#(kind of like Halloween town for adults actually)

[sea-lanterns]

HALLOWEEN

synopsis: (slasher! AU) an escaped psych ward patient wants to see you again.

featuring: shenhe

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, mentions of murder, knives, stalking, breaking and entering, house invasion, size k.ink, size difference, praise, manhandling, oral (reader recieving), wall se.x, grinding, hump.ing, ni.pple sucking, ni.pple biting, hickies, marking, possessiveness, pwp, not proofread.

art credits: high rise invasion

“Hehe, I win!”

“Great job, Yaoyao!”

You smiled and pat Yaoyao on the head while her older sister Qiqi clapped quietly in praise. Although it was Halloween night, you spent your time babysitting your neighbor’s kids, as he had to go out unexpectedly to run some last minute errands. Though most adults your age would find this kind of thing “boring” and “a waste of a Halloween night,” you actually enjoyed babysitting Baizhu’s kids, as you practically raised them as an older sister from the time they were basically infants. 

At the moment, you were currently playing board games with the two girls, after a long night of watching kids’ Halloween movies and helping them with their homework. It was almost nearing the girls’ bedtime at this point, so you made a note to yawn and pretend like you were tired.

“Oh man…I’m all tired you guys…” you said with a smile, looking up at the clock. “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Awe…” Yaoyao pouted, but began cleaning up the games regardless. 

“Does this mean you’re leaving soon?” Qiqi inquired in a quieter voice, looking hesitant to let you go. “Is Papa home yet? I don’t wanna go to bed until Papa is home.” 

“Papa will be home soon. It’s almost nine.” You say reassuringly, giving Qiqi a small head pat before going over to the kitchen to pour Qiqi’s glass of coconut milk. “Come here and get your coco milk.” You say softly, peeking your head through the door. “Yaoyao, why don’t you go put on your PJs while I serve your sister her milk.”

“Okay!” Yaoyao exclaimed, running up the stairs while Qiqi quietly walked into the kitchen. She had a habit of drinking a cold glass of coconut milk every night before bed, so you opened up the fridge to grab the carton, before seeing Qiqi plop herself at the table. 

“…Big Sister.” Qiqi said in a monotone voice, catching your attention as you poured the milk into a glass. 

“Hm?” You glanced over, slightly distracted as she called you by your nickname. 

“…Is it true that the boogeyman exists?” She asks in a softer voice, her head resting on the table with a small look of worry in her eyes. “One of the kids at school said that the boogeyman was a tall man, whose face was as white as a sheet.” 

She turned her head and pointed to the abandoned house across the street, the one where the infamous murder incident took place over twenty something years ago. “They say that he lived in that house before he got taken away. That he murdered his father as a young boy…is it true?”

You froze when she said all this, not expecting Qiqi of all people to ask you about the murder case that happened about twenty something years ago. You were practically a kid when the news story made headlines, but as much as the story haunted you till this day, you didn’t want to scare the girl with a story that could potentially give her nightmares. 

“No, Qiqi honey.” You say in a soothing tone, handing her the glass of coconut milk and rubbing her head. “That’s just a Halloween story. The boogeyman doesn’t exist.”

‘It was a boogeywoman.’ You couldn’t help but think, as you shuddered just looking back at the old abandoned house. Years ago, a young girl was the perpetrator of a murder case back when you were just a child. It was the talk of the town, the story of the infamous young girl; Shenhe, who brutally murdered her father in that house and was sent to a psychiatric institution with a case of homicidal tendencies. 

You remember that day like it was yesterday, as Shenhe was actually one of your friends back when you were in elementary school. It was hard to believe such a quiet and mature girl could be the person behind slaughtering a full grown man, and while it was terrifying, you couldn’t help but feel upset that your friend had to be taken away. 

“…Big sister, you spilled some coco milk on your shirt.” Qiqi said in a monotone voice, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Wha—” you looked down and saw that you had accidentally spilled some coconut milk all over your clothes. 

“Oh…shoot!” You couldn’t help but exclaim, nearly cursing before remembering that you were in the prescience of a child. “Ah…sorry. I must’ve been lost in thought for too long.”

You set the carton back into the fridge and tried cleaning out the milk stain with a wet napkin and some soap. It was no use, the stain was simply too big and since you were wearing a white shirt, it looked translucent when in a brightly illuminated area for too long.

“…Big sister, I can see your—”

“Yes Qiqi, I know.” 

You sighed and walked over to your backpack to grab a spare change of clothes. “Luckily for me however, I am always prepared!” You held up an old T-shirt you had brought and showed it off to Qiqi. “Cool, right? Now, since you’ve finished your milk, why don’t you head upstairs and join your sister in going to bed? I have to change before the smell of milk stays on me.” 

Qiqi nods and gets out of her chair to make her way upstairs, leaving you to change in the kitchen as you sigh and begin stripping out of your clothes, already tired from today’s activities. As you removed your shirt however, you failed to notice a masked woman staring at you from behind the window, watching you as you removed the stained T-shirt and slid the new one on. 

Her heavy breathing fogged up the window while she watched you intently. Sharp, iridescent eyes trailing over the curves of your figure, before quickly moving away when you glanced back to look at the window. 

“…Hm.” You stared at the window for a few more seconds before turning away, cleaning up some of the plates off the table as the masked woman watched you from outside. It had been…so long since she had last seen you, so many years of isolation and she finally had the chance to see you again after being taken away to be locked like a prisoner for her own misdeeds. 

“…Mine.” The masked woman mumbled to herself, watching you with need before quickly scrambling away when the headlights of a car pulled into the driveway.

As you finished cleaning up some of the dishes, you heard the sound of keys jingling into the lock before Baizhu’s familiar footsteps entered the house. “I’m home…!” He exclaims jovially, the sounds of tiny footsteps running down the stairs, as Yaoyao and Qiqi —now in their PJs— ran to greet their Papa before heading to bed.

“Baizhu!” You exclaim with a smile.

“Papa!” Both Qiqi and Yaoyao exclaim, running up to him and hugging him on each leg. 

“Oof…easy there…my blood pressure is gonna spike…” he groans, giving the two girls a pat on the head before glancing over at you. 

“Hey…how were they?” 

“As easy as every other time.” You say with a chuckle, before beginning to put on your coat. 

“Ah, I’m glad.” Baizhu says with a smile, nudging his two daughters to face you. “Well, what do you say girls?”

“Thank you Big Sister…!” Qiqi and Yaoyao speak at the same time. 

“Anytime.” You chuckle, saying your final goodbyes to the two girls, as they head upstairs to finally head to bed. This left you with Baizhu as you got ready to head home, making sure everything was packed in your bag and nothing was left behind. 

“Stay safe out there, it can get pretty dangerous late at night,” Baizhu hums as he counts the money in his wallet to give to you. “I heard rumors of an escapee from the psychiatric facility a few miles down from here. The police are tracking the escaped patient, but it’s best to get home quickly for your own safety.” 

Your heart sunk at the impending news, the same psychiatric facility where your childhood friend was locked up for murdering her father. It couldn’t be a coincidence, surely. 

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to head home fast.” You say with a nod, taking the money before stuffing it in your pocket. “Have a nice night, Mr. Baizhu, and have a wonderful Halloween.”

“You too.” Baizhu nods, allowing you to exit his home as you begin walking down the block to your own house. You didn’t live too far from the Baizhu family residence, yet walking down the block all alone on a late Halloween night was not really the ideal situation for you to be in. Especially considering the news of the escaped patient that Baizhu notified you about. 

“Geez, how eerie…” you mumbled to yourself, glancing up at the abandoned house Shenhe used to live in, and being reminded of your childhood together before she was taken away. 

Shenhe was such a sweet and quiet girl —at least to you— and you had such fond memories of playing with her everyday after school until it was so late into the evening you could see stars. You had no idea she was capable of such brutal, homicidal tendencies, yet perhaps you’ve misjudged her, and maybe she really was just a sociopath after all…

You shook your head at the thought. No, it can’t be. Shenhe was always so sweet to you. Perhaps one day she just snapped and was—

You stopped walking when you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. A shiver running down your spine as you slowly turned around and saw a tall, masked woman standing just several feet away.

“O-Oh!” You flinched a little and backed up a bit when you saw her. Her tall, looming figure made you feel small, as she towered over you like you were nothing but a mouse ready for her to step on. “Ah…sorry, you startled me a bit…” you say with a nervous chuckle, holding onto your backpack straps with worry. “I uh…I like your costume…”

The masked woman tilted her head slightly, staring at you with familiar, iridescent eyes that had you squinting for a closer look. ‘Why do they look so familiar…?’

“…Uhm.” When the woman did not respond, you looked around awkwardly before getting an idea. 

“Oh! Are you…trick or treating?” You ask with a smile, reaching into your pocket to pull out a small, wrapped mint. “Sorry I don’t have anything else, but I hope this is enough to suffice!”

You hesitantly walk closer to hold out the candy to the woman, whose body stiffens up when you offer her the small, wrapped treat. You may have forgotten after all these years, but her favorite candy was actually small mints, and the fact you still carried around mints to this day had her heart beating sporadically out of her chest.

‘She’s still as nice as ever…’ the masked woman thought as she slowly looked down and stared at the wrapped mint with amusement. Carefully, she takes it out of your hand, her much larger fingers brushing over your palm and causing you to shiver. 

“Ah…your hand is quite cold…” you couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling your arm back to keep it at your side. “Don’t stay out too long, it’s dangerous late at night. Stay safe out there, okay?” You smile sweetly at the masked woman and the sight has her blushing underneath her rubber mask. She had forgotten how sweet and beautiful you were after years of not seeing you, and she wanted nothing more than to keep you by her side for as long as she possibly could. 

“…Thank you.” She says in a muffled voice, your pulse jumping at how unexpectedly deep and husky it was. 

“You’re welcome!” You respond with a smile, giving her a polite bow before making your way back to your house. Though your initial encounter may have spooked you a little bit, all you could think about was just how cute the masked woman was. 

‘Ahhhh I should’ve asked for her number or something!’ You groaned inwardly, calling yourself pathetic in several different languages before pulling out the keys to your house. ‘Oh well, it’s a small town. Maybe I’ll see her again…’

Or tonight, considering you failed to notice the woman still stalking you from the shadows as you headed into your house rather blindly. Shutting the door behind you and heading inside to kick off your shoes, hang up your coat, and go to bed since you were aching for a good night’s rest before work tomorrow. 

“Ugh…” you trudged up the stairs to head to your room, plopping on the bed and taking a breather before mustering up the strength to do grown-up things like shower and eat a decent meal like a responsible adult. It took quite a bit of mental encouragement to get up from the heavenly abyss of your bed, but soon enough, you rolled off the covers and began digging through your dressers to find a nice clean pair of PJs to change into. 

After finding a decent set, you got up and began making your way to the bathroom, humming a small tune to yourself and locking yourself in the bathroom. As you did this however, the door to your house slowly creaked open, the tall, masked woman from earlier making her way inside as her only goal for tonight was to see you again. 

And hopefully make you hers.

She took a brief walk around your house, tilting her head at the various knick knacks and items scattered around your house before making her way upstairs. She heard the sounds of a shower being turned on and decided to surprise you by hiding in your bedroom closet. She couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when you saw her again, the poor woman practically trembling with excitement as she stuffed her larger body into such a small space. 

Now, all she had to do was wait. 

And wait.

…And wait. 

And wait as she did, but the woman was beginning to feel incredibly cramped as she stood in your closet door for what seemed like eternity (even though it had only been ten minutes) 

Feeling a bit bored, the woman slowly exited the room and was about to walk down the hall, when she came face to face with just you in a towel. The moment you locked eyes on each other, you screamed and nearly dropped your towel out of fear, almost flashing yourself at the other woman as she scrambled to keep you calm. 

Before you could start running, the woman quickly ran up to you and suddenly picked you up in a hug that had your legs dangling in the air due to her strength. 

“H-Holy shit—!”

“Quiet…Quiet…”

The woman pressed a comforting hand on your head and began petting you in soft, yet sturdy strokes. Her other arm had muffled your screaming as she tried her best to silence your fears, pleading for you to stay quiet so you didn’t alert the neighbors with your cries. 

“Mmmpf! Hnnn!” You squirmed in her grasp but it was no use. The woman holding onto you had some sort of freakish strength that kept you from making even the slightest of movements, causing you to flip out even more as you realized this might be the end. 

‘I’m gonna die. Oh my fucking god I’m gonna die!’ You were so close to tears and continued trying to fight for your life. Squirming and thrashing around like a fish out of water, before suddenly being pinned to the wall to stop your flailing. 

“Mmpf!”

“Quiet…!” 

The masked woman spoke in a rough, yet somewhat familiar tone. Her larger body pinning you to the wall as she kept a firm hand over your mouth to successfully gag you from screaming any unwanted sounds. 

‘I’m so dead…I’m so dead…!’ You screamed with your eyes closed, mentally preparing yourself for the worst, only to have the killer…suddenly hug you?

At the feeling of the masked woman’s arms embracing you like an old friend, your body tensed up as she leaned forward to bury her face into your shoulder, as if she didn’t just scare the shit out of you moments prior. 

“Ah…h-hah…wha…” 

“Mine.”

You heard the woman grumble the word like it was a fact, pushing you further against the wall. Your heart was still beating sporadically out of your chest from all the adrenaline, but something in the tone of her voice made you shiver with a strange nostalgia you had no idea you had.

“Mine.” The woman repeated once more, the screams in your throat dying down to a pathetic whimper. “Don’t go.”

“Aha…hah…” Was this hysteria? Were you finally beginning to lose it? 

“Don’t scream.” The woman says in a quiet groan, stroking the back of your head. “I missed you.”

“Wh-What…?” You were beginning to wonder if you were losing it, body trembling like a feather as she continued delivering soft and gentle strokes to the back of your head. Was this woman insane?! I mean, she was stalking you and breaking into your house, but perhaps this was the patient that escaped the psychiatric facility…?

“…U-Uhm…can you let me down…?” You ask in a shaky voice, too afraid to scream any more as the knife she had fastened to her jumpsuit paralyzed you with fear. 

“…Okay.”

Sensing that you won’t run away, the tall woman plopped you down like an obedient dog dropping a toy. You were shocked to say the least at how easily she complied, but didn’t want to question it as you stood there, trapped against the wall in nothing but a towel while you stared your house invader down. “…Wh-Why’re you here?” You ask with a bit of reluctance, pulling your towel up so it wouldn’t accidentally drop. 

“…I missed you.” The woman says again, keeping her head down as she stares at you through the eye holes of her mask.

“Well, you can’t just follow me home and break in…” You mumble politely, “It’s illegal…”

“It is?” The woman tilted her head and looked slightly upset. “I’m sorry…” 

Your eyes widened when she suddenly hugged you again, body tensing up as her muscular frame practically engulfed yours. “H-Hey now…” you froze under her grip and felt how easy it was for her to snap you like a twig. “Do you…uhm, have somewhere else to go?” 

The woman shakes her head no. 

“Ah…okay…” you wanted to call the police more than anything, but something in the back of your mind was screaming for you not to. Instead, all that was going on in your mind, was who it was behind the mask. 

“…Can I…see who you are at least?” You ask in a quiet tone, wondering why this random stalker took such a liking to you after all you did was give them a candy. “I want to know…who it is I’m talking to.”

The masked woman pauses at your statement, slowly leaning back and staring at you with those familiar, iridescent eyes. At first, you think she’s mad at you with how quiet she was being all of a sudden, but then you see her hand reach up to pull at the latex of her mask. 

Your breath hitches when the mask slides off to reveal a matured, much older, and familiar face of your childhood friend; Shenhe, who got taken away from you all those years ago. She never changed a bit, and with the way she was looking down at you, you realized you had reunited with her after so many years of disappearance.

“Shenhe…” you breathed out after a moment of silence, eyes trailing over the contours of her face before settling on her eyes. “It’s you?”

She nods at your response, almost excited in a way as she was happy to know you remembered her. “Yes, it is me.” 

She could barely contain herself as she moved forward to hug you once more, spooking you as she lifted you off the ground with ease. Shenhe was always strong as a kid, however; you had no idea she would be this strong as an adult, as she could practically split a man’s skull open like a pumpkin. 

“Oh!” You let out a yelp when she scooped you up in her arms, all fears of a home invader leaving your head, as all you could think about was the fact that your childhood friend was back and wanted to visit you.

“I missed you.” Shenhe repeated against your ear, voice gravelly and rich with the way she purred. “That’s why I escaped.”

“You— You escaped the psychiatric facility?” You mumble in disbelief. “Just to see me again?”

Shenhe nodded like an innocent child, burying her face into your shoulder and inhaling your soft, shampoo-like scent. “I wanted to see what was mine again…”

Your face flushed at those words and you couldn’t help but be reminded of your old, puppy love crush on the woman back when you two were just children. You knew this woman was capable of homicidal tendencies and yet, despite seeing a killer; all you could feel was your friend. 

And you wanted this friend to be yours too.

“…Okay.” You whisper in a shaky tone, hesitantly hugging Shenhe back as she nuzzles her face deeper against your neck, her hot breath tickling the skin of your ear and making it difficult to control the strange arousing feeling beginning to stir in the depth of your core. “I can keep you here for a bit, Shenhe. Just until you can manage on your own.” 

You had no idea why you were doing this, but allowing a killer to stay in your home was not the best idea. Nevertheless, Shenhe was ecstatic and she suddenly leaned in to kiss your cheek out of appreciation for what you were doing. The moment her lips planted on your face, you froze and almost dropped your towel completely out of shock.

“Oh.” Shenhe stopped when your towel moved lower and accidentally revealed your breasts, the tall woman’s face flushing pink at the sight, before glancing away in embarrassment. 

‘Oh…’ your hands quickly pulled the towel back up, yet when you looked up to see Shenhe’s reaction to the accidental flash, you saw her looking away, but also not-so-subtly trying to sneak an extra peak. 

‘Wow, I did not expect Shenhe to be such a closet pervert…’ you thought to yourself, smiling a bit cheekily and laughing to yourself. “Shenhe, it’s okay, we’re both girls. I mean, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“But I haven’t seen it before…” Shenhe mumbles ever so quietly, iridescent eyes slowly taking up your figure. “Your body…is so pretty.”

Aaaaand that’s how she managed to seduce you. All it took was for your pretty childhood best friend to say your body was pretty and bam, your heart began to flutter with newfound feelings for the killer. 

“I could…show you more if you’d like,” you chuckle a bit teasingly, wondering how far Shenhe would push the limits.

“You would?” She looked intrigued and leaned a little forward. “Can I see?” 

Your eyes widened at her boldness, before deciding to see where this goes and chuckling. 

“Alright…” 

As it turns out, Shenhe was a lot bolder than you took her for, as the moment you dropped the towel to reveal your entire body, Shenhe had you pinned against the wall and her lips sucking on your chest. You weren’t sure how you got here, as every second with Shenhe was a blur, but you knew for one thing that you were enjoying it.

“Hah…eager aren’t we?” You teased a bit light-heartedly, groaning a little when Shenhe bit on a nipple. “Nngh…gentle now, Shenhe. You have to be gentle with a woman…”

“‘M sorry…” she mumbles against your chest, trying to kiss your nipple better.

“Hah…it’s okay.” You whisper reassuringly, petting her long, white hair like she was a rabbit. “Is this your first time? I assume it’s not often you sleep with someone in a psych ward…”

She nods hesitantly and hides her face in your chest. 

“Pfft…” you missed this. You missed the feeling of your friend laying on your chest and whispering with you like you were the only two people in the world. “It’s okay…do you want me to guide you?” 

Shenhe nods again. You swear, if it weren’t for the news articles and details of her homicidal tendencies, you would’ve thought Shenhe was the sweetest girl on earth incapable of murder. 

“You’re so sweet…” you murmur into Shenhe’s ear, watching as the tips of her ears turn pink. “Do you wanna go to my bedroom so it’s easier?”

Shenhe shakes her head no, pushing you further against the wall. “I want to touch you here.” She mumbles under her breath. “I want to take you here. I don’t want to move.” 

A jolt of heat pushes through your body and you feel yourself dripping just at how direct she was. For someone so innocent and charming, you really did not expect Shenhe of all people to be so good at dirty talk…

“Aha…are you sure? The floor is kinda hard so it’ll be uncomfortable. I’d say a bed would be better as it— OH!” Shenhe suddenly lifted you up with ease and shoved you against the wall, your legs dangling over her forearms as she pressed her body closer to you. 

Where on earth did she learn this position?!

“Sh-Shenhe, this position—” you flinched as your legs were spread and the bare skin of your cunt brushed against Shenhe’s rough jumpsuit, the position making you blush as you were left vulnerable to whatever Shenhe had in mind for you tonight. 

“…I like this position.” Shenhe said after some time, practically folding you to her liking and leaning in for a kiss. Your eyes widened as you tasted the familiar freshness of peppermint, and realized Shenhe had eaten the mint you had given to her prior to meeting her. ‘So sweet…’ Shenhe couldn’t help but think, trying to shove her tongue in your mouth and taste some more of what your body had to offer. 

“Mmpf…hnn…” your moans were muffled by her tongue and you couldn’t help but close your eyes as she began adjusting your legs to wrap around her waist. Once she had you wrapped firmly around her, Shenhe began to move her hands all over your body, searching, squeezing, trying to find that one spot that would have you whimpering out her name. 

“I want…I want more…” Shenhe pants out like a dog, nudging your legs further as she begins grinding her hips against yours. “Want more…want— n-need more…”

At the sudden grinding sensations you threw your head back and nearly hit your head against the wall. The rough cloth of her jumpsuit moving against you so well it had you writhing in her arms, Shenhe’s brutal ruts making it seem like she was trying to envision herself having a strap, as she was panting rather loudly with the sight of you all naked against her.  

“Sh-Shenhe…I think– hah… it’d be better if you took that jumpsuit off��”

Despite your pathetic pleas, your words fell on deaf ears as poor Shenhe was too caught up in her pleasure to even hear you. You just looked so perfect and pliable for her to maneuver, her feelings of missing you all these years starting to cloud her thoughts, as she leaned in to claim your neck as hers and hers alone. 

“Mine…mine…mine…” you hear her grunt into your ear, teeth grabbing at your skin and pinching it so hard it left a mark. “Shenhe! Gentle, baby. Gentle…” you whimper in a smaller voice, gasping with the amount of hickies she was starting to suck onto you, as it seemed a switch had flipped in your sweet, innocent Shenhe. 

“S-Slow down, please…” you whine into her ear, pulling something feral out of Shenhe as she decided this position wasn’t enough. She needed more. She craved more. 

And you were going to give it to her. 

In one quick motion, Shenhe crouched down for a moment before lifting your legs over her shoulders and having you practically straddle her face. You nearly screamed when she did this, her body keeping you upright as your legs dangled in the air, even higher than you were before. 

“Shenhe this is dangerous what’re you–”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Shenhe began lapping at your clit, her tongue darting out with hunger as she tasted your glistening folds for the very first time. 

“Stay…still…” Shenhe practically growls as she keeps you balanced with just her strength alone. You had no idea how she was capable of such impressive feats, yet you weren’t complaining when her tongue was so wet and (somehow) so experienced.

Or many Shenhe was just really, really horny. Who knows. But either way, you were laying on cloud nine as Shenhe nudged her cold little nose onto the button of your clit. Strong hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs and leaving small nail indents in your skin that would surely leave a mark when you woke up in the morning. 

“Shenhe…Shenhe oh god…” your legs were trembling from the constant pleasure as Shenhe continued thrusting her tongue with insatiable hunger, her face practically glistening with your juices as a sex-drunk expression glazed over her face. 

“More…I want more…” she groans in a huskier tone, practically burying her face into your cunt and drinking up all the cum that was leaking out of you, too pussy drunk to even think. 

“Shenhe please…” you whined as you gripped her hair with your fingers. “Put me down I can’t…I can’t take it anymore…”

“No, you can.” She groans in response to your whining, pushing you further into the wall as she lapped up your sex like it was her last meal. “Just stay still, stay still.”

At her deafening command, you whimpered and let her take the reins as she coursed her tongue through each crevice and corner of your folds. You’ve never heard or seen Shenhe act so possessive before, but the feeling of being all hers, and only hers, had you nearing your orgasm sooner than you expected. 

“Go on…I want to taste it.” Shenhe says rather directly, giving your right thigh a squeeze. “I want to taste you.”

“Shenhe…” you groaned, feeling your stomach tighten. “You— nngh…”

You arched your back off the wall and gripped Shenhe’s shoulders tightly, cum starting to spill down your thighs and onto Shenhe’s awaiting tongue. Eagerly, she lapped up any stray droplets she could catch, savoring the flavor of your release like it was a fine wine she could ever hope to taste again. 

“Goodness…” you panted, catching your breath as Shenhe continued to clean up any traces of cum left on your hips. “Shenhe you…are you sure you’re a virgin?”

She nodded obediently, kissing the inside of your thigh before marking it with her teeth. 

“Oh wow…” you couldn’t help but tiredly laugh, petting Shenhe like the good girl she was and kissing the top of her head. “You’re really good, you know that?” 

Shenhe beamed at the praise and continued kissing the inside of your thighs before setting you down in her arms and carrying you to the bedroom. “I…I can please you more,” she murmurs in a rather pleading way, looking almost like a puppy getting ready to serve their master. “Please let me please you more.”

“Gosh, round two?” You chuckled, clinging to her arms as she brought you to your room. “Ah, why not. I’m sure you have enough stamina to go all night, hm?”

Shenhe nodded eagerly and set you down on your bed, climbing over on top of you before kissing the base of your neck and whispering under your ear. “I can go all night if you want.”

“Really?” You chuckle back in a whisper, bringing her down by the neck and kissing the side of her cheek. “Well, if that’s the case…”

“Happy Halloween, Shenhe.”

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My Future In You | 2.2 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, references to abortion in a few chapters, angst, will be fluff eventually, enemies to lovers kinda thing, requited love but they’re idiots your honour, smut, pinv, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy / birth complications

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A little past 1am, legs stretched out ahead of you, draped across Bradley’s legs. Some old straight to TV movie playing, giggling like a couple of teenagers. Bradley loudly voices his complaint as he picks up a m&m that had been thrown at his forehead.

He’s in just a pair of shorts, his hair dry now and his curls a little shorter than normal. Navy regulations. You kind of miss the length that he used to have on the back and sides, but this look suits him too.

“I’m just saying, you’re the one who fucked my roommate.” You shrug, mock-nonchalantly, and pretend to focus back on the movie in front of you. It’s some dumb story of a small town cowboy.

In the mood for dramatics tonight, Bradley throws his head back and groans.

“Before I even met you!” He chides, sitting forwards and snatching the candy from you before you have opportunity to turn any more of them into projectiles.

“Then you texted her after you’d already knocked me up.” You remind him, playfully calm.

“Ah, ah — She texted me, it’s not like I would’ve fucked her again — and let’s not forget that you had a whole boyfriend until you were in your second trimester.” Bradley points out.

“And stop saying knocked up. Makes me feel weird.” Grumbling like a discontented teenager, Bradley nudges your leg with his so that you have to look at his face and see his little frown.

All of that seems so far away now. Ryan. Your roommates, who you’ll probably never see again. Christmas with your family. You’ve barely even thought about it all since you got here.

“I’m sorry, Bradley — how should I be phrasing it?” You tease.

His lips tug at the corners, threatening to disrupt his dramatic frown and disarm his little act. A small shrug of those broad, tanned shoulders.

“All those couples at the parenting class keep saying ‘when we found out we were expecting’. That works.”

“Mm, but when I found out I was expecting I cried for three days and when you found out you implied that I was a whore and offered me money. Our story doesn’t really sound like theirs’.” You remind him. He presses his lips together in a line. That feels so far away now too.

He remembers the anger he felt towards you back then, which is a complicated thing in itself. He remembers why, and how — and everything about that first week, actually. He remembers being so furious at you for making that choice without him. A complete stranger, complicating his future when he had just stepped out of his complicated past.

The anger still makes sense to him. He doesn’t feel it anymore, he isn’t proud of the way he acted, but he can look back now and know that it was all just fear.

Going from being a scared little boy and looking after a sick mother, to being an adult and having nothing to care for but himself, to then meeting you. It hadn’t felt fair to have that all stripped away before he had started it.

But now, when he thinks of this living room being empty, or that small room being an office instead of a nursery, it makes this all seem so much more bleak.

The movie credits roll, leaving you even more confused about what the plot was supposed to be. Bradley sits up and pushes himself onto his knees, then parts your legs for him to dip between. You’re sighing softly now, contented as he presses his lips to yours.

“I don’t think you’re a whore,” He mumbles against your mouth, making you chuckle softly against him. “And I’m glad that I knocked you up, for the record.”

Another soft chuckle. He presses his lips warmly to your skin. Cheeks, jaw. A gentle tour of your face.

“You are?”

“Yeah, you’re hot pregnant,” Bradley beams at you, earning himself another little laugh. “And — y’know, I’m excited for the kid too.”

Looking up at him, your fingers circle over his smooth, freckled shoulders. A few moments of silence pass between the two of you before a commercial comes on and disturbs the bliss.

“Time to put the baby to bed, don’t you think?” He asks. You glance down at your swollen stomach and back up at your new boyfriend. Smiling at him, you give a defiant shake of your head.

“We aren’t tired.” You decide.

A soft groan and he cups your belly in his hands, feeling soft fluttering kicks to unfortunately support your claims. Smile growing into an embarrassingly amused beam, you watch Bradley as he pushes your shirt up and peppers kisses across your stomach.

“Tell him to give his old man a break, some of us have to be up in a couple hours,” Bradley murmurs into your skin, earning himself an applause of his new favourite sound. He looks up grinning at your laughter. “What?”

“You, being somebody’s old man,” A quick scrunch of your nose and a shake of your head, laughter still bubbling through you. “Weird to think about.”

His cheeks redden like the tops of his ears, then he grins. Sitting back on his heels, his hands slide along your stomach to rest at the very bottom. Again, he feels a soft little kick against his palm.

“Y’know, I think he’s nocturnal. I barely felt him this morning and now he’s wide awake.” You explain.

Another shrug, smiling as he leans down and kisses your stomach once more. “Wanted to stay up and watch a movie with his folks.” Bradley muses, making you smile. Absentmindedly, you card your fingers through his fluffy, air-dried curls. His lips press warmly to the underside of your belly, “No harm in that.”

Fingers trailing from his auburn curls, down over the tanned muscles in his shoulders as he peppers kisses across your stomach.

“He’s got you wrapped around his finger already. Old man.” You tease, nudging at his leg with your foot. He chuckles softly, cool breath tickling your skin. Another kiss, then he looks up at you.

“Me? — Mama’s the one letting him stay up late.” Bradley prods, sitting up and bringing his mouth to yours once more. The kiss is slow, lazy, his hand cupping your hip. When he leans over you now, your stomach always bumps into his middle. He’s going to miss it when it isn’t there anymore.

Turning his head, he presses his face into your neck and nips softly at your skin. You hum, keening towards the feeling. It becomes growingly tender, lips replacing teeth, tongue soothing over the warm spots left behind.

Finally, he sits back up and kisses your lips chastely. “Will you come to bed with me?”

“You can go ahead, I won’t wake you up.” You promise.

“I know, but I like falling asleep with you.” He squeezes softly at your hips, remembering to be gentle with your sore joints these days. He sits forwards and kisses your mouth again, then again after that. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that he isn’t going to stop until you agree.

Pushing against his bare chest, he sits back on his heels and raises his eyebrows at you.

“Fine…” You huff, extending your arms for him. Slipping his hands into yours, he’s on his feat with an annoying level of ease that you can no longer manage. He tugs you up with him.

“I’ll lock up.” Ducking around you and kissing your neck, he leaves you with a gentle pat on the ass and then moves to make sure all of the doors and windows are locked and that the lights are off. You pad along the hallway to your shared bedroom and peel your shirt over your head.

Over the past month, you seem to have really popped. The kid is really making himself known in there. Enough so, that you’re well into the stage now of wearing exclusively maternity clothes or stretching out Bradley’s old gym clothes. Tonight, given the lingering heat, you opt for an old basketball shirt that Bradley hasn’t fit into since high school. Before he grew a foot and lost eighty pounds in his junior year.

It’s not huge on you at this stage of your pregnancy, but gives you the reprieve of a waistband pressing into your stomach.

Bradley’s chest hits your back before you even feel him approaching, turning his face into the crook of your neck, almost knocking you over with his weight.

His hands skim under the shirt and up over your stomach, making an all-too-familiar beeline for your breasts. He groans softly into your skin, growing half-hard against your back.

“Mm-mm,” You’re smiling and shaking your head at him all at once. “You need to go to bed, remember?”

“Fuck,” He breathes out, eyes closed, soft skin under his palms. If he pressed any harder into your back, he would knock you onto your front. “I do.”

Your palm slips between the two of you, reaching back to cup him over his shorts, stroking just loosely over the length of his hardening cock.

“Would be pretty difficult to sleep with that, though.”

“You’re such a tease.” He mumbles into your neck, kneading softly at your breasts. He rolls his hips forwards slightly, using your hand for friction on his increasingly hard cock.

“Are you flying tomorrow?” Your head falls back to rest against his shoulder, his lips sucking softly at the curve of your neck. His realization courses through him like relief, you can practically feel it.

His head shakes quickly. “In a classroom all day.”

Your palm squeezes softly around the tent in his shorts, a quiet hum, mock consideration, leaving your lips. His hands push at the shirt, slowly dragging it up your middle and tugging it over your head.

His eyes feel heavy on you, hands trailing featherlight along your sides. Bradley reached out slowly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder as he takes hold of the band in your hair. He’s especially gentle as he takes it down and turns his face towards your hair.

Illuminated by the soft light of the bedside table, Bradley’s becoming increasingly gentle with you — each time that you’ve slept with him recently, you can feel that he’s being more careful than he would normally be. He knows that you’re sore and more tired than you would normally be, but he never once declines the opportunity to have you.

Today is no exception as he turns you towards him, palms skimming along your back, squeezing at your ass as he holds you against him. Laying you down slowly on your shared bed, he notices your lips quirk softly as he covers your body with his.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You give a small shake of your head and lift to kiss him, still smiling when you pull back. He squints at you, studying the amusement on your features. It just makes you want to smile, is all. Him being so wordlessly soft; knowingly gentle. It doesn’t take a conversation or a warning. He knows your limits.

He knows you so well these days. The kind of shampoo or deodorant to pick up. Exactly which spots to press his fingers harder into when he’s giving you a foot rub. Exactly how to make you scowl at him and melt into his arms moments later when he’s being annoying. Your chest heaves with a particularly deep breath.

Bradley’s lips are on your chest, his hands skimming along your thighs, kneading at the flesh.

“Tell me you want me.” It’s a pant, really, just breathless. He rocks himself against your core, sitting back on his knees and squeezing at your hips. He takes that plush, pink bottom lip between his teeth and just stares down at you with the prettiest mahogany coloured eyes you’ve ever seen.

Teasing at an almost smile, you bite the inside of your cheek to contain it. A soft shake of your head and he smiles back at you. You glance down, watching him palm over the tent in his shorts. Finally, you meet his gaze once more. “I don’t think your ego can handle being any bigger than it already is.”

“It can take a little more,” Bradley hums. He exhales, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he watches his ring and index fingers dip through your folds, gathering your excitement on the digits. “Tell me you want me.”

You do. So badly that it makes you hot. Makes your muscles go tense. Makes your chest tighten.

“I want you,” It’s an admission that you never would’ve given him months ago, weeks ago even. There’s a lot about you now isn’t the same as it was a few months ago. It’s right on the tip of your tongue. I love you. It’s insane — terrifying, actually. You swallow and stick to what you know, “I want you.”

It would slip so effortlessly off of your tongue. When he’s buried into you, breathing hard into your ear, your face buried into the curve of his neck and god — he still smells exactly like him, now mixed with your body wash that he’s adamant he doesn’t steal. So natural, just another breathless, meaningless exhale in the middle of sex.

“You feel so good,” Bradley groans out, his thick fingers sliding along the nape of your neck and up into your hair. He curls them into your roots and flexes his fist just softly. Just the right amount of tug, a gentle pull that has you moaning against his jugular. “Fuck, baby… you…”

He turns his head, lips grazing your jaw and working lazily along to your lips. When he gets there, finally, it feels like your heart is going to explode out of your chest. He kisses you slowly, his tongue in your mouth and his hand in your hair. In your shared bed.

The mattress is softer here and he never wakes up with a sore neck because of the shitty pillows. Sometimes he wakes up with a sore neck because of how his body is wound around yours, but he doesn’t mind that as much. Moaning into his mouth as he fucks into you slowly.

“You’re so fucking hot.”

A breath catches in your throat and you aren’t sure whether it’ll turn into a laugh or a cry. Ultimately, it settles into a soft moan, your breath tickling his earlobe and making him shiver. Then, it becomes a laugh. He sits back on his knees to get a good look at that grin on your face.

Stretching out his shoulders, he guides your thighs over the tops of his. He gives them a soft squeeze and slows down a little, giving a breathless nod. “I mean it. You’re so fucking perfect, just like this.”

He wets his lips with his tongue, eyes trailing ever so slowly along your body, rocking his hips forwards tenderly. Briefly, you think that he’s going to say it. It doesn’t happen. Just more expletives, shallow breaths, eager grunts. More kisses, his hands on your skin.

After, when you’re settled into his old basketball shirt, under your sheets, and he is wrapped around your body from behind, his big palm sprawled out over your stomach — you’re okay with it. The silent knowledge that he must be on the same page.

The next morning, he has to be up before the sun is even halfway risen. He’s growing proficient at doing it without waking you. Showering silently and dressing in the bathroom, laying his clothes out the night before. It always makes you stir when he slips back into the room and leaves you with a chaste kiss on the lips, and a soft peck at the top of your rounded stomach. Still, you’re okay with that too.

You squirm a little, laying back against that perpetually uncomfortable plastic-leather mix exam chair. The gel is a lot more uncomfortable when you’re still hot from the mid-day Florida heat than it had been on those snowy mornings back in Virginia. Still, it’s all routine by this point. The cold jelly on your stomach, comfy pants that can easily be pushed down a little, warm sweater to combat the always high air conditioning.

You’re missing the part of your routine that has always made you comfiest: Jake sitting outside in the waiting room. He’s states away, Bradley’s stuck in work, you’re all on your own. It’s just a routine check up — just to check if he’s breach. You’ve been telling yourself that all morning. It hasn’t stopped you from sitting on the carpeted floor of his nursery and staring at his crib, still in the box.

Your heart swells at the idea of meeting him. You’ve been picturing him a lot recently. Your nose, Bradley’s lips. Soft morning cuddles, sleepless nights, constant diaper changes — it’s easy enough to tell yourself that you’re ready, it’s just more of a complicated thing to be certain that you are. Even if you’re not ready, he’ll be here in a few short weeks. You need to remind Bradley to pick up screws for his crib.

The doctor’s brows knit together, she adjusts her glasses and wiggles the wand a little bit, then looks back to you. “Hm, have you been experiencing reduced movement at all, Miss Seresin?”

The question throws you. Blinking at her, chilled from the whir of the air conditioning, you shake your head. Your throat squeezes. “No, not at all. He was kicking a lot last night.”

Both of you look back to the screen. He’s moving now. Little legs just kicking softly in that familiar black and white hue. A quick glance across, you stare at your sweater on the chair where Bradley should be sitting. It’s too cold in here. You’re not sure if you’re allowed to move to get the sweater.

“Hm,” She nods her head slowly. Her face is calm enough, her tone doesn’t give you any clues. The thought that crosses your mind hits you like a speeding semi. Blunt force, speeding — out of left field. Six and a half months of no contact and all of a sudden, sitting alone in this exam room, too cold, you want your Mom.

It’s clear that you’re panicking, and the doctor continues with as much caution as she can. She speaks to you like she’s trying to soothe a crying child, but it isn’t patronising. Her neatly groomed brows raise at you, “Any fatigue, bleeding, stomach pains?”

“I’ve been tired, I guess.” You squeak. She softens, reaching out and placing her hand into yours. Your throat tightens. “Is he okay?”

“Yes, he’s just looking a little bit smaller than we would have expected for this stage in the pregnancy,” Your heart sinks, and the side of the exam table suddenly feels especially empty without Bradley there. The doctor continues on as comfortingly as she can. “I’d just like to run a few tests while you’re here — just to make sure that we’re prepared to make the end of your pregnancy as safe and comfortable as possible.”

As she turns and leaves you trapped in that little grey room with the closed blinds, shutting out any semblance of sunlight, all that you can think about is the first appointment that Bradley ever came to with you. Everything going on back then and how badly you had wanted him to not even show up. How confusingly nice it had felt to have him holding your hand through it. Your head falls back against the exam chair and your eyes burn with tears.

You leave the office with a pamphlet on fetal growth restriction, potential causes and side-effects. It might not be that, she tells you, some babies are just smaller and that’s just fine. They just want to keep a close eye on you these last few weeks. Early delivery is a possibility.

You’re dialing the number out of pure instinct. Flowing tears, running to Mommy — there’s a natural link there. Some kind of hardwired impulse, probably. Chest heaving, blinking back searingly hot tears, you listen to it ring and ring. It’s just a Wednesday morning, maybe she’s at the office. It just keeps on ringing.

Bradley frowns as he listens to the busy dial tone, pulling back and checking his phone. You’d promised to call him when you got out of the appointment. He checks down at his watch. Maybe Jake got a couple of minutes to call you. He has to be back in class. He texts you that he’ll catch you at home and turns.

If his mind were clearer, he might have noticed the stare on him as he turned. The familiar blue eyes, blown wide open. Maverick pales at the sight of the boy at the end of the hallway. Familiar sandy brown curls, a brief look at Bradley’s face. The mustache he had been trying to grow when Mav saw him last has grown in now. Maverick swallows.

He hasn’t seen this kid in almost two years. Not a single phone call or text. He hadn’t even known where Bradley was living after he moved out of the house in Norfolk. And now he’s here, standing at the end of a hallway in a random Navy base that Mav wasn’t even supposed to be at this week. Dressed in his khakis, he’s a kind of familiar that makes Pete Mitchell’s stomach churn.

“Bradley?”

…

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[slasherhaven]

What's it lime being best friends with the slashers? The friendship could've happened before some of the slashers went all murdery or after :]

Being Best Friends with the Slashers:

Thomas Hewitt

You have been friends since childhood. You had met in school, you had been the only one to approach him with any kind words. He was the primary victim of bullying in school but you gave him a chance and met the sweet kid that he truly was.

It's the two of you against the world. Ever since your first meeting in school, it's been the two of you. The bullies soon started bullying you as well, for being friends with Thomas, but you never seemed to mind too much. As long as you and Tommy had each other, you would get through anything. It wasn't long before Thomas started growing, quickly becoming the biggest kid in school and therefore the most intimidating. If anyone dared to say a bad word about you, they'd get an intimidating glare from Thomas and soon back off. But he always believed that it was him who needed you more than you needed him, you were his rock.

You are an unofficial Hewitt. You met the family during the later years of school, when you're parents let you walk home alone and you could go to your friend's house. Luda May loved you and treated you as her own, Hoyt and Monty were more neutral but admittedly it was nice that Thomas had somebody outside of the family. Luda May tells you pretty consistently that you are family.

You're offered a place in their home if you don't want to leave town. Once you're adults, you don't lose touch or grow apart. It's still the two of you against the world. So, when everyone starts leaving the dying town, the Hewitts offer you a place in their home. If you accept the offer, you might as well change your name to Hewitt because you definitely are one.

If you did leave town with the others, you come back to see Thomas and are welcomed back with open arms. While it would hurt, Thomas would understand if you left town when everyone else did, wanting you to have a good life. He's more surprised when you end up on their doorstep, coming to visit them. The whole family accept you back with open arms, especially Thomas (who is absolutely overjoyed to see you again), and if you want to stay this time, Luda May still has your room ready for you.

Michael Myers

You were his only real friend in childhood. He was a pretty quiet kid, nothing too alarming but quiet. Still, you wormed your way into his life until you were actually his friend and he liked having you around. You shared your sweets and toys with him, you told him silly jokes and stories. It was nice to have a friend like you. Then...that one Halloween came around and you watched your best friend be taken away, dressed in the costume you helped him pick and splattered with blood.

Once you were old enough, you began visiting him in Smiths Grove. Of course, your parents never allowed you to visit but once you were old enough to make that decision yourself, you would visit regularly. Michael remembered you, his only friend, and recognised you instantly despite how much you changed. However, you're surprised by how much he changed. Still, he was quiet, silent as you rambled on nervously. After your first meeting didn't go particularly well, staff assumed you wouldn't show your face again, but you visited once a week, your visits then becoming even more frequent. Going to see him whenever you could, falling into a more comfortable companionship.

You're the only person he trusts and Dr Loomis is fascinated by it. Loomis nearly scoffed at you when you first came to visit, nearly laughed at you when you got no response from the stoic man. But you didn't give up easy and every time you came back, the more comfortable Michael seemed to become, until he was communicating with you. Not necessarily talking, but communicating. The doctor couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was like a miracle.

Once he escapes, he comes to you for refuge. You're woken up in the middle of the night by the sound of somebody in your house, you're afraid until you see it's Michael. Just your friend, Michael Myers. It's the first time you hug him since you were kids, since Smiths Grove wouldn't allow that. Michael was tense at first but slowly relaxed into your embrace, not hugging you back but relaxing substantially. At some point, Dr Loomis does show up at your door, believing Michael might seek you out, but you play dumb, telling him that you haven't seen him but you heard about his escaped and hoped he was alright. That just confirms to Michael that he can trust you, just like he could when you were kids.

Jason Voorhees

You were his only friend at camp, always so kind to him. The first day at camp, you had come to his rescue, cutely scolding the other kids and befriending Jason. You didn't care about the way he looked, you didn't ask 'what was wrong with him', you just accepted him as he was and absolutely made his summer. The two of you quickly became close, practically attached at the hip, but you couldn't always be there for him...and you couldn't be there for him on that one faithful day by the lake. You had heard the commotion too late, when you were searching for Jason, and by the time you had reached the end of the dock, it was too late. You called for the camp counsellors, searched wildly for them, tears streaming down your face. You never returned to the camp after that summer.

You never forgot him, visiting the camp after it shut down to pay your respects by the lake. Once the camp shut down, your parents agreed to take you to the camp to say goodbye to your friend. When you became old enough to go by yourself, you did, every year on the anniversary of his death.

His mother loves you. Ever since you became his friend, she was fond of you. After his death, seeing you come to the camp every year, it warmed her heart and was glad somebody cared for her son as much as she did.

He'll gather up the courage to approach you eventually. It's been a couple of years of Jason watching from the treeline as you visit the lake, often with flowers and kind words. Of course, he remembered you. Every time he saw you, he wanted to approach you, to pull you into a hug, his one friend...but he was worried you would be afraid, he wouldn't blame you. But he swore to himself that would eventually gather up the courage to approach you and reunite.

Brahms Heelshire

You were childhood best friends. Your families knew each other and they would often take you to the Heelshire manner with them. So, you and Brahms spent a lot of time together and became close friends. Then there was the fire and you stopped going to the Heelshire manner. You were both still young and your parents decided against telling you the full story, all you knew was that you didn't see Brahms again and you missed him.

When you're older, you visit the Heelshires and they eventually let you in on their secret. They're pleasantly surprised to see you but are hesitant to let you in at first. But they do, and the three of you catch you, you apologise for their loss (your parents telling you about Brahms' death once you got a little older) and confess that you still miss Brahms. Obviously, the speak with him and he wants to see you. They're hesitant at first but can't say no to their son, so they let you know the truth about what happened.

You're not leaving, but you don't really want too. When Brahms pleads with you to not leave him alone, to not leave him again, you can't say no. Your best friend was alive and standing right in front of you, you didn't plan on leaving him again anytime soon. And the Heelshires welcome you into their home.

The Heelshires are content leaving their son with you. His parents are still set on the idea of leaving for good, unable to live with the secrets they had to keep all these years, but they trust that you will take care of him as the friend you are. They leave their son a note, but they also leave you one, explaining everything, apologising, and pleading that you look after Brahms. He's your best friend, you're the only person he has, of course you'll look after him.

Bo Sinclair

You became the only person in Ambrose that he completely trusted. Bo never made friends easily, despite his natural charm his anger could get the better of him, but you didn't let it bother you. You were persistent and were soon calling him your friend. He didn't trust anyone, couldn't rely on his parents, couldn't share those feelings with his brothers, but he had you. You listened, you understood. And he became pretty protective over you, being his only friend. He's selfish and you're his friend, he wouldn't let anyone change that. Despite the two of you being so close, you never get invited to his house but after hearing some stories and the origin behind his scars, you understand why.

Your family likely doesn't approve of your friendship. Bo doesn't exactly have a good reputation and everyone freely lets you know that they think he's a bad influence on you. You don't care though, Bo is your best friend and you know him better than anyone, probably even his parents or brothers.

Pretended that leaving didn't bother him but he had never been so angry. When the three brothers were taken from Ambrose after their parents' death, you were heartbroken. Bo was cold about it when he told you, like he didn't care, but you knew him better than that. Even when you embraced him, telling him that you'll miss him, he just mumbles a 'yeah' before leaving you alone in Ambrose. Despite his coldness, he's hurt. He didn't care for Ambrose or its residents but he would miss you, you were his friend.

Tries to act unbothered when you return to Ambrose but he couldn't even put into words how happy he was to see you. He is beyond surprised when you return to the run down town when you're both adults. He recognised you almost instantly adn you recognised him, a bright smile breaking out over your face. He hadn't changed all that much, greeting you in a charmingly sarcastic and teasing way, but you didn't care. After he left, you couldn't get him out of your mind, where he had ended up, how he was, if he was still with his brothers. You never really expected him to end up back in Ambrose but here he was and you couldn't contain your excitement over seeing your best friend from so many years ago.

Vincent Sinclair

You are his only friend, practically family in his eyes. Vincent never really had friends outside of his family, he had his brothers and his parents, but his mother kept him pretty sheltered and other kids tended to shy away from him because of his appearance. But you were different, you decided that you wanted to be his friend and nothing was going to stop you. Ever since then, the two of you had been the best of friends. Admittedly, it took Vincent some time to come out of his shell but he got there eventually and you were a surprisingly patient kid.

Teaches you everything his mother taught him. You once complimented his mask with sincerity rather than mockery and that inspired Vincent to show you how his mother made it. And so you were let in on all the family secrets of working with wax.

Heartbroken when he had to leave Ambrose for so many reasons. His parents had died, he was being torn away from him home, taken away from his best friend, he just hoped he would get to remain with his brothers. He had told you what was happening with tears in his eyes, embracing you rightly before having to leave.

Extremely anxious but also delighted when you return to Ambrose. He recognised you almost instantly, even after all these years your kindness and friendship went unmatched. He was nervous about you discovering what the brothers had become but more than anything, he was thrilled to see you again. He had always wondered what had happened to you, where you had gone after Ambrose, always hoped you were well.

Lester Sinclair

You were the one person he could always go to. His parents often had their hands full with the twins, always making him feel a little left behind, but he had you. You were always there to listen to him, to make him laugh, you were undeniably his best friend. Lester would get genuinely excited to see you, to know he gets to spend the day with you, to feel like a number one priority from time to time. The friendship isn't one-sided at all, though. Lester is always there for you, no matter what.

The two of you would always get into trouble. The two of you loved to wander around outside of town, often coming home dirty but more than happy. The two of you could always find something to entertain yourselves, you could have fun inside an empty room. It was like a gift you both had.

Had to be pried away from you when they left Ambrose. He was a little younger than his brothers, maybe that's why he was so emotional, or maybe he would just miss his best friend. Either way, the two of you had been crying, clinging to each other. Lester had to be pulled away and helped into the car. Neither of you thought you would ever see each other again.

Won't hesitate to embrace you when you reunite. When he sees you on the side of the road near Ambrose, he completely freezes, he can't believe his eyes. He says your name before he can even think straight, it takes you a moment but you recognise him, instantly grinning. At the acknowledgement, Lester embraces you, confessing that he missed you. You felt the same, embracing him in return despite the smell of roadkill on him. Admittedly, it didn't look like he was doing too well after leaving Ambrose but he was back and he seemed happy, and that's all you cared about.

Bubba Sawyer

The two of you are never apart. You and Bubba are the closest two friends can be, if one of you is around the other isn't far behind. You're one of the family, even his brothers like you, but you're very clearly Bubba's best friend. You understand him like nobody else and you get along together than either of you do with anyone else.

No matter your age, you act like an older sibling to him. Even if you're younger than him, you behave like an older sibling. You're always there for him, you look out for him. His brothers couldn't dare say anything even remotely bad about Bubba, because you would be right there to put them back into their place. Nobody talked bad about your bestie.

Doing a lot of crafts together. Bubba is very creative and if you enjoy creating things as well, it is definitely your favourite thing to do together. It's calming. He will teach you everything he knows, since he is used to working with non-traditional materials, and you will teach him anything you know.

He is fiercely protective over you. You might be protective over him but he's just as protective over you. He knows how dangerous his home alone is, and he wouldn't let any of his brothers harm you in anyway. He gets most protective when trespassers are around, you're his best friend and he doesn't want you to be involved, he certainly doesn't want you to get yourself into trouble.

Billy Lenz

You become his world, you're the only person he has. He hadn't thought you would be any different when you first moved into his home, but you would eventually prove him wrong. He couldn't even remember how it happened at this point but you had become dear friends, you had been the patient and reassuring shoulder to cry on that he needed.

A very clingy friend. Like I said, you're the only person he has, so it's no wonder that he can be so clingy. In general, he's a person in much need for support and companionship and you've happily signed up for the role. But that doesn't mean that you're friendship is one sided, he's always there for you and is willing to listen about anything that is bothering you.

Overall, you have a very positive effect on him and his life. It's incredible how much of an impact you have on his life. You give him something to rely on, you even manage to get him out of the house. Of course, your friendship can't solve all his problems but you're always there to try.

People will probably assume you're dating just because of how close you are. If you talked to somebody about your friendship, how close you are and how much time you spend together, they're bound to speculate that there is something more going on despite the fact that you're friendship is purely platonic.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

He keeps you at a distance at first. Asa has acquaintances, other professors and members of staff at work, but he wouldn't call any of them a friend. None of them have been to his house, none of them know him well, other than some polite conversation he makes to keep up his image. Somehow, unknown to him, you had wormed your way into his life. He enjoyed conversations with you, you seemed to be able to see through his act without knowing the full truth.

You're his only genuine friend. Eventually he gives in to your friendship, accepting that he enjoys your company. You're the one person he complains to about his colleagues or students, the two of you just get along surprisingly well. Still, he feels a need to assess you to some extent, to understand you, to be able to predict your next move.

Being let in on his secret hobby. After so long, if he thinks you can be trusted (only when he is completely sure you'll understand), he will show you the hotel and all his projects. Of course, if it turns out that you're unable to handle it, your friendship will be coming to an abrupt end. However, if you react the way he hopes you will, it only brings you closer as friends.

Practically partners in crime now. Once you've been introduced to his world, you're in on it. Maybe that was his plan all along, because Asa is definitely just as manipulative with his friends as he is with anyone else. He can admit, it's rather nice to share this part of his life with somebody who understands.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull)

You started off as an employee. To be best friends with Jesse, you need to know about that part of his life otherwise you really don't know him at all. As an employee, he could trust you and rely on you. You were different than his other employees, you weren't afraid of him but you respected him, you would joke with him, he liked your presence.

Now he never goes on a trip without you. You're his closest friend, his only real friend that he truly trusts, so you're always by his side. He wouldn't like the idea of spending a work trip with anyone but you make things easier, you stay on top of everything and amuse him with your complaints about your other co-workers.

You've met his wife. Jesse doesn't mix his person and professional life but you overlap these lives. You've been to his house, met his wife, had dinner with them, he trusts you to see that part of his world. You help keep his secrets, both of you sticking to a well rehearsed story of what the two of you do for work.

Lots of inside jokes. The two of you only have to share a glance to know what the other is thinking, trying not to laugh to yourselves. Spann is more annoyed that you have become a more trusted employee than she has. Preston hates your friendship because the two of you are always sharing amused glances when he is trying to talk about something. You always stay in his office after a meeting so you can both complain about it together before getting back to work.

Otis Driftwood

You knew the Firefly family and your world got turned upside down when Otis showed up. You lived in the same area though the Firefly residence was pretty out of the way from anything else. You knew Baby and her family, they were eccentric, but everything changed when Otis showed up. He was accepted into the family quickly, just as you had been, and he turned everything upside down. Still, the two of you hit it off quickly.

The two of you just mesh together well. Whether you match his energy or you're a lot calmer than him and help ground him, the two of you just clicked. You were pretty much down for anything, happy to join Otis on his impulsive road trips or visits to dodgy places.

You are inseparable. You're family, nobody would argue with that, but you and Otis are particularly close. You have an endless amount of inside jokes and shared stories. You can do things independently but everything is just so much more fun with your best friend by your side.

Most importantly, you can rely on each other. In the lifestyle you both live, the only people you can rely on is family, but you know that you have each other's back no matter what. If you're ever in trouble, you know that he'll be there for you. If he's going to prison, you're going to be the one breaking him out.

Baby Firefly

You are family, even Mama says so. If there is one thing that is nondebatable, it's that you are an honorary Firefly. You're welcome in their home at any time, pretty much moving in at this point. Mama sees you as just another one of her children, Otis sees you as another annoying sibling. You're Baby's best friend, so it's no wonder that you're around nearly constantly, the two of you can't be pried away from each other.

Absolute chaos. Considering Baby's idea of fun, the two of you are always getting into trouble even if it's only on the mildly illegal side. It's rare that the two of you settle for a quiet night in, even if you enjoy them, since Baby will somehow manage to convince you to go out with her. Even on the occasions you are doubtful, you end up enjoying yourself.

She's protective of you. The life of the Fireflys are filled with danger, meaning that you're going to be dragged into it no matter how much you try to distance yourself from their...hobbies. So, she always makes sure that no harm comes to you. Whether it's people the family knows, the law, or random people at the sketchy places you visit with her. You're her best friend, family, she won't let anything harm you.

Yautja (Predator)

A strange friendship in the eyes of your peers. The two of you met on a station were humans and Yautjas worked together, living side by side. Despite the intentions of learning from each other and co-inhabiting, there are some barriers between the two species. So, you're close friendship is still pretty out of the norm. Neither of your people fully understand, but find it fascinating nonetheless.

Learning from each other. While your friendship mainly comes from the fact that you both just get along well despite your differences, you definitely learn a lot from each other. In terms of science and technology, there isn't much for an Yautja to learn from a human except for some Earth specific things, but you learn so much from him. About science but also about space and alien species that you had never even heard of. And he learns so much about humans and other species on Earth.

The two of you are untouchable. No matter your position on the station, nobody can say a damn thing to you. Should a superior be a little too snarky, a co-worker a little too hostile, your large best friend will ensure it never happens again, threatening the humans and being capable of standing up against other Yautjas. You're also protective over him, always coming to his (and his species) defence whenever you hear a human co-worker talking bad about them.

The two of you are always working together. It's rare to see one of you with out the other, often claiming to need the other to work as effectively as possible, even if that obviously isn't true. Though, nobody is going to question either of you at this point, they've just accepted that a strange but close friendship had developed between the two of you.

#thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #billy lenz x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #chromeskull x reader #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #yautja x reader #predator x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

[come-on-shitty-boys]

// So A Snake Walks Into A Bar. inked 06 //

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*The nature of this series may be not be appropriate for all readers. Content warnings include: vulgarity, heavy swearing, and implications of adult relations.  Due to these themes, this series may not be suitable for readers under the age of 16.  Reader discretion is advised.*

The Winged Viper was easily the seediest bar on this side of town with at least one bar fight ending in someone being dragged out the back door every night, the kind of place where eye contact with the wrong person might just end with you being pulled from your stool by the collar of your shirt, whiskey breath in your face as you blink through the insults. But there was something about the dingy establishment that always brought you back. Maybe it was the drinks where the shots were poured just a little too long or maybe it was the Halloween skeleton that just stood by the door year round, donning different hats and decorative pieces for the changing of the seasons. 

Or maybe it was him and that stupid smile on his face as he raised his hand in your direction, waving you over, pausing only for a moment to laugh at something the bartender had shouted at him. Yeah, maybe it was Daishou Suguru who already had your drink sitting on the strangely sticky table, a basket of onion rings ready to share. This had become the Friday night routine years ago when you had both outgrown the loud music and overpriced shots of the clubs downtown, always a little too crowded by the city’s college students. Instead, you both had begun opting for the not-so-quiet and only ever so slightly less crowded atmosphere of The Winged Viper, just becoming a part of the regular group of bikers and college professors who found the bar just as endearing.

Daishou’s crooked smile greets you as you slide into your seat across from him. He’s washed the ink from his hands and replaced the collared shirts that he favors in the shop for a simple t-shirt, showing off the tattoos that flowed down his arms, transforming himself from the professional artist into just another guy to blend in with the crowd. 

He can’t even get a word out before you’re dropping a binder on the table. That stupid black binder that Kuroo had stuffed full of drawing assignments for you. A waste of paper. A waste of your apprenticeship. “The fuck is this?” He asks, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as he flips open the proof of deforestation that you had just slammed in front of him.

And then he’s laughing.

Face relaxing as his fingers weave through his hair, bright laughter ringing through the bar. “You’re fucking kidding me! This is insane, Y/N.”

“No, trust me! I know! I’m the one drawing 300 fucking lines everyday! ‘Ru, I’m going to lose my mind and it’s barely been a week,” you say, rubbing your face between your hands.

His lips quirk into a teasing smile, raising his eyebrows at you. “You know, I’m pretty sure I told-”

You don’t think it’s possible to roll your eyes harder and Daishou can only chuckle at your dramatics, watching as you fully lean into the eye roll and stare at him with a playful annoyance written across your face. “Yeah, yeah. You told me so. I thought you were just talking shit! I didn’t think he would actually be this terrible! Suguru, the closest I’ve gotten to tattooing is washing his ink cups. How am I supposed to learn if he won’t even sit down and tell me a little about what he’s doing? I don’t even know what the machine feels like in my hand! How do I turn it on? Do I do the linework first or do I do color first? Is it like watercolors where I start light and go dark or do I-”

“You’re thinking too much. It’s been a week.” That playful grin sinks into something more sincere as he looks at you from across the table, taking your hand to really get you to focus on him, except now you’re not focusing on his words, but rather the way his hand fits so nicely in yours and his thumb running over your knuckles, the soft brush of the calluses of his hands from years of tattooing and drawing. His mouth is moving and you’re sure that whatever he’s saying is important, but fuck. Have his eyes always been that green? They’re crinkling as he says something that makes himself laugh. Maybe you should laugh too? His fingers are finding the spaces between yours and you see him stop talking.

Fuck.

You’re supposed to say something.

“Yeah, I completely agree,” you say.

Daishou clicks his tongue, waggling his finger at you in mock disappointment. “I knew you weren’t paying attention.”

“I was absolutely paying attention!” You object. “I was listening the entire time.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Sure, Y/N. And just what are you agreeing with?”

“I’m agreeing with what you said! It’s not my fault if you don’t remember what you said.”

“Gaslighter.”

“Okay, fine. I wasn’t listening! What did you say?” You sigh.

“I was saying that if Kuroo doesn’t work out, you can always come apprentice with me,” he offers, locking eyes with you, sincerity swimming in the green. 

Friends. 

That was the label that you two had settled on back when you had met, back when you had drunkenly stumbled to bed with him.

Just . . . friends.

A heavy pause between the words to fill in all that was unsaid, time to see his eyes dart down to your lips before reaching your eyes again.

Just friends.

A confirmation as your hand drifts from his shoulder to his chest, eyes following the path of your fingers as they trail further down his body to hook onto the belt loop of his jeans, a firm tug to pull him against you, the only invitation he needed to push his mouth to yours, pressing you back against the wall as his hands found your waist.

Just friends who sometimes make out.

Shirts are thrown across the room and pants are kicked off in the least sexy way possible as he nearly trips over himself, but it’s fine because his mouth is on your neck, pushing you back down on the bed, teeth grazing skin in that way that never fails to have your mouth falling open.

Just friends who sometimes also have sex.

His hand squeezes yours gently, bringing you back to the present moment. You don’t want to look at his face as you pull your hand away, because you know there would be a flash of sadness swimming across his eyes, no matter how hard he denies it. “I can’t, ‘ru,” you say.

“Why not? I can teach you everything he can and I promise, I won’t make you polish the tile with my boxers.”

“Ew! Is he going to make me do that?”

Daishou winks, smiling at you softly. “I won’t give him any ideas. But I’m serious, Y/N.”

You blow out a sigh. “I know you are, but this is something I have to do on my own. I really appreciate it, but it’s not going to feel right if I let you mentor me. It’ll feel too easy, like the whole opportunity was just handed to me on a platter.” You couldn’t let yourself do that. It was the one thing that had held you back from apprenticing with Daishou in the first place. He was a brilliant artist and one of your best friends, but you couldn’t shake the nagging feelings that he would’ve just given you the apprenticeship without having to really work for it. He would tell you that that wasn’t true, that you really did deserve to apprentice with him, but that couldn’t stop that nagging in your head.

Besides, Kuroo’s work aligned more closely with your own style. Daishou had fallen into the realm of realism, being able to push colors in a way that seemed like a picture had been printed directly on the skin. But, Kuroo– He was an artist unlike any you’d seen in your life. Pushing the boundaries of composition and form in ways that didn’t just utilize the shape of the body, but enhanced it, finding ways to draw the eyes around unlike any other tattoo artist you had studied. He was everything you wanted to be and more. There was no one else that you wanted to learn from, but fuck–

He was a prick.

And you weren’t about to forget that, especially when he wouldn’t even look at you when you walked into the shop the next morning. His head was buried into his newest flash sheet, inks spread over the counter as he pulled an outline, but you did see those amber eyes quickly dart in your direction before returning to their work.

“How was your date?” Kuroo muttered, leaning back from the page to examine his handiwork from further away. You could see his features scrunch in distaste as he re-wet an area of ink to remove some of the pigment to try to fill the space again.

But, you’re too busy rolling your eyes as you hang your jacket by the door. “It wasn’t a date.”

He snorts, dipping his brush back into the blue ink. “Sure it wasn’t.” 

“Why do you care?”

“Did I say that I care?”

You round the counter to stand opposite of him, busying yourself with making a pot of coffee to only further enable Akaashi’s caffeine problem. “Then why would you ask how it went?”

“I’m just trying to be polite,” he says, pushing a smile that really looks more painful than anything. “We’re going to be stuck with one another until you either finish this apprenticeship or quit, so my apologies for trying to make this a little less dull for the both of us.”

“Yeah. Okay, fine.”

“So? How was it? You never said.”

“Because it wasn’t a date, Kuroo.”

He finally looks up at you, eyebrows raised in amusement. “Does he know that? Because guys don’t look at people like that unless they’re into them.”

You roll your eyes, helping yourself to one of Akaashi’s clean mugs as you pour yourself a cup of coffee. You raise the pot in a silent question to Kuroo who just gives a slight nod in answer. Two steaming mugs on the counter. Cream and sugar for him. Black for you. 

“We’ve talked about it.”

“And?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a nosy bastard?”

For the first time since you’ve known him, you swear Kuroo smiles at you, a true genuine smile as if he doesn’t hate your presence after all. There’s the faintest glint of mischief in his eyes as his lips shift into a smirk. “I’m not nosy. I’m just curious.”

“Curious about things that don’t concern you, like usual,” Akaashi states as he passes behind you to refill his mug from the fresh pot. He turns his attention towards you. “Ignore him. He’s a gossip at best, and meddlesome at worst.”

“I do not meddle!”

Akaashi slowly draws his eyes away from his mug to stare blankly at Kuroo. “Do you want to tell that to Tsukishima or should I?”

“Okay, so I meddled once,” Kuroo states, splaying his hands out as if it was only natural to get in the middle of another person’s business every now and then.

You didn’t know that it was possible to roll your eyes with such overwhelming drama until you saw the unparalleled amount of sass that Akaashi threw into that single movement. Steel blue eyes met amber in a look that could only be described as complete and utter disbelief. No words passed between the tattoo artist and the clerk for a long moment, just facial expressions of exasperation as a silent conversation took place.

Until Akaashi gave up, groaning in frustration. “You sent that poor barista flowers every week on Tsukki’s behalf! You can’t do that, Kuroo! You can’t go to the coffee shop and flirt with him and then say, ‘Oh, hey! Actually, my friend is really into you’. That’s meddling, Kuroo.”

“It wasn’t even that bad,” he scoffs.

“Tsukki got blocked and you’re no longer welcome at that coffee shop.”

“So, he wasn’t into my pick-up lines! How is that my problem?”

“You harassed him!”

Amber eyes dart over to you at the stifled snort that you were trying to hide behind your hand. The sneer that you’ve come to know all too well pulls at Kuroo’s features. “You got something to say, kid?”

You choke down your laughter, struggling to swallow those final giggles as you shake your head. “Nothing! Nothing. It’s just not surprising that you don’t have any game.”

“I have game!”

“Yeah? And that’s why you’re still single and trying to weasel your way into my love life?” You tease, leaning forward against the counter to push the nonchalance as you quirk an eyebrow at him.

But his mouth just grows into a smirk as he matches your posture. “So you admit it? You’re seeing him?”

And that was all it took for you to push away in frustration, hands in the air as you walked away from this nightmare conversation. You’d rather be repainting the walls with a detail brush before you had to put up with his shit any longer.

Silence dances in the front of the shop allowing Kuroo to return to the flash sheet in front of him. It stays that way for a while, the clacking of Akaashi’s keyboard being the only thing to fill the silence in the early hours of the shop.

He doesn’t even look at Kuroo when he starts talking again, eyes solely focused on responding to the floods of e-mails from the previous evening. “Do you care?”

“About what?” Kuroo mumbles, swishing his brush in a glass of water, watching the water turn to that same electric blue color that he had been using only moments before.

“You know what. Daishou and Y/N.”

Kuroo’s scoff is enough of an answer, but just to further push his point, he looks up to look at the clerk. “No, Akaashi. I don’t care.”

And Akaashi just nods, glancing at his friend from the corner of his eye to where Kuroo was staring at the curtain towards the back of the shop, the direction that you since disappeared as if he was willing you to return. “Sure.”

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#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #x reader #inked #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #tattoo artist au #tattoo artist kuroo

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

As someone who loves the nightmare before christmas, I need to ask. What's Yuu's dynamic with the cast (obviosly not the whole cast). Maybe like Jack, Sally, Oggie Boogie, and possibly Lock, Shock, and Barrel. Since they're the most iconics characters.

P.S. I absolutly adore your work. And you actually got me to watch the House of Mouse on Youtube.

The Pumpkin King and Queen of Halloweentown absolutely adore Yuu! She's so sweet and kind and very much unlike the citizens of their town. Since Sally was raised in isolation like Rapunzel and Quasimodo, she's a member of Yuu's book club and Yuu loves to teach both her and Jack about the human world. Jack loves anything new so meeting this strange new girl from another world. He tells her all about the scary creatures that he's friends with and tells her what he knows about ghosts if she wants to know more about her dormmates at Ramshackle. He also tells her all of his most effective scaring techniques in case anyone tries to hurt her.

You can't tell me that Mickey doesn't hire the Nightmare Before Christmas cast to perform 'This Is Halloween' every Halloween for the club's opening performance.

Also I love the fact that Jack is the king when the devil is literally a resident there.

Like The Shadow man, Oogie Boogie would try to rope Yuu into a rigged casino game before he is swiftly thwarted by Jack and Sally. Since he's the boogie man, he definitely knows what everyone's worst fear is but when he realised that Yuu didn't fear him, he was very impressed - I mean she may not be a young child but she is still a teenager and he knows fully grown adults that pass out at the sight of him. She even rescued his bugs from Timon and Pumbaa for him with a smile. He's not as charmed to her as everyone else is but he has some respect for her. He also knows just how much fear she has for her current situation and how scared she is living in a magical world where she's powerless and the only girl. Whenever the villains have poker nights at the club, he forces her to listen to him teaches her how to play. Perhaps he can get a one up on Jack if she likes him more.

He has a lot of amusement in scaring Jamil though, much to the displeasure of Jafar and Yuu.

Lock, Shock and Barrel are basically like the other villainous henchmen where they like Yuu because she treats them nicely and their boss likes her.

By the way thank you so much for that! House of Mouse was literally one of my favourite childhood cartoons and I love the fact that there are others that like it as well.

#house of mouse au #asks #twisted wonderland #twst #twst yuu #fem yuu

[hippielittlemetalhead]

Inspired by some posts I've seen on my dash recently that had me THINKING... So imagine with me for a moment

Callahan is actually Phillip Callahan Harrington. Just. Picture it for a second...

He's born 8 1/2 months after [what's his name] Harrington marries his highschool sweetheart right out of highschool in a beautiful but kind of rushed ceremony. They immediately jet off on some months long honeymoon trip across Europe then stop in New York to visit the extended Harrington clan and come back to Hawkins with a bouncing baby boy. It is a well known secret that obviously [have they named her yet] Harrington nee [Idk, Callahan? To explain Phil's middle name] was pregnant when they got married and they tried to hide it but that's the sort of thing you just can't hide in a small town.

Life goes on and Adultering Asshole Harrington has a near miss with a young secretary so Mrs. Socialite Save Face Harrington decides they should have another baby. Especially since their first son was not living up to Harrington expectations. So they have Steve. Phil isn't sure about the baby they bring home just after Christmas (Or Halloween? Not sure which I like better tbh) but Mom says babies make families happy so maybe mom and dad will argue less.

They don't. Phil tries to protect his baby brother best he can but there's only so much he can do when the kid refuses to see what pieces of shit their parents are. As soon as he turns 18 he does what he needs to join the police force because his father seemed to hate that he could never buy the Hawkins police department and Phillip wants that. He wants to be able to tell his father no and know that the man just has to accept it.

He stays in touch with Steve who asks why his name tag by his badge says Callahan (his middle name) and he tells his baby brother that he wants as little to do with their folks as possible. Life goes on and Jim Hopper comes back to town in '79 just as his folks basically leave for good. He's 23 and Steve is just turned 13 and he does what he can to help the kid, stays over most weekdays only heading to his small apartment when Steve has groups of friends over or the two brothers just need some space from each other. By the time Steve is a Junior (about 16/17) Phil is only staying over when Steve asks or if the chief and Powell are on his case about the parties his kid brother, "King Steve" as they've heard some of the youth calling him, keeps throwing and the only way he knows to make sure Steve doesn't host a rager is if the kid knows he's in the house.

Then Will Byers goes missing shortly followed by the Holland girl. Nancy Wheeler confesses the two girls were at a small 'party' at the Harrington place and Phil isn't able to intercept Flo before she calls his folks, he calls Steve to warn him their parents might be making a visit once the secretary forwards Flo's message about Steve's peripheral involvement in the case

#the ramblings of a madman #rambler's thoughts #stranger things thoughts

[hiveworks]

Vampires, Witches, and Magic

Interview with Eric Lide and Angélica María

October 2023

Solstoria by Angélica María (aka: @charmwitch) and Ozzie the Vampire by Eric Lide (aka: @ericlide) are celebrating their 10th year anniversaries! We're diving into these absolute webcomic legends to learn more about their creative process in a joint interview with María and Lide.

Ozzie the Vampire is a webcomic about a vampire gal named Ozzie and her best friend Kimmy who find themselves protecting the town of Gloomburg, New Jersey, which seems to always find itself under the constant assault of demonic forces from the underworld. Sometimes they even learn something!

Solstoria is follows a girl named Samantha and her brother, Lawrence, who carries the weight of protecting his family on his shoulders. When he goes missing, Samantha embarks on an adventure to become a knight.

For a look behind the scenes at these two webcomic series, read on!

It's spooky season, and both of your comics have themes of the supernatural. What kinds of creepy or magical energy do you bring into your comic?

Eric Lide:

I think the demons in Ozzie the Vampire bring the creepy energy for sure. A lot of them have bizarre and impractical anatomy, and they’re pretty enthusiastic about eating people.  Magic is a constant presence in the story as well, mostly through the spells Kimmy and Grimsley use to help Ozzie fight the bad guys.

Angélica María:

To start off, let's talk about the environments! There are certain areas and themes in Solstoria based around my love of Halloween! I'm not from the continental United States, so I've always loved the idea of a spooky air, or of pumpkins and ghosts. The Wayward Lands and Farmlands, two prominent areas spoken about in the story, are themed after the fall season in the United States. Besides that, witches carry a great importance in the story. They are magically gifted individuals of any gender, who purify the air and specialize in magics that are of help to the greater good of society. A witch is someone who can tame ghosts, calm uneven levels of magic in the city, and provide useful trinkets and charms for the everyday chore. They're just neat! Pointy hats are all the rage, too.

Which character in your comic would survive a horror movie?

EL:

Well Ozzie is more or less immortal, so she could probably sleepwalk her way through any horror movie scenario…

AM:

Oddly enough, I feel like Samantha and Oksana (eventually) have the calmest head on their shoulders. Most of the adults would probably be fine, Huxley would serve as a great merchant in between sanctuaries, but as for the rest… Actually, who's to say Solstoria isn't secretly horror…

A decade is a long time to be telling a story! Congratulations! How has your comic changed over the course of its publication?

EL:

When I first started out, I was just kind of drawing whatever and not thinking too much about the future. At that time, I was just trying to cram in as many fight scenes or gags as possible. Over the years though, I’ve come to love these characters and I think about them nonstop, so I’ve been writing more scenarios that challenge them on a personal level. There’s even a bit of romance coming up, which would’ve been unthinkable to me ten years ago.

AM:

Thank you so much! I burnt out for a few years, so you can definitely see my art style and narrative changing. I hope it's not... toooooooooo drastic of a change, but I always told myself to experiment on my pages and change things as I saw fit. If you re-read Solstoria, you will simply see my art evolve with no care of consistency. I apologize if this is glaring, but honestly- it's fun! One of the biggest changes now that I'm working on the story again is that we've swapped protagonists! Currently, we're seeing the story through Lawrence's eyes. Samantha's elder brother is possessed by a crow god, but he still thinks of his family first. Hopefully, they can figure something out together though!

What motivates you to keep going?

EL:

I’ve always been drawing comics since I was very young, so it’s hard to say. I think once a story is in me, it has to come out in some form, even if it takes forever or no one is interested in reading it. That said, comments– audience response of any kind, really– is always a huge boost for me.

Solstoria has an electric 2010s anime flavor. What kind of series inspire you? Do you have any manga or comic recs?

AM:

Oh, I appreciate the comparison, but I wish to counter it- Solstoria is heavily inspired by Japanese RolePlaying Games! Specifically, games created by Capcom, GameArts, Square-Enix, and a few others on top of that! I do have a few anime I quite enjoy, like Princess Tutu formulated my brain intensely. I highly recommend watching this show if you want to experience a masterpiece! If you just want a good time, I also quite like Slayers! As for video games, I have so many to recommend! I love Fire Emblem, Breath of Fire, Star Ocean, LUNAR, Lufia... and so much more! All of these games are close to my heart, but stylistically, I think the Disgaea series has a lot of visual influence on Solstoria.

Ozzie the Vampire has a cool punk flair that reminds me of webcomics I liked from the 2000s. Where do you draw inspiration from? Do you have any zine or webcomic recommendations?

EL:

Music was a big influence on Ozzie! There’s a lot of references to my favorite punk and metal records throughout the series, some obvious, others not so much. I always wanted the comic to look something like a scrappy punk zine. I don’t get to read many webcomics these days, but Boxcar City Rush has been a recent favorite.

What can fans of your series look forward to in the coming year?

EL:

More updates, hopefully. This year was a bit sparse due to working on my debut graphic novel, The Champion of Draeland, but I’ve been wrapping that up and eager to dive back into Ozzie. I have many other graphic novels on the way though, so balancing both worlds is going to be an interesting challenge.

AM:

I'm very ahead of schedule, so I hope I can keep the momentum going. We're learning quite a bit about Samantha's brother, Lawrence, but we will also learn soon about another character who is pivotal to both siblings. He's a quiet, gentle person who tries to take on things on his own, and it doesn't go his way. Also murder. There may be murder.

What is the best way for fans of your series to support you?

EL:

Leaving comments, reblogging and sharing updates, all that stuff really helps for sure! Fan art always brightens my day. I have a Patreon as well where I post early updates and behind-the-scenes material for only $2 a month. And of course, supporting my graphic novels once they release!

AM:

Honestly I really just love comments and tags on tumblr and twitter! If you wish to support me, you can always see early updates on Patreon! Thank you so much! But honestly, I just want to hear feedback from people and hear their thoughts and feelings about my work. It makes me so very happy.

Read Solstoria and Ozzie the Vampire for free and follow @charmwitch and @ericlide for updates!

#comic #webcomic #vampire #witches #hiveworks #solstoria #ozzie the vampire #blog #interview

[narabea06]

* Peaks head around corner *

Gimme Toby HCs?

Hmmmmm I think I can do that- *pulls out giant book of headcanons* They should be under T, I believe-

Toby Headcanons Part 2!!

Here's part 1 if you want to read more of my Toby headcanons to understand my AU a bit more

TW: Implied Su!c!dal Ideation, Alcohol

Him and Nina are best friends, and have been since highschool. His disappearance was the first among the friend group before Clockwork's, and was what pushed Nina to isolate herself. They are both reunited now, and Toby believes it's his fault Nina ended up wrongfully joining Jeff, but Nina keeps telling them that it isn't.

Halloween is actually his favorite holiday.

Back when he was a proxy, him, Cody, and Clockwork were all very close. Cody often would tease Toby for having a soft spot for Clockwork, like a little brother would. Like an older brother would, Toby would hide Cody's shit as payback.

When Clockwork first met Toby, she instinctively attacked him until the other proxies ran over and told her to stop. Toby was petty about this for months until Clockwork apologized.

Toby hates himself, and has been trying to cope with that since he was 12. He doesn't believe he deserves a happy ending or good friends, or a loving partner, or a good brother and sister, but he has somewhat come to accept that he can't bear the lose everything that he has left right now, and does not want to give up what little he actually is happy about in his life for once.

He only say a few things still from when he was a kid, one of them being Lyra's old lanyard she used to hang from her belt. He now wears around his neck constantly, and hangs his apartment keys on it. Sometimes he even jingles it as a stim.

Toby hates the smell and taste of alcohol, and will actively leave a room if someone is drinking it in the same room as him.

They aren't too big on being called nicknames besides Toby, and the only two he is actually fine with are "babe" and "cinnamon", and only Clockwork is allowed to call him those.

Toby tends to bite at his nails a lot and often does not even realize when to stop since he can't feel it.

His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation.

He's the kind of person to give you an awkward thumbs up and just say "that's cool" if you came out to him.

Slenderman was actually considered an urban legend in their town, like like Bloody Mary and Sirenhead, so when Toby told people that he was seeing Slenderman everywhere, nobody believed him, other than some conspiracy theorists.

He is actually rather short (5'2"), especially in comparison to the other proxies. The only proxy who was shorter than him was Cody, and Cody is three years younger.

Toby is an Atheist.

Toby was never really a great traditional artist, but does find painting relaxing, and sometimes will paint as a form of art therapy. He even has a small portfolio full of random art pieces that make sense to nobody else but him, and he's okay with that, so those paintings weren't for anyone but him.

Cody will sometimes randomly take pictures with Toby when they least expect it using one of Skully's old cameras, or with Toby just in the background, mostly because Toby hates being in photos and will sometimes purposefully hide their face from the camera, or will take the camera beforee Cody cab take the picture.

They do not know how to tie a knot, and therefore doesn't know how to tie sneakers, even as an adult, and now they feel too embarrassed to ask for somebody to show them.

Breakfast food in general is a small comfort for them since Connie would often make him and Lyra breakfast for dinner on the nights she saw they were particularly down. Toby tries his best to recreate Connie's cooking, but keeps not making it right, and ends up having to throw it away because his food sensory issues physically won't let him eat it if it's not exactly the way she used to make it.

He doesn't have a phone, though he has been working towards getting one, but is scared that Slender will somehow track him through it or something.

He listens to cavetown.

Toby can hold his breath for a surprisingly long time, and almost even joined the swim team in highschool.

He was terrified of cats as a kid, and refused to get one or be near one. Toby has been trying to work on his fear though now that he's an adult, and even sometimes leaves food outside his window for the stray cats in the neighborhood.

Toby steals dice from every board game he plays just so he can have a tiny dice bag in his backpack to make little click-clack noises when he shakes it.

He read Percy Jackson in middle school, and sometimes studies Greek mythology.

#creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rogers #ticciwork #nina the killer #jeff the killer #x virus #lyra rogers #connie rogers #creepypasta headcanon

[bigtreefest]

The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond: pick me up and sling me over your shoulder like those bags of grain pls (edit to title after watching through: Men are stupid)

I’ve never done a complete 180° flip on characters like this in a movie before. Let’s go through it, shall we?

This movie did NOT offer subtitles, and I’d be lying if I said it was easy to understand the southern accents without them. And that’s with my keen ability to understand a Pittsburgh accent, which is arguably worse at times.

Absolutely wild, but when do I not exaggerate and say that? This is somewhat of a play-by-play of what was going through my mind as I watched.

First off, CE was to die for in the movie. I don’t know exactly what it was about it (I know exactly what it was) but I fell in love. Country accent Chris Evans is something else, but Boston accent is much better. But this is a good look, I like it.

Such a simple man with a good heart, and smart enough to get a scholarship to ole miss!? He seemed decent, and the acting was actually pretty good.

The little clueless look of mild discomfort on his face the whole time was so adorable. Any time he was at a party or visiting his mother. I also took note of the way this disappeared as soon as he was home with his dad. As soon as he was in his domain and in control. This is me commending his ability to portray that dichotomy of environments.

But fr, like, how does everyone know who he is and not say anything about him being poor?

I love the way he turned down Caroline at the dance tho. He very obviously does not want to be there, but isn’t that the point? But that statement about him being hired by Fisher struck an alarm for me. Is she almost fetishizing the poor boy?

Fishy is outta left field. It’s unfortunate she’s been forced into this kind of a life, but she’s… a lot.

Also, it’s movies like this that remind me how much the south lags in terms of modernity and stays rooted in tradition sometimes. Like, if you think about it, this takes place at a very similar time as to when Steeb was growing up in Brooklyn in cap, but like, it’s totally worlds away.

Omg, not him hinting at being an escort to make ends meet and get his mom better. He’s ready to sell his soul and body to this girl for his ma and a condition that can’t really heal.

Vinnie definitely saw the diamond in the driveway. I saw her look down when she first saw Jimmy.

Omg not Jimmy having a condom on him during that strip search. Iolllllll

Also also, not the assisted suicide. This lady on her death bed is really spitting facts. It’s a rude awakening for dear Fishy. She knows how much she loves Jimmy and knows that really should be her number one concern.

Poor thing is just peculiar and no one gets her. But to be fair, she does not make it easy.

Fishy, have fun in Europe. You deserve it. You need to get outta this town. It’s not for you. Rip. She doesn’t leave.

I JUST SQUEALED. The way he backed her up against that wall when she’s talking about the way he dresses. I’m gonna throw up. Do that to me. Please. Oop. She struck a nerve talking about his father.

The boys in the yard absolutely suck. All boys in this movie suck.

Why does Jimmy like Vinnie so much? Everyone else very evidently does not.

Dude, tbh the postman game makes me uncomfortable. No need for all this young adult fornication is too much.

I get it’s Halloween, but these costumes and masks are fucking creepy as hell. I didn’t sign up for Fishy’s opium fever dream. She is good at playing the piano tho. Poor thing is in pain.

I FUCKING KNEW IT. Vinnie sucks. And Jimmy just slept with her!!! I’m CRYING. THIS IS SO FUCKED UP. I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT, JIMMY. I BLAME BOTH OF YOU, LITTLE BITCHES. (This was very evidently the moment of the switch-up. Little horny bastardized ruining everything. Keep it in your pants until you have the full story.) (I’m not hating on him for sleeping with Vinnie, I’m hating on him for not seeing Vinnie’s poor character sooner.)

Fisher, you’re a queen, calling Jimmy a scared little boy in the dark. Jimmy, you ARE such a stupid little boy. No way you like these people even though you say you do. Everyone here sucks. This all is making me soupy saddy in the bad way.

Not her saying Jimmy is like god to her. Fishy!!!! You know nothing of what he’s done.

He convinced Vinnie to give back the Diamond. I TOLD YOU knew that she stole it. I really don’t know what he saw in her. Sure, no shame in being poor, but she still kinda sucks

Now that Jimmy is driving Fishy home, he’s still being a little bitch. Check yourself, boy, I swear.

Ohhhhhh. He didn’t want to be with Fisher bc he thinks she can do better than him? I mean, agreed, but that’s still no excuse for your immorality.

They both know she doesn’t belong, but she’s got a lot to stay for. Use your Paris education to fix the world, girl!!!

Despite Jimmy’s amusement of Fisher at the first party and his confession at the end, she still does not get enough credit besides the one lady on her deathbed

Poor Fisher knows no one will ever love her or see her for who she truly is. This is so sad. So I guess he finally kissed her at the levee? What an unsatisfying ending. Fishy deserves the world and Jimmy is such a BOY😭🙄.

#fisher deserved better #Jimmy how could you #he was still hot tho but only physically not emotionally #spoiler alert #spoiler warning #jimmy dobyne #the loss of a teardrop Diamond movie review #Chris Evans #the loss of a teardrop Diamond #Chris Evans movie review #movie review #the loss of a teardrop Diamond review

[ghostvampiregalgazerock]

My Little Neko (Dori Sakurada x Yuta Nakamoto) 🔞

A/N - Hello! This is my first time writing this kind of...thing. But I love writing Yaoi. I never wrote this kind of thing before. Well I did write smut before, BUT NOT LIKE THIS! PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME, IT'S MY FIRST TIME! Well, Yuta x Dori is one of my favorite ships at the moment, and I can't stop thinking of them! Yuta x NCT boys like Taeyong or Jaehyun are hot, but I'm in the mood for Yuta x Dori! Ryo Suzaki (Yuta's character from High & Low the Worst X) x Suguru Niigari (Dori's character from Alice in Borderland)! Also, they were Hayate (Yuta) and Mima (Dori) from the Live action of Play it Cool Guys. Also, they are husbands in this story, I was thinking boyfriends, but too classic, and they are soulmates. NO HATE. THIS IS JUST FOR FUN!

WARNING: SMUT AHEAD! EXTREME SMUT AHEAD!

“Hmmm.” Yuta hummed as he was bored and rested his chin on his husband’s shoulder from behind. “Hm? What’s wrong?” Dori asked his husband while he looked at a cookbook he held in his hands that he grabbed from the shelf. “Nothing.” Yuta said while pouting. Dori chuckles at his husband’s adorable actions before setting the cookbook back on the shelf.  

“Really?” Dori asked as he raised an eyebrow while he looks at his husband. “I just want your attention.” Yuta said before he wrapped his arms around his waist. “We will be done with shopping soon, and you can cuddle me all you want at home.” Dori said before he petted his husband’s hair. 

Dori always thinks his husband is like a cat a lot. He was clingy, and he didn’t mind it. He loved it when he was clingy to him like a lost kitten who needed attention and love.

“What happens if it ain’t just cuddles?” Yuta asked seductively yet quietly so no one heard. Dori chuckles at the thought of that. “Patience, my love.” Dori said as he gave him a peck on the lips. “What is patience though, since you are irresistible after all.” Yuta smirked as he gave him another peck on the lips. 

Married for a year now, Dori knows his husband had a bit of a dangerous and seductive side in him when they first started dating. Which he loves, though. As they take turns of who’s top or bottom in bed, he loves to see his husband being on top of him. But he loves it more when he’s bottom. 

The couple left the store while holding hands after buying a few things from the store. “Should we head to the grocery store to make dinner tonight or takeout?” Yuta asked while he was walking around town with his husband. “Hmmm, let me think.” Dori said as he was thinking of what to have for dinner tonight. 

Dori stops walking with his husband to Yuta’s confusion as he notices a pair of cat ears with cat tail plugs. It was next to a sign saying, “50% on our Cat Set!” Dori then realized it wasn’t an ordinary cat set. Not one of those typical costume cat sets for Halloween. The Cat Tail wasn’t a normal clip-on to put on the back of your pants. It was actually a…plug. He then realized it was at an Adult Store. 

Dori wondered if this would suit his husband since he thinks of him like a cat. He also thinks this would be great to see his husband wearing these in bed since he saw him wear the ears as a sweet innocent kitty. 

“Dori?” Yuta asked his husband to snap back to reality. “What are you look-” Yuta froze as his face turned red as he realized what his husband was looking at. 

“Takeout for dinner.” Dori said what he wanted for dinner since they would be tired of cooking after having some fun together before he dragged his husband into the store. “Eh?!! Dori?!!” Yuta said, all surprised as he dragged into the store with his husband, who was holding his hand still. 

Yuta was lost in words of what he was looking at. He blushed really hard to see dildos on the shelves. They were in different sizes also. He was thinking about how the big one will fit. Even though he prefers not to use those kinds of toys. He and his husband were old-fashioned when they had sex together. He was kind of surprised that his husband wanted to try something like this. Well, it’s worth a try.

“Hi! Welcome!” They were greeted by a female worker wearing a revealing devil costume and dark makeup behind the cashier. “Hi.” Dori smiled at the cashier. “How can I help you, boys?” She asked kindly. “My husband and I saw your sign for your sale on your cat set at your window. Where can we find them?” Dori asked. 

“Oh, you saw the sign for them? We just put them on sale today, and glad you two are interested in them! My wife, who’s also my work partner, will escort you two to them. Hina!” The cashier calls out for someone.

“Hai?” Another female worker comes in wearing a bit of a revealing angel costume that matches her makeup. “Well, you take these gentlemen to our cat set section?” The cashier asked. “Oh hai! This way, boys!” The worker said as she escorted the boys to their section. 

Yuta was still blushing about what he was seeing while walking with his husband and the female worker. His eyes went wide when he saw the BDSM and Bondage section. He knows Dori wouldn’t do this kind of act to him since it doesn’t suit them.

“Here they are, boys!” The female worker exclaimed happily as they arrived at the cat ear section. “Oooh! Look at them!” Dori said while he looked at them, amazed. Yuta blushed that all of them came with tail plugs. “Don’t worry. I won’t leash you.” Dori said as he kissed his husband on the cheek. 

“We have ones without leashes. Don’t worry. There’s some with nipple clamps if you are interested?” The worker asked. “No. Not into that kind of thing.” Dori said. “Ah, got it. What about vibrators? One of our tails in our set is a vibrator if you are interested.” The female worker said. 

The boys were quiet for a moment, thinking about it. “Worth a shot to try this kind of scene for our sex life.” Dori smirked. Yuta looks at his husband, a bit surprised. “I see. But with it, as a tail for the cat set makes it fun.” The female worker smiled. 

“Do they have a bell that jingles on the collar?” Dori asked. “Bell?!” Yuta stares at him, surprised. “Oh yes! Even on the tail and ears!” The worker exclaimed happily. Yuta stares at him in surprise again while blushing. 

“Ah, good to hear! Any color your husband would like?” The female worker asked while she looked at Yuta. Yuta snaps back to reality and looks at the girl. “Ah, I was thinking of black and red with a floral design.” Yuta said shyly. “OH! YOU HAVE GOOD TASTE! I KNOW WHAT SET YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT! ALLOW TO GET THAT FOR YOU!” She said happily before she walked away and looked for what Yuta wanted. 

“She’s right. You do have good taste.” Dori smiled as he looks at his husband. “Well…” Yuta said shyly. “What’s wrong?” Dori asked. “Oh, I’m just surprised to be in this…kind of…store…and you are into…this kind of…thing.” Yuta said, all shy while blushing still. “Well… I’m not. But I wanted to see you do a naughty side as a cat since I see your innocent side of a cat.” Dori smirked. 

“Oh? Is this what this is about?” Yuta smirked before he wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck. “Well…why not.” Dori smirked while he wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist. 

“But I still prefer your cock, though.” Yuta said seductively as he came closer to his husband’s face. “I know. The plug will be only used for the kitty play.” Dori said before he kissed his husband. 

“I FOUND IT!” The couple pulled away from each other as they saw the female worker come in with the set. “Ah, gomen. Didn’t mean to interrupt you two.” She apologized. “No. You are fine. We were just lost in the moment to each other.” Dori said kindly. 

“Quite alright. Me and my wife are like that as well.” The girl smiled before giving Yuta the set, and he thanked her. “Is there anything else you two are looking for?” She asked. “I think that’s all.” Dori said. “Hai. Arigato.” Yuta said. “Ah, good to hear. My wife will ring you two up.” The girl smiled. “Arigato.” They smiled.

At the cashier, “OOHH!! YOU HAVE GOOD TASTE!! This is a really popular set based on the design.” The cashier said while checking the boys out. “Arigato.” Yuta said shyly while he paid the cashier. “It will look great on you.” The cashier smiled as she passed their set with the bag of their set in there. Yuta blushed shyly. “It will.” Dori chuckled softly yet seductively as he spanked Yuta’s ass, though gently, causing Yuta to flinch and his face turn red. 

Dori smirked at how he flinched. He was definitely a cat to him. He imagined him with a tail that would go up if he flinched. 

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AT HOME: 

Yuta stared at the cat set that was lying neatly on top of the bed. The fur was black with a red tint. On each of the ears were garnet red ribbons with a black tint at the bottom, and both had red colored small bells. It did also have bright red blossoms on the ears. 

The tail matched the ears perfectly. However, there were two ribbons on the tail. The first ribbon was on top near the plug with the bright red blossoms on the bow and the same bell on top of the ribbon except for the ribbon that’s at the bottom tip of the tail and still had the bell.

The collar was satin black with a red trim and had a bright red blossoms design on there. Upfront, the collar has the same bow with the bell dangling from the bow.  

“You gonna put it on or stare at it all day?” Dori teased as he entered the bedroom and stood beside his husband. “I’m admiring it before I put it on…I’m surprised that…the tail is a sex toy.” Yuta said shyly. 

“Oi oi oi. It’s only used for the set. I still know you prefer me over a toy. I also prefer you over that thing in you.” Dori said as he wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist and pulled him closer.

Yuta chuckles as he wraps his arms around his husband’s neck. “Oh, is that so?” Yuta teased as he kissed his husband on the lips. “Hmm mmm.” Dori hummed against the kiss. 

“I see.” Yuta smirked against the kiss as he unbuttoned his husband’s shirt. Dori chuckles against the kiss as he unbutton his husband’s shirt before it slips off of him and lands on the floor. “Get that set on as soon I strip you down completely.” Dori mumbled as he unbuckled his husband’s belt before unbuttoning the button on his jeans. 

Yuta chuckles seductively as his husband unzips his pants, and he slips his husband’s shirt off of him as it lands on the floor. Dori then slips his husband’s jeans down to his ankles along with his boxers. Dori admires his husband’s naked form in front of him. 

He was like a living piece of artwork to him. He admired his hip tattoos, belly piercing, and arm tattoo. 

Yuta admires his husband’s bare upper body. He was definitely a model with a body like that. He was gorgeous and couldn’t get his eyes off of his toned abs. 

“Get your set on, and I will help you with the tail.” Dori said as he stroked his husband’s chin. Yuta chuckles as he grabs his husband’s hand before he, kisses the tip of his husband’s finger before bringing it into his mouth and sucks on it. 

Dori smirks at his husband’s actions. Yuta pulls his finger out of his mouth as he licks his lips. “Get ready for what you are about to see.” He said before he let go of his hand and began to prepare himself in the set. 

He grabs the ears before he puts them on his head. Dori helped him with the collar, and it didn’t make it too tight on him. 

Now it was time for the tail. “Bend over, my love.” Dori said as he grabbed the tail from the bed. Yuta obeyed and got on his hands and knees on the bed. His ass was up facing his husband.

Dori smirks at the view of his husband’s ass as he gets lube from their drawer. “It won’t be long, so stay still as I get the tail ready.” He said as he opened the lube before putting it on the plug to make it easier to put it in. 

Yuta pouts at what his husband said. “Hurry! I feel impatient already!” Yuta teased. Dori chuckles as he sets the lube on his nightstand. “I know kittens like you can be really impatient.” Dori said he placed a hand on his ass. He strokes his cheek with his thumb. 

Yuta almost felt himself getting hard as he felt his husband’s hand on his ass. He would want him to fuck him right now if he spank his ass when he playfully teases him, also.  

“Hold still.” Dori said as he squeezed his ass to have more access to his entrance making Yuta grunt in delight. 

“3…2…1…” Dori counted down as he slowly slid the tail plug into his husband’s rim. Yuta moaned and gasped with delight as he felt the plug in him. It was weird that it wasn’t his husband’s cock. Though it was interesting, he decided to try something like this. 

Dori stepped away from the bed to admire what he was seeing. “Stand and look at me.” Dori said. Yuta slowly gets up from the bed. He slowly turns his head to look at his husband without turning his body. 

He definitely looked like a cat to him. It suited him perfectly. His cheeks were red due to him blushing, which suited him perfectly. Innocent and sexy at the same time.  

“Oh…” Dori moaned as he felt himself getting hard against his pants and boxers. “It still feels weird that…I feel something…different…in me. That isn’t you.” Yuta said shyly. “Can my cock do this?” Dori asked with a sly smirk. 

“Do what?” Yuta asked, a bit confused. Dori grabs a remote out of his pants pocket. He smirks before he presses a button on it. Yuta gasped loudly as he felt something vibrating, realizing it was the tail plug in him. He got on his knees on the floor, losing control to stand on his feet due to the pleasure from the plug taking over of him. 

Dori smirks to see his husband on the floor while clenching the bed sheets. “Ah…” Yuta moaned as he arched his back. His cock was standing still and hard from this. Yuta lets go of the bed and lies back on the floor. 

“Are you sure you prefer my cock?” Dori teased while he raised an eyebrow. “Y-Y-Y-Ye-AH~!” Yuta moaned out as his husband pressed a button on the remote to put it in the next mode for the vibrator. 

“Really? It looks like the vibrator is giving you more pleasure than my cock does.” Dori said. “No!” Yuta sat up on the floor, looking at his husband. “No! I love it when you give me pleasure! Even though you aren’t in me…ah!” Yuta moaned as the plug’s vibration took him over again. 

“I still prefer you and wanted to try it as well…But I always prefer you…” Yuta breathed out. Dori raised an eyebrow, satisfied to hear what he said. “Crawl to me so you can pleasure your husband.” Dori said as he used a beckoning sign with his finger as a signal to have him come here. 

Yuta got on his hands and knees as he crawled over to his husband slowly. Dori smirks at the fact that he even walks like a cat. He was thrilled to get this set to see him like this. He was enjoying seeing this side of him as a cat. 

As Yuta finally reaches his husband. He looks up at Dori, who looks down at him in each other’s eyes with a smirk. “Ah, look at you.” He brings his hand to his chin and holds it as he bends down slightly. 

“Walking like a cat. Looking at me with your eyes sparkling while you have that little toy in you. Then the next thing you will do is pleasure me, which you enjoy doing.” He said while he stroked his husband’s chin. 

Yuta then held his husband’s wrist to hold his hand still near his face. He kisses the tip of his pointer finger before giving it a tiny lick, taking it into his mouth, and then suck on it. 

Dori stares in awe as his husband sucks one of his fingers to his pleasure, thinking he will suck him like this. Yuta stared at his husband in the eyes while still sucking on his fingers. He heard his moan mumbled against his fingers due to the plug vibrating in him still. Dori moans against his breath quietly as he felt himself getting harder against his boxers along his husband’s tongue on his finger. 

Yuta chuckles seductively at how turned on his husband is getting already. He pulls his fingers out of his mouth and licks his lips before he begins to unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his pants. “Don’t worry about the pants.” Dori moaned as he was getting impatient. 

“Eeehhh? They are nice pants you bought though, that look good on you.” Yuta teased as he began to unzip them. “I thought you liked it when I’m not wearing anything.” Dori teased. “True.” Yuta giggled seductively as he slipped his pants off and boxers until they reached his ankles.

Yuta smirks at his husband’s hard veiny cock standing tall before his eyes. “Ah…Look at that.” Yuta chuckles as he holds it before stroking it slowly. Dori moans as his husband strokes him. 

“Now…here comes the fun…” Yuta moaned before he flicked his tongue on the tip of his husband’s member, causing Dori to gasp with pleasure and bend his head back. Yuta wraps his lips around the tip before sucking. 

Dori moans as he turns up the vibration on the plug to make it more exciting before he grabs the back of his husband’s hair but in a ponytail. Yuta moans around his husband’s cock, making it vibrate to his husband’s pleasure. 

Yuta felt like he going to come any moment from the plug. He and Dori weren’t that couple to control when it’s good to come anytime when they are in this heat of the moment. But he had a dirty thought about when he wanted to come. 

Dori shoves his head down gently to make him go deeper on sucking him. Yuta was about to gag but had good reflexes as he bobbed his head. Dori moans as he feels his husband’s tongue on his cock. Yuta gripped both of his thighs to keep still. 

“F…Fuck…” Dori moaned as he came into his husband’s mouth. His husband lets go of Yuta’s hair as he pulls his mouth away from his cock before he swallows his cum. 

Dori presses stop on the vibrator to give his husband a break from it. To his surprise, he didn’t come yet. Does he prefer his husband most to a toy? Yuta lets out a deep sigh of exhaustion from it for a moment before he then licks the pre cum that was on the tip of his husband’s cock.  

He looks up at his husband with a smirk on his face. Yuta chuckles as he licks his lips. “A very dirty kitty you are.” Dori said. “What happened to the sweet innocent kitty cat I knew?” He asked. “He ran away.” Yuta answered. Dori helps him stand on his feet. 

He held him by the waist while still holding the remote in his hands as Yuta held on to him with his arms around his neck before giving him a long passionate peck on the lips. Dori pulls away slowly with his forehead resting on his.

“You didn’t come yet, and you are still hard, though after that plug was vibrating in you after all this time.” Dori said as he sneaked his hand to his crotch. 

“Oh, that little toy is something, but the pleasure from it wasn’t the same. Even though you had control over that vibrator, I still prefer your cock in me…as always.” Yuta smirked. 

“Still old fashion, eh?” Dori smirked as he gave him a teasing peck on the lips. “Yeah. You are also. But what we are trying out is quite interesting.” Yuta teased as he gave him another peck on the lips. 

The kiss then turns into a fiery, passionate one. They moaned as their naked skins touched each other. They were in a tongue-dominant battle, thinking about which one of them would win. 

Dori, who was still kissing his husband, pulled them to the bed. Yuta moans as he is pinned down to bed by his husband as he wins a tongue-dominant battle. 

Dori grunts at his loss but lets his husband top as he lets his tongue explore everywhere in his mouth. He moans as their tongues dance again. He puts the remote on the nightstand before he tops him again. 

Here comes his inner cat again. He felt his fingernails scratch his shoulder blades to his pleasure. He moans as he deepens the kiss causing Yuta to moan against the kiss. They pulled out slowly, gasped for air, and stared at each other.

They stare at each other briefly before Dori sets Yuta on the bed with his head against the pillows. He admires how his husband looks right now. 

He was lying in bed with the cat set on. His long brown locks were a mess, strands sticking to his forehead, and her bright brown orbs were staring at him. Both sexy and cute on him at the same time, which suits him perfectly. Dori still couldn’t believe that this man before him was his husband, and he was happy to be his one and only. 

Dori smirks as he admires what he is looking at. “I can’t describe how much I love seeing you like this.” Dori said. Yuta smirked at his husband’s words. Dori looks down and smirks to see his husband is still hard. 

“Still turned on, I see and want more.” Dori teased as he went down lower. Yuta blushed at what his husband would do next, but he was excited as he got close to his cock. 

He threw his head back with pleasure and gasped as he felt his husband’s hand stroke his cock before he felt his tongue on the tip of his cock. He moans with delight before Dori begins to suck.

Yuta took a fistful of hair as he guided him to go deeper. Dori, who also had good gag reflexes like his husband, continues to make his husband feel good. “Dor-AH!” Yuta moaned as he felt his husband’s tongue swirl around his cock. Dori held his thighs as he bobbed his head while still sucking him. 

Yuta was enjoying what his husband did to him as he had done to him earlier. 

Yuta moaned loudly with delight as he came into his husband’s mouth. Dori swallows before he pulls away from his husband’s cock. He smirks as he looks at him before he licks his lips and then begins to make his way to his chest. 

He comes close to his nipple before he gives it a lick causing his husband to gasp and have his head throw back against the pillows. “Dori…san…” Yuta breathed out as his husband swirls his tongue around the nipple before sucking it. 

Dori pulls away from his nipple before unbuckling his husband’s collar and throws it somewhere in the room. He admires his husband’s bare neck and has no love marks yet. 

Yuta then moans with delight as his husband kisses his neck gently. He gasps as he feels his tongue before his teeth dig into his skin. 

“Oi…not too much. We have a photo…shoot tom-AH~!” Yuta moaned out as his husband gave him another hickey on his neck. “That’s what makeup is for.” Dori smirked against his neck. “Still a lot of work…for the makeup artists…” Yuta breathed out. 

Dori smiles at how caring and sweet he is. But he knows he’s shy when he gets marks like this when they are in this moment. 

Dori then comes close to his face while licking his lips. “My sweet little neko…You ready?” He asked seductively if Yuta was ready to have him take him. 

Yuta stares at him. He was beautiful and sexy at the same time. Strands of his dark hair were sticking to his forehead due to his sweat, and the strands from the back of his hair were sticking to his nape. His dark eyes stared into him. He is so lucky to marry him. 

Yuta puts his hand behind his head as he growls seductively before he pulls his husband down into a deep passionate kiss on the lips. Yuta got on top of him while kissing him still like an animal. Dori moans against the kiss but is still enjoying it. 

Yuta then went to his chest and got close to his nipple. He kisses it before he sticks his tongue out and flicks the nipple with his tongue. Dori gasps with pleasure as he felt his husband’s tongue on his nipple. Yuta swirls his tongue around the nipple before wrapping his lips around it as he begins to suck on it. 

“Yu…” Dori moaned as his head was thrown back against the pillows and stroked the back of his husband’s hair as he sucked his nipple. Yuta pulls away as he reaches to his neck before placing gentle kisses on each side. 

Dori then moans with delight as he felt his husband’s tongue on his neck. “Yu-AH!” He moans as his husband marks him on his neck as payback for earlier, but he doesn’t mind it. Yuta looks down at his husband.

“I want you…to pull this so-called toy out of my ass…then fuck me so hard.” Yuta growled. 

Dori stares at him that he went from a shy kitty cat and was now a sexy beast in front of him. He leans up to kiss him passionately before pulling away with a smirk.  

“Then get on your hands and knees with that sexy ass of yours up.” He said seductively. 

Yuta smirked before he gave him a quick loving peck before he rolled himself off of his husband before he got on his hands and knees on the bed to be ready. 

Dori smirks to see how his husband is ready to be taken by him. The tail plug was still in him, and Yuta really wanted him to pull out. “Do it gently.” Yuta said shyly. “After dating for five years and married for almost a year, you really think I’m gonna pull this thing off of you like an animal?” Dori asked while he raised an eyebrow. 

“I know you! I don’t know how people use these…things! It’s my first time…and it still…feels weird.” Yuta said shyly. Dori smiles softly, understanding how his husband feels about this kind of thing. He knows Yuta trusts him, as Dori trusts him also.

“It’s okay. I would feel the same too.” Dori assured him softly as he patted his ass. “But I promise, we can still go back to our normal sex life without that thing which we prefer.” He said. Yuta smiles at what his husband says. 

Dori held his husband’s ass and his other hand on the tail. “Take a deep breath. I’m going to count down from three.” Dori said. “Hai.” Yuta said. 

“3…2…1.” Dori pulled out the plug gently out of his husband’s entrance. Yuta gasped as it was finally out of him. He breathed heavily and was close to collapsing on the bed from exhaustion from the plug being in him for a bit.

Dori throws the tail off the bed, and it lands on the floor. “You alright?” Dori asked as he leaned down to check on him. “Yeah…Just happy it’s finally off of me…” Yuta said as he regained his normal breath. “And I get to have you in me…” Yuta smirked as he looked at him. 

Dori smirks before he gives him a peck on the lips as he gets in position to enter his husband and grabs the lube that was on the end of the bed. “May I?” Yuta asked as he sat up on the bed and looked at his husband. 

Dori smirks, holds his husband’s hand up,, and squeezes lube onto his hand. He sets the lube on his nightstand. Yuta smirks before he smears the lube on his husband’s cock. Dori moans as Yuta smears it on his cock slowly. 

Yuta is done and lies on his stomach with his ass up to his husband to take him from behind. Dori stood on his knees as he held his husband’s hips up. He positions his cock in Yuta’s hole before he slowly slides it in, causing them to moan with delight. 

Yuta moaned with delight as he was pleased to feel his husband instead of that toy in him. Though he did think the tail was perfect to match with the ears he’s wearing still. But he prefers Dori the most. 

Dori took it slowly as he thrusts his cock in and out since Yuta did have a plug in him for a while. He always loves to take it slow for him to be caring to him and waiting to know if Yuta wants him to be faster when he tells him to. 

“Faster…” Yuta begged quietly. Dori speeds it up as he leans down and holds his husband’s hand. Yuta moans with his husband as his thrusts are going too quick and rough, which he loves from him. He then feels his other hand on his cock. 

“Ah…feels so good!~” Yuta moaned to his enjoyment. “Ah…shit!” Yuta gasped as he was going to cum soon. 

“Yuta…” Dori moaned as he made it go quicker to his husband’s pleasure. “Ah! Dori! Dori!” Yuta moaned as he called out for his husband. “That’s right… out for me all you want.” Dori whispered seductively before he grunted with pleasure. 

“Do-NYA~!” Yuta mewled as he felt his mind go blank as he came in his husband’s hand, and Dori coming in him. 

They stood still as they panted while Dori slowly pulled his cock out of his husband’s entrance to give it a break. 

“You meowed as you came a lot…You are definitely a cat…also you love it more when I make you cum.” Dori breathed out as he smirked and let go of Yuta’s cock. He looks at his husband while resting his chin on his shoulder. “I still always prefer you because your pleasures are better.” Yuta breathes out as he smirks before he kisses him on the lips. 

“One more…” Yuta said as he rolled to lay on his back against the bed and wrapped his legs around his husband’s waist. “Oh?” Dori teased as he raised an eyebrow as he looks down at Yuta. 

“I can’t see your handsome face as you fuck me?” Yuta teased back. Dori smirks at him as he does want to see his face while he makes love to him. He then positions himself again to enter his husband.

Dori slides his cock into his entrance again, causing them to moan with pleasure. Dori wraps his arms around his waist while Yuta wraps his arms around his neck as he thrusts his cock in and out. 

They looked into each other’s eyes while making love still. Dori kisses him passionately on the lips, with both of their moans muffled. Their eyes open slightly, staring at each other while kissing each other. 

Yuta gasped against the kiss as his husband found his sweet spot and his tongue in another tongue-dominant battle which he might lose to Dori quickly, and he did. He didn’t mind it. He was enjoying this moment between him and his husband. 

All they could hear in this room from the first round was the bed bouncing due to their thrusts. Also, Yuta's bells were jingling on his ears which was music to Dori's ears.  

From the past years of being together, Yuta remembered how they are in when it comes to these kinds of moments. He loves it when Dori is gentle before they speed it up. But with Yuta in this set, it was interesting. They might stick with the ears instead of the collar and tail since it didn’t suit them for their sex life. Their friends may say they are more of a vanilla couple, but they don’t care. They still loved each other, which matters the most.  

Their minds went blank again as they came again. 

They moan against the kiss loudly as Dori comes in him, and Yuta cums on his stomach and even on Dori’s. They gasp as they pull out of the kiss for some air. They panted to regain their normal breathing. 

Dori pulls his cock out of Yuta’s entrance. His cock was covered in lube, and his own semen as his husband’s entrance was covered in lube and his semen. 

“Ah…that was fucking incredible…” Yuta breathed out as he unwrapped his legs from his husband’s waist, as they landed on the bed. 

“Yeah…my little neko…” Dori breathed out. 

Yuta smirks and then chuckles tiredly at the nickname his husband gave him based on the ears he’s wearing still.

He gives him a peck on the lips before he relaxes back against the bed while panting and sweating. “You alright?” Dori asked to make sure his husband was okay. “Yeah…You know me after… these kinds of moments…when you are top…” Yuta said tiredly. “Can you stand?” Dori asked. “Yeah…” Yuta said tiredly still. 

Dori helps his husband get out of bed and holds him to stand still to prevent him from falling. “Did I go too rough on you?” Dori asked, a bit worried while hugging him. “No. I love it when you are fast. If you were going rough, I would haveve told you to slow it. I’m just tired, that’s all.” Yuta reassured him. “Doesn’t stop me from checking if you are alright since I care about you a lot.” Dori said softly. Yuta smiles at how sweet and caring his husband is. He gives him a sweet kiss on the lips. 

The couple pulled away before they changed the sheets and the duvet on their bed. Dori puts the collar and tail in a box. “Eh? You are putting the collar away also?” Yuta teased. “I like you better without it.” Dori smirked. “You just saying that to see me with the hickeys you gave me!” Yuta yelled playfully as he removed his cat ears from his head, causing his husband to laugh. 

Yuta then sets the ears on top of his drawers before he heads to the bedroom bathroom with his husband. Dori turns on the water for their shower for him and Yuta. Dori steps in first as he gently pulls his husband in the shower. 

“Hey.” Dori smiled as he pulled his husband into his arms by holding him by the waist and pulling him into a sweet loving kiss. Yuta giggles happily against the kiss as he wraps his arms around his husband’s neck while the water still runs on them. 

Dori pulls away and admires how attractive his husband is under the showerhead. He was like a supermodel to him. Even though he is a model like him, he is beautiful and the sexiest person he has ever seen. He has a beautiful voice to sing with and is a great actor to work with. But besides that, he was intelligent, caring, and fun which he loved about him. 

Yuta admires how beautiful his husband looks under the showerhead. He thought of him as a supermodel also and thought he was a model like him. He was beautiful and the sexiest person that he had ever met. A beautiful voice to sing with and great at acting. But what is important is that he was gentle, kind, and caring, which is what he loves about him. 

“So it looks like we have two different cat ears for you. You to look cute with, and you to look sexy with.” Dori said. “Ehh, seems like you have a thing for me in kitty ears?” Yuta smirked. “Cause it suits you perfectly. You have a personality of a cat, though.” Dori teased as he kissed him. 

Yuta pulls away from the kiss and comes closer to Dori’s ear before whispering, 

“Nya~” 

“Oi Oi Oi! Don’t turn me on like that! We are supposed to be relaxing from two rounds of sex!” Dori said while blushing. He looks away but is still holding on to his husband. Yuta laughs at his reaction. “You said it suits me, and this is what you get!” Yuta joked. “Ahhhh, I got to remember how chaotic you are!” Dori said playfully. “That’s why you love me.” Yuta giggled while he smiled. 

Dori looks at him and smiles at his husband. He pulls him into a sweet loving, yet gentle long kiss on the lips, which Yuta accepts happily. “I love you.” Yuta mumbles against the kiss. Dori smiles against the kiss before mumbling something against the kiss, 

“I love you too, my little neko.” 

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-BOUNS ENDING SCENE WITH FLUFF

“Payback for me saying ‘nya’ and comparing me to a cat?” Yuta asked teasingly against the kiss. “Oi, don’t ruin the sweet moment.” Dori chuckles against the kiss. “Well, you started it.” Yuta chuckles against his lips. 

The couple enjoy their evening by ending it with a bath after their shower while snuggling in each other’s arms. They change into pajama bottoms and robes. The husbands were in the living room having takeout for dinner from their favorite restaurant while watching their favorite movies. 

Yuta and Dori ended their day by snuggling in each other’s arms while sleeping in bed together and looking forward to starting a new day together the next day for their married life. 

*FIN* 

Whoa…I can't believe what I wrote. I never wrote Yuta like this omg! Though him with Dori is hot. BUT THANK YOU ALL FOR READING THIS!!! I HAVE MORE STORIES ON THE WAY!!! I BE HAPPY TO WRITE THESE BOYS AGAIN TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!! ^^

#nakamotoyuta #yuta #yutanakamoto #nakamoto yuta #yuta nakamoto #dorisakurada #sakuradadori #nct 127 yuta #yuta nct 127 #japanese actor #yaoi #cat ears #yuta smut #hardcore smut #nct smut #nct 127 #so fucking sexy #i ship these two so much #i shipped them so hard #they are so hot #i love them #soulmates

[thetownwecallhome]

OOC: My biggest regrets regarding this webcomic. And, what's to come.

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In case you're worried I'm being badged by bad reviews and/or "focusing too much on the bad"--- no. These are self-criticisms I've always had about this comic. It's always a joy to see you guys like it so much and there are some comics I love more than others and return to reread just for myself; but I think it's fine to have a healthy self-critical lens about your work sometimes. Just as long as you don't go 2000s-era Lucas and try retconning everything. So without further ado:

>Dislike the earliest gag where Jack complains about being 'fat'.

>Keeping art consistent and low-effort so it wouldn't take so much work.

>Introducing the Holiday leaders like I did. So underwhelming.

>"Mothball" [*sideshow bob grumble of pain*]

>While we're on it that earlier depiction of Clown being a jerk to Sally and Sally needing to be pepped-up by Jack to feel good about herself. Like 'Mothball' is needs a serious rewriting of dialogue to make it bearable ((to me)).

>"Packing Up" for reasons that should be painfully obvious later when I finish making Halloween Town comics. (it goes against current continuity in my headcanon)

>Really I regret how I wrote Sally and Jack a lot throughout the years. You can tell I was battling different takes about the characters and rationalizing them. I made Sally way too demur and Fluttershy-ish when she's not that kind of shrinking violet meanwhile Jack's either too kind and mature or too wrapped in guilt. For Sally I think I was operating on the logic that og-Carolyn-Thompson-script-softspoken-Sally > better then how she is in the movie because someone in my life was trying to convince me Sally was underdeveloped, and with Jack it's being hit w people saying he's an absolute incel or got away with everything in the film* and my coping by giving him more obvious guilt. Though, in fairness, Oogies Revenge, Kingdom Hearts and the fanbase didn't help that disparity by claiming Jack's just a cinnamon roll. Half of the reason "Ask Jack Skellington" prompts ever existed is so I could have an excuse to make Jack the spooky-doofy manchild of terror he is. I neglected that part of him for so long and he and Sally would be so upset with me. I failed you my babies.

>I think the joke of Jack being way too naive about how violent the other holidays actually are and/or oblivious to what adults use Halloween for is overdone in my work. I've done that gag like four times now I think.

>Unnecessarily hating on Lock, Shock, and Barrel for no reason. I think it shows just how much I didn't care for the characters before Zero's Journey came out.

>The Beetlejuice ask/reply comic from like 2015 or 16 whatever is not canon.

>Jack and Sally were too smexual in my earlier gags. Good god I REALLY hadn't figured out my asexuality, or theirs, for that matter.

>Like Jack suffering more +being too riddled by guilt, I think I made Oogie way too OP in my Oogie's Revenge (the prequel story to the entire comic) outline.

>This is a problem I have with all of my work but I hate the walls of text and run-ons all the characters do. It takes me out of my own fanfiction when it's just so obvious when I'm talking vs when the characters are. "Sally and the Doctor suffers from this a LOT".

>So many decisions made regarding plotpoints and plotlines that I think I muddled along the way or did way too quickly as it's obvious I don't have an exact outline for any of this fan stuff I'm throwing out. I really wanted to emphasize Harley and Mayor's blooming romance more than I did. They deserved so much better.

>AUGHTHEAWFULSELF-EDITED TEXT I DID IN 2015-2016 WAS TORTURE WHY DID I EVER THINK THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA???!

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All of this is to say, one day, if Oddities or my patreon makes enough dough and my SSI sitch isn't so fragile or fluctuating- I really wanna hire a beta editor/artist to be my extra pair of hands in sprucing this comic up and making it more articulate, readable and complete for my liking. And yes, it HAS to be a hired job. I can't promise big bucks but I refuse to hand that kind of responsibility to someone without compensation. This comic's too big.

As far as what to expect from the comic after this year, here's all I can tell you for my endgame plan:

I plan to go until 2027, when this blog will be 13 years old.

I want to make next year special as it'll be 31 years of Nightmare Before Christmas then.

You're gonna get a new character soon. Don't worry; they won't distract from the og cast too much. In fact they literally go to jail.

More of Halloween Town in the human world to come.

More Wolfman and Vampire brothers shenanigans.

Jack and Sally past tyme.

One of these final years Ima do something really special with the other holiday worlds and leaders. You'll see.

None of the characters will double die but I will be basically ripping off a spongebob episode.

No one from Halloween Town is ever going to meet anyone from New Holland. You are going to get a Beetlejuice character, but not a full blown crossover.

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#halloween town #nightmare before christmas #the nightmare before christmas #sally the ragdoll

[maya-matlin]

I love your takes on OTH and agree with nearly all of them! You and an anon had interesting thoughts on Julian and why he seems perfect on paper but was so meh in reality, and I laughed out loud when you pointed out that the writers radically changed his personality at least once or twice a season. I have a mutual who watched most of season six, skipped season seven, and was stunned when she tuned into season eight and was like ‘wait, since when is Julian the adorkable comic relief—-who is this?!’ I think for me I got a weird social climbing vibe from him, which would be annoying but understandable if we’d met him in high school but is a quality I find really off putting in adults. He’s obsessed with the so-called popular group of a high school he didn’t even attend and even says something gross (brulian fans fins it cute but no) after the first time he and Brooke have sex about now getting why she had been popular . He just seems to really care about popularity/social status and the fact that he himself was uncool in high school a decade ago and making a good impression in Hollywood and all that. I actually like that Lucas took an instant dislike to him because so did I!

Thank you! Yeah, Julian was an odd character. He's not a bad guy or even particularly irritating. It's just that the writers were unable to decide which personality to give him. So to begin with, Julian is this slick, underhanded guy who shows up in Tree Hill to make Lucas's movie while also fucking with Peyton. But once Lucas discovers Peyton's past with Julian, that goes away pretty quickly. They stuck with confident, almost worldly Julian when he first started hooking up with Brooke. Season 7 was kind of a mixture of season 6 Julian while also giving him more nerdy moments. Season 8 Julian wasn't even the same character. He couldn't do a simple high five. He did matching Halloween costumes with his mom. There were jokes sprinkled in about manly man Nathan who likes things like sports and beer vs Julian who is effeminate and knows how to pick out beautiful flower arrangements where it's clear who the butt of the joke is supposed to be. In season 9, they tried and failed to make Julian a darker, edgier character by having him go through a self destructive phase after leaving his son in the hot car. There's no actual coherency to his personality or character development. He's almost completely defined by being Brooke's love interest and to some degree, an awkward replacement for Lucas who doesn't quite fit in. It's to the point that Mark Schwahn apparently wanted to rip off the Dawson's Creek finale so badly that they once again decided to "go meta" by having Julian create a tv series about Lucas's book after they'd already done the same story line with the aborted movie back in season 6. Naturally, Julian writes himself into the series, stealing away Lucas's winning shot at the state championship and being the one to make the sex tape with Brooke.

That's an interesting take that I can't entirely disagree with. It's so fucking weird that the Julian we met in season 6 would ever care about this random group of high schoolers from a small town. We're invested because we've been watching their story lines since the first season, but you'd think Julian would have grown beyond trying to fit in with the popular kids and had met and bonded with his own "people" back in LA. I realize Julian being a regular required him to eventually mingle with Brooke's friend group, but it could have been done in a much more casual way. Oof, yeah. Brooke had tried so hard to define herself by things unrelated to sex and looks back on her sexual history during her teenage years as something.. not quite shameful, but also not something she's proud of. It wasn't the right thing to say at that moment, and if Julian read Lucas's book he would have known there was much more depth to Brooke than that. While I don't personally dislike Julian, I do think he was kind of desperate to fit in and receive validation from the popular kids. Again, I struggle to understand why he wanted validation specifically from the OTH characters considering he was already working in Hollywood when we met him. Julian Baker was basically two different characters awkwardly smashed together. I like him well enough, but in all honesty he's carried by the fact that he isn't Lucas. Lucas is so flawed and indecisive for most of the series that even though he's a far more dynamic and consistently written character, his massive lows make it easy to forget his highs.

#Anonymous

[canirove]

Ten years | Chapter 9

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"Did Dom share our schedule with you?"

"Yep" I say. "Today we walk to the camping site and get to know each other, do some games. Tomorrow we have a cultural visit in the morning, and then we go to the river. And on Sunday we have kind of a free day before we walk back to town after lunch."

"Alright, perfect" Edith says. She and Stefan are the other two adults going with Declan and I. They will take care of the older kids, while we take care of the younger ones.

"These days it feels like they become teens at 10, so trust me when I tell you that they will leave you shattered, but the little ones are the best" Stefan said when he explained everything to Declan and I.

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"I've seen you at the pub" a little girl called Noa says to me while walking. She grabbed my hand when we left, and hasn't let go.

"Have you?"

"Yes. My mum says you are super pretty, and I agree. Do you agree, Declan?"

"On what?" he says. The moment the kids saw him, most of them wanted to walk by his side, constantly asking him questions about the Premier and other players. But since we told them that tonight we could have a Q&A around the fire, they've relaxed a bit and only a few haven't left his side yet.

"About her being super pretty" Noa says.

"I agree."

"He agrees" Noa says with a big smile. She starts rambling about her dog and how she tried to put a bow on him once, while I just look at Declan, trying to figure out if he was just following along, or being honest.

"Is there something on my face?" he asks.

"What?"

"You were staring."

"I wasn't" I say, my face burning.

Why do I feel like we are teens again? When I first started fancying him, this is what I would always find myself doing. Staring at him like an idiot, him noticing, me blushing, and the him answering with the same cheeky smile, the one he has on his face right now. When we said let's forget we know each other and start again, I didn't expect for it to actually happen.

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"Would you mind sharing a tent?" Edith says once we arrive ar the camping site.

"Me and Declan?"

"Yes. It's just... Stefan and I have something going on, and this is the first time we are gonna be able to be together and alone."

"I see..."

"I know you guys have history and that things have been a bit... Rough according to what people are saying back home. But today you've been very civil, so maybe you could keep it for the night too and help us a bit?"

"I don't know if he'll agree."

"Stefan is already talking with him, and he can be very persuasive" she says with a smirk.

"Ok, fine, yes. Just try to be quiet, we don't want kids asking certain things in the morning."

"Thank you!" she says, giving me a hug.

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After dinner, we all get together around the fire for the Q&A with Declan that all the kids were waiting for. They surprisingly have many questions for him, and some of them are very interesting.

"You should think about becoming journalists" he says. "Your questions are way better than theirs."

"I want to be a journalist" says Lucy, a girl from our group. "But I want to write on Vogue!"

"Do you want to be like Anna Wintour?" I ask.

"Yes, but younger."

"How do you know who she is? You are 6!" I was not expecting her to know who I was talking about.

"My mum likes Vogue a lot, and last year she dressed me as her for Halloween."

"Oh wow.”

"Did you know that she was a model in Paris?" Declan says.

"Really?" Lucy replies, her eyes going wide.

"Really. She walked many fashion shows, and even was on Vogue once."

"You were on Vogue?" Edith asks.

"It was the Spanish issue, but yes."

"That's so cool!" Lucy says.

"Why don't we ask her to teach us how to walk the runway?"

"I don't think they are interested on that, Declan" I say.

"Are you guys interested on it? The one who does it better, gets a prize."

"What prize?" one of the kids asks.

"An England shirt from our favourite player!" another replies.

"Deal" Declan says. "Shall we begin?"

"God, I hate you" I say as I get up, him being the only one who heard me. "Ok, so this is how it goes. Shoulders back, gaze focused on a point that doesn't move, and walk."

When I'm done, everyone starts clapping, and I feel myself blushing.

"Just that?" Noa asks.

"Well, when you make it to the end, you can also pose for the camera, though not many people do it."

"Why? And why don't you smile?"

"That's something I've always asked myself" Edith says.

"The people who go to the fashion shows want to see the clothes, and if the model is smiling or doing twirls, they get distracted."

"Boring" Noa says.

"A bit, yes" I laugh. "Who wants to go first?"

"I will!" Lucy says. "But can I do something at the end of the runway?"

"Sure. The one who does the best pose, also gets a shirt. Right, Declan?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Edith, Stefan, Declan and I will be the judges. Unless you guys want to participate too."

"I do" Stefan says.

"I do too" Declan replies.

"Then we will be the judges" Edith says, asking me to seat next to her.

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"Who knew you were such a good model, Rice" I say after the show is over and it's time to sleep.

"I'm full of surprises" he says with a cheeky smile.

"So..." I say once we are inside the tent.

"So" he repeats.

"Do you still sleep on the left side?"

"I've started to do it on the right. Birgit didn't want to do it because it faces the door, and she was scared that if a killer walked in, she would die first."

"What?" I say, laughing way too loud.

"Yeah..." Declan says, scratching his head.

"That's just..." I say, still laughing.

"I know" he says, starting to laugh with me until we both are crying.

"Ok, stop, my belly hurts" I say.

"I'm trying!"

"Ok, ok. Deep breaths."

"Inhale..." But it doesn't work, and we are laughing again. And during the time we are like that, laughing, it feels like it hasn't been 10 years. It feels as if I didn’t do what I did, as if there was no Birgit and we hadn't had a horrible argument just a few days ago. It feels good. It feels perfect.

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Pirate Priest, or Halloween On Crockett Island

Despite its small population, Crockett Island seems quite excited for father Paul's fall festival. And father Paul is quite excited to have you as his helper.

In my Google Drive this fic is named 'the halloween disaster', because I so couldn't find the words to write it. And while this certainly isn't my best work, I don't actually hate it as much as I feared I would, so that's a relief. If anyone's interested in the Juraj Herz film, dm me, I have it on my drive (with English subtitles) - it's my all time favourite film. There will also be a nsfw fanfic which will take place after the pumpkin carrying scene ;)

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Pirate Priest, or Halloween On Crockett Island​ (5.1K)

tw: suggestive themes (implied, mentioned), father Paul and reader are very lovey-dovey and h0rny for each other, this is cornier than Kansas in August

If there was a holiday you absolutely loved, it was Halloween. Easter was great, Christmas was brilliant, but it was Halloween who sat on the throne of holidays in your opinion. To watch a scary horror, cuddled on a couch, while sweet neighbourhood kids roamed the streets in all kinds of scary, funny and creative costumes sounded like the idea of heaven to you. This time of year always awoke your inner child, that little thing who just wanted to have fun, cause some mischief, and stuff their mouth with sweets. All in all, Halloween was a big deal for you. You always put various decor in your living space, you always carved so many pumpkins it was a small wonder your hands weren't stained permanently orange, you always put quite some time and effort into your costumes and you made special playlists of songs and horror films. And that was absolutely fine in all the places you've ever lived before.

Now, however, you lived on Crockett Island, a lonely little fishing town with a ridiculously small population, and you were therefore a little worried that all of your Halloween effort would be seen as something of a faux pas. Thankfully, you could always rely on Erin and Annie to advise you. Crockett Island was small, but it wasn't the end of the world, and local children went trick or treating just like all the kids on the mainland, and sometimes there was even a small gathering for adults to have some masqueraded fun too. Except this year, the gathering would be a little bigger.

Father Paul Hill, recently appointed as the local parish priest permanently, already had his place among the citizens of Crockett Island for some time now, but he still wanted to make his sort of mark on the little town, like Monsignor Pruitt did with Crock Pot Luck and the annual baking contest. So when he asked you to help him with preparation of Crockett Island's first fall festival, you enthusiastically agreed.

While Beverly wasn't too 'Keane' on the idea of a Halloween celebration at first (seeing it as only a step from blasphemy, not to mention she was very concerned for the well-being of her precious rec centre in which the night do would take place), she eventually agreed, after much (manipulating) convincing from the priest, that he would personally oversee that everyone present was on their best behaviour, and he would even clean up afterwards. Riley later casually mentioned that Bev probably agreed just to show off what a 'brilliant place she built for the entire community'. You for one honestly couldn't care less what was Bev's reasoning behind her giving her blessings to the party, as you were far too busy already helping Paul with the planning.

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“How does a pirate priest sound?” asked father Paul suddenly, not looking up from the film playing on the telly. You were surrounded by darkness, lounging on your very comfortable sofa after a shared bath and watching 1978 Beauty and the Beast by Juraj Herz. It was perhaps the most macabre adaptation of the classic fairy tale and your most favourite by far. Hard to resist a gothic romance. It seemed the priest was rather enjoying it, too.

“Sounds like a wild DND session, not going to lie,” you snorted, your torso and head resting against his strong chest. You felt his sigh before it left his lips. “I don’t know what to wear,” he said at last, “I’m not even sure if I should wear any costume, I don’t want anyone to think I’m not taking my work here seriously…” His right hand was resting above your hip and his thumb drew little circles on that little area of bare skin it found there. You felt warm, comfortable and loved. Utterly content. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. If anything, it’ll show the folks you’re not above having fun with them. I’ve been told even Monsignor Pruitt wore a costume when he was invited to some masked gathering. That was before his illness, though,” you said quietly adjusting your position a little, so you could wrap both of your arms around Paul’s slim waist, “as for what to wear… I haven’t made up my mind for my costume either. I had an idea to wear something like a pink flowy gown. You know, like the one Rachel Ward wore in Thorn Birds? But then I thought it might be a little too obvious. Also, that romance didn’t exactly end happily ever after, did it.”

Paul stayed quiet for a bit, his left hand coming to join the right one on your hip, before moving to rest under your t-shirt slightly. You lifted yourself up a little and your eyes moved away from the telly screen to look at him instead. You helped wash his hair in the bath and so it currently lacked any trace of the gel he usually used to tame it back, instead framing his face in loose soft waves. You couldn’t resist reaching a hand out to comb through the dark locks, making him close his eyes in bliss for a moment. “We could just give you some cat ears and call it a day,” you said cheekily. Paul snorted and finally looked at you: “Really?” “You’d be adorable. Especially with your hair like that, you look so pretty.” Even in the dim room illuminated mostly by the TV screen, you could see his cheeks taking on a pink hue. His eyes turned back to the movie.

“What about Father Brown, then? You know, the detective priest?” he asked after a while. You thought for a moment: “That could work. But you might give some people a fright, because you’d look a lot like Monsignor Pruitt, what with the long coat and big hat…” Paul sighed in agreement. “What about a vampire, we could make you look all dark and mysterious,” you offered. “While I have utmost faith in your abilities, I don’t exactly want to be seen as some blood-sucking monster,” he replied.

The Beast appeared on the screen, his giant eagle-like head with human eyes caught on the camera in all of its glory. “Maybe I could be him?” Paul asked then. You giggled softly: “I thought you didn’t want to be a blood-sucking monster!” “Well, no, but he’s good otherwise, he’s just under the curse, isn’t he? I mean he does change back into a human in the movie?”

Once more you looked at him and pushed your fingers into his hair again: “You know what, maybe a pirate is not such a bad idea after all. As long as you leave your hair like this.”

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It took a lot of convincing. And quite some cash. But it was worth it, completely worth it, you told yourself, even as you tried (and failed) to dust the dirt off your hands and clothes. You found a neat looking pumpkin patch on the mainland and, after speaking on the phone with the owner, managed to secure a few dozen of their glorious orange squashes. The pumpkins themselves were relatively cheap, definitely cheaper than getting them back to Crockett Island, as the farmer had to haul them on the truck himself and drive them towards the port. You also had to bribe Sturge into taking them over the thirty miles of water in his own, small fishing boat, but that was simple enough. Who knew such a large, strong, sometimes nearly intimidating looking man could be so easily won over by just a tray of cupcakes?

However, it was child’s play after that. When the Halloween party/Fall festival was announced through leaflets and the small weekly bulletin, the citizens got rather excited and Halloween decoration soon began appearing on homes, and various volunteers on the rectory’s door. Therefore, there was already a small crowd waiting for the boat back on the island. People would grab a pumpkin or two, using their bare hands, some got more on wheelbarrows, and even the electric golf cart which was usually parked next to the dirt road was buzzing through the small town that day, pumpkins secured on its back like bags of clubs. Many of the pumpkins were left in front of the rec centre, some were deposited into the schoolhouse for kids to carve, many were taken by families to further decorate their home or porch. You watched with a light heart and a happy smile as Erin and Riley walked side by side towards the woman’s home, Riley carrying a 15lb pumpkin, Erin carrying a 12lb 3 month old baby girl.

It was a sight nearly as delightful as father Paul, for once no collar in sight, dressed in work clothes and gloves. As he hauled pumpkin after pumpkin, he eventually took off his jacket to reveal not only a rather close-fitting simple t-shirt, but also two long, tanned arms. You almost tripped and fell at one point, because you were staring, mesmerised, at the muscles working in them. And once your beloved noticed so, he began teasing you - subtly, yet relentlessly. Moving very slowly, making sure you saw every flex of those muscles, making frankly obscene little grunts only you could hear while he picked up yet another pumpkin, or wiping his hands into the (previously) clean t-shirt, somehow pulling the fabric taut against his chest and stomach in the process. And then he had the utter audacity to give you a smile so innocent, you wanted to kiss it off his stupid, gorgeous face. That would have to wait though. “Are you feeling well? You look a little warm,” he whispered into your ear covertly, his voice low and husky. The gall of this man! You just gave him a cheeky little smile and whispered back in the same manner: “Oh, just you wait till I get my hands on you, father.” You watched with a small satisfaction as he shivered.

All in all, it was going rather splendidly. The festival would take place a day before Halloween, from late afternoon until around midnight (or just till everyone left), and the town was buzzing with energy. “This is getting nearly bigger than the spring festival,” Wade said one day as he was dropping off some very cute garlands Dolly and Leeza made, with little smiling bats and ghosts made out of felt fabric. The rec centre really did look beyond recognition. Instead of the large empty space which usually only had three chairs in the middle for the AA meetings, it really looked like a place ready for a party.

Some tables were put against the walls, with various festive tablecloths draped over them, others were lined into neat rows with chairs around them. The gaps between tables were spacious just enough for two people to walk comfortably next to each other. The weather was supposed to be rather mild with no rain, so Paul made the decision to put a few tables outside as well, so there was a little clear area in front of the podium. Last but not least was the decor - there were pumpkins, of course, some carved and some not, in every corner of the room, some little experimental knick-knacks you tried to DIY, and little Halloween themed fairy lights the priest was currently placing strategically on the walls, according to your directions. You were supposed to be the one to put them there originally, however with your little ladder accident still fresh in Paul’s memory, you had to step down. Literally.

“Not too shabby, huh?” you grinned at the mayor, “just imagine how cool this place will look once there are lit candles in the jack o’lanterns and themed drinks and snacks on the table!” You moved to one of the tables by the wall: “Here’s where the adult drinks will be, some beer on the tap, perhaps some wine and cider and, of course, punch. There will also be non-alcoholic punch, but it will be on this table too, so the guy handing out the drinks will keep an eye out if someone decides to spice it up a bit.” Wade chuckled next to you: “Really think that’s necessary?” “They’re good kids, I know, but better be safe and sorry. Last thing we need is a couple of drunk teenagers deciding a late night swim in the sea is a great idea.”

“So, I see the two of you got things handled really well,” the mayor said after a while, putting his hands into his pockets. “Oh no, I’m only helping, this is all father Paul’s work,” you wave your hand in dismissal. “Nonsense,” came somewhere from the right, before you heard footsteps coming closer, “I merely came up with the idea, it’s been (F/N) who’s been doing most of the work and, frankly, I’d be lost without her.” He gave you a long look, catching your gaze and you felt your cheeks turn pink under the intensity of his eyes. The gravity of Paul’s declaration seemed to be lost on the Mayor though, who only smiled at the two of you: “Don’t be so humble, you’re doing a great job, both of you. Me and Dolly, and especially Leeza, are really looking forward to this festival. But, I won’t keep you any longer. Have a nice afternoon father, (F/N).” And with that he left.

After the door to the rec centre was shut once more and a few moments passed, you turned towards your lover and put your hands against his chest, slowly moving them up until they connected behind his neck. “You’d be lost without me, huh?” you asked teasingly as you closed the gap between your bodies, your face mere inches away from his. He gave you one of his most brilliant smiles, the one that made you feel like you really were the most important thing in the universe for him, before he leaned down to steal a soft kiss from your lips. “Dreadfully lost.”

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Your hands and arms were wet, sticky and freezing, but neither of those things could wipe the smile from your face. You carved pumpkin after pumpkin all afternoon, some cute, some creepy, some plain silly. Paul carved one or two, but then decided to make use of the pumpkin guts in preparation of some creamy soup. How could you say no to that? Now that you were done with your orange friends, you felt more than ready to go inside to wash your hands, warm up and fill your belly with some hot pumpkin soup. Paul gave you a smile when you came in and beckoned you with his forefinger to come closer. You did, and the priest held out a spoon full of soup, holding his hand underneath so as not to spill any on the floor. “Careful, it’s hot,” he said with that low husky voice of his. You blew on the spoon a little bit and then accepted it into your mouth.

“What do you think?” he asked after you’d swallowed. “Mhmm,” you murmured appreciatively, “I think I’m going to kiss the cook.” And you did just so, earning a chuckle in the process and a warm hand took a hold of your face. After a little while of slow kissing, you parted from your lover: “I’ll go wash up real quick, we’ll have the delicious supper you made, then try on some costumes, what do you say?” “Sounds great,” he grinned and turned back to the stove to turn it off and plate the soup up. You had a few possible costumes and they were currently hanging in the bedroom of the rectory. Some parts of them were rented, some were bought, some were put together with what you had on hand.

Before father Paul could reach any of them though, he felt two points of something sliding against his temples, lower and lower, ceasing to move right above his sideburns. A headband of some sort. “Aww…” you cooed, “I was right, you do look adorable! Father Meow-Meow!” “No way,” he laughed, as you led him towards the bathroom mirror. “You don’t really think this is adorable, do you?” he asked in good humour, feeling just a little ridiculous, as he stared at himself in the mirror, two fluffy cat ears on the sides of his head. “But I do!” you promised, curling your arms around his torso from behind and resting your chin against his shoulder. Father Paul reached up to remove the cat ears and plopped them on your head instead.

“You should wear them, you look adorable,” he chuckled then. “Oh, I am your little kitten, aren’t I?” you purred, giving a little lick to the skin of his neck. Paul chuckled once more and put his arms against your own, still around his waist. A few minutes passed, before you too took off the headband. “Alright, alright, no catboy priest for Halloween,” you grumbled dramatically, “we’re keeping this, though.” “Come on,” he beckoned you, “let’s try the actual costumes.”

It was a fun evening. One by one father Paul tried on various costumes and allowed you to use some make-up and face paint on him to go with them. Black kohl around his dark eyes, a little grime on his cheek and a little scar for the pirate costume, which consisted of a loose white shirt with a lace up collar, dark blue waist sash with a big leather belt, loose dark trousers and high boots. The pièce de résistance was the long dark waistcoat and a faux-leather tricorn hat. There was no unnecessary kitsch or untasteful accessories. You had to admit, Paul looked very very handsome in the ensemble. “Well?” he asked, turning around a little. “I’d say you could kidnap, and ravage, and don’t give a hoot me anytime, captain,” you said cheekily with a wink, “no, really. It looks great, honestly. If you need to, you can always take off the waistcoat and hat, and it won’t lose any of its magic, so that’s a plus. More important is how you feel wearing it?”

Paul and you discussed all pros and cons of every costume. You persuaded him to at least try on the vampire costume you rented, and after some exaggeration of his cheekbones and eye sockets with more makeup, even he had to agree he made for an okay looking sucker. ‘Eerily seductive’ you said, actually. You dismissed the angel outfit you picked as an experiment almost immediately. It was obviously sewn for someone shorter than Paul and it fit all wrong. It also somehow just didn’t work with the priest’s dark features.

A fisherman’s costume you put together in the latest Crockett Island fashion fit him perfectly, and he looked… so entirely different. Upon first look, he looked unrecognisable from any other fisherman on the island, with simple chequered shirt and a dark jumper, thick beige overalls going all the way down his long legs, nearly concealing his heavy boots clad feet. The look was completed with a trucker cap on the priest’s head. Except once he moved, it was painfully obvious he was no fisherman. The men of Crockett Island were hardy, toughened by their lives and their work, and Paul was always so mindful in his movements, graceful even, and it oh so clashed with his current clothes.

While you thought the fisherman costume looked very good and convincing, as long as Paul moved a little more heavily, the priest himself was worried that people may see it as mockery of their trade, and the last thing he wanted was to offend his neighbours and friends. In the end, Paul seemed most content about the pirate costume (it was his original idea, after all), and you had to agree it really was the best choice. Nothing extravagant, easy to change to and from and the priest truly wore it well.

“You want to try the entire thing on again, just to be sure?” you teased, putting the discarded costumes aside, so you could sort through them and send back what you rented and borrowed. “I think it’s fine,” grinned Paul, removing the last remnants of make-up from his face with a cotton pad. He was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, clad only in the pyjama bottoms he put on after undressing the last costume. “Besides,” he said, “it’s getting quite late. We should turn in.” You now stood in the door frame of the bathroom, leaning against it and eyeing him appreciatively. After you hadn’t said anything for a while, he gave you a questioning look. You smiled innocently and held out your hand, revealing the cat ears headband once more: “Put them on? Pretty please…”

—

You stepped under the hot ray of water in the rectory’s shower. You spent like two entire days in your kitchen, preparing various themed party favours. Edible glass shards cupcakes, little chocolate brown recluses, cheese biscuits that looked like skulls and squishy jello eyeballs for the punch were among the many spooky nibbles you prepared just for the celebration. “This is a brown recluse, but if you want a black widow, marry me,” you quoted Christine McConnell to father Paul once, earning an amused scoff and eye roll. She was the one who gave you the inspiration for your snacks, after all.

Speaking of father Paul, you grinned at the tiles in front of you, as you heard the soft click of a door followed by a quiet creak. Then came a rustle of clothes and soon enough the priest pushed back the curtain and stepped right behind you. Without a single sound, long arms wrapped around your waist and a warm body pressed against your back. “Hm,” he purred against your ear, “you smell like a cake shop.” You giggled and put your hands over his: “I wonder why.” He stepped back a bit to put some soap on his hands and began washing your back, gently massaging out the little kinks and knots that formed there during your kitchen work. You sighed in bliss and let him turn you around to face him once he was happy with the result of his work.

You kissed wetly, the hot water cascading down your bodies. You helped wash one another, hair and body, exchanging soft caresses and gentle unhurried kisses throughout. You felt content to enjoy the sensations for a while, after all, nearly everything was done and ready, so you had some time for tenderness. After the shower, you helped Paul get ready in his costume. You applied the kohl around his eyes and made sure his hair was nicely ruffled and wild, while yours was still damp and you sat barefoot, only covered by a fluffy warm towel.

“Aaand, you’re good to go,” you said, looking him up and down appreciatively. He did make for a very good-looking pirate. You were honestly happy with how he turned out, the costume was easy to distinguish, while still looking quite subtle and decent. “Now wait here, I need to get ready,” you winked at him, grabbing the bag with your costume and going to the direction of the bathroom. “What, seriously? You’re still not going to tell me what your costume is?” Laughed the pirate priest. You got behind the bathroom door and only poked your head out, winking at your lover: “It’s a surprise!”

Maybe fifteen minutes later, you looked at yourself in the mirror one last time and smiled. The long red gown felt soft and smooth against your skin, the belt and headpiece shined and sparkled under the golden glow of the lightbulb above. You decided against wearing a golden wig and instead just worked with your natural hair. Your makeup was subtle and only highlighted your features. Taking a deep breath, you turned the light off and stepped out of the bathroom. Father Paul was sitting on the edge of the bed, book in hands. His eyes immediately turned to you and you felt a tingle in your belly upon seeing his reaction.

His eyebrows rose and mouth opened slightly, dark eyes sliding up and down your body and face. He closed the book, not bothering to mark the page he was on, and unceremoniously dropped it onto the mattress beside him. He stood and came closer, a small smile and a faint blush appearing on his face. “Well hello, Princess Buttercup,” he whispered. You giggled quietly and stood on your tippy toes to press a kiss against his upper lip. “Do you like it?” you looked into his eyes coyly. “Mhm,” he murmured, “you look very beautiful… But I’m afraid I look very far from Dread Pirate Roberts.” You gave him a grin and looked down, picking at his loose white shirt carefully: “That’s the point. It would have been too obvious if you did… Now let’s get the party started, what do you say?” Paul gave you a tiniest little laugh as he closed his hands around your own: “As you wish.”

Well, it was one thing after another after that. You and Paul arrived at the rec centre, where there already were a few people. Namely the DJ, who was setting up his equipment at the podium and a few volunteers who too prepared some food and drinks for the festival. There was Annie, in a very tasteful Olive Oyl costume and you chuckled, excited to hopefully see Ed dressed as the spinach obsessed sailor. Dolly made for a very pretty vampire lady, her dark crimson gown with high collar went so well with her thick curly hair. She was currently lighting candles and putting them inside the jack o’ lanterns. To your surprise, Bev was there too, observing the room with mild apprehension. Of course, she wasn’t wearing a costume. While you often had several things you’d like to say to the woman, you really didn’t want to start any argument on such a lovely day. Therefore you put on your friendliest smile and prepared to use your most polite tone as you approached her.

“Good afternoon, Miss Keane, how do you find the decoration?” She looked at you with suspicion, as you normally went out of your way to avoid her. “Well,” she said at last, “I suppose it could be much worse,” she took one more look around. “I hope the rec centre will still be standing in the morning.” “No worries, Miss, father Paul and I will personally see this place being squeaky clean tomorrow.” She gave you a hard look upon hearing the words ‘Father Paul and I’ , and looked as if she wanted to retort with something, but only muttered a quiet ‘Please do’ , before she turned on her heel and walked out. For all the bad traits the woman had, stupidity wasn’t one of them. You didn’t know why she never said anything, why she never did anything to harm you, but it was obvious the woman knew to some extent the relationship between the local priest and the prose writing outsider wasn’t exactly innocent.

Not thirty minutes later, Bev Keane was the last thing on your mind. People finally started arriving and the DJ began playing music, loud enough to hear and possibly dance to in front of the podium, but not loud enough to disturb a normal conversation at the tables. You were surprised to see sheriff Hassan and Ali dressed in costumes as well, as you weren’t sure if muslims were allowed to participate in this particular activity. Asking Hassan (after complimenting on his bandit costume), he explained he was rather unsure himself, but didn’t want to rid Ali of the fun more than anything else. Muslims cannot celebrate Halloween as it is, because that would be a shirk. However, merely dressing up to have fun with friends and neighbours, with the only intent being that - fitting in and having fun - should be okay. Apparently, it’s one of the things muslims are quite divided on.

All in all, it was a nice afternoon and evening. You were able to chat up your friends, actually try some of the goodies you spent so long working on, and even dance a little.  You finally drank a glass of wine with Erin. Shared a few sneaky stolen kisses with your pirate. Undid the lace on the upper front part of his shirt after he took off the waistcoat. Stroked his thigh and whispered into his ear, once you were concealed by the darkness of dying candles, words of both love and lust. Smiled at Erin as they left. Little Foot was taken for the night by Annie earlier and the childhood sweethearts too could finally spend an evening and night alone together.

“Well…” said the priest, “do we start cleaning now, or in the morning?” his posture was relaxed, cheeks slightly flushed from both the few drinks he had and the quite suggestive conversations the two of you engaged in the entire evening and he looked so absolutely gorgeous. You observed the room after you bathed it in the fluorescent light from the ceiling. It would take quite a bit to clean up, not to mention getting all of the decor out of there. Considering your options, your gaze fell on the priest once more. The exposed soft skin of his neck and collarbone, his dark eyes that seemed even larger with the kohl outlining them looking right back at you with such devotion, the hunger coursing through them making you shiver in anticipation... The cleaning would have to wait, as in that moment, there was nothing else you craved more than being kidnapped and made love to by a pirate. Thankfully, the pirate had similar ideas.

—

It was just after 3 o’clock in the afternoon by the time Paul and you finished cleaning the rec centre. Some decoration was stored for following years, the jack o’lanterns were placed all over the town, food leftovers delivered among neighbours and friends. You kept your promise, everything was squeaky clean and no one would have guessed there even was a party not 24 hours ago. You and your lover, once more clad in his usual clerical shirt, warm cardigan and delightfully tight skinny jeans, walked hand in hand through the little forested area behind the church, heading for your home. In just a few hours, the neighbourhood kids (and teens) would be trick-or-treating around the small town. And you - you’ll  be happily cuddled next to your priest on a couch, watching a horror film and stuffing your mouths with some sweets.

If there was a holiday you absolutely loved, it was Halloween

wellp, there you have it, folks. I hope it wasn’t too terrible. Hopefully it’s the end of my writer’s block. As always, you can read this story and the entire series on AO3. I’m such a sucker for feedback, I could very well be a vacuum cleaner.

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[prctty-birdie]

Happy Halloween!🎃✨

May you meet Death today?

Made for the one and only @toguchindraws , hope you like it!

(got a bit carried while writing and finished doing three whole different versions about your prompt; also got a bit too long, I guess? Sorry for any mistakes; I tried my best to make sure everything is right and make sense, since it`s been a while I`ve wrote something other than essays in english.)

Part of the 2022 Hellcheer Gift Exchange, hosted by @helloween-gift-exchange

Tags: Scared mortal, Otherworldly chauffeur, No Vecna, The Mummy(1991) elements used, AU where death have diferent servants to take souls into the afterlifes, Egyptian Mythology, Eddie is Anubis, Chrissy can see the other side, sheningans ensue, Mentioned Abusive family, Chrissy make a new crazy AND powerful friend, Jason is going to places.

“When darkness falls across the land, the world turns upside down, in a mysterious lullaby;where death, his angels and other devils are all wandering out here  just waiting for lost souls.....”

Christine "Chrissy" Cunningham or as her boyfriend Jason calls, "Chris" always has some kind of "other side" problems. She could see when a kind of shadow with no actual form, started following people and when this happened; a few days or even a month later (just once, the most long and successful witnessed by her) the said person would die.

She started seeing them after her grandfather, by mom's side, passed away.

At just the age of eight years old, remembers vividly how in peace he looked, when he closed his eyes and the shadow came out by the wall on the side of his bed at the hospital; just stretched his hand in the direction of his body and a second later with a blink, disappeared and the machinery started beeping.

The following days passed like a blur, she remembers telling her mother about this and she didn't care; probably thinking this was just her daughter`s imagination and when her grandpa's funeral happened she saw more of these shadows gluing themselves into the adults steps. Gradually, she started seeing them more often to a point where predicting bad things happening around became easy as breathing.

When turned fifteen, she noticed there were some kind of dogs or wolves as they seemed to look, with various sizes just as big as cars and little as sheeps, with dark red glowing eyes. They could see her staring and usually would just sniff at the direction she was walking by , but never exactly bothered to come close or chase….

1986

Well, this was her year of graduation and everything was running smoothly - thank you very much - except today, for three single-headed and weird facts:

Waking up to a crow screeching in her window, he had red scarlet eyes and let out a scream before flying to somewhere;

Missing the bus to school;

Suddenly and without a thought accepting a ride from this dude who could be a psycho killer by the looks and his expensive car (a damn Chevy Bel Air 1955 Black and Chrome, that she only knew because of mr. Richard Harrington; who lives ten blocks away driving one around when he's on town)

Well, maybe this was supposed to be her bad day; the Universe surely loves her to make this happen! anyway, she trailed off in thought until hearing the dude at the driver wheel (to whom she didn't trade a single word with since entered the car, could swear was some kind of vampire by the pale-white skin tone and didn't even introduced herself) started speaking in this low and bewitching voice.

- Miss Christine Cunningham, what a beautiful day; don`t you agree?- his voice sounded kinda emotionless while eyeing her with a knowing smirk- guess I wasn't supposed to be here to take you. - Chrissy`s head started ringing a bell at this sentence and she almost broke her neck, turning her head too fast to look at him entirely - But my curiosity just took the best of me, I guess…

At this moment he stopped in front of the school and looking through the window, there was no living soul walking around with also a weird mist, blocking some spaces of the outside view. Which was surely weird because she saw the bus passing by and right that her house is the last stop, before the bus goes directly to school and the mist was just weird; surely there weren't any drop in temperature and the sun was shining very bright today when leaving home.

Okayyyyyy…. 

Maybe this was her year of death and not the perfect-graduation-before-marrying-her-high school-sweetheart, but at least was going to be happy very far from her abusive mother and ignorant/absent father kind of freedom. Except for the fact she traced her brother's fate and will let him suffer the same twisted shit as her. It's too late to regret now, she can only pray that some other biggest force helps him.

The man started laughing (this cute half sweet and funny, kind of) and she may have or may not hold her breath; while lost in thoughts waiting for him to recompose himself after getting out of her own head.

- I'm sorry - he says with a shining and charming smile,before turning to look at her (maybe she went crazy today, but his eyes were a red scarlet like the dogs but with a gleam of knowledge like the crow at her window this morning, at least for a second seemed). With a blink his eyes were this chocolate brown, but the gleam stood there, he seemed to devour every detail of her avidly. He just offered his hand to her and when she went for a handshake, he took her hand making the way to his lips and leaving a little kiss at the back - I`m sorry - he seems to say this word way too much - my lady; but how impolite of me, to not present myself correctly to such a sweet woman as you! - he still held her hand, but the compliments and too formal way of speaking made her heart beat faster, with a little bit of red showing on her cheeks.

 - I am Anubis, guardian of the underworld and one of death's angels…

 - WHAT?!?- Chrissy just bursts out, before containing herself and now scared with all her being. While the supernatural being in front of her just seems to enjoy her reaction and waits patiently for her to calm down.

- Exactly what you heard, my lady; - she still can't believe this dude looking like a rockstar, seemingly to just have got out of one of those magazines such as Rolling Stone is THE egyptian God of underworld and afterlife. Well, it's just like this old saying: “Never doubt a bad event, cause things tend to get way worse; faster than a blink of an eye”. Maybe she's just hallucinating the whole thing? She pinch her leg and yep, this hurts and she's surely awake.

 - Okay, so…. What exactly do you want from me? I mean, I`m just a mortal as you can see and I don't exactly have anything to offer out of the ordinary. - he raises his hand as a signal for her to stop speaking.

- Lady Cunningham, I know you; I've heard enough from the shadows, so many stories of you to just make me curious enough to plan, want to come out of my house and meet you personally. My subordinates are amazed by the fact you can see them and always wanted to come closer and speak with you; but that`s explicitly against our most ancient and important rules. I deeply apologize on behalf of them, if they ever scared you or even chased you around; they just didn't know what to do or how to react to you seeing them, unlike all the other people.- he never let go of her hand while speaking and seemed disappointed after speaking about this essentially -  But, even breaking the rules death gave us and all,  I'm here to also make an offer….. - he looks directly to her like there`s nothing except her soul and could read her deepest secrets without even thinking too much.

She is still scared, not only because he's an egyptian god but because the world out of this space seems to have stopped the clock of time and is very empty. 

- Eternity is something so boring, especially if you can't be seen by other people; so, what I want to offer you is very simple: you can spend some time and keep me company, when you're free from your obligations and in return I can give you rides to anywhere, at anytime - and there it was, the glint but this time; seems like some kind of trap or especially making a deal with the devil himself in exchange for her soul. - So, what do you say?

Well, this wasn't exactly what she had in mind when he offered a ride to school (more like a murder, to be more exactly). But at least he seems to be good even being a powerful god and seems lonely. Well at least she wasn`t trading her soul for some crap and maybe even win a true friend (who knows?);

- Deal. So I can pet the dogs,crows or whatever they are now and they will not try to kill me? - He tried to mask his laugh with a cough and it didn't work.

- By Ra`s sunglasses! PLEASE, tell me you didn't try to pet any of them - he teased softly and humorously.

- Yeah, I did when I was nine, but it was JUST once!- Chrissy tried to hide her joyful smile and failed- So, you have a deal and I want to know, how will you contact me? and if we're gonna hang out, we`ll need a new name for you. Anubis is weird for literally anyone, except if it's a dog- he seems concentrated and trying to find an answer to both questions. Then he seems to remember something, searches his pockets, until he finds a ring inside his jacket and asks for her hand again with a gesture.

-Have you ever heard the story of a place called Hamunaptra?-she shakes her head in a silent “no” - It's an ancient city; now it's buried and forgotten in the Sahara sands; used to be my domain and was called the City of the Dead, used to be the house to my bracelet; An antique necropolis which was the final rest to pharaohs and their families. - he puts a golden ring with the format of a scorpion, with a jackal head with his sting ready to attack, in her middle finger - this is a little copy of my bracelet, with it you can summon me or go to any place where I am. - he gives her a little proud smile, while she just admires the ring and traces its form with the fingertips; before putting her own hand in chest and enjoying this warm feeling of matter to someone. But she fastly snaps out of her short trance to ask:

- What about your name?  we`re still stuck here. - sounding a bit impatient and worried, he just shakes his hand dismissing her worries. 

- Well, that's the easiest part; you can choose any name you want and it's fine with me. - she then remembers why she thought he looked a bit familiar, he seems almost identical to this man….but what was his name? Oh, yes! Eddie Van Halen. She snaps her fingers after remembering this. He stares at her like she's plotting some miraculous plan and waits for her to say something.

- Okay, so you`re gonna be Eddie. An old friend who lives in Chicago and is moving to Hawkins? - she looks at him to confirm and he nods a short “yes”.

- Sooo….- she tries to think of something else, like a thank you. But remain silent and just discard this thought. - See you tomorrow afternoon after cheer practice? - she smiles happy and he does the same.

- Yes,surely my lady! - he answers kinda excited - Oh! and I almost forget, just touch the sting of the ring three times and I will come as fast as I can to where you are. - he says, shaking his head a bit. He then snapped his fingers and smiled like a little kid, who just did something without the parents knowledge. - Now, you`re ready to go to your class and back to everyone, before they just panic.

With this, just as the world was waiting for a command to come back to normal. The sun shines once again softly against her face and all the mist slowly dissolves herself into thin air. She just lets out a heavy sigh of relief and opens the door, gets out and closes. Before going into the school building, she turns one last time and sees Anubis, or better, as he would be called now ; “Eddie” with the passenger window now open, sending a short goodbye with his hand. After she does the same, he yells:

- Say goodbye to Jason for me! - he uses his hand as a megaphone -  because he's literally not going to live enough to see tomorrow comin` - and as fast as he can; he just rolls up the window again, turns to the exit of the parking lot and goes away. While Chrissy is just standing there, in shock, not having processed the last sentence he just dropped on her; while watching the black Bel Air getting smaller in the distance and slowly thinking:

[As weird as this can be, I think we're gonna be great friends and well… I can deal with this shit after all]

Little did she know, after all;

they become much more than just friends….

Allies, Lovers - Soulmates.

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[i-love-yoi]

How will you spend Halloween and what kind of costumes did you have?

I know it’s early, but I really wanted to do it, and I’ll publish it in advance, otherwise I’ll forget to publish it on Halloween. Of course, Halloween is prohibited in my country, but in honor of October I decided to do it.

TW:GN!reader, romantic relationship, caroling, typical and stupid costumes, Halloween, fluff.

Sunny

•He wouldn’t need any costume for Halloween, he would have been accepted as one of their own—

•Although, I think he would not attach such great importance to this holiday.

•Or maybe he just wouldn’t show it?

•You know, he's not very emotional.

•Or maybe he would have even slept through it.

•Although, you are the only one who can drag him outside, even if he wants to drown a little more in his fantasy world, where everything is good and joyful.

•Honestly, he would still prefer to stay at home and spend time together without costumes, just giving some children candy that comes to you.

•In any case, you are home alone, since his mother was busy again and had her own personal plans, so she left you alone that night.

•I think, since it’s Halloween, you would definitely do something related to this theme, for example, watch horror films, eat candy, or, if you and Sunny agree, then walk down the street on Halloween night while most people were in different suits.

•Although, if it’s quite cold there, then he wouldn’t really want to go there.

•He would much rather sit under a warm blanket, cuddling with you, and watch anything, enjoying each other's company and watching what you both chose.

•But what about traditional Halloween costumes, if you can actually discuss it?

•I think costumes like: Zombie and skeleton or mummy and pharaoh would suit you.

•I think you already know who is who.

•Of course, Sunny we will have a zombie and a mummy, and you will be a skeleton and a pharaoh.

•At least Sunny really gets used to the role of some kind of zombie or mummy.

•Although he didn’t even think about getting used to this role, a certain drowsiness helps him in this.

•He doesn't really want to go door to door and ask people for candy.

•At a minimum, he feels uncomfortable talking to strangers, especially in large crowds.

•Well, what did you want? He did not leave the house for 4 whole years, spending almost most of the time in bed and in his dreams.

•You would mostly eat candy, he’s not that hungry, and he has a bunch of different candies at home, of course, if they haven’t expired—

Kel

•Oh, he loves Halloween.

•Basically, he loves any holiday.

•He is always so active and cheerful, especially on holidays.

•He will obviously want to go caroling with you.

•Also, I think he would obviously like the idea of trying out matching suits with you.

•Even if they were very stupid or strange.

•The most important thing is that you both like them, right?

•I think your couples costumes would be just humorous.

•Kel himself would mostly insist on this.

•Your paired costumes would be like those same dinosaurs from AliExpress—

•However, I think when you went door to door collecting candy, Kel was sometimes rejected as an adult.

•Although, in Faraway town, it seems to me that everyone has known each other for many years, especially everyone knows Kel.

•But what if you didn't want to go door to door asking for candy?

•Kel would be shocked.

•Like this? Isn't this the most fun part of Halloween!? Moreover, then sit and gorge yourself on these sweets!?

•But if you don't like it, Kel won't insist too much.

•Of course, he will be annoying, asking you to join in the caroling, but if your answer is still the same, he will just grumble at you all the way.

•However, he would definitely like you to at least walk with him in matching suits.

•Oh please...

•I assure you, even if not their house, Kel and Hero's room would definitely be decorated especially for Halloween, at least part of Kel would definitely be decorated.

•However, if you don't want to go out at all, then Kel will be confused.

•He will be happy to stay with you on Halloween, but he wants candy.

•That's why he will first go caroling candy, and then come running into your arms, holding a bag full of different candies.

•Now you can watch something while eating candy under the blankets all night.

Hero

•Well, he's quite old for this holiday, isn't he?

•Moreover, he has a lot of work, because medical school is a pretty hard thing, isn’t it?

•But he will still spend time with you, there is no need to be afraid about that.

•He loves you, especially since sometimes you need to give yourself a day off so as not to develop any ailments or problems with your nerves.

•Of course, he’s unlikely to go caroling; after all, he’s already 19 years old.

•However, if you are still of an age when you can carol, then he simply walks around with you, watching this process, and saying hello to someone from the people.

•Almost everyone knows him in Faraway town, he helped almost everyone there.

•But what about couples suits?

•I think he wouldn't mind obviously.

•I would even consider it cute.

•The costumes with them would be terribly stupid and cute, although he would give free rein to you to choose the costumes.

•He always adapts to people so that they feel comfortable, sometimes forgetting about himself.

•If he chose any costumes, it would be something like romantic heroes from fairy tales and books, for example, a prince and a princess, who is who you yourself understand.

•He will be happy to walk with you around the town at night, wearing a suit.

•The only main thing is that it is not a spider costume, especially a very realistic one—

•I don't think he would decorate his dorm room for Halloween, I think he just doesn't see the point.

•This holiday is only for one day, why waste so much?

•However, he will be happy to help you if you suddenly want to decorate your house/room in honor of Halloween.

•His room is his decision, your room/house is your decision.

•He would like to spend time alone with you, cuddling, talking, watching something, if you want, of course, and just spending time with you.

•If you absolutely need sweets, then trust me, he will find them and bring them.

•He can also cook some delicious food if he has not yet forgotten how to cook and the skills remain.

•He will watch any movie with you, no matter what genre, most importantly without spiders—

•Although, I think, no matter how brave he seems and, to some extent, emotionless in the films, he actually restrains his emotions and feelings, as always.

•Although, if he really can, he will open up to you and be able to freely show his feelings and emotions, without fear of what might accidentally harm you.

•If it’s a horror movie, then he may flinch sometimes, and at times, if it’s pure horror, then he may scream a little and hug you tighter to him.

•If it’s a comedy, you’ll giggle a little; if it’s a drama or melodrama, you’ll even shed a tear.

•He is a rather emotional boy, but after the incident with Kel, he tries to restrain his emotions, afraid of harming others.

•But if your relationship is very trusting and strong, then you will get your emotional boy, who will sometimes talk to you, but not always.

•In the end, he doesn’t want to bother you, and he also doesn’t want you to bear his own burden, no, he doesn’t want that.

Aubrey

•She’s obviously going caroling, and so are you, no questions asked.

•She would be happy to wear a suit with you, but she has no money because of her mother, who drinks everything on drink.

•She won’t even decorate the house because of her mother.

•Her mother would consider it stupid and reckless, and generally a waste of money.

•She wears her own Halloween costumes either those that are already several years old, or those that she puts together from scrap materials.

•Therefore, if you want to wear two-piece suits, you will have to buy them.

•She may feel silly wearing some cute or humorous costumes, but will also be happy that you have matching costumes.

•I think your couple costumes would be a witch and a witch's black cat.

•For her, this is a great sign of love, especially knowing that she doesn’t have much money.

•She’s obviously going to carol for candy.

•And he always tries to get as much candy as possible, at least for your sake.

•But she won’t take away anyone’s candy, no, no.

•This is not fair, everyone must earn their share by any means.

•She'll also be happy to stroll around with you in these matching outfits.

•Even if Halloween seemed like a children's holiday to her, she would still celebrate it.

•At least remembering her childhood, when she happily ran around with Sunny, Kel, Basil, Hero and Mari, and her parents were still together and everyone was happy.

•Well, everyone also want free candy, right?

•If you want to celebrate Halloween only in private, just you and her, then celebrate only in your house, I think you understand why she doesn’t want to celebrate Halloween in her house, right?

•But if you also have problems with your parents, because of which you cannot celebrate Halloween with her, you will simply walk through the streets arm in arm, laughing, communicating, sharing different feelings, memories, situations, and just fooling around.

•She trusts you.

Basil

•It would be a little awkward for him to go and carol from house to house.

•To him it would look like begging

•But he would be glad to go with you.

•Although, he would also be embarrassed to communicate with people from houses, asking them for candy.

•I think you should already speak for him, he is too worried about this.

•He has such anxiety that what if he pisses off these residents of the houses, what if they hate him.

•Feelings of guilt and anxiety almost completely consumed him.

•If your costumes were paired, then these costumes would be the devil and the angel.

•You decide who is where.

•He wouldn’t mind going for a walk, but the anxiety is right there.

•What if anyone attack you? Or what else!? You never know what can happen, especially on a dark night.

•Moreover, Polly would be very worried.

•But he would be happy to spend time alone with you.

•He doesn't mind you staying at his place.

•Grandma would have slept with him anyway, but Polly is just glad that Basil has such a wonderful partner.

•If you were at his house, he would tell you about his plants, what he was able to grow, and you could also look at the photo album.

•This may make you feel sad.

•Also, when he would talk about his plants or something of his own, he would ask if he was tired of his boring stories about plants.

•Anxiety plays in him again.

•He would be happy to watch movies with you.

•Just don’t choose very scary ones, he’s already all traumatized here.

•He would ask Polly to prepare some sweets, cookies for example.

•He himself doesn’t know how to bake, but Polly can.

•It’s unlikely that he would decorate the room in honor of Halloween.

•He wouldn't really want to celebrate it.

•But if you insisted, he would simply break down and give in to you.

•He doesn’t want to argue with you for a long time.

•He doesn't want to lose you.

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