posts along the street.

A smile pulls across your face when you see all the monsters that you love busy in the streets. They all smile back at you, tossing greetings and wishes of quick recoveries your way.

“They love you.” Jungkook whispers into your ear.

“No. They love you, you’re their pumpkin king. I’m just lucky enough to be yours.” You touch the skull details tattooed on the side of his face so he looks at you.

“You’ll be their queen soon.” He reminds you. You lean up to kiss his lips.

“Let’s get something to eat before we go home. I’m famished.” Jungkook sits you on your feet but keeps your hand in his.

Jungkook talks with some of the shop owners and you watch as he gathers all of your favorite things into a basket. Wines, cheeses, and some sweet treats leftover from the night before. You love him so.

You make your way over to a stand selling haunted dolls and look around at all the choices. You’re about to go back to find Jungkook when someone grabs your arm and twists you around.

“You’re so pretty.” The drunken vampire says, the smell of blood thick on his breath. He’s had too much.

“I appreciate your compliment, but I need you to let go of my arm.” You pull away but he doesn’t let go.

“Don’t be that way. Come with me.” He stumbles and almost falls on top of you.

“Get off of me!” You say louder but the vampire doesn’t listen, it’s nails scratching through your skin. You’re about to scream for Jungkook when he’s suddenly there, ripping the vampires hand from your arm.

“May I ask what you think you’re doing? Touching what’s mine?” Jungkook says too calmly.

“I…I didn’t recognize Ms. Y/N…I didn’t realize.” The vampire stumbles over his words.

“Is that your excuse?” Jungkook laughs, the terrifying cackling sound sending tingles through your body.

You know what’s going to happen next, and the thrill alone has you aching between your legs.

“I’m sorry, I’ll never make the mistake again.” The vampire takes a few steps back.

“Immortelle?” Jungkook looks over his shoulder to you. He’s asking a silent question that you already know the answer to. You nod yes as a smile spreads across your face.

“Remember in your next life my friend, to keep your filthy hands off my girl.” Before you can blink his hand is shooting out between them and into the vampires chest cavity. He holds it there a moment so that he can watch the life drain slowly drain from the vampire before he yanks his hand back out holding the still thumping heart in his hand.

The vampire falls to the ground in a lifeless heep, his eyes still open and eternally full of the fear he last experienced. The crowd around the market doesn’t take offense, they know if their pumpkin kills someone it was for a damn good reason.

Jungkook turns towards you, handing the heart to one of the children playing with the body on the ground. He pats their head and then slowly brings his hand up to his mouth, licking a thick stripe from the bloody palm of his hand to the tip of his middle finger, all while keeping eye contact with you.

You smile, closing the space between the two of you and claiming his mouth. Your tongue seeks out the blood that’s dropped down his chin and around his lips.

“It never gets old…watching you kill for me.” You breathe into his mouth while his blood hands lace into the strands of your hair.

“We need to get home before I show everyone here how well I fuck you.” His mouth leaves hot kisses against your neck as he leads you backwards down the street until your back hits the iron bars of a familiar gate.

Home.

The gate loudly creaks open as soon as it realizes the two of you have arrived. Jungkook stops kissing you to take your hand and walks with you up the stone stairs to the front door that also opens all on its own, the door knocker welcoming you home.

“Do you want to play?” You whisper, making Jungkook pause at the bottom of the stairs. Those tattooed details raising into a smile.

“Okay, immortelle. Let’s play.” He kisses the top of your hand before taking a step back. He slowly slips of his black and white striped suit jacket and unbuttons his shirt before it joins the jacket on the floor.

You soak in the tattooed planes of his body, the muscles begging to be touched. His dark falling over his forehead as he steps back farther into the shadows until he’s completely disappeared from your sight.

“You know what happens if I catch you, immortelle.” His voice floats into your ear from somewhere unknown. “Don’t let me catch you.”

A thrill shoots through your body again and you sprint for the stairs, loving the way the monsters and ghouls grab at your ankles and whisper your name. You immediately turn left at the top of the stairs, your mind going a million miles an hour trying to think of where you could hide.

He knows all of the good places for hiding.

In a last ditch idea, you run into your shared bedroom upon hearing Jungkook’s footsteps running up the stairs. He took this game of chase so seriously and never took it slowly.

You slide under the bed, your chest heaving in fear but also excitement. You’re hoping by hiding somewhere obvious that he won’t even think to look here and waste his time checking all of the usual spots you tend to hide.

“Where are you, immortelle?” You hear his menacing voice out in the hallway coming closer. You almost giggle. “You know I’ll find you. I will always find you.”

You hear his footsteps stop outside the bedroom door and then the door slowly opens right after, lightly hitting against the wall behind it.

Jungkook’s heavy footsteps make the floorboards creak as he walks into the room. You throw a hand over your mouth to keep from making any noises. Jungkook undoes the buckle of his belt and a moment later slips it from his belt loops and lets it clang against the hardwood floor.

“Are you soaked for me right now, my love?” You watch with wide eyes as Jungkook slowly walks around the bed. “I’ll find out soon enough.”

He doesn’t say anything else and when you look around at the floor you notice that he’s no longer next to the bed, his black boots no longer anywhere in sight. You release a long breath of relief.

And then you’re being yanked by the ankle from beneath the bed, a startled scream escaping you as you flip onto your back just in time to see Jungkook trap you with his body against the floor.

“You caught me.” You smile, lifting your hips up to meet his, desperate for friction against your core.

“Don’t I always?” His mouth is on yours, his hands pushing your dress up around your hips.

He was desperate for you too.

“I love you.” You whisper on his lips, the tattooed skeleton grin on his beautiful face turning upwards.

Jungkook sits up on his knees between your legs giving you a full view of his naked torso. Pretty muscles and flawless skin that you ached to leave your mark on. Scratches and bite marks and bruises were the only things that could make him more perfect.

Your chest heaves as you watch him reach behind his back in the band of his black dress pants to retrieve a silver shiny knife. Your pulse quickens immediately.

“Is this what you want, immortelle?” He presses the cold steel flat against the inside of your thigh, keeping the blade from cutting you just yet.

“Will you torture me?” You ask, your hands coming up to cup your breasts with anticipation.

“Absolutely.” Jungkook moves the knife farther up your skin until the point brushes over underwear. You moan pathetically at the feel of it brushing over your center and slowly sliding over onto your other thigh.

“Jungkook…” you sigh.

“Be patient. I’ll give you what you want.” Jungkook uses his other hand to undo the button and zipper of his pants, pushing them down until his perfect cock springs free from the confines.

You bite your lip at the sight in front of you. Jungkook slowly strokes himself to the sight of the knife moving across your skin. He draws the sharp side of the blade oh so gently across your stomach, so sharp you don’t even feel it draw blood. The view of you on display for him makes him groan and move his hand a bit rougher up and down his shaft.

Your fingers move on their own accord, slipping through the small pool of blood on your stomach and moving them back over your breasts to smear the crimson liquid in a trail.

“Fuck. Fuck you’re so perfect.” Jungkook moves the knife to your throat, gently leaving one long cut from one side to the other. You immediately feel warm blood leave the wound and drip down the sides of your neck.

Jungkook drops the knife to the floor and bends over your body to attach his mouth to your neck. He licks and sucks at your blood, whimpering at the taste of it on his tongue. Your body instinctively arches from the ground, your chest rubbing against his and spreading more of your blood between your bodies. It was the most beautiful visual you could imagine.

You looked down between your bodies to see Jungkook’s hand still stroking his cock as he continues to move his mouth down your body to the cut on your stomach. You can barely stand the burn in the pit of your stomach any longer, your desire for the man on top of you smoldering too hot.

“I need you now. Please.” You lace your hands into Jungkook’s hair and lift his face. The sight of his face covered in your blood, his eyes solid black with lust almost does you in completely.

“Such a good girl, saying please.” He moves back onto his knees, squeezing precum from the head of his cock before he releases it completely and picks the knife back up off the floor. You watch in awe as he brings it to his mouth and licks the blood from the blade.

“I always want to be good for you.” You say sweetly. His cock twitches at the sound of your obedient voice.

Jungkook moves the knife down between your legs and ever so carefully pressed the sharp blade to your underwear and drags it down until the fabric slices apart and reveals your absolutely drenched pussy to him. The knife clangs to the floor again and Jungkook leans back down to claim your mouth, his thumb immediately finding your clit.

Your lips part to moan and his tongue swipes against yours swallowing up all the sounds that escape you. The dripping head of his cock suddenly swipes through your folds and causes a high pitched whine to bubble up your throat.

“Is your pussy desperate to be filled, immortelle?” His hand swipes the blood on your stomach before it’s back on his cock, the blood lubing his shaft to make it easier when he fucks himself into you.

“Yes. It hurts, Jungkook.” You let your hands wander his chest and stomach, watching him watch you.

“I’m not going to last long once I get inside your perfect pussy, my love. But I need you to cum and I need you to scream.” Without warning he roughly spears himself inside you, his hands holding you on his cock as you writhe from the sudden intrusion.

“Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts to move, rough and hard.

“Made for me. I literally had you made just for me and you’re perfect. So fucking perfect and pliant just for me.” Jungkook’s hand comes down to your throat, careful of the cut across your skin, he gently tightens his grip.

You immediately see stars, wrapping both of your hands around his wrist to keep him in place. You gasp and moan at the feeling of him controlling your breathing and ruining your pussy at the same time.

“I’m going to come. God I’m coming right now.” The words are quiet as he continues to hold your throat but he hears you just fine, moving his hand from your throat to play with your clit.

“Scream. I need you to scream so I can fill you up.” You open your eyes to see Jungkook watching you, his hair sweaty and mouth parted. Just when you’re about to beg for a kiss he punches your clit between his fingers and your orgasm rolls through you like a hurricane.

Black and white sparks explode behind your eyes and though you can’t hear yourself, you know that you scream loud and high pitched. Just what Jungkook needs to find his own end, dropping on top of you as he continues to fill you past the brim and onto your thighs.

Dried blood scratches between your skin and his as he lies on top of you, his head against your chest and your hands roaming the expanse of his broad shoulders.

“You’re okay, immortelle?” He finally asks through his heavy breathing.

“I am, of course.” You lift his face to place a kiss to his lips.

“We didn’t even make it to the bed this time.” He laughs lightly, groaning as he pulls out and helps you sit up with him.

“I didn’t mind.” You both smile knowing he feels the same.

“I’ll never mind being with you, immortelle. Never.” He touches your cheek and kisses your lips once more.

“Even if…even if I keep forgetting?”

“Even then. We are simply meant to be, my love.”

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im-his-druidess · 1 year

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For anybody wondering Smith's Grove Sanitarium is the mental health facility and detainment center for the criminally insane in the film Halloween!

(22. Omega goes to an Alpha and clings on them to get away from another creepy Alpha/Beta. & 24. “My ex-boyfriend is here, please scent me before he tries to do something.”)

"'Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world...,'" you muttered, eyeing the man swaggering around the cafeteria as if he owned it.

It was your ex, someone you never thought you would see again after a tumultuous relationship and an even more volatile breakup, and yet here he was. In the same institute you were currently locked in. You would have laughed in any other circumstance, seeing him incarcerated at Smith’s Grove, but it was hard to find amusement when you were in the same building as him. Also, it was hard to laugh through the sudden surge of sheer panic rushing through you at the sight of him. Clutching your food tray until your knuckles turned white you cast your eyes around wildly. Usually people gravitated towards their own dynamic, Omegas huddled together far away from the group of loudly talking Alphas and the few Betas sprinkled amongst the remaining tables talking normally and without care.

Your ex, an Alpha that liked to puff out his chest to appear bigger than he was and bully those he deemed weaker, was busy stealing food from a smaller Alpha and laughing. Anger burned in the back of your throat at the display, but it was quickly replaced by terror when his eyes met yours from across the room.

His look of shock was quickly replaced by a wide grin full of nothing but malice.

You trembled at the sudden phantom echo of his screaming in your head, his venomous degrading words hurting worse than any slap he ever delivered, and you felt the urge to curl up into a ball. You spun on your heel and began weaving through the lunch crowd when he stood from his seat. There was a guard chatting happily with the lunch lady and you knew he probably wouldn’t do much to protect you if you approached him. Your flitting gaze searched through the sea of issued white scrubs, eyes burning at all the white clothes against the white walls and white tile floors, before landing on a spot of bright orange at the back corner.

Seated alone at a table, chaperoned by a tense guard standing a few feet away, was the Sanitarium’s most known and feared patient. Michael Myers sat with slightly drooped broad shoulders, a paper mâché mask that looked a bit like a jack-o-lantern placed over his face with his long dirty blond hair hanging in front of his masked face like a curtain, and he was eating lazily with his head tilted towards the table. Everyone knew who he was, throwing glances his way and whispering to each other, and you remembered how you nearly fainted from fright the first time the murderous behemoth shuffled past you in the halls. He didn’t say or do anything in particular that frightened you, he didn’t even look at you, but his sheer presence made your inner Omega howl at the feeling of a predator so close.

Not only was the man huge and stacked with muscles that made you gape like a fish out of water, but he was an Alpha.

Even with the mandatory scent suppressants you could still catch the natural spice of an Alpha. Immediately, an idea popped in your head, and you didn’t even give yourself a second to fully think about it before you beelined for his table.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see your ex following you and you all but flung yourself into the empty seat beside Michael Myers. Instantly all the chatter in the room stopped, all eyes swung to you, and the guard nearby paled.

Michael continued to eat.

You felt a small sense of relief wash over you as the man’s body heat seeped into your suddenly freezing body, his spicy scent tingling your nose, and his broad shoulders blocked out most of the stunned crowd. You tried to continue as if this was a perfectly natural thing to do, unraveling your plastic spoon from its napkin before scooping up a helping of mashed potatoes, and you forced your trembling hand to still before you accidently dropped your spoonful. A wave of whispers suddenly rushed through the room and you saw your ex stop and linger a few tables away. You glanced over at the giant man beside you, noting that what you could see of his blue eyes were still trained on his tray in front of him, and you couldn’t help but notice how comically small and fragile his spoon looked in his large hand.

Feeling a need to justify yourself for sitting so close to him you leaned a bit closer to whisper to him in a voice that only he could hear.

“My ex-boyfriend is here, please scent me before he tries to do something,” you said in a rush, shifting nervously in the hard chair at the sight of your ex still too close for comfort, before staring wide-eyed as Michael’s mechanical movements slowed slightly at your words.

You knew that he heard you and you suddenly wondered if you were going to meet a gruesome end by way of plastic utensil. You saw his head tilt minutely, eyes still trained on his food, but you could hear a small huff of breath beneath his mask that you otherwise wouldn’t have heard if you weren’t so close to him. It took you a few moments to realize that he was subtly scenting you. You fought the urge to shiver at the discovery of him breathing you in.

Your eyes dropped to his plate and another idea struck you.

He was picking around his food, avoiding the mushy peas and soggy carrots that was served and focusing on the mashed potatoes and bits of shredded chicken slathered in gravy, and you spotted the pudding container that was served as dessert. The chocolate pudding cup was completely empty, virtually scraped clean, and you came to the amusing realization that he had eaten his dessert first. With a deep breath you grabbed your own pudding cup and placed it near his tray.

A peace offering or a bribe you weren’t entirely sure.

His movements slowed even more and you pretended everything was normal about your interaction with the man by shoving another spoonful of potatoes in your mouth. It tasted like ash and settled in your stomach like lead, but you forced yourself to appear as normal as possible. You spotted your ex taking a few hesitant steps closer, making you subconsciously sink further against Michael until your arm brushed his side, and you nearly leapt out of your skin when a heavy overly warm hand landed on the back of your neck.

In a quick move you didn’t see he had placed his hand on the back of your neck, grip loose and almost lazy, but the possessive hold was as obvious as if he stood and shouted in the now tense cafeteria.

‘Mine’.

The guard fidgeted nervously with the taser on his belt, the crowd falling deathly silent at the uncharacteristic movement of the infamous killer, and you forced yourself not to go absolutely rigid at the unexpected touch. You noticed that your ex had paled, the malice on his face dropping to an expression of fear, before he scampered back towards his original table.

You could perfectly visualize a tail between his legs as he retreated.

Your entire body relaxed at the threat leaving you alone and you swore you felt those long fingers twitch against your neck before they pulled away. He snagged your offered pudding cup and you smiled. Looks like you both had come to an agreement and, despite sitting next to the most dangerous man in the entire building, you felt yourself relax.

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Hi again! Its me, idk if you remember but i sent you that weird horned shiny caterpie a long time ago. I had another question. My partner recently caught a pumpkaboo. He is also very much into haloween decorating, but hes afraid to carve any jack-o lanturns. I was hoping if there is a way to help his new pokemon and let him carve this year. Any advice would be wonderful.

-Bre

Ah yes, good to hear from you again, your caterpie is doing very well by the way, settled right into a small colony after an adjustment period and has made a lot of friends.

As for this Pumkaboo issue, it does happen, theyre sweet pokemon but struggle to see the difference between themselves and pumpkins, so the panic can settle in.

What we normally do is encourage them to use razor leaf as a move, and basiclaly play fruit ninja with them. As often as you can just throw fruits and get them to try to cut them up with the attacks. After a while, say a week or so, slowly introduce small pumpkins or gourds in. Say nothing and just mix them into the game of aim and slice. They are not usually perceptive enough to pick out what it is theyre attacking while its moving in the air, especially in daylight where their eyesight is a little less detail orientated, and will continue the game without further thought. Again, these are not overly intelligent pokemon on average, more curious or tricky, even timid (but there can be exceptions).

Once they eventually realise theyve been playing a game with vegetables by letting them examine the remians when you all clean up, they usually clock that vegetables and pokemon are not the same. they do not smell the same, nor do their insides look similar in any way. Its more about breaking the barrier between what they will and wont do out of nervousness, proving that they are not the same as pumpkins first hand, and that there is no scary or terrible concequence to attacking said vegetables.

Posing the idea of carving together after that tends to become far simpler, they can connect the dots of 'i am a pokemon and alive and sentient' and 'that is a vegetable and im not hurting anyone like me', most of the time this species wont partake due to a fear of the unknown, a hypothetical, or a disconnect in information, fill in the gaps and they tend to come around to it pretty quickly.

But theres always the alternative if you find youve got a real scardy cat: Paint the lanterns. Glow in the dark paints are easy to buy, so you can bypass the need for a candle or knife, and this way you dont have to front up something that may cause yoru pokemon emotional discomfort, though I personally would suggest confronting this nervousness.

It is a minor issue, and it's healthy to experience situations where you need to be in an uncomfrotable state and maintain calm composure. This is a great example of just letting them experience the world so they can handle their feelings and emotions in a healthy way instead of freaking out if they see something they don't like or understand, launching an attack out of fear and being a danger to themselves and others.

Good luck with fruit ninja, it doubles up as fun enrichment for all your pokemon, and is snack time so- win win!

#prof.peach #pokemon #peach talks #there are other ways but this is what we do #most of the time

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melancholy-of-nadia · 6 months

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Devil by the Window (m) | knj

title: Devil by the Window pairing: namjoon x f. reader, a tiny bit of yeonjun x f. reader rating/genre: m ; smut ; HORROR; HALLOWEEN; summary: you are spending halloween night with two of your best friends, yeonjun and namjoon while having a halloween movie marathon at the olders' house. when you receive a strange phone call filled with moans and a knock that leaves you with a piece of paper that says 11:58, you wonder whether it's a prank or ominous warning of what is yet to come. warnings: dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, breast play, hickies, slight body worship if you squint, horror, haunting things happening, paranoia, smut, making out, creampie, namjoon has a marking and ownership fetish, biting, jealous namjoon?, TXT YEONJUN, blood, death, cliché horror tropes based on two different movies lmk if you catch them note: thank you @daegudrama for beta reading as always and supporting this... fcked up halloween dumpster fire last minute HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL 🎃 FEEDBACK & Comments are much appreciated !! total word count: 2.2k drop date: october 31st 2023, 8:00pm pst cross posted on ao3 here - -

It’s a chilly Halloween night, and you, Namjoon, and Yeonjun have gathered at the olders' house to enjoy a horror movie marathon.

The living room is adorned with eerie decorations, and a flickering jack-o'-lantern casts eerie shadows across the room. The three of you settle in, ready for a night of spooky fun.

As the movie plays, you can't help but get engrossed in the suspenseful plot. The room is dimly lit, creating the perfect atmosphere for a night of frights. The eerie silence is occasionally punctuated by gasps and laughter.

Suddenly, your phone rings, shattering the silence. The caller ID displays the words "unknown," and you hesitate before answering it. You are shocked when you hear harsh breathing that eventually turns to faint moans on the other end. Why does it sound uncannily like Namjoon? Your eyes widen glancing at Namjoon, who is sitting right next to you, engrossed in the movie. It's impossible for the sounds to be coming from him. He's right here!

Your heart races as you listen, unable to comprehend what you're hearing. It sounds like Namjoon, and yet, it can’t be. The unsettling, yet seductive moans continue for a few moments before the call abruptly ends, leaving you in a state of disbelief and unease.

"Who was it?" Namjoon asks as he grabs another handful of caramel popcorn from the pumpkin bucket next to him.

"Uh, all I heard was breathing and moans."

Namjoon nods, but Yeonjun chuckles, popping a handful of caramel popcorn into his mouth, his amusement contrasting with the eerie situation. "Breathing and moans, huh? Sounds like a childish Halloween prank."

You join in the laughter, trying to ease the tension that had settled in earlier. "Yeah, it's probably just some dumb kids trying to spook us on Halloween. Nothing to worry about."

Yeonjun, trying to ease the tension, chuckles and says, "Exactly! Don't let it get to you." He seems convinced that there's a logical explanation for the unsettling events.

With the unsettling phone call still fresh in your mind, you try to immerse yourself in the movie, hoping to forget what you had just heard. But not even five minutes later, the doorbell rings, jolting you and your friends from the eerie atmosphere of the film.

You exchange bewildered glances with Namjoon and Yeonjun. It's already close to midnight, and it seems unusual for trick-or-treaters to still be out at this hour. Deciding to investigate, you volunteer to open the door, determined to put your fears to rest.

However, as you swing the door open, there's no one in sight. The porch is empty, and the dimly lit street seems devoid of any Halloween revelers. A chill runs down your spine, and you glance down at the ground, where you find a folded piece of paper. The note simply reads, "[11:58PM]." Panic wells up inside you as you look at the clock on the wall. That is 20 minutes from now.

With a sense of urgency, you rush back to the living room, trying to explain the eerie note to Namjoon and Yeonjun, who are both puzzled by your urgency.

"There was no one outside! Except this note that says '[11:58PM].' I'm actually pretty scared."

Yeonjun shrugs, trying to dispel the unease that has settled in the room. "Come on, Y/N, It's probably just some dumbasses trying to prank you.”

“Calling me and coming to Namjoon’s house with a note…? It happened within a 5 minute timespan, Yeonjun!”

“I don’t know. But it's getting late, so I think I'm calling it a night. I have work tomorrow at 9 am."

“Fine. Okay bestie.” You sigh. “Are we still on for boba after you get off work with Taehyun and Jungkook?”

“Yeah, of course!”

You reluctantly lead Yeonjun to the door, giving him a hug goodbye, and wishing him a safe drive home.

"Thanks for coming over, Yeonjun. Call me if you need anything, and I'll let you know if anything else happens."

“No worries, have a good night.”

As the door closes behind Yeonjun, you return to sit on the couch to face Namjoon, your heart heavy with the weight of the eerie events that have unfolded. The clock on the wall continues its relentless countdown, bringing you closer to "[11:58PM]." You and Namjoon are now alone in the dimly lit living room, and the sense of impending dread grows stronger. You had planned to stay over at his house, which he is okay with.

You take a deep breath and look at the older man, your eyes filled with uncertainty. As you're about to ask him to help you get to the bottom of this weird situation, Namjoon suddenly speaks up, his voice carrying an unexpected tone.

"So, do you have something going on with Yeonjun?" Namjoon's question catches you off guard, and you struggle to find the right words.

"Huh?"

Namjoon continues, "You guys seem pretty close. You're even seeing him tomorrow."

You try to explain, "Well, we're the same age and grew up in the same hometown together, but he's just a best friend to me."

Namjoon's expression shifts, and he presses further, "What about me?"

You hesitate, the memory of the phone call with the alluring moans echoing in your mind.

"You... well," You stammer, your voice softening as you struggle to find the right words. "I feel different about you because I kind of like you as more than a bestie."

Namjoon's lips curve into a small, knowing smile as he responds, "Oh, really?"

The tension in the room seemed to shift from fear to something entirely different.The atmosphere crackled with a potent mix of desire and danger. In a sudden, unexpected move, Namjoon pushed you down on the couch, his eyes locked onto yours, burning with a fiery intensity. With the specter of the imposter momentarily forgotten, your lips met in a passionate kiss.

The room seemed to shrink, closing in around you as the intensity of your connection with Namjoon deepened. The haunting memories of the imposter and the eerie events of the night faded into the background, replaced by the powerful magnetism drawing you closer. With every touch, every kiss, you found solace and passion in each other's arms.

Namjoon's lips left a trail of fiery kisses along your neck and collarbone, his mouth hot against your skin. Each kiss was punctuated by a soft, needy sigh escaping your lips, your fingers threading through his hair as you pressed him closer.

His lips found the sensitive skin of your throat, and he sucked gently, leaving several marks that would linger long after this night. A quiet gasp escaped you, a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as he continued his ministrations, leaving a trail of hickeys. Your mind fills with a lustful haze as you watch him pull his sweatpants down, revealing his extremely hard cock. The sight makes you soak your panties a bit more than they were before.

“I guess Yeonjun lucked out on such a pretty girl like you.”

You don’t have enough time to question or say anything else as Namjoon pulls off the skirt you are wearing, leaving you in your black lace underwear, displaying a dark, wet patch visible in your crotch. You didn’t expect this to happen tonight, but you are ready for him to fuck you senseless.

Namjoon's voice is filled with desire as he whispers, "So wet for me," his fingers teasingly sliding your panties down just enough to explore your pussy. He gently eases a finger into your wetness, and a soft, pleasurable moan escapes your lips.

“You’re adorable, Y/N.” Namjoon teases as he kisses you again, sliding his finger out of you. He takes off your crop top and unhooks your bra behind your back tossing both items to the floor, beginning to plant plenty of kisses on your breasts.

“Namjoon…please…fuck.”

“So eager for me, a shame that Yeonjun won’t get to fuck this pussy.” He whispers seductively to you as he runs his hand along your thigh. Fuck, his words leave goosebumps on your skin. He slides your panties all the way off, and you spread your legs out as much as you can. He then slowly places his cock near your entrance teasing momentarily before sliding into you fully. This action draws a long moan of pleasure out of you.

He smiles down at you, having successfully ruined you, and silenced you with his finger.

“All mine. Just mine.”

Your eyes roll back, all you can feel is him thrusting in and out of your soaking pussy, making you blush all over. He looks deep into your eyes as he fucks you. You are overwhelmed by the lewd wet squelches your pussy makes as his cock enters you. The arousing sounds bring you closer to your climax.

“Such a slut for daddy’s cock.” He grunts. “You like being fucked like this?”

“Yes, N-Namjoon…” You whisper. “Please don’t stop…”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, my love.” He smiles almost lovingly down at you, caressing your cheek with his hand as he still thrusts inside you.

This is sex. Really good sex. Probably the best sex you’ve ever had. All your past boyfriends and friends with benefits could never compared to the euphoria that Kim Namjoon is giving you. He is so sweet, so charming. Everything a girl could want in a lover.

“I’m getting closer.” You breathe out.

“Me too.” He grunts, grabbing your chin, making you look directly at him. “Let’s do it together.”

And with those words, he lets go. You can feel the heat of his cum flow through your walls. The downright lewd noise he makes on his release is just enough to cause your orgasm as well, your cum enveloping his cock as he pulls out of your pussy. Why did those exact moans from him give you deja vu? In your post orgasm haze you can’t quite remember why this thought came about.

You’re both out of breath, him from fucking you and you from being fucked. He stares down at you as you both take a few deep breaths. Your heart is racing, and your body is still tingling from the passion you both shared.

He decides to get up, putting his pants back on, and goes to find a towel to clean you up. The dimly lit room takes on a new, intimate atmosphere as you catch your breath and bask in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. You decide to get up too and start putting your shirt and skirt back on, patiently waiting for him to return.

However, the sudden ringing of your phone shatters the moment, and you fumble to reach it. Panic surges through you as you see Yeonjun's name on the caller ID. You quickly answer, hearing the urgency in his voice.

"Listen to me carefully, Y/N." Yeonjun says in a panicked tone. "You need to leave Namjoon's house right now. Because, that's not Namjoon!"

Your heart skips a beat, and confusion and fear wash over you as you ask, "Huh? What are you talking about?!"

You hear police sirens on the other end. And that’s when you hear Namjoon’s voice on the other side of the phone talking with Yeonjun. Before Yeonjun can respond to your question, you turn around and see the figure that looks like Namjoon standing there, holding a knife in his hand. The menacing glint in his eyes sends shivers down your spine as you realize the horrifying truth - the person in front of you is not the real Namjoon, and danger is looming in the dimly lit room.

As you make a break for the door, determined to escape the menacing imposter, your heart pounds in your chest, and adrenaline courses through your veins. You hope to reach safety, but the imposter, still wielding the knife, moves swiftly to intercept you.

In the struggle that follows, you desperately try to dodge a direct attack, but to no avail. The imposter's knife slices through the air with a malevolent swish, finding its mark on your abdomen. Agonizing pain sears through your body as the blade cuts deep, leaving a gaping wound in its wake. A guttural cry of anguish escapes your lips as you collapse to the floor, the shock and pain overwhelming your senses.

Clutching your wounded stomach, you feel the warm stickiness of your own blood oozing between your fingers. The room spins, and your surroundings blur as the floor beneath you becomes stained crimson, the red liquid pooling around you like a sinister halo. The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid undertone of fear, as the imposter, their face twisted with malevolence, continues to advance with deliberate, haunting steps.

Tears well up in your eyes as you gasp for breath, the pain nearly unbearable.

"W-Who are you?! Why are you doing this to me?!"

The fake Namjoon chuckles darkly, the sinister glint in his eyes unrelenting. "I said you're mine. And you will be mine. Just like this. Forever."

Your world spins into a growing blur as you fight to stay conscious, the imposter looming over you, and the horrifying realization that this is it.

In your final moments, you glanced at the clock on the wall, its numbers glowing ominously.

11:58.

The seconds tick away, echoing the dreadful countdown as "Namjoon" lifts his hand to deliver the final, fatal blow.

The world around you fades into an abyss of darkness.

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louloulemons-posts · 7 months

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Oil At The Coffee Shop VI

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : October rolls around, it’s time to prep the shop for Halloween with the help of your friends.

Word Count : 1.8k

Warnings : not proofread, fluffy, eddie x reader content, scars, eddie has a mini panic, waitress is slightly rude to eddie, just pure cuteness, halloween fluff

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The summer days had finally ended, people had gone back to school and the air became a lot cooler now that mid October was around.

Although it was a Sunday, you, El and Max were working hard to decorate the shop for Halloween. Stood on a chair you put a plastic pumpkin up on a higher shelf amongst the books.

“Be careful!” El said as she opened hung a ‘Happy Halloween’ banner on the counter.

“I’m alright Honey,” you smiled at her, taking another plastic jack o lantern from Max.

“Think that’s enough here?” you asked. She took a few steps back, “It looks great!”

“So add a few pieces of cobweb here and then this part is done, then it’s just the outside.”

The bell on the door chimed, signalling someone’s arrival. “Pumpkin delivery!” Steve called out. You smiled, carefully getting down from the stool. “Ah you’re just the best!”

“Tell me something I don’t know! Eddies got them in the van so where do you want them?”

“They’re mainly for outside and the window so. You girls carry on in here, do not climb on the stool,” you said sternly, knowing Max would definitely try it.

She held her hands up in defence and you followed Steve out to Eddies van. The back doors were open, revealing various pumpkins in the back. “Hey,” Eddie said, giving you a slight smile. “Hi, thanks for doing this.”

“No worries Sweetheart, d’you need help getting them in?”

“Would you mind?”

“Not at all,” he said, taking the largest pumpkin and carrying it inside with ease.

Steve raised his brow at you as Eddie headed inside, “Shut up.”

After talking at Steve’s barbecue, you and Eddie had become fast friends. He popped in every few days to pick up coffee and treats for him and Wayne and sometimes just to say hi. You surprisingly got along really well and spoke most days - even over the phone.

“Where do you want it Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, pumpkin still in his arms. “Oh on the widow sill, like here,” you pointed to a spot. Eddie placed it perfectly. “Do either of you want something warm so you don’t freeze?” you asked.

“Coffee please,” Steve spoke.

“Make it two.” You nodded and the pair continued to place pumpkins around. Leaving the warm drinks on the counter you climbed back up on the stood, faux spider webs in hand.

Leaning over the shelves you stuck the sticky webs up, draping it here and there. You didn’t notice that the stool was slightly uneven making it wobble under your weight.

You felt hands grip your waist, steadying you. “Jesus Sweetheart, don’t you own a step ladder?” Eddie said, sighing as he changed his grip.

“Uh no, haven’t got round to buying one. Thanks for saving me,” you joked, smiling down at him. “Keep me steady?”

“I don’t trust you not to fall off in all honesty.”

“You’re so cruel to me!”

“I know, absolutely horrible. When I bring you pumpkins and fix your car and stop you from falling off a stool, I am the worst.”

“We both know you only do that for Cherry turnovers and coffee.”

“God you caught me.”

You let out a noise of offence, smacking his shoulder lightly. “Hey hey, no need to get handsy Sweetheart, you finish up your decorating. I want to get you back on solid ground.”

You finished putting the webs up, Eddie held your hand as you climbed down, making sure you were careful. “Safe and sound,” you smiled at him.

El called your name, “Yeah Honey?”

“What do you think?” You walked over to see that the counter had been decorated, all of your normal takeaway cups had been swapped for orange and black ones. Little ghosts, jack-o-lanterns and skeletons dotted around.

Bunting and cobwebs were strung up, and the same in the window. All that needed to be done now was the entrance. “Oh my gosh it looks fantastic. You all head off now, please you’ve all done so much. I can’t thank you enough.”

“You don’t have too,” Max shrugged, “We wanted to help. You sure you don’t need help in the kitchen?”

“I’m all good, all of you out. Shoo,” you said.

“Hey Halloween party at my house, you’re coming,” Steve said, it was a statement not a question.

“I’ll be there.” The two young girls and Steve headed out, but one person remained. “I’ll stay and help,” he said simply.

“No no, Eddie you should go.”

“I’ll do the outside, you start on the cakes. Don’t tell me no, I’m not budging.”

Before you could say anything, he jogged back to his van. He’s such a pain, you laughed to yourself and walked into the kitchen.

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There were many cakes to decorate, ones as orange pumpkins, others with witches hats, other were little ghosts. You decided to start on a big cake first, pumpkin and cinnamon, it was delicious.

Candy apples were cooling in the fridge as you pulled a big bowl of black icing towards you. Covering the entirety of the cake in it, you began making tiny fondant bats.

It was time consuming, but it’d look great in the end. “Hey Sweetheart, I think I’ve done a pretty good job but you come and correct me if I’m-“ Eddie paused, stopping in the doorway.

He looked at your hands, small icing creatures in them. “Eddie?” He snapped out of his state and looked up at you. “Oh uh sorry, you might just want to check that the front looks good.”

“I’m sure you’ve done an amazing job. Give me two seconds to finish this. There’s a fresh batch of your favourites over there.”

“Oh you are the best person I’ve ever met.”

“You already get free coffee stop being a sweet talker Munson.”

Finishing off the final touches, you spoke to Eddie, “What do you think?”

“I think everyone’s gonna struggle what to pick,” he smiled, coming to stand behind you, looking at your creations.

A timer went off, “Oh my gingerbread.”

“Jesus Sweetheart how much have you made?”

“It’s Halloween it’s bound to be busy, plus this is for then whole week. Then the left overs for the shelter, and I have to make the pumpkin soup!”

You rambled on and on, walking over to the over and getting your gloves. Pulling out the tray you smiled, they were perfect. The second and third tray followed after, all placed to cool. You turned to see Eddie with a slight smirk on his face.

“What?” you asked, shy under his gaze.

“Do you ever rest? The shops closed today, yet you’re working.”

“I have to prep for the week ahead Eddie.”

“You also need to have a break. You’ll over do it.”

“I’m telling you I’m fine.”

“Nope, I’m taking you out. The cakes are basically done, and the soup won’t need to be done in the morning it’s an afternoon food, and I’m assuming you’ve already got it prepped so it could cook overnight.

“Along with that El can decorate the gingerbread when she gets here, and you don’t need to worry about anything to do with displays until morning because Max and you are a great team.”

“Eddie I can’t just leave everything.”

“I’m not asking you to, I’m just asking you to put yourself first and have a break before you work yourself into the ground.”

You sighed, knowing there was no arguing with him, “I need to put the stuff away or it’ll be no good.”

“I’ll help, what do you need me to do?”

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Eddie had drove you to a diner, the pair of you ordering burgers and shakes. “Thank you for doing this,” you smiled at him.

“Thank you for joining me,” he replied, taking a sip out of his chocolate-y drink.

“Can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer so tell me to shut up-”

“You can ask me anything, don’t worry,” he said, comforting you. “In the kitchen earlier, when I was decorating the cake. You kinda zoned out, is everything okay?”

He went quiet, but nodded. “I just couldn’t believe how pretty someone could look when they’re baking.” Your face flushed.

“Sweet-talker.”

“Oh you know it,” he winked at you, the waitress smiled at you as she placed your food down. It disappeared when she looked at Eddie.

“Enjoy your meal,” she said through gritted teeth and scurried away. “Strange, did you know her?” you asked Eddie, to which he shook his head, picking up a fry, “How rude, don’t you dare leave a tip!”

“You’re the one who has a thing for tipping.”

“That was one time!”

“It was $70!”

“$65 actually.”

“Oh yeah when you snatched it back,” he laughed. “Oh shush, eat your food.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

You grinned, taking a bite of your burger, humming at how good it was. “I want to expand to this, more warm food I mean. Not just one or two options. A whole menu!”

“I have every faith that you will.”

“I hope so, it’d be so great not to just have a few things. I want everyone to feel like they can have something.”

“You’re very generous.”

“It’s how my Gran raised us.”

“Your Gran brought you and your brother up?”

“Yeah, and my Grandpa, but he passed away.”

“Ah I see. Wayne brought me up, moved in when I was really young.”

“Same with us, wouldn’t change it though.”

“Me neither.”

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After paying the bill and saying thank you to the staff you and Eddie headed out. Walking towards his van, the sky was already dark even though it was barely 5pm. “Thank you for this Eddie,” you smiled.

“I told you, thank you for joining me. It was nice.”

“It was,” you shivered, the cool autumn breeze sending a chill up your spine. “You alright?” he asked.

“Oh yeah,”You spoke rubbing your arms.

“You’re gonna freeze,” he said, suddenly sliding his arms out of his jacket. “Eddie no, I’m fine really.”

“I can hear your teeth chattering.” He walked closer to you, and draped the thick leather over your shoulders.

It was warm from him and held his scent, it was lovely. Eddie was lovely. His own arms were now bare, revealing more tattoos and scars. Like those you’d seen on his stomach and chest.

“Sorry,” he said, attempting to cover them. “Why are you apologising?”

“They make some people uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay, trust me I have some scars of my own. It’s not an issue, they’re pretty cool, and your tattoos.”

“Thanks Sweetheart.”

“No problem, now can we get in the van, I’m freezing,” you exclaimed, to which Eddie laughed, opening up the door for you.

Yes it may have been cold, but with Eddie around, you couldn’t help but feel warm inside.

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pumpkinpatch-yanderestories · 6 months

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Yandere! Spirit Of Halloween x Reader

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October 31st. It was a big day for your town, people were flooding the street wearing their Halloween costumes, kids laughing loudly in the streets holding their pumpkin pails talking about how much candy they're going to get. It was a big night!...... Just one problem for you. You're stuck inside due to your parents not letting you leave and forcing you to babysit your younger sibling, Toby.

You huff while scrolling on your phone, your brother watching some random kids show he seems to enjoy. The brightly colored characters and overly-cheery songs annoying you more, only making you dread the rest of the night more than you already were. Not long after, being the semi-forgetful person you were, you hear a knock on the door, you forgot to shut off the porch light, and knowing the rules of halloween, porch light on equals candy.

Rubbing your temples, you stand up and head towards the door knowing you'd have to explain to some kids that you didn't have any candy and you had to leave the porch light on for your parents so they could see once they got home. Opening the door rather quickly, instead of a bunch of children at the door you see a rather tall looking man, he looked sort of odd, even for it being halloween, he had a carved pumpkin on his head, a dark red dress shirt with a rather long grim reaper like cloak, black slacks and the most formal looking dress shoes for a custome on.

Sheepishly looking at the man, you notice a candle in his hand, clearing your throat awkwardly you finally speak

'Hi? Listen, I don't have any candy, I have to leave the porch light on for my parents so they ca-'

He holds a finger up to the pumpkins mouth, tilting his head ever so slightly, he speaks after a moment of silence, a deep seductive yet formal voice leaving the empty cavern of what's supposed to be the mouth

"You don't need to explain, little bat"

Your eyes widen at what seems to be a pet name the stranger has given you. You stand there awkwardly before Toby runs up to the door and looks at the stranger, a smile on his small chubby cheeked face, the stranger leans down and reaches into his left sleeve pulling out a lollipop with a jack-o-lantern face on it. Toby immediately snatches it from the stranger and runs off into the house, in a panic you run after Toby

'Take that out of your mouth right now Toby! You don't take candy from strangers!'

Without even realizing you lost your brother somewhere in the house. It was eerily quiet, not even a slight giggle of a mischievous child could be heard from a corner of the house, you make your way back down to the front door only for the stranger to be gone, it was like he wasn't there. Forgetting about the strange male you shut the door and try to search for your little brother, looking around every corner of the house, even looking for him at his favorite hiding spots during hide-and-seek. Not a single trace of your brother could be found, a sinking feeling was in your chest, it felt heavy, and like you couldn't breath.

Your vision was blurry from the tears that had started to form and fall down your cheeks, it was so quiet in the house, just pure dreaded silence, until KNOCK-KNOCK. You look up at the door, scuffling towards it and looking through the peephole, the pumpkin headed man was there again, you slide down on the door and hug your knees close to your chest. KNOCK-KNOCK it was a bit louder this time, the silence was almost deafening until all you could hear was KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK.

"Come on sweet fangs, let me in~"

He was trying to coerce you into letting him inside, a soft purr behind his words, his voice was getting louder and more desperate with the longer you took to respond to him, the silence on the other side of the door worrying him.

"Please let me in my blood moon, I won't hurt you, I could never do that to you"

You cover your ears, trying to block out his voice, but all you could bear was his voice echoing in your mind, your head getting louder and louder, not even getting a moment of silence within your own mind.

"Wolf pup, you want to see your brother, r-right? I-I can bring him back! Just please, open the door"

He took your brother and now wants to give him back, just because you won't open the door, he was pounding at the door, the wooden door was shaking and rattling, almost like it was ready to fly off its hinges at that very moment. Standing up immediately, the door falls to the ground, glowing yellow eyes are all you saw before your vision began to blur, feeling dizzy, you trip over your feet while trying to run the other way, crawling almost pathetically on the floor, trying to get away from HIM

"Oh, look at you little bat, you're just too precious when you try to escape me"

A maniacal laugh rung through the house, he grabs your ankle and drags you towards him, the intense fire of the glowing eyes infront of you overwhelmed you, making you panic more, struggling around, trying to at least do something to get away from him. All he could do was giggle while looking at you, he takes off the pumpkin head. Shaggy and slightly messy black hair on his head, bright yellow almost amber eyes staring into your eyes, cold pale hands touching your face, his lips pink and slightly thin spread into a psychotic smile with wide eyes filled with a dark fire

"You know, I've seen people walk around for decades during my holiday, but none of them like you, none of them could compare to the pure raw beauty of your fear"

He leans down and sniffs your hair, he shivers, an intoxicated and dazed smile on his face

"God I worship your very being, everything about you is so perfect, your hair, your skin, your eyes, your voice, my name is Victor. Oh god, please say my name, say my name little bat, please, let me hear your pretty little voice say my name!"

Your heartbeat was going crazy, the fear you felt kept you in a frozen like state.

He was insane.

'V-Victor, please get off of me and bring my brother back'

Victor's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan leaves his lips, he opens his eyes after a moment and looks down at you, he's breathing heavily

"Little bat, you don't know what you do to me, everything about you is so intoxicating, you're mine, you belong to me, and I belong to you! I'm yours to do anything too, just tell me what you want, I only ask for one thing.....Never leave my side, stay by me for the rest of time, please?"

He was like a demented puppy, begging you to stay by his side, you think your options over, on one hand, you'd lose your brother, but you'd be free, and on the other? You're going to lose your freedom. Chewing on your bottom lip, you make up your mind, cursing yourself for being a decent older sibling

'Return my little brother, a-and make my parents forget they ever had an older kid, t-then I'm yours'

A wicked smile spreads on his face, wide excited psychotic eyes

"Of course! Of course! Anything you ask my little bat!"

He grabs his pumpkin head and puts it back on, he mutters words under his breath, your vision starts to become splotchy. Black dots filling your vision, a wave of drowsiness hits you hard, the last thing you heard was Victor's voice ringing in your head.

"Little bat, you're mine, I'll pluck out anyone's eyes who even dares lays them on you, your beauty belongs to me. You're finally mine, we'll both be dead before I let you leave me"

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A/N: And that's the first fic! I would appreciate any kind of feedback on my writing, I enjoy positive criticism and like having people help me improve my writing! So hopefully you enjoyed it!

#first fanfic #male yandere #spirit of halloween #halloween #yandere story #yandere oc #gender netural #x reader #yandere x reader #spooky yanderes

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creweemmaeec11 · 2 years

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Where Intimidation Meets Intimacy

Partially inspired by one of @the-modern-typewriter 's snippets (That I can not find for the life of me! Though hers was much less fluffy lol!)

Villain realizes they overdid the intimidation, causing the hero to have a panic attack. Now villain has to help calm them down. TW: Panic Attacks

"Alright as-" the villain froze mid-sentence as they opened the heavy door of their interrogation room.

The hero was where the villain had left them, tied to their chair in the center of the room, tables covered in torture tools to either side of them.

They had NOT been mid panic attack when the villan had last left the room a few minutes ago, however.

For a second the villain just stared, completely unsure what to do. Should they... leave? Surely they couldn't just leave the hero like this?

It was there fault, after all. Seems they overdid it on the intimidation tactics...

The truth was that none of the tools in this room had ever been used. The villain had never had the stomach for torture. The worst theyd ever managed was leaving a captive in a room without turning the light off at night so they didnt get much sleep. And sure, that wasnt a *nice* thing to do, they weren't a saint, but leaving captives in an illuminated room with a fully made bed was a far cry from carving them like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween.

The villain clenched their fists. They reached up next to the door, dimming the bright light above the heros head until it was more of a soft glow.

The villain walked over quietly and began unbuckling one of the heros forearms. Their wrists were still strapped down which would prevent them from moving, but the villain hoped less buckles would make them feel a little less trapped.

The heros eyes shot up, a sharp gasp and violent flinch when the villain first touched their skin, like they hadn't even realized the villain was back in the room.

The realization only seemed to make breathing harder as the poor hero began physically shaking.

"Hey- no- that's not- it's okay," the criminal hushed gently, "shhhh, it's alright. I'm not actually gunna hurt you I promise" the villain continued trying to calm them as they undid the other forearm strap and slipped off the one on the heros forehead, along with some other ones, and even loosened whatever straps still remained. Their efforts didn't seem to make much of a difference.

The villain slipped out of the room, returning only a few seconds later with a heavy blanket, which they draped over the heros shoulders and arms, wrapping it around their back and then crossing the ends over their chest.

Then the villain settled themselves down into the heros lap, feeling a pang of guilt at the violent flinch it caused, watching the hero nearly choke on the sharp inhale of breath as they pushed themselves against the back of the chair.

"Shhh," the villain soothed, running their hands up and down their heros upper arms and shoulders gently, "It's okay, I'm not actually going to hurt you... just... try and breath..."

The hero forced their eyes open for a moment to eye the villain warily before pinning their eyes shut once again to try to regain control of their breathing.

The villain used a thumb to wipe away an angry tear that appeared, before their hands glided up behind the heros head, guiding it forward to rest their forehead against the villain's shoulder.

"Deep breaths, just match your breathing to mine.... in and out... there you go... slow and steady... you can do it..." the villain continued, one hand carding through the heros hair while the other soothed down over their shoulder.

"Why- why-" the hero gasped, whimpering slightly, but was cut off.

"Shhh, focus on calming down right now okay?" The villain urged quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of the heros head, who shuddered and nodded against their shoulder. The criminal traced their finger around the hero's ear, cradling their head gently.

The next few minutes passed slowly, with the only noises being the hero's unsteady breathing and the villain's quiet affirmations.

When the hero finally seemed to calm down the villain spoke again.

"Doing better?"

The hero nodded, still slightly shaky, exhaling slowly as they sat up before eyeing the villain warily, "why did you do that?"

"I don't actually want to cause you any pain,"

"Yeah right," they scoffed disbelievingly.

"*I don't*,"

"Says the person with an interrogation room full of torturing tools,"

"Its all for show," the villain shrugged, tucking a loose strand of hair behind the heros ear, stroking their cheek with their thumb to wipe away a residual tear track, "Intimidation and fear works wonders. Pain is rarely affective in getting truthful information,"

"Really?"

The villain nodded, "yeah, look," they started before leaning over from where they were still seated in the heros lap to grab a tray of tools off the nearby counter. The hero immediately tensed at the sight. "Easy," the villain soothed, placing their other hand on the heros chest, "just look,"

Slowly, very slowly, so the hero could track their movements, the villain picked up one of the tools using two fingers, only to set it down a few centimeters from where it had been on the tray, revealing the obvious tool shaped imprint in the dust.

"As I said..." the villain continued when the hero didn't say anything, just staring in disbelief at the tray. They took a deep breath before blowing on the array of tools, causing a plum of dust to fly off, "never been used, not even once,"

The villain leaned over to set the tray back down.

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plus-size-reader · 1 year

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Spidey Sense

Fics of Fall 2022

Peter Parker x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2355 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Carving a Jack-o'-lantern with Peter for the first time, which doesn’t exactly go as planned.

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Peter felt it before he heard you.

Pain.

It was dull and faded as quickly as it came but it was there, a slight tingle under his skin, which could only really mean one thing.

It was you.

His spidey sense only really got like this when you needed help. It felt different, more intense somehow.

So, before he’d even had a chance to realize what was going on or to put any thought at all into what it could have been, Peter shot up, turning to find that the space normally occupied by you in his bed was empty.

Which, coupled with the panic pricking at the corners of all of his senses, was more than enough to worry him.

Under any normal circumstances, it might not have been that big of a deal. There were plenty of innocent explanations for something like that, but the two of you didn’t exactly live under normal circumstances.

You lived in a world where nothing was certain, and nothing was safe.

So, as soon as he heard that crashing and clamoring coming from the kitchen once again, he was off. It didn’t matter what was going on or where you were, he wasn’t going to rest until he figured it out.

He couldn’t help it.

Peter was already a bit touchy where you were concerned, but this morning, his mind was racing, cooking up several haunting scenarios that all ended in you being maimed and murdered.

His steps were careful and quiet as he rounded the corner from his bedroom until he found you in the kitchen, his focus set on the sound of your heartbeat as he tried to plan his next move.

Your breath was even, all things considered, but your pulse was quicker than he would have liked.

It wasn’t until he heard a muffled curse from you that he dropped his guard and emerged from his hiding place, finally blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“Y/N?” he called, pretty confident now that you were alone. If someone else were here, he would have been able to hear them or sense them in some capacity by this point.

Because sometimes superpowers were awesome.

Not that your being alone in any way explained what you were doing this early in the morning, or why you were bleeding.

The answer to which wasn’t anywhere near what he was expecting, on either count.

You sighed at the sound of his voice, disappointed in yourself for waking him up. You had been trying to get this done before the sun came up, as a surprise, but obviously, it wasn’t going to work now.

Stupid pumpkin.

“I’m here”

Peter could hear how defeated you sounded from where he was, but it wasn’t until he switched on the overhead light that he understood why.

You were sitting there, in the center of the kitchen floor, with a pumpkin resting between your thighs.

For some reason.

He didn’t even bother to keep the laughter that bubbled up in his throat at bay because it was so ridiculous.

You had to be kidding.

“What are you doing?” he muttered, taking in the sight in front of him with a mild, albeit sleepy, gleam in his eyes.

He had just woken up, after all.

“I wanted to carve this stupid pumpkin for you, but it’s not as easy as I thought it would be,” you explained, gesturing to the large orange pumpkin which was laying in a lake of its own guts and seeds.

It always seemed so easy, but now that you were attempting the seasonal craft for yourself, you realized you couldn’t have been more wrong.

This was impossible.

“And, what happened there?” Peter wondered, recalling the initial reason for his waking when he noticed a thin line of crimson red blood, actively dripping down from your palm onto your wrist.

It instantly set those same alarms off in his head as the man you loved crossed the room to inspect the wound, more for himself than anything.

He had to make sure you were okay before even acknowledging the rest of it.

“I slipped and cut myself” you shrugged, letting him paw at you as he saw fit until he was content that you would be okay.

The cut didn’t look too deep, or dangerous in any way, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt.

He was sure it hurt.

There was silence between you for a moment as Peter busied himself cleaning up the cut as best he could with the corner of his tee shirt, which would surely be ruined after this point.

Not that he even seemed to mind.

“How did you manage to cut your hand carving a pumpkin?” he wondered, what felt like forever, that familiar embarrassment returning to you all at once.

This was what you got for dating an Avenger.

“I slipped,” you repeated, turning the gourd in your lap until he could see the face you’d begun to carve into it.

So far, you had managed to get one triangular eye mapped out, along with a small square nose, which was initially supposed to be another triangular.

You’d had to improve after narrowly cutting the tip of your pointer finger off.

“This whole thing’s a bit more technical than I thought”

Peter laughed at that, this time letting himself get caught up in just how much he loved you. Of all the things that could have woken him up today, this was probably one of the most endearing.

…and random.

“Don’t laugh. I just wanted to be festive” you pouted, finally setting the knife down in defeat. Whatever it was you created this morning, it certainly didn’t look like any jack-o-lantern you’d ever seen.

Still, Peter didn’t make fun of you.

The end result of your effort was hilarious, but the care you’d put into it was real and it was obvious this mattered to you, so he wanted to help.

“I’m not laughing at you” Spiderman assured, that same gentle grin permanently affixed to his face that completely contradicted his point.

He couldn’t help it.

You were just so cute.

“Forget it. We don’t need a pumpkin anyway” you sighed again, a real frustration taking over now. You had really put everything you had into this, and having it go south so quickly had really put a damper on your mood.

Thankfully, Peter wasn’t quite as easily discouraged as you were when it came to these things, mostly because he didn’t get to be.

He had to be Spiderman, and that had changed quite a bit about him in everyday life too.

This wasn’t life or death for him like some of the things in his life were, and he didn’t have to put pressure on himself for it to be perfect.

“I’ll tell you what…why don’t we get some breakfast, and get that cleaned up?” he suggested, vaguely gesturing to your hand until you gave it over so he could press a kiss to your knuckles.

Then, before you could argue further, he hummed, filling the silence just enough to let you know he wasn’t finished.

He knew you well enough to know that you weren’t just going to accept that.

“After that, we can figure this out together”

After breakfast had been eaten and Peter had actually gotten a chance to wake up, you two finally sat down with pumpkins in mind.

You were going to do this.

Even if it took all day.

“So, have you ever done this?” you questioned, sitting down with your partially mutilated pumpkin and a clean kitchen knife, along with a purple patterned bandage, courtesy of the man you loved.

The last thing he wanted was for you to cut yourself again, especially not for a seasonal craft.

Peter grinned, thinking about all the Halloweens he’d celebrated thus far, and all the happy memories he had.

Memories that had never included carving a jack-o-lantern like this one, “Like this? No, but how hard can it be?”

“I don’t know, but usually when you ask that something bad happens” you shrugged, doing some recalling of your own, back to all the times you were talking about.

Your boyfriend laughed, rolling his eyes as he thought it over. You had a point this time, but this time, it wasn’t that serious. All the damage that could have been done already had been.

“I’m pretty sure we can handle this, babe” Peter assured, confident that no matter what, this wasn’t a monumental task and even if it was, you could figure it out together.

How hard could it be?

“So, what do you want to do first?”

There was silence from him for a split second as your partner twirled the pen in his hand around a few times, considering what he wanted to do with what you’d given him.

It was still a pretty blank canvas, and if anything, you’d given him more room to make something that was just a touch creepy.

It was going to be so cool.

“I think you take this marker and draw a face on him, so we don’t just stab without any direction” he allowed, unscrewing the cap and handing it over to you so that you could outline a comical doodle on the face of the pumpkin.

Peter had only watched Aunt May do this once or twice as a kid, but it seemed simple enough, especially considering all the things you two had done together thus far.

It should be simple, and it was.

All you had to do was do it together.

“What do you think? Like this?” you hummed, both you and Peter cocking your heads to the side just to survey your work from another angle.

It was pretty good.

Really good.

“That’s perfect, just like you” came your boyfriend’s confident reply, a gentle peck falling on the side of your face.

He loved you so damn much.

“Then, I think we just carve the inside of the shapes out” he continued, watching as you plucked the knife off the floor and set off on a mission to do just that, only for Peter to intercept you at the last second.

“I think I’ll do this part if you don’t mind”

It briefly crossed your mind to argue with this whole thing being a surprise and all, but after giving it another second thought, you realized what he must have been thinking and nodded.

There were only so many things one person could handle this early in the morning.

Besides, if he cut himself doing this like this, it would heal far quicker than it would for you.

You grinned, that same smile on your face that you hadn’t been able to push down since you came up with this idea in the first place.

It was just so seasonal and fun.

Peter was quiet as he focused, his attention mostly poised on the task at hand as he removed chunks and slivers of rind until finally, it was done.

Once he’d decided it was exactly what he wanted, the man in question showed off his craftsmanship with a wide grin to match your own.

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t get why people did this.

It was fun.

In fact, Peter was sure that this was, by far, the best idea you had ever had.

You hummed in approval, you should have known his steady hands would lend themselves well to a task like this. “Just like that, I believe we carved our very own pumpkin”

“Now, all that’s left to do is find some candles and set it outside” Peter decided, immediately getting up to find where the two of you had left the candles last.

All of this was for nothing if you couldn’t put it out on display for the neighborhood.

So, that’s exactly what you did.

Ignoring the cold chill of the biting fall air, you and Peter huddled around your pumpkin on the porch, watching as the candle he’d lit within it danced under the influence of the wind.

It was perfect.

The edges were a little crooked and one of the eyes was a little smaller than the other but considering how it came to be like that, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

“What do you think?” he hummed, reaching out to take your hand in his own as he admired the work you’d done together.

It was pretty cute.

You giggled, swinging your hands between you, “I think that I have the greatest boyfriend there’s ever been”

“So, I’m curious, why didn’t you just get me up before you started opening it up?” Peter wondered, wrapping you up in his arms mindlessly from where he stood, and pulling you into his body.

It was so goofy.

You knew that now, seeing how it went, but you also knew that he wasn’t going to make fun of you for this.

In all the years that you’d known him, Peter had never made fun of you for anything.

“I thought it would be a cute surprise”

At your admission, Peter just shrugged again, recalling all the slamming and banging that had met him as soon as he opened his eyes “I don’t know. You weren’t exactly quiet”

He had a point there.

Not that you’d ever admit that to him now.

“In my defense, I really didn’t think you’d wake up” you laughed, well aware of the exact reason you’d made the decision you had.

Peter had always been notoriously hard to wake up.

For as long as you’d known him.

Even given what you’d all taken to calling his spidey sense, he slept like a rock and it was hard to rouse him from that. Though, clearly, relying on that this morning had been a mistake.

“Well, next time, why don’t we just sleep in and learn new things together” he grinned, wiping away a bit of pumpkin that had somehow ended up on your chin at some point during the whole exchange.

“Sounds like a plan”

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azulsluver · 1 year

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Twisted Tales In The Dark

A Grave For Two Halloween event!

tw: yandere, being buried alive, gore in general, graphic violence, major character deaths, decapitation, use of UM, body horror.

❥ featuring the five grave keepers; Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce.

On the edge of consciousness, you are barely able to move a muscle. You don’t think you were breathing at the moment but everything felt cramped, mind scrambled and fuzzy. Not even a moment to consider your surroundings as soon as panic took over. Hands thrust forward to have your palms slammed against a solid barrier, kicking frantically as you struggle to call for help.

Your body is incredibly sore and In pain, the beating of your heart doesn’t stop as you try to feel what's around you. You try to calm down the burning sensation frazzling your mind; you let your fingers push upwards. Testing the weight and pressure you’re surprised to see how old and light the thing blocking you was. With all of your weak kicking and pushing did some damage at least, you tried once more with a sense of hope. As small as whatever place you were trapped in, you had enough room to bend your knees before kicking upwards.

A light dims from the cracked wood you busted, illuminating moonlight as your source of sight. To your accusations, there was no dirt or any heavy object on top of your…casket? Shivering in adrenaline, sweat rolls off your forehead as you kick once more to break the whole lid off. It didn’t take long before it went flying out from a final blow, pushing yourself back down as a reward for a job well done.

Fog oozes down to where you lay, the sky is gloomy and protected by a sort of glassware. The air is now cooler and lively, but the smell of earthy plants and such forces you to stand up. With wobbly legs and tired limbs, you look around to make sure no one has seen you emerge from the grave. There are many tombstones and lighted Jack-o-lanterns in odd areas. Speaking of odd, your casket is isolated from everything else, hidden by many grown trees and unique plants you haven’t seen before. The area is spacious and you’re lulled into the scenery of a very beautiful botanical garden. You know the place isn’t familiar, however, trying to remember what took place before. Making out the party lights, drinks, and something about a book.

Taking the time to sit under a tree away from open areas, you think until your brain blows out from your ear. Your mind makes up imagery of the book one of your friends held, old yet well kept, the deep royal purple of the cover and the cursive writing. You knew something was fishy with it, with all the cool and scary stories in it you brushed off the fact it had a whole summoning spell. Groaning, you kick your feet in anger at the situation. How unlucky were you? You didn’t mean to walk in the middle of it, nor did you mean to grab the book from flying across the room. The book.

“OH MY GOD, THE BOOK.” You slapped a hand over your mouth. Looking left and right to see if anyone heard you.

“Did you hear that?”

“It sounded like it came from over there.”

You hurriedly stand up from your spot and find a bushy area, careful to not let any branch snag on your clothes. Laying low, you move some of the leaves to create a little peaking hole, sucking your breath and leaning forward. Two men dressed in black attire come into view.

“This wasn’t here before...Where have those thieves gone?” The one crouching down to inspect the ruined casket spoke, it was hard to see his face behind the veil but his hair was some shade of blue.

Taking in their figure, you try not to gawk at the sudden realization of the two. The first story to be read is of terrifying grave keepers, a group of foolish youngsters who had decided to enter a forbidden and cursed graveyard. And now they’re in front of you, wearing an outfit so fashionable you felt a little jealous.

“Maybe Cater buried someone here, although it is supposed to be under the earth where it belongs… That ghostie could now be roaming these graves, best we hurry and find those pests before they ruin anything else.” The man beside him rants, tapping his chin before grabbing his companion by the arm.

You stay there for a bit before making sure they were far from where you were. Hearing the two bicker in the distance. Pounding your fist underneath you in annoyance, you quickly got up to your feet and dusted off your clothes. If you wanted to find a way out you needed to understand what you were dealing with. Five grave keepers aren’t exactly friendly to the living, you can recall the book mentioning something about two trespassers entering the solemnly haunted graveyard. As alluring as it is you couldn’t help but scoff at their wrongdoing by ignoring the warning signs. They were gonna die sooner or later.

Now you thought of it, they were gonna die. Brutally attacked and buried against their will, chills ran down your spine. Was it possible to save these two from their demise?

“AUGH gotta put me first.” Clenching a fistful of your hair in frustration, you look at the floor thoughtfully. Your hands grip the soft patches of grass and pull, dirt and bits flying and dirtying your hands furthermore. You take a fistful of dirt and smear it on your face, making sure your clothes have the same treatment.

If you wanted to stay alive you needed a plan. Find the two trespassers and pretend to be a ghost wanting to help them escape. That way maybe they would have a clue about a book! God, you’re so smart. Patting yourself on the back, you wonder if you should still hide away from the grave keepers. Would they be fooled by your silly plan? Maybe if you acted more stupid and have no clue what you were doing there would work, the risk has you rethinking your plan once more. Moving along the shadows of the trees and plants, you take the time to scout and admire the scenery. Trying your best to ignore the large piles of dirt stacked on top of each other, it’s best to not think of it if you prioritize your sanity. You followed a path that led to a small bridge before seeing a gate decorated with many jack-o-lanterns up ahead.

You thought about dashing for it but the fact you would have nowhere else to go, you didn’t want to die from starvation or getting recklessly killed by any other monster. To make matters worse you just remembered they locked the doors ever since they were alerted of trespassers.

“Stupid people…” Grumbling under your breath, you snap your head at the sound of voices coming from behind an isolated shack.

You were so ready for this, crouching and sneaking over to a hidden area to see what the bickering was about now. You only recognize the two you saw earlier, ginger and blue hair. But now there were two more, one taller than the rest while holding a shovel. The other one beside him was seen bending down and arguing with the two. It was getting a little annoying since you don’t know their names, the book never mentioned any names.

“No I didn’t bury anything over there, why don’t you stop worrying about that and find those thieves eh?” Such sass, the blonde-haired one flicked the blue-haired on the forehead. For killers, they act so regularly as humans that it makes you reconsider the actual danger.

“Come on, Riddle would kill us before we can find them. And I don’t know about you guys but I like my head very much, see, pretty nice looking.” The ginger flexes his head weirdly before getting a pinch from his friend beside him. “This is a serious matter, I don’t like the fact a random casket appeared out of nowhere and we looked over the place. Riddle wouldn’t be happy if he found out some ghost decided it was a good idea to break their casket.” The blue-haired looks down in defeat, squatting down to dramatically sigh.

“Deuce has a point. Now we don’t have just two humans alive but three, how troublesome~” Sweat starts to pick up on you again, they know you’re alive and out there. Biting the inside of your cheek, you lean more to hear the conversation better.

“Maybe.” The one with green hair finally talked. His voice is soothing, scaringly.

“Maybe they're here right now. With us.”

Their heads are in sync as they look toward your direction, even with their veils on you can feel their eyes staring straight at you. Feeling your heart quickening, you bite down a gasp and slowly back away. Impressive, but you were so sure you stayed hidden. As you were backing up something solid stopped you from moving any further, looking up to see a pair of green eyes staring down at you; and a smile you wouldn’t consider friendly. You open your mouth to scream but only small puffs of air escape. Seemingly shocked in fear of what might happen to you next.

“Hey! I didn’t see you coming from the front, are you that person who made a mess breaking open that casket?” You weren’t sure if you should speak up, not like you could at the moment, and gave him a quick nod. “My goodness, aren’t you a mess. I can’t tell if you were tagging along those thieves or are you..” His nose touches yours and breathes quicken at the smell of dirt and covered perfume. “Not from here?” His question made your teeth clench tightly, deathly afraid to be honest or lie your way out of there. Your ghost plan is clearly out of the window so you can only think of one scenario before the rest come into view to see you more closely.

“I don’t know where I am. The last thing I remembered was…being forced into a casket and waking up here, I didn’t mean to trespass on your graveyard! I-I don’t even remember my name or–” “So you died?” Your eyes widened and looked up at the one speaking, his yellow eyes stare into yours for any sign of a lie. “If you can’t remember your name nor why you were here, you must have died. We’re not alive ourselves yet this botanical garden helps us maintain a soil body.” He crouches down to your level, ignoring everyone else around him as he picks up your hand. “We can easily crush the bones of our victims. For someone dead, your body heat is warm.” His hand tightens around your fingers, and you let out a cry in pain and flinch away from his grasp.

“Aw, that’s not very nice. Don’t be so mean to them Trey, I’ve never seen a more docile human, and to top it off one who’s not from here.” Cater wraps his arms around you, grinning from ear to ear as “Trey” sighs and pushes his glasses up. The other two who were observing finally spoke up.

“What should we do with them? Release them?” Deuce questions, his face softening at the sight of your squirming. “Or we can bury them. Trey did say they had body heat so they couldn’t be dead! And I don’t wanna know what Riddle would do to them, he’s merciless when it comes to the living.”

Cater hums before casually laying his cheek on your head, considering the ginger's idea. “Mmm, but they’re so cute! I’m sure Riddle wouldn’t mind a new fresh of air once in a while, they can help us lure those thieves into our hands and maybe that’ll prove their worth!” Cater seems more interested in the idea of keeping you, nerving your feelings as they didn’t view you as a person. Sort of.

You sit in silence while rubbing your hands together, soothing the pain by ignoring everything around you. You felt like a lost cause, your life on the line of being alive but sooner or later, killed. You’re a little flattered that they're merciful to you, yet you can’t bring yourself to be called lucky knowing you're in the hands of cold-blooded killers. You didn’t want to die.

“Are you listening?” Eyes expanding slightly, you turn your attention back to the men who wait in silence for your response. “Easily spaced out kind of type huh? No worries, if you wanna stay alive ghostie you needa follow our rules!” Cater who was still holding onto you stands up abruptly, taking you along with him. You make a noise of understanding. “Good. So all you have to do is find those two thieves, kay? Lead them at the front of the gates so we can take care of the rest, if you do a good job we might let you live a little longer.” Was it just you or did your soul evaporate into the air?

Nodding your head furiously, you’re finally free from his hold, stumbling while you’re at it. “Well, that’s our plan. Don’t disappoint us cutie.” You take off, not taking a chance to look back.

It took some time but you finally found the two, dirtied and fear written on their face. Must have been running from the so-called boss around the place, “Riddle.” You weren’t sure what was around their neck, being the first thing you saw in their appearance; it looks pretty if it weren’t for the fact they were struggling to breathe from it. They panicked at first from seeing you, screaming bloody murder as if you were a ghost. You quickly hushed them, staying a good six feet apart to help them calm down at least. Not knowing if you should proceed with the plan or help them get out, you’re not a monster after all but you didn’t want to die so soon.

“Hear me out alright? You know the gate up at the front right, well it’s locked and I don’t have a key.” You’ll try to stall some time, it’s the least you can do. “A key? Didn’t that redhead have a key dangling on his waist?” The man spoke, looking over at his friend who nods in agreement. Great, you have some good information but you needed more.

“Say, um. I don’t think the key is used for the front gate. Before we sneaked in here I overheard a conversation about a ritual contained inside the shack at the front, and the key was used to go through another dimension.” The lady pipes up, wanting to fill in the details of what the key is originally used for. The shack is near the front of the entrance, where you saw the grave keepers and their plan to eliminate the two. Swallowing thickly, you grab the two by the hand to whisper an idea. You may have failed the first but this time it has to work.

Even if they didn’t know there was a high chance they can die

You soon knew them by the name of Jamie and Mason, both idiots trapped in a garden. You recall in the book that Jamie would’ve died first, being found by one of the grave keepers and having her head dismembered from her body, mason soon followed instead and was buried alive. You’re not sure if you can save Jamie from her fate, the collar around her neck looks impossible to take off.

Time was ticking and you knew you didn’t have much before they suspected your betrayal. you were left with Jamie while Mason left to find Riddle, he was surprisingly quick when coming up with a booby trap; an area full of colorful plants had some sort of poison that’ll leave the body paralyzed. You leave Jamie hidden, a bloody hand has been pierced by a small pocket knife she had. Probably not worth the experience but it’s better than nothing.

“Fuck, it hurts.” Mumbling, you clutch your hand to your chest and search around the shack to see if the grave keepers were still present.

“That looks nasty, didn’t know they were the type to fight back.” You bite down on your tongue from screaming, an angry expression towards the ginger who smiles at you.

“Yikes! What happened to you?” Carter pops up from behind you, leaning against you to take a better look at your wound. “They thought I was a ghost and stabbed my hand as soon as they saw me. I saw them run towards the south not too far from here. They were trying to get a key.” That seems to get them serious, their posture changing as each grabs their shovel.

A hand pats the top of your head before leaving. “Deucey will help you clean up the wound, we won’t take long so make sure not to push yourself too hard. We’ll make sure to take care of those baddies from causing any further harm.” Cater gives you a quick smooch on the cheek, causing your face to heat up from the sudden affection. He is awful!

Deuce gently gets a hold of your hands and inspects the wound, he parts away from the rest of the group to get something for you. Your leg starts to jump up and down in anxiousness, hoping Mason did what he needed to make this plan go smoothly. Deuce didn’t take long before returning, in his hands was a first aid kit.

“I found this in a stash, whenever we captured trespassers we made sure to separate any values from them.” You try not to make a face of disgust and fear, but you failed miserably, by the way, your body tenses. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?” Deuce continues you wrap your hand in clean bandages, his fingers fiddling with yours. “I know you’re not exactly comfortable at the look of us, you don’t have to hide it. I’m not even sure why we're keeping you alive exactly, Riddle wouldn’t allow it no matter how much we insist. I’m not sure why I’m being so gentle with a trespasser, don’t think I’m picking favorites here.” His voice is bellowing a whisper, he cups his gloved hands and brings yours to his face; you flinch from the sudden coldness.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had this close of contact with a living, to feel of course.” He sighs dreamily, sinking into the warmth of your hands. “Your hands…They’re so warm. Makes me a little jealous knowing I’m not alive. But,” He leans close to you, his nose bumping into yours as Cater did, a look of adoration in his bright cyan eyes. “The living won’t live for any longer, you’ll soon rot under the earth's core. Worry not, I’m sure the gang wouldn’t mind building you a special casket, that way you can join us.” You grunt as he pulls you closer to him, the unhinged expression of his eyes squinting and his smile unnerving. Your eyes are looking over his shoulder in panic, seeing Jamie creeping closer to the two of you with a shovel in hand.

“You’ll lose your warmth but not you’re sweetness, It gets kinda boring seeing the same people every day, besides the dead of course. And you’ll look so lovely in your casket, we’ll make sure to put the loveliest flowers on top!” You tear your grip away from Deuce as Jamie swings, a loud thud and crack following along his fall. Heaving, Jamie hugs you tightly before checking your hand. You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from Deuce, blood seeping down his forehead and into the earth's soil.

Jamie grabs your arm to drag you in the direction the grave keepers went, wanting to waste no time. Your legs finally found the courage to run, moving through branches and leaves as you made it to your destination. A smile crept its way up to your lips to see four grave keepers struggling on the floor. Luckily they weren’t facing your way when Mason had the key in his hand; a scarf was wrapped around his face, assuming it was used to not breathe into the fumes.

“Quick, I don’t think the fumes would do much before they gain control of their bodies, catch!” Mason throws the key at you, the ruby gem sparkling under the moonlight. Catching it with your uninjured hand, you ignore the way Cater and Trey stare at your fleeing form. Your lungs burn and screamed, the air has suddenly gone cold and fog has covered most of the area. Your body slams against the shack's door, hands fumbling to unlock it.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD.”

You turn your head to look behind you, Jamie. Jamie’s head slides off her neck, a clean cut as blood spurts uncontrollably. You couldn’t find the energy to scream, but your eyes bulge from their sockets at the sight of your new friend. Mason tackles Riddle down onto the floor, you can see the rest of the grave keepers creeping closer.

“GO, HURRY UP, AND GO,” Mason yells out to you, snapping you out of your trance of horror as the door clicks. You cover a hand over your mouth to surpass your cries, bursting the door open and slamming it shut. Before you closed it you made eye contact with Mason, half of his face is torn from his skin as he’s consumed by the rest. Ripped to shreds, and will forever be engraved in your mind.

Wobbly legs walking towards a large mirror, the swirls looked unreal as your fingers touch the transparent glass. Your body slowly feels sluggish as your sense of hearing blocks the world. You can’t hear the pounding of the door. Or how Cater yells for you. You made it out alive, but at what cost? Was it worth it, knowing you had left two to die?

You can only hope they were buried, next to each other. A casket for two.

#yandere twst #twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twsited wonderland #riddle rosehearts x reader #not really but redemption arc later #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader

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local-tithonia · 1 year

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ily jack-o-lantern panic 😫🖤

#finally remembered how to draw #opm #opm fanart #speed o sound sonic #sos sonic #opm sonic #one punch man #artists on tumblr #alt fashion #cant believe this is my first opm fanart...ive loved this show for years #my first sonic fanart no less...i am ASHAMED #local_art #local_opm

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outtoshatter · 7 months

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Prompt 1: "It's not too late, let's go."

Fanfiction

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek

Warnings: none | Rating: Teen & up

Trick or Treat or Trespass (also on ao3!)

“It’s not too late,” Stiles said. “Let’s go.” He held his hand out.

Derek squinted at him. “It’s two in the morning.”

“Perfect time. We’re too tired to second guess our decisions and you just said you wished you could.” His grin flashed, that wide, half-mad smile that Derek couldn’t resist.

“It’s too late,” he protested weakly. “They’re all closed.”

“How many times do you get to wish something and then make it come true?”

“You’re a little fixated on that,” he complained. “I was just talking.” He allowed him to pull him off the couch anyway. “None of them open until noon, judging starts at eleven.”

Stiles’s grin widened. “We’ll find some.” He had his phone out already, tapping away. “See, the Kimbers farm still has pumpkins left.”

“They’re closed,” he insisted.

Stiles tossed him a jacket. “So?” He shoved his feet in his shoes without bothering to untie them, making Derek wince, and grabbed his keys and a dark blue hoodie.

Derek got in the car, if only to stop him from hurting himself, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop Stiles or see what he thought he was going to do about their pumpkin problem.

It wasn’t that important.

He looked up. “Stiles…”

Derek just wanted to make an effort to be part of the community—not the weirdo shut-in—for once. He was friendly with most of his neighbors, they exchanged recipes and baked goods sometimes, and now there was this, a community jack-o-lantern contest. Time had slipped away from him, and now it was the 30th—technically the small hours of the 31st—and he had no pumpkins at all, carved or otherwise.

He’d been dozing when he muttered his wish, more a complaint than anything. He should have known Stiles wouldn’t leave it alone.

He parked under a group of trees at the very end of a gravel lot and pulled his hood up. “You can wait in the car,” he offered, that grin flashing again.

In the dark with only the weak light of the moon to illuminate him, he looked devilish, just for a moment, and then he was himself again, mischievous but human. He got out while Derek was trying to find words. The back opened, and Stiles dragged the wagon out of the cargo space.

Derek scrambled out. “How many do you think you’re getting?”

Stiles pressed a hand to his heart. “I was going to leave money to cover it, what do you take me for?”

“As many as I can carry.”

Derek scoffed. “What did the Kimbers ever do to you?”

Derek didn’t really buy it until he added, “Now, if it was Walmart, I wouldn’t bother, but they ran out of pumpkins yesterday.”

He pulled the wagon, then stopped when the wheels made too much noise in the gravel. He glanced at Derek. “Gonna turn me in?”

He sighed.

They stole into the pumpkin patch quite easily—the only fence was a low wall of hay bales more for looks than security. Derek kept his head down and hood pulled up, sure that there were cameras on them. There was a table by the entrance, probably where people paid for their pumpkins.

Derek’s heart pounded with both panic—they could legitimately get arrested for this, and what was he supposed to say to John when that happened?—and exhilaration that he couldn’t repress. He shook his head while Stiles checked over the options and wandered to the table. He chose one of the tiny pumpkins and used it to pin some cash to the table. He was positive he overpaid, but he considered it an after-hours fee.

Something rustled.

His head snapped up. He scanned the area around them, but there was nothing. Just them, the pumpkins, and, some distance away, the farmhouse.

Stiles giggled to himself, making him jump.

“Shh!”

He waved his hands, but he couldn’t stop the high, sort of giddy laughter he never could contain. “Let’s go,” he wheezed, dragging the wagon behind him. There were five pumpkins of various sizes piled inside.

Derek rolled his eyes. “Go open the trunk and start the car,” he whispered.

Stiles’s eyes lit. He fist pumped, then ran for the car.

Derek waited, head lowered, to give him time to get to the car. He lifted the wagon. The pumpkins were dense and even for him it was heavy, and the wagon’s shape was not made to be carried. He all but ran for the car.

Stiles was jittering around in the driver’s seat while he deposited the pumpkins and wagon, twisting around, drumming his fingers, and chewing his lips.

Derek closed the trunk and jumped into the passenger seat. “You better hope they don’t call the cops,” he hissed. “How will we explain to your dad?”

“We left money!”

“We were trespassing.”

“Pshaw.” Stiles backed out of the lot with the headlights off, and didn’t turn them on until they were back on the road. He reached over to squeeze his knee. “You’ll forget all about the trespassing and theft when we’re carving.”

Derek was never going to forget tonight, but not for the crimes.

They snuck their loot into the house like a couple of teenagers out past curfew. Stiles gleefully snapped out a plastic tablecloth and spread some newspapers on the kitchen floor while Derek dug out the carving tools he’d optimistically bought in late September.

The carving process was…long. The bowls filled with seeds and guts, Stiles became delirious and giddy and sloppy from lack of sleep, and the kitchen smelled like damp pumpkins. By dawn, Derek was feeling out of it himself.

“Just one left,” Stiles said, spreading pulp between his fingers and hands like spider webs. He held it out to Derek, then laughed wildly at whatever expression he made.

He turned the last, gutted pumpkin around so he could see what stencil Stiles had put on it. The paper was pasted to the front from the sticky pumpkin juice. He snorted. “Really?”

“Think you don’t have the skills?” He smirked.

“I can carve this.”

“Okay…” He was very obviously trying to goad him; the annoying part was that it was working.

Derek blamed sleep deprivation.

By eight AM, sunlight was streaming bright and strong into their kitchen. Stiles was slumped against Derek’s back, snoring gently into his shoulder. Derek’s fingers were cramping. He dropped the carving tool and flexed his hand, admiring his work

.He moved his shoulder. “Stiles.”

He groaned. “No…”

“Stiles.” He shrugged again, jostling him. “I finished.”

There was a snuffle against his shoulder, then a noisy yawn. “You huh?”

“Finished the pumpkin.”

Stiles scrambled then, arms wheeling and legs kicking as his tired brain tried to get all of his limbs moving together. He gaped at the Wolf Man pumpkin. “Oh, that is the best one.” He reached for it, then stopped, staring aghast at the dried pumpkin stuck to his hands.

Derek looked around their kitchen with dawning horror, realizing for the first time what a mess they had made. There were pumpkin guts on the lower cabinets. On the floor. On the fridge.

Stiles reached out and peeled some off of Derek’s cheek. He laughed softly and took his face between his palms, pulling him in for a sweet, sleepy kiss. “You go shower. I’ll clean this up.”

“There’s too much,” he said with a tinge of hysteria. “You haven’t slept. We haven’t slept and it’s on the cabinets-”

Stiles kissed him again. “Go shower and I’ll get started. Can’t make progress if we panic and never start, right?” He squeezed Derek’s face lightly, then let go.

Derek reluctantly left him to begin the cleanup, shuffling to the shower in a daze.When he was clean and dressed, he returned. The kitchen wasn’t spotless, but much more manageable. Pumpkin guts had been cleaned from all surfaces and tossed, the tools were in the sink for cleaning, and the seeds were washed and drying on a cookie sheet.

Stiles was bundling the tablecloth around the stained newspapers when Derek found him. He tilted his head up and smiled. “Just need to add the tea lights, then put them on the-”

Derek pulled him to his feet and kissed him in one motion, keeping his arm locked around his waist. Emotions welled up in his chest, a tangle of gratitude and love and fond exasperation, squeezing his heart until he thought it would burst. He cupped Stiles’s face with one hand, kissing him until his own knees went weak.

“Well,” Stiles panted when he pulled back at last. “Maybe we should carve gourds more often.”

Derek snorted. “Thank you for breaking into a pumpkin patch for me.”

Stiles smiled, his eyes hazy with exhaustion. “Anytime, anywhere, anything.”

“You just like trespassing.”

He looped his arms around his waist, melting against his chest. “Always seems to end well for me.” He nipped his chin playfully.

Derek growled softly.

“Let’s go set the pumpkins out and go to bed.”

They put them along the porch steps, with the Wolf Man pumpkin at the top, then retreated into the house, though it was a couple hours before they slept.

Derek woke up to a second place ribbon stuck to the stem of his Wolf Man pumpkin and a grainy still from security footage pinned under the wipers of his car.

Stiles laughed himself silly at both and made Derek pose for pictures with the pumpkin.

He loved him a lot. But he was definitely dumping pumpkin guts over his head later.

#fictober23 #sterek #fluff #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #autumn fic #pumpkin theft #im easing my way in here #fic #gia writes #i did not check for typos

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