#FUCK we're doing flash day for halloween too

[junkdyke]

went a week straight of 12-hour sessions in the tattoo studio to immediately doing a 48 film in which i stayed awake until 9am and 6am, maybe i actually will take today to be comfy cozy in my bed and rest my body lmaooo

#i am eeeeeeeepY #and tomorrow i have to try and push through a big chunk of work on my grad film #to have it ready by tuesday morning #still have to edit n post my new tattoos #need to set up some consultations and hopefully appointments #getting back to all my messages and coordinating a meeting with my voice actors #fuck and i still have to email studios in Denver to secure our guest spot #the work never stops baBEYYYY #personal #FUCK we're doing flash day for halloween too #i forgorrrrrrr i need to draw some designs too

[elgascreamslikehell]

Trick or treat 🎃🍭

I'll take you as a treat, thanks!

And here's your trick:

***

Buck is starting his third coffee when the door opens

'Ready or not … but it's better if you're ready!', - Eddie and Chris are standing in the hallway all dressed up.

'Buck, where's your costume? We're gonna be late!', - Chris is a smiling little batman and Eddie, standing near in the nightwing costume is… what is a more powerful word than 'Hot as hell'?

'Erm… I should also have a costume? But it's you who goes trick or treating?', - Buck smiles

'Actually, you're wrong. Your sister told me you didn't have a proper Halloween when you were a child, so today we're fixing it. Go dress up!', - Eddie gives him a strange look: 'Don't leave me alone in this!'

I will never leave you alone, thinks Buck, finishing his coffee, but, obviously, he's not saying that.

'Okay, okay, but I'm not sure i have a proper costume', - he's pretty sure he has not

'And you're wrong again. I waited for something like that, so here you go'

He tosses Buck a bag. Buck opens it and chuckles: 'Seriously?!'

***

'I didn't know you're a DC fan..', - Buck laughs and fixes his cape.

'I'm not. This little gentleman is. Believe me, there were three options: this, Alfred and Flash. Flash was banned immediately for the obvious reasons, you're too young to be Alfred and actually you're younger than me,so…'

'Like… not really?', - Buck fixes his cape again.

'Anyway, Buck, I'm Batman, you and dad both are my family, so here you are! You're Robin! And dad is Robin. In some way', - apparently there's a story behind it and Buck is curious

'I hate capes', - Eddie's definitely not in a mood to discuss this story. And, to be frank, Buck is fine with it. Eddie would make a great Robin but his current costume makes him irresistible.

Actually, thinks Buck after the third house, it's bad. Eddie is too sexy, people - no matter men or women - hear 'trick or treat' and immediately think that Eddie's a treat. He is, of course. But it makes Buck uncomfortable in a certain way. Eddie, on the other hand, doesn't even notice that. He just smiles and tugs at Buck's coat and ruffles Buck's hair every time someone is clearly hitting on him.

***

'Okay, young man. We're finishing this street and going home. No sweets before dinner… Buck, for fuck sake, it applies to you also!'

Buck scoffs with a wide smile and starts chewing reeses twice faster

'I didn't cook today so i think i just have candies', - he feels happy and it's strange. But everything happy should come to an end. So they're finishing this street and this would be the end for this unexpectedly happy day.

'Don't you go home with us? We have steaks! And a pumpkin pie, Tia Peppa cooked it', - Chris looks surprised and a little offended

'Erm.. if your father is okay…', - Eddie interrupts him: 'To be honest i just forgot for a second you don't actually live with us…',- he smiles but his smile is a little crooked: 'So of course you're going. And do you know what it means? Stop eating chocolates!'

***

'Eddie?', - he waits till the pie is cut, how long should he wait?

'Yes?',- he's still dressed as a nightwing which is ridiculous cause he's acting clearly as Alfred.

'What did you mean you forgot I don't live with you? Am i annoying? Am I bothering you too much? Should I come less often?', - Buck actually doesn't want this questions to be answered but he already asked

Eddie keeps quiet for a second

'Actually… the opposite',- Buck is confused: 'What?'

'I think you should live here. Another piece? I told you, Peppa's pumpkin pie is something'

And Chris just nods, surprisingly for Buck - he isn't surprised at all

***

'Why?'

Chris is sleeping already and Eddie and Buck are sitting on the couch and looking at a pile of candies.

'Why what? Gimme that, I like sour!', - Eddie is still in his costume and Buck starts to think he just stuck inside

'Why did you take me trick or treating? Why did you say I need to live here? Why?'

Eddie scoffs: 'You haven't done it at the time, I just wanted to give you this experience even if it is late. And about living… you spend more time here than at loft so it sounds logical in my head, I'm sorry if it hurts you… no, that's also mine. Sour!'

Buck smiles: 'You're fantastic, you know? I love you'.

It just spilled out and Buck immediately bites his tongue. That's not the way he wanted to end this day.

But Eddie… Eddie just smiles like nothing happened. Okay, no, he smiles like something very good happened.

'I love you too, Evan. I would even kiss you now but I'm not…'

Buck doesn't know what specifically Eddie is not. Cause Buck himself pretty much is.

And Buck kisses him. And again. And again.

And Eddie answers every time. Like a perfect ending for the perfect day.

It was his trick or treating, right?

Eddie is his main treat!

#ryu is playing dead #ryu is talking to people #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie 911 #buck x eddie

[klirk-hammurton]

Exploring A Haunted House With Your Favorite Metallica Member(s)

James Hetfield

Is against the idea at first, but relents and joins you

Has a duffel bag full of shit. We're talking flashlights, matches, snacks, probably has a pair of brass knuckles because he'd totally fight a ghost for you

Yells "I swear to fucking fuck if anyone fucks with me I will fuck you up!" He likes to be a big tough guy

Is low key scared but refuses to admit it

Will enter every room first just to make sure that its safe for you

Knocks down any spiderwebs from doorways for you. He's such a gentleman

Throws a flash light at any moving shadow. Takes. No. Chances. PISS OFF GHOST!

He's a screamer. Don't laugh at him. He startles easily but will play it off by laughing to cover up that he got spooked.

DON'T TOUCH THE DUSTY BOOKS! He won't let you touch anything. Horror movie logic. Bad spirits live in the books. No touchy.

Once he's comfortable he'd want to explore more abandoned houses

Kirk Hammett

Will straight up ask you to marry him because he loves spooky shit. You're forever his favorite human

Packs sleeping bags, snacks flashlights, candles, you name it. The man is ready for this.

He'd do research on the place and basically be your tour guide. He's obsessed with horror. Bless his little horror nerd heart

Would crack jokes like "if you're an evil spirit trying to kill me clap your hands".

Throws a candle stick at the first shadow figure he sees and then runs. Forgets you're standing there and runs back to grab you then makes another break for it.

Wants to explore a haunted house for every Halloween with you

Isn't scared at all. Boasts about how brave he is. Gets the shit scared out of him anyway

Would find some type of creepy souvenir to take home with him. "PUT THAT THING DOWN!" "......but it would go great in my horror collection....."

Buys ghost hunting equipment. He's now a self proclaimed professional at this.

When you get scared, he'll hold you close against his chest. He smells heavenly.

Cliff Burton

Looks at you like you're crazy but decides to go anyway because he loves you

He's completely against the idea but doesn't want you going alone. He's a protective boyfriend.

Refuses to let you enter the building or any room first. He's ready to kick anyone's ass if they want to be stupid

Forgets to pack extra batteries. Relieved that you planned ahead.

Packs extra cigarettes. "Of course you brought those and not batteries!" ..."in my defense, I'm not a ghost hunter...."

Finds exploring this haunted house to be pretty cool. Finds an empty room to tell spooky stories in. He's such a dork.

Acts tough as nails. Is low key scared af but too prideful to admit it. Winds up throwing his flashlight at something moving.

"I swear to God if anything or anyone jumps out, I will knock your fucking head off." He's such a tough guy. Look at him puffing out his chest and showing off for you.

Will not let go of your hand for nothing. Is he scared or just being protective? Plays it off as being protective. He doesn't want you running off and getting hurt

Bumps his head on the low doorframes. Bless his heart for being so tall. Freaks out because of the spiderwebs. Instant kung-fu master.

Lars Ulrich

Is absolutely against it. Not no. But HELL NO!

Relents at your pouting and refuses to let you go exploring with Kirk. "If he can do it then fine I'll do it too." Such a chaotic little Gremlin.

Over packs too much shit. Water and snacks for days. "Lars.....this is alcohol....." ....."if we're playing with ghosts, we mine as well have a good time."

Is instantly intimidated by how huge this house is. Would probably get lost in the labyrinth of halls.

Definitely throws his bag of supplies at a shadow figure and bolts the other way. Its his own shadow. "Look, I can explain. It was like, 7 feet tall okay?"

Is very unwilling to split up. Let's you go exploring by yourself. Is high key freaked out by every single little noise. Has watched too many horror movies with Kirk.

Gets too confident in himself. Scribbles a tiny "Lars was here" on a wall. Instantly regrets it when something growls at him.

Even freaked out he's very observant of you. Will pull you close to him if you get scared or something looks dangerous. He's a professional at this. He's had one too many horror flick marathons with Kirk

Would definitely punch out somebody if they tried scaring you. Would feel bad if it was kid. "I'm sorry but you deserve it you little shit!"

Brings a small vile of holy water. You can never be too safe. Threatens to use it on everything that moves.

Jason Newsted

Is really on the fence about it at first but starts to dig the idea because he gets to be a big tough guy.

Packs everything you'll need. Flashlights, candles, matches, snacks, water bottles, batteries. He's coming prepared. He was born for this.

He'll walk in front of you while holdiyour hand to make sure everything is safe. Knocks down the spiderwebs for you.

Probably finds some amateur ghost equipment to bring just to be a show off. Gets freaked out when he hears a spirit talk. Tries to play it off.

Touching walls and bookcases. "There's gotta be secret passages somewhere." Looks like a total dork rubbing the walls for the secret door that may or may not exist.

Gets distracted by some of the paintings hanging on the walls. "Absolutely not." ...."but it's such a rarity...." pouts a little but he'll get over it. Gets creeped out when the eyes start following you.

Holds you close if you get scared. His heart is racing too but he stays calm for you. He has a vile of holy water and a vile of salt for those pesky demons. If it works in Hollywood, it'll work here too

Probably gets lost finding that mythical hidden door. Instant regret when he can't find you. "This isn't how trap doors are supposed to work...."

Would stare suspiciously at a shadow and shine a light at it. Looks at you then back to the shadow "has that always been there?" ...."sweetie, that's YOUR shadow." Then it moves and he chucks a book or candle stick at it.

Finds a hole in the roof of the attic and finds it to be the perfect spot to watch the stars and full moon. Not everything has to be spooky.

Robert Trujillo

"You're joking right?" He's very skeptical about it. Between his Hispanic and native heritage, there's too many things that could go wrong. "We don't say the W name" ..."Wendigo?" ..."I SAID DON'T SAY IT!!!!"

You're confident that nothing can go wrong. Since your heart is set on it, he pushes his superstitions aside and joins you. Don't be surprised if he has blessed white sage, holy water, salt, probably a crucifix too.

He's on high alert. Can't tell if he's in a predatory or Prey state. Every noise is a threat. Tries to keep a brave face even though he's ready to throw you over his shoulder and bolt.

Low key digs the gargoyles decorating each peak of the dilapidated roof. Tries to keep himself from touching one by the stairs. Touches it anyway.

Has a bag full of supplies. Packs extra of everything. "Robbie....we're only going for a few hours. This bag could last a week...." hes he's over achiever. Better safe than sorry

Gets a little too into the spooky vibes. Starts to tell you spooky ghost stories from his Native heritage. Accidentally freaks himself out. Plays it off as part of the story. "I could be a Grade A actor."

Doesn't trust any of the animals harboring in the house. "THAT IS NOT A RAT! NO DON'T TRY TO TOUCH IT!"

When shot gets real, he'll protect you with his life. Stands in front you if a shadow figure moves. Nobody and nothing hurts his baby girl.

Holds your hand like a lifeline. You aren't going anywhere. You're sticking by his side no matter what.

He would want to do it again even he got the shit scared out of him

#metallica #metallica family #met family #5th member #acillatem #james hetfield #papa het #d a d d y het #kirk hammett #kirk the ripper hammett #the ripper #clifford lee burton #cliff burton #the master of orion #jason newsted #the newkid #lars ulrich #robert trujillo #exploring a haunted house #spooky season #imagines

[cherryliqueurkinks]

a night for mischief

The Ghoulies finally find a way to get back at the Serpents, and that's by having their fun with their precious Serpent Queen.

Countdown to Halloween - 2 Days Until Halloween!

pairing: betty cooper/malachai/ghoulies

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Picking up the Serpent Slut from a Northside party is easy enough when half the party is drunk and the other half is high off of jingle jangle, including the prissy princess herself, much to Malachai's delight. She's so out of it that she doesn't even scream when two Ghoulies snag her from the side yard and hustle her into the back of the van, but he rips open another stick and pours it into her mouth just in case she catches a second wind on the drive back.

He also decides he digs the slutty schoolgirl getup enough to let it stay on for now, although he cuts her panties off before they make it back into the Ghoulie den so there's less standing in his way when he finally gets her in front of the cameras. He'd thought about keeping Jones in the room for a live performance, but putting on a show for the dark web means they'll get taunt Jones and get a payday while doing it. Two birds, one stone.

Sounds like a pretty fucking great Halloween to him.

"Bring me the main camera," Malachai orders as one of the Ghoulies deposits a limp, half-conscious Betty onto the bed. There are two more cameras on tripods pointed at her from either side, and in one corner of the room, another Ghoulie is bent over a laptop to keep an eye on the stream. "And send one of the girls down to gives Jones some company," Malachai adds, flashing his teeth in a grin as he points the camera right between the Serpent Slut's creamy, sprawled open legs. "He might get a little excited watching his girl become a budding star tonight, and he's a little too tied up to take care of himself."

Snickers break out around the room, and Malachai licks his lips as he signals his guy to start, Betty's dazed face filling the screen.

"Happy Halloween to all of the sluts out there, but especially this one right here," he says into the mic as he zooms in on Betty's lips, parted in a pout, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half-lidded from the high of the jingle jangle. Her skewed ponytail and rumpled clothes already give her the image of a girl who's freshly fucked, and Malachai decides he likes the irony of it considering what's about to happen. "A little birdy told me her boyfriend hasn't learned how to make her come yet, and isn't that a damn shame? The lady deserves a good ride, so we're going to ride her all night long. Let's hope her boy toy is somewhere watching this and taking notes."

-

Betty keens out as she feels her pussy beginning to spasm again, still impossibly aroused despite how many time she's come, still feeling as tight as when they first started despite how many Ghoulie cocks have been inside of her by now. She knows they feel it, too, because they always grunt with the effort of bottoming out, saying how snug a fit she is as someone aims the camera at her cunt clamped tight around their cock as if to prove it each and every time.

She doesn't know if it's because of how much she'd had to drink before they'd grabbed her, or the extra dose of jingle jangle they'd poured down her throat, but Betty has never felt arousal quite like this before, has never felt so turned out that her body is humming for more despite how wrung out from pleasure she feels each time they push her past that peak. It's as if all she's capable of doing and feeling is pleasure, and the Ghoulies seem intent on giving her just that, as many times as possible, relishing in the tears of ecstasy that roll down her cheeks and the way her body writhes enticingly for the cameras every time her orgasm crashes over her.

"Oh fuck, she's squeezing the shit out of me," the Ghoulie in her grunts as he hikes her leg up higher, her tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts as he fucks her from behind. Betty catches sight of the camera pointed right at her, hears the pings of the chat as messages continue flooding in as steadily as they have all night, and the humiliation flooding her stomach only makes her come harder as her cries climb in octave, squirming in a useless attempt to find reprieve from his bruising thrusts.

"Someone wants to see her squirt again," a Ghoulie calls out, and Betty feels her stomach drop as she hears the telltale click of the vibrator being switched back on, humming filling the air as the camera slinks in closer. She whimpers in protest, but all she can do is take it as the toy is being pressed tightly against her oversensitive bundle of nerves as the Ghoulie fucking her begins spurting ribbons of cum.

Betty shrieks, body thrashing, and tight swirls of the vibe has her coming yet again, her arousal bursting out of her in hot streams that no doubt splash the camera with how close it is, but the Ghoulie doesn't dare move, taking in every squirt and spasm of her cunt as the Ghoulie empties his cum in thick ropes that drip all over the inside of her thighs when he finally pops himself free.

More hands are on her, flipping her onto her back and pressing her legs to the bed as the vibe continues being dragged across her orgasming pussy, making Betty sob from the pure pleasure being forced on her as her clenching pussy pushes more and more cum out and onto the rumpled bedsheet.

She comes again, gasping, trying to push the torturous toy away, but all it does is earn a round of laughter from the room.

"You cry so pretty for us," Malachai taunts, his hand wiping her tears away almost affectionately as he lays himself out beside her writhing body, head propped up on his elbow as he flashes a grin down at her. "But you've been such a good pleasure doll, I'll let you beg me to fuck your ass so you can give your slutty pussy and poor clit a break."

Betty feels her chest squeeze, wanting to reject the thought entirely. They've already had their fun with toys in her ass, even fucking her with an assortment of small, vibrating toys until she'd come from that alone, but she's felt what their cocks are like. Every single one of them would be too big and too long for her ass, but especially Malachai.

But then someone notches the vibrations up higher, making her keen out as her eyes practically roll back, and she finds herself breaking within seconds.

"Please," she sobs, grabbing onto Malachai's arm as a wave of white-hot pleasure shudders through her, her clit aching from the unrelenting hum of the toy. "Please, please fuck my ass instead, I can't... I can't take it - ah! AH!"

Malachai grabs the vibe from the Ghoulie holding it, gliding it down and pressing it into her twitching entrance, more cum and slickness flooding out from her before he slides it back up and presses it against her aching bud. "Popping an anal cherry is sacred to us, you know," he says, and Betty sobs as the vibrations shudder through her. "If you give us your ass, it's ours, and so are you."

Betty already feels herself coming again, the pleasure borderline painful as it bursts through her, and she shakes her head from side to side.

"Fuck me! Fuck - ohhh, oh!" she shrieks, back arching off of the bed. "F-fuck my ass instead just, ah, make it stop, please, please make it stop."

Malachai chuckles, drawing the toy away, and Betty's entire body sags in relief as she practically melts onto the bed. "Atta girl," he chuckles, tossing the vibe aside, and Betty barely has the energy to move on her own as he slips her onto her hands and knees. He motions for one of his Ghoulies to hand him something, and Betty is barely coherent enough to recognize the sound of her blouse being cut away until she sees the rumpled, soiled fabric being tossed over the side of the bed. "Much better," he says, flipping her skirt up as one of the Ghoulies brings the camera close to her ass, and she jumps when Malachai smacks his hand across the creamy flesh. "You're so wet, you won't even need lube."

Betty mewls, glancing over her shoulder at the sight of him towering behind her, even while on his knees. She can feel his cock bobbing against her thigh, and she hates that the little bit of friction is all it takes for her body to start tingling all over again. She shouldn't be turned on by this at all, and she's terrified to think of what that will mean for her after all of this ends.

If it'll ever end.

As if hearing her thoughts, Malachai grins wickedly, stretching her out inch by inch as he sinks his cock into her. Despite the tightness, he slides in with relative ease, Betty's eyes fluttering as she feels him filling her too quickly. Already, it's too much, pushing her breath from her lungs as he bottoms out with a grunt.

"Good luck coming from any cock that isn't a Ghoulie cock," he murmurs into her ear, grabbing her hips as he eases himself out and then slams himself back in, making her stutter out a moan. "What I said for the cameras about taking your ass was just for show, but when you come crawling back all on your own, begging for us to make you come the way Jones never could, it'll be even sweeter."

Then he draws back, tightening his grip on her hips as he starts fucking her without abandon, and Betty lets out a soft sob of pleasure as she feels her arousal climbing with every thrust. Even her clit betrays her as it tingles from the delicious friction of him inside of her, and when she lets out a tortured moan, every Ghoulie in the room laughs as if they know it isn't just for the camera.

#betty cooper x malachai #betty cooper x ghoulies #fic

[haloburns]

Ghost Light ABO AU! Ghost Light ABO AU! Ghost Light ABO AU! Ghost Light ABO AU!!!

so this will probably never see the light of day, but here's the rough plot:

main series events minus the angst, so like the whole tony thing happens, halloween happens, but danny's not sick or anything. mateo's an omega, but he hates the way everyone treats him (and Omegas in general) so he signed up for everything at college as a beta and uses suppressants. no one can tell the difference. danny was supposed to be a beta but the accident changed that too, and now he's an alpha. (Sam and Vanessa are alphas, tucker, nikau, and emrys are betas, and manaia is an omega in case anyone was curious. no i didn't do any serious thinking abt this it kinda just fell into place as i thought abt for half a second) danny and mateo are still developing feelings for each other, teo still knows he's phantom but danny doesn't know he's an omega. i'm thinking "whippoorwill" still starts mostly like it does rn, danny cant sleep but for normal college reasons. Mateo suggests he go flying, he does the next night yadda yadda. Danny still gets into an aggressive ghost fight, still comes back 50 hornee. BUT. key difference is: mateo's close to his heat. its different on suppressants, sure, and theoretically no one should be able to tell. he'll be a little grumpier than normal, a little more touchy, but that's it. no one's noticed his heats before. they only happen every three months, aaaand we're just about three months into the semester, so his last heat was just before school started. but then phantom comes back, pheromones all over the place from the fight and oops, there go the suppressants! danny's internally panicking because this was not something they'd talked about because mateo was not supposed to be an omega!! things are very quickly devolving into "can't talk about it" territory bc he was already normal horny, now he's getting heat drunk and mateo's basically been snapped into a full alpha-induced heat, something he's never had before and he's overwhelmed. danny's trying to be sweet and keep hold of his control because he already cares about mateo very deeply and this is a big deal, but mateo's like "fuck the details and fuck me instead"

and that's all i got. a snippet below the cut because i'm feeling generous today

Mateo grumbled as he buried his nose in his blanket, trying to ignore the urge to grab Danny’s blanket from his bed. Sure, his blankets kinda smelled like him, smelled like them, but he wanted more. He groaned in annoyance as a heated shudder raced through him at the thought of more from Danny.

He knew his heat was close. And he knew he should’ve told Danny before now about him actually being an Omega and not like a Beta like he’d been pretending for months, but he didn’t want to ruin a good thing… So now, here he was, probably a day or so from his heat, with a very dangerous Alpha as his roommate and boyfriend that he wanted to climb like a fucking tree and let kn—.

Mateo turned his face into his pillow and groaned. This was going to be miserable. The suppressants he was on were supposed to prevent a heat, or maybe give him a small one every three months, but this… Another shudder ran through him and he bit back a whimper. This felt like a proper, week-long heat. He just wished Danny would get back soon, so he could at least talk to him.

A flash of heat raced up his spine and this time he didn’t hold back the soft moan into the pillow. Or they could talk after Mateo didn’t feel like he was going to spontaneously combust with every breath.

He was so fucked.

And not in the way he wanted to be.

<lr>

Danny grinned as he flew through the outer wall of their dorm. He was itching to see Mateo after his fight, something close to adrenaline still buzzing in his veins. He landed soundlessly in their shared room. Mateo was sitting at his desk, working on homework, and Danny couldn’t help the happiness that rolled through his scent at the sight. 

Sometimes, he hated that Mateo was just a Beta, because he couldn’t tell the way his scent bumped elated every time he saw him, the way heat rolled through his scent with each and every smile and tight press of his body. It hurt his heart and made his Core ache sometimes, but he wouldn’t trade Mateo for any Omega in the world.

“Thought you wouldn’t wait up for me?” Danny laughed, low and rolling, as he stepped toward the Beta, shaking off all of those thoughts. He just wanted Mateo in his arms right now. “I was looking forward to crawling into bed with you.”

<lr>

Mateo tilted his head back with a lazy, guilty grin. He took a breath to make a comment about getting into bed with Phantom, but instead of the snarky words he intended, all that came out was a breathy moan. Fuck, he’d hoped he’d have more time, a more coherent frame of mind, so they could talk about this, but… That smell… 

He knew Danny thought he was a Beta and that he couldn’t scent him like Omegas and other Alphas could, but he could and gods it drove him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to notch his nose against Danny’s neck and lose himself in the scent of the half ghost he called his boyfriend but he couldn’t because of this stupid pretense. He loved the way Danny smelled. Like leather and thunderstorms and just faintly like ozone. Like danger. Like power. It was almost intoxicating most days, but now, right now, that dangerous scent was overwhelming and, fuck, his heat was going to hit now, wasn’t it?

It took everything in Mateo not to whine and bare his throat when Danny smelled this good because he was supposed to be pretending he was a Beta, not a fucking Omega… But every inhale crackled with lightning and the sweet, citrusy scent of the Ghost Zone Danny always carried with him as Phantom. 

Heat started to blur his thoughts, and suddenly he couldn’t remember why he was holding back. He needed Danny, needed his Alpha. Pretense be damned.

He tilted his head back further as the dangerous scent began to permeate the room and whined low in his throat. “Danny…”

<lr>

Danny frowned as he watched Mateo shudder, eyes sliding closed with another quiet hitch in his breathing. “Teo, you okay?” 

He’d never seen Mateo look so out of it. Swallowing the low rumble that threatened to form in his chest, he started closer. He reached out a hand to run his fingers through Mateo’s curls but he stopped a few feet away. It was like he’d hit a wall. A low growl ripped from his chest as he finally managed to take a deep breath. 

Shock hit him first. Then disbelief. With another inhale, desire overwhelmed him, his eyes sliding half shut as it rolled through him.

“Mateo…” he growled again. He didn’t mean to growl, he hadn’t meant to, but he couldn't help it. He couldn’t help it when Mateo whined in response, his back arching off the chair. Danny stumbled closer but he forced himself to stay. still. He couldn’t rush this. Even if…this…shouldn’t be possible. But he couldn’t deny the hazy glow in Mateo’s eyes or the cardamom and vanilla scent winding its way through the room, making it flush with spicy, amber heat.  Another deep inhale confirmed it.

His roomate, his boyfriend, was an Omega.

An Omega in heat.

“Teo, why didn’t you tell me?” Danny said, forcing the growl from his voice as finally let himself step closer. He stepped up behind Mateo at the desk and ran his hands through his already damp curls, trying not to react to the way he arched into the touch, baring his throat. Danny swallowed the growl and forced a sharp breath through his nose so he could focus. “Sweet Omega, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t— Didn’t—” he panted, wriggling in the chair as discomfort started to settle in. Danny was touching him but it wasn’t enough. He was hot and empty, so why were they just talking? “Danny, please…”

“Focus, Mateo.” Danny cradled the back of his head, slipping his hand down to his neck to settle him. Mateo moaned softly as he went boneless in Danny’s hand, slipping further down the chair. “We gotta talk about this before—”

“Nooo,” Mateo whined, forcing his eyes open. He pulled away from Danny’s grip at his neck; he didn’t want to be settled, he wanted Danny to kno— He looked up, biting his lip and his breath left him in a rush. Electric green eyes met his and sent a hot spark down his spine, and he was suddenly very, very slick. “No talking. We can talk later. Please just kiss me,” he whispered.

He pushed himself up until he could wrap his arms around Danny’s neck. Mateo clung to him, the angle weird with Danny too close and Mateo too shaky, but that didn’t stop him from crashing their mouths together. He groaned as it pressed their chests together, cooling him instantly everywhere Danny—Phantom—touched him. Danny growled into the kiss, snaking his free arm around Mateo’s waist tight to keep him from going anywhere. He felt like he would lose it just a little bit if the Omega— Mateo— his Omega went anywhere just yet.

#ghost light au #ghost light ABO au #ecto writes #ecto fics #my fics #my au #i would say sorry but tbh im not #now yall know #im filth

[nightshade-minho]

Halloween Costumes (2) 

💀 Han

[ warnings: public, kind of fear kink but also not? fingering, light degradation ]

You barely noticed Jisung’s fingers sliding between your thighs, your heart still pounding in fear as the ride slowed down in the dark tunnel, the atmosphere eerily quiet.

That is, until you felt his fingers rubbing over your clit, clearly using the fact that you were wearing a skirt to his advantage. You looked up at Jisung’s face with a glare, covered in a ghostly sheen thanks to his make-up. Was it weird that you somehow found him hotter like this? 

“Jisung...this is not the t-time nor the place- fuck-”

He shook his head, leaning in to whisper into your ear. “I don’t agree, babe. You look so delectable dressed like that, how do you expect me to resist this?” He gave you a cheeky grin as he pulled away, his fingers deftly sliding your panties to the side. The rush of cold air made you bite your lip, your mind momentarily forgetting your fear.

However a jumpscare took place at the same time he slid his finger in, making you jolt and scream loudly, voice almost giving out.

Jisung grinned widely at your reaction, the ride starting to move at a fast pace once more. He decided to thrust his digits quicker, loving how your moans were mixed with screams, your heart beating fast. Your brain could barely make sense of all of the different sensations you were feeling.

Meanwhile the man sitting next to you laughed maniacally, grabbing your face to look at him as he pressed his lips to yours.

"Damn, you love this don't you, little slut?" He chuckled against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth just as he inserted another finger.

He was right, you did. The adrenaline coursing through your veins was only serving to heighten the pleasure Jisung was giving you. He bit your bottom lip as he pulled away, crooking his fingers and fucking them into you roughly. His expression was a stark contrast to the sinful actions his fingers were carrying out down there, a wide smile decorating his face. 

Your orgasm was approaching quickly, and you bit your lip as you felt the beginnings of it spread outward over your entire body. 

The ride was coming to a halt, still speedily hurtling through the tunnel as it was about to reach its end. Soon, it began to slow down.

Jisung pulled his fingers out almost immediately, causing you to let out a pitiful whine, legs still quivering.

Your pussy was still throbbing, frustration filling you at the loss of your orgasm. You turned to Jisung with a frown, ready to berate him when he shut you up with a peck.

"Come on, baby." He held his hand out to you, helping you out of the ride as it stopped.

"If you're going to cum tonight, it will be on my cock."

💀 Felix

[ warnings: unprotected sex, fake gun play, marking kink, for some reason you thought it would be a good idea to wear a horse costume lmao ]

You were supposed to have been at a Halloween party by now. But no, here you were, getting absolutely wrecked by your boyfriend as he took you over the dining table. You knew you should have exhibited some self control...but as soon as you laid your eyes on him in his cowboy attire, gun strapped to his holster, his hair beautiful messed and sporting a jaunty hat - you knew the night would end with his cum in you.

"We're- fuck- going to be so late." You groaned, unable to breathe as Felix's solid length filled you up deliciously, your tight heat welcoming him in with every thrust.

"I don’t give a fuck, kitten. After all, this was how our night was going to end any way, right?"

"Our friends will be waiting for us." You managed to speak, your mouth dropping open as the sheer pleasure took over your weak body, your boyfriend’s aura piercing into you firmly.

"Let them fucking wait." He groaned, leaning down and molding his lips with yours. "I don't care if we're going to miss the party, baby. All I care about right now is your beautiful body, worn out and naked for me."

He slammed his hips into yours repeatedly, making sure his grip on your waist was tight enough to leave marks. Felix loved marking you up. The thought of everyone seeing you and immediately knowing you belonged to him turned him on beyond belief.

"You're mine." He hissed, his lips trailing down to nip just above your nipple, the action drawing out a surprised groan from you. "Mine mine mine mine."

He slowly drew out the fake gun from his holster, smirking as he pressed it above your clit. Your eyes widened impossibly large- your pussy tightening around him as a new wave of arousal gushed out of you.

Moving the top of the gun gently enough to stimulate you without having to hurt you, Felix leaned down to kiss your neck once more.

"You think a cowboy is sexy? Well, I guess I can agree. You know what isn't a good costume, though?"

He pointed to the shreds of fabric on the floor, your horse costume having had been ripped off by him. You followed his gaze, cheeks flushing. You honestly don’t know what you were thinking when you bought that.

"You wouldn't have looked good in that. Hell, no one can pull that shit off." He chuckled deeply, pressing his lips to yours again as you felt him brush against your sweet spot.

"I prefer you in your birthday suit, anyways.”

💀 Seungmin

[ warnings: slave kink, fingering ]

“Please.” You begged.

When you’d agreed to Seungmin’s idea, this wasn’t what you had expected. Sure, you’d thought. If he wanted to plan your activities for Halloween, why not?

And here you were now, completely tied up and naked as the day you were born. You rarely relinquished all your power to him in this manner, rarely let him do these things. He’d sat on the ornate armchair in the corner of your room, leg crossed over the other as he tapped his chin.

His attire was regal, too expensive and luxurious to even be considered a costume. The cherry on top was the opulent crown resting on his head. He really did look majestic, like a true king.

What did that make you?

“Please?” Seungmin scoffed, his lips spreading into a smirk as he glanced you up and down. “You could do a lot better than that, my baby. Can’t you?”

“I...I just-” You sobbed, your pussy throbbing with need. You wanted him inside you, now. Unfortunately, you’re in no place to order him around. No, that’s his job.

“Go on.” His eyes shone as he stood up, walking closer to the bed. “Tell me what you want.”

“I...” You swallowed, unable to hold yourself back. Shedding your dignity, you whimpered, looking up at him helplessly. “I need you so bad, Your Majesty. I want you to ruin me, fuck me until I can’t breathe, treat me like your slave. Cause th-that’s all I am.”

You scrunched your eyes shut, too nervous to see his expression. A few seconds of silence passed, before you felt his long fingers sliding up your folds. The touch you’d long craved made you jolt forward, a long whine leaving your lips. “P-please- more...”

He chuckled, finger poking at your entrance as he pet your head condescendingly. “Don’t worry, my little servant.”

His digits slid in all of a sudden, making you cry out, your eyes opening.

The sight in front of you almost made you wish you’d kept them closed. His lip was held between his teeth, as his eyes took in your entire form, his face closer to yours than you’d expected.

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he spoke, in time with a cruel thrust.

“I’ll make sure you serve your lord well.”

💀 I.N

[ warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, degradation ]

You could barely concentrate on mixing the batter, your eyes fluttering as you kept a tight grip on the wooden spoon. How could anyone expect you to think straight when your boyfriend's fingers were running through your swollen folds, collecting your juices and sucking on his digits right after?

You let out an embarrassed moan as Jeongin kissed the back of your neck, his hands spreading your butt cheeks to expose your heat to him clearly.

"God, you're such a dirty girl for me, you know?" He smirked, pressing himself up against you. "I really do love the taste of you right now, princess. Don't even bother dressing up, you look great like this...naked as you bake for me."

You whined and twisted your neck to look at him, pouting. Your boyfriend had gotten dressed way before you, and his costume was impeccably high-end, having borrowed it from an actual film studio. The party wasn't for hours, but you imagined he wanted to live in this fantasy for as long as he could.

You tried your best to focus on the pumpkin cupcakes you were making, your hand shivering. However it was proving to be extremely different, especially when Jeongin slid a finger inside, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls clenching around it.

"Fuck baby, I could take you right here and now.."

You struggled to formulate sentences as he pumped the lone finger in and out of you. "No..." you whimpered. "I have to finish these cupcakes for the party or Felix will kill me-"

"You can continue baking." He mumbled, and you heard a zipper being undone. A second later, his swollen head was pressed against your entrance teasingly, causing you to let out a sound halfway between a groan and whine.

Unable to deny him when he was so tantalizingly close, you nodded, hearing him breathe a sigh of relief as he pushed in all of a sudden, jolting you against the counter.

"Fuck-" You cried out, your hands gripping the edge as you dropped the spoon. There wasn't a point in trying, you'd just mess it up anyway. As if you could focus on something so mundane when your boyfriend was filling you up so deliciously.

He grinned as he saw you give up, pulling you out and lifting you up onto the counter just to slide back in.

You looked down at him and inhaled, panting as he fucked into you. Reaching a hand up, you gripped his horns for support, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

"Cute little girl, getting fucked by a demon. Bet you love this, my little slut.'

"I...do..." You glanced at your abandoned cupcakes momentarily, a tiny flash of guilt in your stomach.

Noticing your gaze, he gripped your chin and made you face him again,

"Oh, fuck the cupcakes. I'm sure you taste better than them anyway..." He kissed you full on the lips, bucking his hips intermittently. "God I fucking love Halloween..."

note: yeah this is kinda late. enjoy, tho <3

#jisung smut #han smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #skz smut #jeongin smut #i.n smut #stray kids smut

[i-lovethatforme]

May you write a fuck boy Peter and a next door neighbor Academic God Michelle story😭 I love your writing.

day eight: teach me how to love

The sun is shining - a rarity in late October in Queens. Though the heat does nothing to warm her toes as she sits on the rooftop of her dorm. The warm hot chocolate she has her hands clamped around helps a bit though.

"Thanks, Spidey."

"You're welcome, Em," he replies, sitting as close to her as he allows himself to. She wants to argue if he was just a smidge closer, she'd be able to feel the warmth of the heater in his suit more - but she also doesn't want to tell him she's done a ridiculous amount of research on him. Some before they even started chatting up here.

"Are you going to any Halloween parties, tonight?" she asks, a shiver racing through her body that she doesn't manage to keep down.

"Er, I dunno, it's usually a pretty busy night," he replies, placing his coffee cup down and pulling his gloves off. She swallows as she sees his hands because she's never seen any part of him before and she's been desperate to. And fuck why does he have such nice hands? Arsehole.

He spins to face her, plucking one of her hands from her cup - and her breath is way too shaky as he touches her. She lets him roll one of his gloves onto her hand before she speaks.

"So what do you do for fun? If you're always on patrol when all the fun things are happening?"

"Well," he replies, rolling the second glove on and rubbing her hands between his. She's really not that cold but it could be a hundred degrees out and she'd let him do whatever he wanted to her.

"My friends just use it as an excuse to get laid so I'd be bored anyway."

"You don't wanna hook up with anyone?" she asks. She tries to keep her voice uncaring but her heart is thumping away and he'd be able to hear it even if he wasn't superpowered.

"The only person I'm interested in - is right here," he whispers.

"It's a costume party," she blurts out, knowing that she turned down the invitation from Flash but that doesn't mean she can't just turn up. "Well, the one I'm going to is. Er, so if you wanted. You could just wear your suit, and no one would know."

"You wouldn't know either," he replies.

"I know. But you're not ready and I dunno, there's something exciting about being able to hang out with you outside of this roof."

"Yeah?" he asks, and she definitely doesn't need to be powered to hear the hope in his voice.

"Yeah, loser," she laughs, looking at her phone on the floor to avoid his gaze. Fuck. It's almost three.

"Ughhhhhhhh," she groans, picking up her phone.

"Study time?"

"Arsehole study time," she grimaces.

"You know - I bet he's not that bad," Spider-Man says, helping her off the ground, his hand landing on her waist and she feels herself burning up even though she's in two layers.

"Why don't you invite him to the party, and I'll figure out what his issue is? Or I'll web him to the floor for you," he says, reaching to tuck some hair behind her ear.

"I'll think about it," she pouts, letting him pull the glove from her hands.

"See you later, Em," he laughs, standing on his tiptoes to press mouth to her temple.

----------------

"God, would it kill you to be on time?" she snaps, trying not to break her pen in her grip. She left her not date maybe date with Spidey early (ish) to be on time for their study session and here he is, waltzing in twenty minutes later.

"Sorry, there was a pile-up on the highway, I was stuck in traffic."

"How did you get from the highway to my place in twenty minutes? Even without traffic?"

"Er -"

"Just say you don't care about wasting my time and move on, Parker" she grumbles.

"What can I say," he replies, cocky as anything. "I had a date."

"Poor them. Can you open your textbook? Or do you need help?"

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me, Michelle," he says, leaning across the table, placing his head in his hands with a smirk.

"We're going to start with exercise 14," she replies, ignoring the fluttering in her stomach. Just because he has a pretty face doesn't mean she wants to talk to him.

"Go to Flash's party with me tonight," he says, finally opening his notepad. MJ's head snaps up because he has a fucking nerve.

"And why would I do that?"

"I dunno, for fun, Em? You teach me how to pass algebra and I'll teach you how to have a good time. Come on, I haven't seen you at a party all term."

"Stalker."

"Don't deflect."

She does want to at least turn up to a party so she can see Spidey and she thinks it'll be kinda funny to ditch Peter.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, I'll go to the party with you."

#spideychelle #petermj #jssc spooky season #thanks nonny!!!!!

[5csbin]

HAUNTED HOUSE !

HALLOWEEN TXT EDITION!

txt x neutral reader !

WARNING !: cursing! knifes! haunted house! JYP AND 6IX9INE!

a very crack and dumb one shot i made.

“MANE IF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP!” taehyun shouted as they were walking up to the line since everyone began to nag.

"this is why i wanted to go trick or treating instead." beomgyu pouted and folded his arms as he and the rest of the group waited in line to go inside of the haunted house.

well it was more like a haunted barn, where they would all get on a hayride and be driven throughout the barn and be spooked supposedly. "trick or treating?? how old are you again?" kai mocked him,

"no offense but i'm starting to think you were right when you said beomgyu was still mentally 9 years old because.. this is starting to get worrying. what 19 year old is trying go trick or treating?" yeonjun added in agreement, while taehyun shot him a dirty look for throwing shade at his best friend.

beomgyu’s first instinct was to scoot closer to (y/n), but he then fired off a clapback of his own. "the only thing that's worrying is that wig you're wearing, who the fuck are you even supposed to be? lord farquad on crack?" gyu fired back at yeonjun, who was now touching the short black bob on top of his head.

soobin couldn't help but laugh, even though it was his own boyfr- bestfriend getting flamed and soon, everybody else in the group let out laughter at gyu’s clapback. even taehyun, who couldn't stand beomgyu, was practically crying laughing at what was said.

"actually, i'm supposed to be dora," yeonjun replied, gesturing to his pink t shirt and bright orange jeans. "and soobin is.. well diego." he pulled soobin closer to him after saying that and kissed his forehead, before ruffling his blueberry curls a little.

"wait.. ain't dora and diego supposed to be cousins?" taehyun asked, his mouth curling in disgust, "i don't think that's positive..." kai added.

“cousin lovers.” (y/n) said making yeonjun smack their arm.

it was a wonder how they didn't annoy the others waiting in line for their ride, since they would fight every second. meanwhile as the group turn drew closer and closer, beomgyu found himself regretting agreeing to come here.

it was weird.. he loved horror movies, but he despised haunted houses because even though both were fake events, being in a haunted house was just so up close and personal you know?

if it wasn't for it being (y/n)'s birthday (lets just pretend ur birthday was on halloween.) beomgyu wouldn't have came, and he would have probably just stayed at home and took pictures of his costume for instagram before going over to hyunjin’s to watch scary movies.

(y/n) noticed that beomgyu looked uncomfortable amongst all of the roasts and jokes flying amongst the group and they decided to ask what was wrong.

"gyu, why do you look so sad? being sad is my job," (y/n) asked as the group continued to move up in the line. "i'm not sad," beomgyu answered. "i'm just nervous, i don't like haunted houses.. i had a really bad panic attack the last time i went to one, and i don't wanna have one and ruin your birthday or anything.. i probably should have just stayed my ass home."

"nah, you not going to ruin my birthday, you're my friend and i care about you... it won't be that scary, it's literally a haunted barn. you know what barns have? cows and chickens. now who's scared of cows and chickens? nobody. except blades of grass."

the little pep talk made gyu feel slightly calmer. "thanks," he replied, fumbling with the thick leather choker around his neck. "your costume is really cute by the way. i like the face paint."

"thanks, it was kai’s idea actually," they responded with a chipper edge to their voice. (y/n)' costume consisted of a sweatshirt and sweatpants with a skeleton printed on the front, and his face was made up to look like a skull.

after beomgyu was calm, he found himself overhearing a conversation between hueningkai, taehyun, and his knives.

"no tae, you can't bring your knives in here with you," hyuka shook his head as taehyun kept asking if he could run back to the car real quick and grab his knives "cmon kai, just in case a demon wanna try some shit"

"well.. can i get my ouija board?" tyun asked, his lips twisting into a devious smile. "i just wanna talk to the demons, it's halloween, and if it's any day i should be allowed to do this, it's today."

"ain't there no demons.. this is a barn. you wanna talk to demonic horses and shit?" yeonjun pokes in the conversation and raised an eyebrow.

"yes? of course i do, the fuck do you think i am?" taehyun whined, pointing to the devil horns on top of his head as the group finally made it to the front of the line and were waiting for the tractor to come back so that they could get on the hayride.

finally, after they all stood around and handed in their tickets to the clerk in front of the line, their tractor was ready, pulling along the hay covered cart as it came to a stop in front of the barn entrance, waiting for the group to board it.

"wait, hay? y'all ain't say there was going to be hay..." soobin complained, his skin already itching just by looking at all that hay. "y'all do know i'm allergic to hay right?"

"bitchhh, we been said it was a hayride involved," hueningkai snapped, "what you done caught the (y/n) disease where you forget everything every minutes or what?"

"aye i don't forget everything, i just be high," (y/n) cut in as they handed in their tickets to the clerk. "and i'm allergic to hay!" soobin cried out, scratching his forearm.

soobin actually is allergic to hay, but it wasn't something severe, he just got irritated by it and it caused his skin to rash up, not like his skin didn't already look as if it was full of rashes.

(that not true btw)

"oh well," hueningkai replied in a deadpan tone, shrugging. "guess you'll just die then."

after they've all handed in their tickets, everyone began to board the hay filled cart, with everyone obviously choosing to be closest to their besties.

when they got onto the cart. soobin was snuggled up to yeonjun, playing with his diego the explore backpack trying to ignore the itchy feeling the hay gave him.taehyun was resting his head on (y/n)’s shoulder, whining about his knifes, beomgyu was clinging onto kai for dear life, because he was still scared after all.

"i better not hear none of y'all screaming like no pussies after we get in here," yeonjun started after the tractor began to start up and drive them into the dark, cool barn. "how y'all gon be scared of demons when i'm taehyun a whole demon. y'all scared of him now?"

"actually, yes, i'm scared of him just a little bit," beomgyu answered, his tone groggy.

"considering he tried to kill me on multiple occasions and almost succeeded, yes yeonjun, i'm scared of taehyun and he make me fear for my life." soobin added on, slightly flinching at just saying the word taehyun.

"that was before i became positive," taehyun suddenly flashed soobin and beomgyu a toothy smile, "just like i'm positive that none of these demons or zombies or whatever the fuck is in this barn is gon' do shit to us."

"tae if you don't shut your ass up, there’s no demons in here, nor is there any zombies, they are paid actors. you wish you was in a horror movie so bad," hueningkai cut in, once again ruining tyun’s fun.

as of right now, nothing scary was going on. just the typical music playing throughout the barn, random screams, and plastic skeletons appearing out of nowhere. shit that made little kids be scared of, but anyone else wouldn't be phased. not even beomgyu was phased by what was going on, and he was the main one who was scared to come along.

but then.. things started to get more spooky. the people who were sitting on the edge would start to get grabbed and poked without warning, and people would come up on side of the cart out of nowhere and scream or otherwise bring attention to themselves, which would catch them off guard obviously, but shit like that was to be expected at a haunted house.. or in this case a haunted barn.

but soon though, things began to get downright creepy.

as they were sitting in the cart, slightly startled and caught off guard by the jumpscares, but not too shaken up, not even beomgyu was that scared, as he made sure to sit in the middle of the cart to avoid being randomly grabbed or touched by these strangers in costume, and it was just amusing to people like taehyun or (y/n), they weren't prepared for what started to happen next.

soon the music that sounded as if it was from a demonic nursery cut out mid note, and it was replaced by an old, gravely sounding voice that began to sing happy birthday very terribly and off key.

and they thought this was creepy, considering it was gus' birthday, but they considered it was a coincidence. "damn (n/n), they singing happy birthday to you, that's wild," yeonjun noticed, laughing at the 'coincidence'.

"see, i told y'all they’re really a skeleton, how else would they know that we're here for their birthday, hmm?" beomgyu added matter of factly causing the others to let out laughter.

so even though it was somewhat unsettling, it didn't become horrifying until the voice replaced "happy birthday to you," with "happy birthday (y/n)."

the place then became a chorus of "did yall hear that shit?" and "yeo what the fuck?!" after they noticed that, with (y/n) in particular being especially shook that there seemed to be a demon singing specifically to them, and their eyes went wide as the voice continued to serenade them, albeit poorly.

"see, this ain't it no more." soobin announced and hueningkai nodded in agreement. "h-how do they know it's (n/n)' birthday? much less who (y/n) is?" beomgyu asked as he held onto (y/n) even tighter than he was before. "i'm scared now."

"that's what we all want to know," yeonjun answered before reaching up to adjust his wig, before feeling nothing but his real hair tied back. he knew his wig didn't fall off or get snatched off, he had it secured with bobby pins, because it was one of his mother's wigs and he didn't want to lose it, but it had just completely disappeared.

"uh...my wig is gone," yeonjun announced and soobin just nodded. "same."

"no i mean it's for real gone... my dora or lord farquaad or whatever the fuck wig i was wearing earlier just.. disappeared into thin air." yeonjun continued to explain as he continued to search the surrounding area for it, just in case it fell out of his head but it was actually gone.

"see, i told y'all asses there were demons in here, but y'all didn’t wanna listen now y'all getting your shit taken, and demons are singing happy birthday to (y/n) and shit, and now y'all shocked," taehyun added with a huff.

"tyun, ain't no demons in here. if there were demons in here, they would do a lot worse than steal hats and wigs and sing happy birthday, believe that. they'd be torturing us psychologically, and- wait, where the fuck is my sheep hat?" hueningkai touched the top of his head, where his costume top was missing from, and now he was heated.

"yeah, we gotta get outta here."

more shit like that continued to happen with the voice continuing to reference them by name, and reference stuff that only people that know them would know, like soobin almost running someone over once, or yeonjun’s furry suit,and then, near the end of the ride, it all came together in the worst possible way.

a single echoing voice with a thick new york accent screaming "SCUUUUM GANGGGG!" followed by a laugh in the distance that sounded a lot like jyp’s laugh.

and in that moment, all of them literally hopped off of the cart and ran towards the exit.

#beomgyu #beomgyu smut #bts smut #soobin smut #smut #txt #txt smut #yeonjun smut #hueningkai #taehyun #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt imagine #kpop reactions #kpop #halloween imagine #yeonjun #soobin #choi beomgyu #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #kang taehyun #huening kai #bts #kpop imagines

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (1/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff, college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

YEONJUN | Tangled (1.8k)

A cloud of dust flurries around the room the moment you set one of the boxes down the floor, making you sneeze. You half expected the theatre storage room to be cleaner this time of the year due to the frequent visits and rummaging of the other students, but that sadly wasn't the case.

Your class was one of the few that had a small reenactment planned for tonight's event and you were doing Tangled. Your class president's request to gather the props and costumes needed for tonight was no match for the excitement you felt when you'd been granted to play the role of your favorite character, Rapunzel. You just didn't expect the place to look like it hadn't been cared for in years, and the props and costumes to be as heavy as they are. A little help would be nice right now.

The door creaks and you quickly turn around, sighing in relief when you saw the the chair still pressed against the old door . Your class president had warned you about the door's broken knob. The thing can only be opened from the outside, and once you get shut in, you can only hope for someone to notice and get you out. Unless, of course, you're willing to face the consequences for breaking school property.

You exercised a little caution upon entering earlier, blocking the door from accidentally closing. You check the time on the clock. The play was going to start in an hour or so and luckily you were already in costume, so that's one less problem. All you needed to do now was gather the last box of costumes and you were out. The box was placed at the far end of the room so you make your way there, carefully maneuvering around the dusty cabinets and compartments as to not soil your costume.

Another creak echoes in the room and you paid it no mind, crouching down to check the contents of each box. The chair you placed there was pretty heavy, and it'd take more than the wind to push it away. You continue to check the boxes until you hear another creak and the sound of the door slamming shut.

You frantically stood up and felt the life of you being drained out as you see the door closely shut and a familiar pink hair sticking out from the other side of the cabinets.

"Oof, the winds sure are strong this time of year." You hear the person chuckle to himself and you knew all too well who it was.

You scramble your way towards the front, fuming. "Yeonjun, what the fuck?!"

"Holy—" Yeonjun jumps, clutching his chest. "Y/N?! What the hell was that for?! You scared me." He huffs, trying to calm himself down.

You glare up at him. "Do you even know what you just did?!"

Yeonjun sighs, holding his arms up. "Yes, I know, I know. I shouldn't have entered the storage room, but listen—"

"No, you listen. Do you seriously not know what you just did?" You snap.

Yeonjun gives you a confused look. "Huh? You're not talking abour me coming inside the storage room?" He cocks his head to the side when you don't answer. Poor guy felt like he was in the middle of an interrogation. He was starting to feel uncomfortable with how pissed you looked so he turns toward the door. "Look, if you're not gonna answer me then I'll just come back when you're done and—"

"Oh." Yeonjun tries twisting the doorknob again. "Haha, is this thing broken?" He laughs it off, now facing you. "You have a key right?"

Silence.

"If the key works then I wouldn't be mad right now, Yeonjun." You tell him and the gears in his mind finally click. He just locked you both in.

An idea lights up in his head and he starts searching through his pockets. "Wait, I think I have my phone with— wait, wait— yeah, no." He chuckles nervously, eyes slowly meeting yours. "You don't happen to have your phone, do you?"

"Yeah, well that's exactly why I'm here." Yeonjun sits down on top one of the boxes. "I have to dress up as the Beast and hand out flyers later but it's at the same time as Kai's performance and you know I wouldn't miss it for the world. Plus, he threatened me if I don't show up, so I got someone to switch with me."

You raise a brow, crossing your arms. "That doesn't explain why you're here though."

"Rapunzel didn't exactly have any pockets in her outfit, Yeonjun." You give your costume a quick patting. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought your department was doing this whole Beauty and the Beast themed buffet."

"I'm getting there." Yeonjun winks or at least tries to. "We have a lot of time anyway."

"Speak for yourself." You throw a dusty old rag at him and he coughs after it hits his face. "Our play starts in an hour and I have to get these costumes to them in 10 minutes. And now we're both stuck here because of you."

"Alright, I'll cut to the chase! Let's make a deal."

You throw another rag at him and he catches it, throwing it to the ground. You huff, "You're not exactly in the position to make deals, Yeonjun. You got us into this mess."

"Well, you're not in the position to decline either since we're both stuck here." Yeonjun smirks, standing up. "Look, one of my seniors is in charge of handing us our costumes and he won't be arriving for another hour. I have to get the costume myself so I can hand it to my substitute but I can't do that when my senior's keeping an eye on me. So here's the thing," He walks over to the Beast's costume that was hung up along with a few others. "You let me take this costume and swear you won't tell anyone about it. If someone from the theatre approaches you later asking about the costume, you say you don't know anything. In return, I'll get us out of here ASAP."

You stare back at him in annoyance. As much as you'd like to rat on him as usual, you were one of Kai's closest friends and unfortunately, Yeonjun was also a friend of his, hence why you knew each other. Kai at least needed one of his friends to be there for his performance and it certainly wouldn't be you. He had told you after you'd been chosen as Rapunzel and you both understood that you had your own things going on at the same time so it's fine. You still planned on making it until his last song though.

"Fine. I'm only doing this for Kai and the fact that I'm desperate to get out of here." You agree to the compromise and Yeonjun grins. "But the moment I'll get in trouble for being caught lying, you don't even wanna imagine what I'll do to you."

"Works for me." Yeonjun reaches out his hand and you two shake on it. "Now, I'm gonna need your wig."

"What? No." Your hands instinctively rope in Rapunzel's long ass wig. "It took me nearly 30 minutes to prepare this."

"Fine, then you'll have to do it yourself." Yeonjun walks over to the small window placed up high on the wall. "There's a lot of people down there but I doubt they'll hear us screaming from the third floor. Instead," He grins, pointing at your wig. "You're gonna stick your arm out with the wig and twirl it around to get their attention."

His idea was the dumbest thing you'd heard that day but it actually might be dumb enough to work. You were pretty desperate already. What's a little wig sacrifice? "Fine." You sigh, approaching him. "Hand me the chair."

"Can't." Yeonjun shakes his head. "I moved it outside."

You frown. "How am I supposed to get up there, then? None of these boxes can hold my weight."

Yeonjun chuckles as he opens his arms. "Don't worry, I'll hold you up."

Your feel your face heat up at his suggestion. The room suddenly felt a bit stuffier than it had been a moment ago and you wish you didn't have to be in this situation. "Be careful with the dress."

"Sure, sure." Yeonjun coos, moving in closer to scoop you up.

The two of you struggle for a while to balance yourselves. Yeonjun had his arms wrapped around your legs as he hoisted you up, and you quickly gather the rest of your wig and toss the length through the window.

"Start twirling it around!"

You do as he says and starts twirling the wig around like a madman.

"Start screaming! HEE— ah wait, HEEELP!!"

You giggle when his voice cracked in the middle. "HELP!!"

A crowd gathers on the ground, marvelling at the sight of a spinning wig from the third floor. A few students heard your screams and sent someone up there to rescue you. Luckily, it wasn't the senior that Yeonjun had told you about so she left the two of you to sort things out on your own after opening the door. It still baffles you how his plan even worked to begin.

The clock catches your attention, reminding you of your tight deadline. You quickly gather the boxes of props and costumes you'd prepared earlier and made a quick stop at where Yeonjun was. "I have to go." You tell him.

"Yeah, me too." Yeonjun flashes you a smile but the duffle bag he was holding doesn't go unnoticed. He follows your line of sight and chuckles when he sees you were staring at the bag. "A deal's a deal. Don't worry too much about it, we won't get caught." He attempts another wink, and this time it actually works.

"Bye then." You nod, not wanting to waste anymore time.

"Wait!" Yeonjun holds on to your wrist and you turn around, meeting his gaze. "Good luck."

"Yeah, we both know that's not what you want to say." You grin.

"You're gonna try to show up later right?" Yeonjun smirks. "I'll save you a seat next to me."

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