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serenasoutherlyns · 7 months

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from the dark with you above me chapter 10

“They’re so in love,” she said to Alex.

“I have never seen Serena this happy before,” Alex replied.

ao3

Alex Cabot always felt like coming home. To touch her, to merely be in her presence was joyful, comforting. It filled her with golden warmth, just to see her smile or hear her laugh. Since she met her, she’d known. And now, they were each other’s. It was a dream come true. Currently, Alex was sleeping beside her, her chest rising and falling as she calmly breathed, her shoulders bare and curving up where she lay on her side. Olivia couldn’t resist placing a little kiss on the warm skin before she swept off the sheets and rose from the bed.

“Mmph,” Alex protested. “Stay.” She couldn’t blame the woman’s insistence, she wanted nothing more than to stay too, snuggle up in the shared warmth, wait for the sun to at least illuminate the sky slightly. It was no fair that she had to leave at the crack of dawn.

“You know I have to go in early,” Olivia said sympathetically.

“Quit your job,” said Alex, “become a full time stay-in-bed-with-me.” It was tempting. She gave Alex another kiss and pulled on a sweatshirt and pair of pants from the drawer in Alex’s dresser where a few of her things now lived.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she said before she left. Alex made a sweet noise of acknowledgment and turned over, pulling a pillow over her head.

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“Shh,” said Alex when Olivia returned to the apartment that evening. She was later than she wanted to be. She had thought about just going back to her place, but she had promised Alex. Alex gestured to the couch, where Abbie was asleep with her head in Serena’s lap, where Serena was asleep with her head against the back arm. She had a book on her chest and her blonde hair was wild. Abbie snored faintly. Olivia smiled at the sight. It was good to see the both of them so happy.

“They’ve been like this since I got home,” said Alex, pouring Olivia a glass of wine. “Out like a light, both of them. Must’ve been a long day.”

“I heard Kibre’s in one of her moods this week,” said Olivia.

I’ve heard all about it,” said Alex. She handed Olivia a cracker with a slice of fancy cheese on it. Alex was always feeding Olivia, something she hadn’t expected. But she couldn’t cook, so it was always simple hastily arranged snacks. It was uniquely Alex. “C’mon,” she said, gesturing to the bedroom, picking up a cutting board. “Dinner in bed.”

“Alex, cheese and crackers is not dinner,” Olivia said.

“You’re right,” she said. “But cheese and crackers and little pickles and grapes comes much closer.”

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Halloween at Penelope’s was something else. It was dark in the club, the music shook the whole room, and the drinks were so strong Olivia wondered how they were keeping their alcohol license. She had never frequented the spot before Alex. She had little social life, there hadn’t been many bars in her life that weren’t cop bars.

“Your glasses,” said Alex, handing them to her. “You can’t see without your glasses, remember?”

“Mmm,” said Olivia. “Harder to kiss you with them on, though. And I don’t want to do much but kiss you.” Her Daphne looked great. Something about Alex in a red wig was really doing it for her. The tight purple dress hugging her body were helping, too. Olivia was ready to get out of there whenever she was.

“Save it for home,” said Abbie, coming over with some beers. The pleats of her leather skirt swung as she walked. Serena came up to them too, the Gabrielle to her Xena. She hugged Abbie from behind, resting her head on her shoulder.

“Let’s dance,” she said.

“I’m good,” said Alex.

“Same,” said Olivia.

“Please,” said Serena sweetly. She was a drink ahead of everyone and absolutely insistent. She convinced Abbie, who, Olivia had picked up, indulged Serena’s every whim where she could. She handed Olivia her beer and waved to the two of them. She watched them dance, looking into each other’s eyes with enamored smiles on their faces.

“They’re so in love,” she said to Alex.

“I have never seen Serena this happy before,” Alex replied. Abbie spun Serena under her arm and kissed her tenderly.

“Alex,” a short woman dressed as Mario said, another woman dressed as Princess Peach right behind her. “Good to see you,” she said, giving Alex a quick hug. “You must be Olivia.”

“Yes,” said Olivia. “You must be Lisa, and you must be Elle,” she indicated the woman. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

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“Love you,” said Abbie, kissing Serena goodbye. “Bye Olivia, bye Alex.”

“Love you too,” returned Serena. Olivia and Alex turned to each other with open mouths.

“Oh my God,” squealed Alex when the door closed. “You two said I love you.” Of course, Olivia and Alex had said it three weeks into being together.

“Yeah,” said Serena with pure joy. “I love her.”

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It was an uncharacteristically nice Saturday for mid-November, over 60. The bright sun warmed through her jean jacket. The park was buzzing with people enjoying the weather: nannies wrangling kids, elderly couples watching the crowds walk by, joggers in shorts passing each other. There were vendors by the dozen, coffees and hot dogs and even popsicles were all within reach. The air felt full of possibility. Olivia took Alex’s hand in hers, their fingers fitting perfectly together.

“Ooh,” Serena interrupted the group’s quiet conversation, “hot apple cider!” She pointed out an especially well-decorated cart covered in paper leaves and pumpkins, indeed advertising the drink. Abbie scrunched up her nose.

“Too sweet,” she said by way of explanation. Serena looked at her like she’d just kicked a puppy.

“How could you,” she said.

“It’s like drinking syrup, Serena.”

“No, it’s like drinking fall.”

“I’m with Abbie,” said Alex. “Apple cider is for children.”

“Then I’m a child,” said Serena. With that, she peeled off from the group. Olivia followed her.

“Ugh, I love this stuff,” said Serena when she took her first sip. “So good.”

“Agreed,” said Olivia, blowing on the drink through the hole in the top of the cup. As the turned to go rejoin Alex and Abbie, Olivia took in the two of them. They had clearly gotten themselves on quite a topic, talking animatedly with their hands.

“What have those two gotten into,” said Serena.

“I don’t know if I want to find out,” said Olivia. Abbie took off her black hat and smoothed her hair.

“Me neither,” said Serena, but Olivia could hear the adoration in her voice.

“Settle a debate, you two,” said Alex when they returned.

“Oh God,” said Olivia, not liking where this was going.

“They’re both going to agree with me, so I hope you’re ready to go down, Cabot,” said Abbie.

“I have the obviously right opinion, so I hope you are ready to go down, Carmichael.”

“What’s the issue at hand,” Serena said with more genuine curiosity than Olivia had the bandwidth for.

“Pumpkin pie, which is clearly the best pie, or apple pie, which is weirdly mushy and tastes like nothing?” said Alex.

“If you want to talk about mushy,” said Abbie, “look no further than pumpkin pie, it’s literally all mush and no texture.”

“It has a delightfully creamy, custardy texture.”

“Apple pie has the smoothness of the syrup surrounding the apples plus the slight toothsome crunch of the apples themselves, it is clearly the superior pie, texturally. And it actually has a flavor.”

“Pumpkin pie is the most quintessentially fall flavor there is, when was the last time you saw an apple pie scented candle?”

It was at this point that Abbie and Alex noticed that Serena and Olivia were doubled over in laughter.

“What?” said Abbie.

“I’ve got to stop hanging out with lawyers,” said Olivia.

“You two are worse outside of court than you are in it,” said Serena. “Also, the answer is clearly apple pie.”

“Traitor,” said Alex.

“I knew I loved you for a reason,” said Abbie.

“Not my sparkling personality and amazing body?”

“Those too,” said Abbie, and wrapped an arm around Serena’s waist, starting them back on their walk. “Give me a sip,” she said.

“Of my syrup?” said Serena, “absolutely not.” Abbie made a show of pouting, something Olivia never thought she’d see, and Serena gave in, handing her the cup. Alex took Olivia’s hand and squeezed, following close behind.

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“Oh fuck,” Olivia heard for the tenth time that night. She and Alex were just trying to sleep, with busy days tomorrow, but evidently they were the outliers in the place.

“I’m going to tell them to be quiet,” Olivia said, a half-empty threat.

“I’m glad they’re having fun,” said Alex. Olivia, then, had a better idea.

“Or,” she said, dragging out the word, “we could give them a taste of their own medicine.” Then she touched her lips between Alex’s shoulder blades. She took in a breath sharply, and Olivia gave it another kiss, this one more insistent.

“We both have so much to do tomorrow,” Alex whispered, but she turned onto her other side and wrapped her arm around Olivia’s back, kissing her deeply.

“That’s tomorrow,” said Olivia, reaching her hand down to Alex’s waist and stroking up to her breast. Alex moaned.

“You’re right,” said Alex. Olivia took that as a cue to roll Alex onto her back and straddle her. Once her head was between Alex’s thighs, there was no question: they were winning this competition.

The next morning, on her way out, she ran into Mrs. Lopez from next door in the hallway, who gave her the dirtiest glare she had ever seen from someone who wasn’t a perp.

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“How did your family end up taking it,” Olivia said, knowing that Abbie had been planning on telling them the day before. It was just the two of them in the apartment, Alex and Serena having gone to pick up dinner. They had been making it a priority to catch up on some much needed best friend time after a week of tough cases had kept all of them apart, leaving Olivia and Abbie to have girlfriends-of-best friends time, something Olivia was growing to love.

Abbie sighed.”Not great,” she said. “My sister said she doesn’t want me around my niece and nephew anymore. My mom scolded me for not going to church, ny dad had to schedule an emergency meeting with his campaign staff.”

“Jesus,” said Olivia. “That’s rough.”

“Yeah,” said Abbie, “It is. But you know what’s funny, I feel so much better now.”

“Good,” said Olivia, “that makes some sense. It feels good to be out in the open.”

Abbie beamed. “I’m ready to love Serena and let everyone know about it.” The door opened and Alex and Serena came in, the smell filling the chilly apartment.

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“The party is here!” Lisa announced with her right hand in the air, her left hand holding the tray of sweet potatoes that was her responsibility. Elle followed behind with a large bowl containing mashed potatoes. The crowded apartment smelled amazing: the turkey had about half an hour left, Abbie had just pulled the green beans out of the oven. The cranberry sauce was already in its white china bowl. The pies (they had gone a bit overboard in the interest of peace: pumpkin, apple, and cherry) were sitting on the island. Olivia just needed to make the gravy.

“Hi darlings,” said Elle, greeting everyone with a kiss on the cheek: Olivia first, then Abbie, then Alex and Serena, who had been relegated to the couch and instructed not to step foot in the kitchen. Serena had been allowed to set up the table with her grandmother’s nice plates and forks, and Alex had been allowed to make the centerpiece and set the candles, but with those tasks done they were sitting with mugs of mulled wine.

Lisa insisted on watching the game, and Elle joined Olivia and Abbie in the kitchen, sitting on the windowsill and telling stories. Olivia had never liked thanksgiving, but if it could always be like this she saw herself growing to love it.

“Look out the window,” Alex said, turning her head to face the party in the other part of the room. Sure enough, it was beginning to snow.

“So what is everyone thankful for,” Elle said when they were all sat down to eat. The question was cliché, but somehow Olivia didn’t mind.

“I’m thankful for this food,” said Lisa, digging into her potatoes. “And you, my love.” Elle blushed.

“I’m thankful for all of this,” said Olivia. “for the meal, for love, for friends. All of it.”

“Here’s to that,” said Serena, raising her glass. Olivia looked over the table full of abundance, surrounded by people she loved. Yes, she was very thankful.

#law & order #serena southerlyn #abbie carmichael #law and order #svu #law & order svu #olivia benson #serena/abbie #cabenson #alex/olivia #sficx #alex cabot #never written from liv's perspective before #it's interesting

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brainrattlers · 2 years

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Play It Cool - Tyson Jost (7/n)

Author’s Notes: This section is LONG. But I couldn’t break it up without causing a lot of distress and none of us need that these days, you know? Continuing with Halloween, the team has a party. And Tyson can’t keep his eyes off of AJ in her costume. Things are heating up just a tad.

Pairing: Tyson Jost x OFC

Did you miss Part 6? https://brainrattlers.tumblr.com/post/686044348578709504/play-it-cool-tyson-jost-6n

Warnings: Language. We’re finally heading toward the 18+ section, sorry minors, you gotta go.

Word count: 4830ish. It’s long, you’ve been warned.

The week was a quick one, but work kept AJ busy, and practice and a couple of games kept Tyson busy. AJ got a text from Nate asking if he could give her number to Mikko, which confused her. She was under the assumption it was to fix something computer related, which, well, she didn’t LIKE doing but didn’t mind either as long as the friends IT privilege wasn’t abused. The text she got instead was a little bit of a surprise though.

Mikko: Halloween costume party on Sunday night. you in?

AJ: I don’t think I have anything going on that night, I’m down. Send me details.

AJ was glad because it wasn’t a “can you fix my computer/phone?” request, but also it felt like she was starting to make more friends as well. Time and place was shared. AJ asked if she could bring a friend to the party as well, and was met with no resistance, in fact, the more the merrier. Her first thought was to invite Jess to come with, especially knowing she wasn’t going to be able to spend much time with Tyson there. So texts were sent to Jess to see if she’d be interested in joining in the festivities, and one sent to Tyson to say she’d be at the party as an fyi, and asking what he was dressing up as.

Jess immediately responded that she was in and was planning her costume. Tyson texted back that he had no idea what his costume was going to be, but apparently was going to do something with Mikko and Susanna. AJ had to start thinking about a costume as well. Seeing as Halloween is the one time that it’s expected to kinda dress slutty, she figured out the perfect costume. She hoped that it would get a good laugh, and that Tyson would blush.

The week was a blur, with lots of work, a couple of games to watch, including one on Saturday night.Tyson swung by AJ’s after the game for a few minutes - he had to be up early for practice, and that weekend was also Fan Expo at the convention center downtown. AJ had gone to Friday and earlier Saturday programming, with still Sunday to go.

“It’s too bad that you have practice tomorrow, I’d have you come with me to Fan Expo. I think you’d enjoy it. There have been a few things I had to tell myself not to buy you in the artist alley… not that your place needs some art but I simply couldn’t choose which pieces to go with, and wanted to buy them all. They all seemed like things you’d love,” AJ was flipping through all the pieces of art and knicknacks she had purchased earlier in the day before the game, handing them to Tyson to inspect. “But if you see anything in these you’d like, by all means… I don’t think I have enough wall space for all of them.”

Tyson laughed while taking in the pieces AJ picked out for herself. He thought she had pretty good taste and made mental notes of which pieces made her eyes light up when she herself looked at them, so he wouldn’t pick those. All sorts of pop culture was represented by the art she had picked out. Cartoons, comic books, video games, anime, and movies. He was learning a lot about her in those few moments.

Unfortunately the adrenaline from the game was wearing off, and Tyson couldn’t stifle the yawns that were creeping up. And as they’re contagious, AJ was getting sleepy as well. Tyson admitted he needed some sleep before practice, and since it was going to be a late night, he definitely needed some sleep. AJ sleepily got up, and walked Tyson to the door, where he insisted she stay as it was starting to get slightly more chilly at night. A sweet, chaste kiss was shared, as it used up most of the energy the two had left after their days.

Sunday found AJ up early, preparing her costume for Fan Expo, while Tyson was making himself some Eggos with almond butter and maple syrup. He texted a photo to AJ, which honestly made her question her taste in men suddenly. Nut butter on waffles? Not her forte. She was definitely okay with the maple syrup though. She suddenly started laughing, and asked Tyson an odd question.

AJ: So hey I was thinking… talking in code to each other when we’re around others so they won’t get it. Like if I want to tell you I’m thinking about you, or miss you, or something… kind of like a Marco Polo thing.

Tyson: Go on…

AJ: Well you have eaten/talked quite a bit about Eggos with almond butter… and maple syrup. What if the first person would say something like “I could really go for some Eggos with almond butter.” And the second person would say, “with maple syrup!” I mean, if you wanted to.

Tyson: I like it. :D Wait… you could be my little Eggo lol Hey I gotta leave for practice. I’ll see you tonight? (kiss emoji)

AJ: In that case, especially since you’re my favorite Canadian, you’re my Maple Syrup. (laughing emoji) Yeah love, I’ll see you there. (heart emoji) On my way to Fan Expo.

Practice seemed to drag on and on, and the panels at Fan Expo actually seemed to go too fast. AJ could have listened to some of the speakers far longer than she was granted access to. With one more sweep of the show floor, and she was on her way home. As she entered her apartment Jess was texting about last minute costume details. AJ was pulling off her costume from the comic con and trying to get into her costume for the party. And despite the next day being a work day, she decided to take a ride share rather than drive herself, she was going to have a good time and have a few drinks. With her hair up in space buns, glasses in place, and costume perfected, she hopped in her ride’s car, and headed off to the party.

As she arrived, AJ spied Jess’s car in the lot, and she knocked on the window. Jess got out to reveal a sexy nurse outfit. AJ nodded approvingly. Jess checked out what AJ was wearing. “He’s going to love it.” “He better. Although he can’t act on it in front of everyone!” AJ laughed, but suddenly realized maybe it wasn’t the best idea, her costume, but it was too late now.

The two entered the bar, greeted with cheers from a few of the guys, as well as a few “Daaaaamn!”s and “Oh you two look GOOD tonight!”s. Leave it to Halloween to let us all let out that sexy vixen that may be hiding normally. AJ introduced people to Jess, when she caught the attention of Nate on the other side of the room. AJ nodded at him and grabbed Jess’s hand to cross the crowded dance floor to get to where Nate was still seated… and dressed as a taco?

“Nice costume bud. Didn’t you wear that last year?” AJ teased. Nate eyed AJ up and down, raising an eyebrow and giving a low whistle that could not be heard over the music blasting and people talking in raised voices. But just as quickly, his eyes darted to AJ’s friend. “NATE. THIS IS Jess. Jess, Nate.”

The two stared at each other for a moment. AJ grabbed Nate’s hand and extended it to the other hand she grabbed, Jess’. Putting them together, AJ shook them and hollered, “Yes, it IS nice to meet you! And you too, finally!”

AJ rolled her eyes, adding “Okay I’m going to go get a drink. Do you two want anything? Jess I’m bringing you a marg, I know that already. Nate… Beer? Yeah? Okay. Good grief, y’all talk amongst yourselves, I’ll be back.” She left the two staring at each other like deer in headlights, but they would figure it out. As AJ headed for the bar, she scanned the room looking for any sign of Tyson but was not finding him. She saw a bunch of the other players and their significant others, but just not him. Her heart sank a bit as she headed up toward the bar.

Waiting on her order, AJ felt a hand slide along her lower back as someone sidled up next to her, and felt a presence lean in. “You are by far the sexiest nerd I’ve ever met… has anyone told you how hot you are?”

AJ shuddered at the voice in her ear, it slightly muffled by the mask being worn by the speaker. It wasn’t what was said, it was straight up the mask. Fun fact: AJ hates masks. However it made sense - she saw Mikko and Susanna on the dance floor in green track suits, and whomever this was, was wearing The Front Man’s mask, and an oversized, black Nike coat with hood, and black pants. Looking down, AJ recognized the shoes.

“Tyson?”

The masked man leaned in closer and lifted his mask to whisper-shout in her ear.

“HEY BABE! I mean it, holy smokes you look hot!” Tyson wasn’t the first to notice how different she looked this evening, but he probably stared the longest. His eyes first noticed the space buns, which made him giggle, and from behind, he saw her white shirt, black slacks and Chuck Taylors, but it wasn’t until she turned around that he nearly choked. He was never so thankful that he was wearing his mask at the time when he saw that the top few buttons of the white button-down shirt unbuttoned, a black necktie draped around her neck and laying nicely along her chest, showing off hints of a black lace bra underneath. This was by far the most skin he’d ever seen AJ show, and he was pretty okay with it. As soon as he could tear away his eyes from her pale skin, he started noticing all the little details to her costume - the pocket protector and pens, the glasses with tape, the calculator watch. He felt like he had the hottest date at the party, even if they weren’t on “a date.”

“You’re looking awfully mysterious, Front Man. Please tell me this was a last minute costume though, because… it’s kinda half-assed.” AJ started laughing. Tyson joined her.

“Oh yeah I had NO idea what to wear, so I asked around and this was the quickest thing I could figure out this afternoon.” He was still laughing at least.

AJ leaned in. “We need to play it cool though, okay? I’m going to hug you real quick, grab my drinks and head back over to my friend that I brought with, oh hell I’ve talked about Jess. She’s over there. I’ll bump into you later though?” She hugged him and pretended to laugh at something, nodding. Tyson was trying to piece this whole plan together, but followed it up with a smile and nodded back. Drinks in hand, AJ headed back to find that Nate and Jess finally sitting at the table sitting across from each other talking. Trying to not interrupt whatever the conversation was, drinks were placed in front of them, and AJ motioned she’d be back later. It looked like things were okay. After quickly finishing her drink, she found herself on the dancefloor with a crowd of people, bouncing around to the beat, finding her way to Mikko. Swaying to the music, she cut her way in.

“HEY I’m glad you made it!” Mikko was ecstatic, “Nice costume! I heard you’re good with computers, think you can help me with mine?” Laughter fell from his mouth when he saw the look on AJ’s face go from fun to are you kidding me right now? “Kidding, Nate was telling me that you do fix stuff, and thought that’s why I wanted your number.” He continued laughing.

“Do not even tease me like that… tonight, no work. Just fun. Tomorrow we can talk computers,” AJ smiled again and continued moving to the music along with Mikko. “Thank you for the invite for tonight though! Oh shit, I forgot about my friend…”

She looked over to find Nate and Jess were still sitting at the small table, but were far more relaxed looking. In fact, it looked as though Nate was leaning in closer. It could have been the noise level of the bar, the cheering and singing along with the music… or it could have been that the two were deep in conversation. In fact, Nate said something, Jess laughed and replied, and Nate busted up laughing.

“I think they’re doing quite alright over there,” Mikko had a mischievous glint in his eye, even more so after looking toward the bar, and back at AJ. He winked as he guided her by the waist, and pulled her in closer to him.

Unsure how to react, AJ continued dancing but tried to keep a little more distance than originally was given. Keeping a fun look on her face, she did try to scan the crowd to find Tyson, but didn’t have to look far as she felt him beside her.

“Mind if I cut in, yeah?”

This was probably the most gruff, irritated voice she’d ever heard Tyson use. It wasn’t his normal cheerful self. With the mask on top of his head, she could clearly see that Tyson was not playing around either with his facial expression. It was a funny looking scene with The Front Man talking to one of the Squid Game participants, all things considered. But Mikko backed off with a smile, giving another wink before he turned around and found Bo and his girlfriend dancing next to him.

The crowd gathered more onto the dance floor, and it was a tight fit, but Tyson certainly didn’t mind. The scowl on his face he had toward Mikko instantly changed as soon as he looked down, past the taped glasses, and into AJ’s eyes. He wasn’t sure what color they were, but he loved them all the same, bright and clear. A soft smile soon made way and an intense staredown between the two began as his hand snaked around her midsection, and held AJ flush to his own body. His hand slid a little further south. With a little surprised look on her face, she looked up to find Tyson clearly looking at her chest - not that it truly bothered her in this situation, but she did take advantage.

“Eyes up here, Jost,” AJ pushed Tyson’s chin up slightly so his eyes met hers. She was the one suddenly giving a cheshire grin as she pressed up against him a bit more as the crowd moved in waves with the music. Eventually the song stopped and was replaced with a far slower, and infinitely more sexy one.

Leaning over to speak into AJ’s ear, she was absolutely not prepared for what words dripped from Tyson’s lips.

“You’re making this really difficult tonight… I really… want… need.. you. Now.”

He saw the goosebumps form on her skin and knew the feeling was mutual. AJ took a deep breath to ground herself.

“I’m going to head toward the restrooms, it’s darker over there. Give me two minutes, then come find me over in the corner. Don’t make it look obvious,” AJ couldn’t even believe she was saying these things out loud. Maybe it was the alcohol of the night, maybe it was hormones and needing to feel Tyson’s touch, but for some reason she was feeling quite brazen, although still wanting to keep things quiet. Sliding her hand down Tyson’s arm, she disappeared into the crowd.

Before camouflaging herself into the dimly lit hallway to the restrooms, AJ looked over at the table where a taco and a sexy nurse were still talking. She happened to catch the exact moment that Jess looked into Nate’s eyes while saying something, and her fingers grazed over Nate’s forearm. Nate looked down and quickly back up, eyes sparkling as he smiled back at Jess.

“I knew that would work. To think, Nate was so damn stubborn about this… and look where they’re at now.” AJ thought to herself as she made her way to the back of the bar, heading toward the restroom. She said hello to a few other partygoers on her way, but made sure where she was as far from the crowd and as out of sight as possible once free from the party. Ducking into the bathroom, AJ wet a paper towel down and put it on the back of her neck, taking out some of the heat that had built up from drinking, dancing, and being riled up by Tyson. With a big inhale, she stepped through the door, turning the corner from the doorway. Her body smacked into a dark figure that pulled her in and pressed her against the wall.

AJ slid her arms inside the dark coat and pulled the torso it contained close to her own body. Lips crashed into each other, as if they hadn’t kissed in years. Tyson pinned her in with his hands at either side of her shoulders. Breathing hard, the two pulled slightly apart, but Tyson couldn’t keep his lips off of the skin of AJ’s neck, moving down to her collarbones. He could feel the low hum/whine that she was trying to suppress from escaping, which just encouraged him to continue more.

As much as she was enjoying herself, this was not the time nor the place for such activities, and it was very likely they were going to get caught by someone at some point.

“Tys,” AJ tried to break his concentration on the task at hand.

She felt her eyes start to flutter shut before she could snap herself back to reality, and in a last ditch effort, grabbed his ass to get his attention. “Babe we have got to simmer this down some, not here, not now…”

Tyson looked up, pupils blown, but still somehow with puppy dog eyes. Face? Innocent. Hands? Not even close, as they hovered on top of AJ’s hips, pulling her in close again.

“Fuck, seeing you with Mikko on the dance floor, something snapped, and I just need you right now, like RIGHT now,” Tyson’s grip held her in place, his voice intoxicating in her ears. He quieted for a moment, then let one hand drop, digging around in his pocket. “Here, take my keys. I have a plan this time.”

Tyson gave the details of the plan, leaving AJ nodding. He then hit up the restroom, leaving her in the hall. She smoothed out her hair and walked up to Jess and Nate who were clearly having a good time. AJ sighed to get Jess’s attention.

“Hey, I hate to be an awful friend, but I’m getting kinda tired, and I have work in the morning still, I think I’m going to head out, if you’re good with that. I don’t mean to just ditch you here,” AJ searched for any look of disbelief while saying it. She definitely caught Nate squinting for a moment, trying to figure out what’s up. “I’ve got a ride coming soon to pick me up, but you definitely feel free to stick around if you want. I think I’m just going to get some fresh air waiting for my car to show up, might clear my head a bit.”

Jess nodded that it was more than okay, giving *the eye*. AJ hugged both of the two at the table, before making her way toward the door. She waved and gave a few more hugs on her way out of the bar. She stayed on the sidewalk near the door for a few moments, then disappeared into the parking lot.

Meanwhile, inside, Tyson washed his hands in the bathroom, and then exited, out through the hallway, and into the main area of the venue. He chatted up a few teammates, and decided to call it a night. He exited the bar into the parking lot, finding his car. With a brief glance at his surroundings, he opened one of the back seat doors and climbed in, finding AJ already there.

“Hey you,” AJ smiled.

“Hey, yourself.”

Without warning, AJ launched herself at Tyson, effectively pinning him down against the seat. Straddling his lap, she pressed her hips against Tyson’s, earning a groan from him as he resituated himself to get comfortable in the back seat, while still keeping AJ in place. Both parties’ hands roamed across expanses of the other person’s body, both on top and under layers of clothing. Tyson managed to wiggle out of the long coat, as it was far too warm in the car with it. At the same time, he watched eagerly as AJ unbuttoned the buttons on her shirt, one at a time, biting her lip as she pulled the shirt off.

“You swear we’re not going to get caught out here? What if someone comes outside?” “Nah, the party is in full-swing inside, yeah. We’re good. Now where was I before we got in my car… oh… that’s right,” Tyson started placing tiny kisses along AJ’s jaw, then down her neck and along the her collarbones again. “You know what’s funny? I don’t think I’ve ever been in the back seat of my own car before.”

Tyson looked up, and both he and AJ started laughing at the thought. But trying to keep the moment ignited, AJ smoothed her hands up Tyson’s chest, keeping one over his heart, the other playing with the curls at the base of his head. She watched in amusement as she tangled her fingers into them, and purposely pulled lightly. Tyson’s eyes met hers, and they went dark… fast. She gripped his hair again with a smirk on her face.

His voice dropped seemingly an octave.

“You’re playing with fire, baby girl.”

The words made AJ’s body shiver, but without missing a beat, she tugged lightly on his hair one last time, challenging him. Simultaneously she pressed her hips into his as his jumped at the feeling of his hair being pulled. That hungry look from that one night at Tyson’s place was back on his face, but she wasn’t nervous this time - other than if someone came near the vehicle outside. Somehow in all this, a few more pieces of clothing were lost, and Tyson ended up on top, which he at least felt better about. If someone did come outside, and even walk by, he felt like he could at least shade AJ from anyone’s view passing by.

Things progressed quite quickly, with the windows fogging up in Tyson’s vehicle. Suddenly AJ tapped Tyson’s shoulder and shushed him.

Multiple voices got clearer as they neared the car, however, thankfully, they dispersed quickly and left the two silent in the back seat, until AJ lifted her head up and kissed Tyson slowly. Opening her eyes when his lips left hers, she squinted and smiled at Tyson. He was just smiling down at her face devoid of any sort of concern, letting a quick hum out.

“Whatcha thinking about, Tys?”

He shook his head, gave a tiny huff, and smiled bigger while searching her face. “Nothin’ babe. Just looking at you,” Tyson paused, suddenly thinking about something, but circled back. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

The compliment hit her hard, as AJ doesn’t do well with praise like that. She was never one to take them well, but it was something she was working on, and Tyson knew it. AJ shook her head in disagreement, but before Tyson had a chance to respond back, a quick smile graced her lips and reconnected her lips to his to keep an argument from breaking out. The two lingered this way until the intense feelings had subsided. It was Tyson who broke the bubble first, clearly thinking about something, mind suddenly elsewhere. “You deserve better than this.”

AJ’s heart dropped. “What do you mean?” “I meant… I don’t want our first time to be in the backseat of my car, in a bar parking lot,” Tyson chuckled, “We’re not high schoolers. And despite the thrill, yeah, I don’t want to get caught either. I would never live that down in the locker room. Not that it’s you, they all love you, yeah? I mean they’d probably tease you a little too, but it’d be really really awkward at practice.”

AJ started laughing at the thought. “Aww Tyson… I don’t even know what to do with you.”

“Oh, I have a few ideas.” Tyson winked and lightly tickled AJ’s side. She squealed and giggled. It was a sound he felt like he could never get tired of.

It was getting late, and AJ really did need to get home and sleep, work was coming early in the morning. But that didn’t stop her for making a plan for the future.

“How about a raincheck on those ideas? Sadly I need to get home, at least one of us has to be up early.”

Tyson nodded, even though he was definitely up for more, and handed her the shirt that was slung over the passenger seat. AJ sat up to start buttoning it when he flung himself on her and pushed her back onto the seat, hand over her mouth. The sound of Burky, his girlfriend, Mikko, and a few others AJ did not recognize neared Tyson’s car, and laughter ensued as it got closer. But then the voices split off, saying they’d see one another soon. Tyson could feel AJ’s heart pounding against her ribs, her breath ragged against his hand. After a few moments, Tyson let her back up, and finished putting her shirt back on. She just smirked.

Was a quick drive to AJ’s, once everyone was street decent again. Once back at her place, Tyson brought up a work function he had going on later that week that wasn’t a game, but he had to be at. There was almost a question in his voice.

“So, I have this charity event on Thursday night, have to shake hands with a lot of people. You wouldn’t maybe… no, never mind.”

“Are you asking me to go with you?”

“I mean, if you want to? We can totally go as just friends, you know? Not that you’re just my friend. You are way more than that to me,” Tyson kissed AJ’s nose to make a point.

“As much as I would like to go, I have to work that night - being the newbie I’m on-call.”

Tyson’s face got a little sad, but she promised that she’d make it up to him. The two chatted a bit more before Tyson hopped out to walk her to her doorstep. With a quick goodnight kiss, the night ended for them. But not for AJ and Jess.

AJ wasn’t sure if she should text Jess because she was hoping it might interrupt something. But about 30 minutes later AJ herself received a text from Jess.

Jess: Tonight was so perfect!

The gasp that fell out of AJ’s mouth was more of a sound of “HA, I knew it!” than a shocked gasp.

AJ: I figured you wouldn’t mind me ducking out early. (laughing emoji) Everything you’d hoped for?

Jess: Well not EVERYTHING. But it was a good start.

AJ: Glad I could finally get you two together. Told you he’s a pretty chill guy… but you knew that already too, just not in person. You home?

Jess: I am. Don’t think I’ll be able to sleep for a while though. I’m just super giddy right now! (smile emoji)

AJ: Why does that not surprise me? I hate to say it though, I was about to pass out, I need to get some sleep as work comes early.

Jess: Wait, what happened with Tyson?

AJ: WHATEVER ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? Nothing happened with Tyson (winking emoji) Seriously though I’m about to fall asleep. I can tell you what didn’t happen tomorrow (laughing emoji with tears) Sweet dreams about Naaaaaate!

AJ’s phone buzzed with one more message, but it was from Tyson.

Tyson: I’m home babe. Will be thinking about you in that costume all week until I see you again. You should dress like that more often (winking emoji) Night baby girl (kiss emoji)

AJ: I only dress up like that for Halloween. And maybe you if you’re good (winking emoji) Sweet dreams love. (heart emoji)

Tyson: Oh I’ll be on my best behavior here then. (heart emoji)

AJ rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness that is Tyson, set her phone down next to her on the nightstand, and promptly passed out. Part 8 is up! https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/brainrattlers/687046761391456256

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Secret Santa

Day 20

Little Stark ‘verse

Welcome to the 2022 Christmas Writing Challenge!

Summary: It’s time for the Secret Santa gift exchange at the Avenger’s Compound.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Named Reader (Maggie Stark), Bucky Barnes x You

Fandom: MCU

Rating: Mature 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 849

Warnings: language, references to masturbation, references to sex, teasing/friendly ribbing…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This takes place while Maggie was with Bucky (before Maxwell was in the picture) and their relationship was still a secret to the rest of the Avengers (due to Tony’s feelings about Bucky). This is also before Loki’s return.

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“Who’s ready for Secret Santa!” Tony shouted. It was a few days before Christmas, and you were all at the compound celebrating early. Tomorrow Clint was heading home to his family, Wanda and Vision were taking a few days away together, and Nat had mysterious plans she would not share. So, this was your last night to celebrate Christmas together. Tony had decided on Halloween—when he was very drunk—that this year you would all participate in Secret Santa.

You had pulled Rhodey’s name, and you couldn’t wait to see his face when he opened it. It was an antique gun he always talked about. You had stumbled across it by chance right before Thanksgiving and didn’t hesitate to snatch it up.

“Me first! Me first!” Tony chanted excitedly. “I was lucky enough to pull Cap’s name.” You all groaned quietly. The two of them had just gotten back on good terms after their massive blowout over Bucky, and you knew Tony was about to pull some ridiculous stunt.

“So, here you go, Captain,” Tony said and handed him a gift. Steve opened it and held up a coffee mug. He laughed and turned it around so you all could read.

World’s Best Grandpa

You all couldn’t help but laugh along with Steve. He placed it back in the box and turned to Tony.

“Thanks, kiddo,” he teased. Tony laughed.

“I couldn’t resist when I saw it,” Tony told him. “But, don’t worry, that’s not the only gift.”

“You didn’t buy me a cane too?” Steve groaned.

“No,” Tony said seriously, “an all expense paid trip to Egypt. Complete with private tours to all the sites.”

“Seriously?” Steve whispered in awe.

“Yep,” Tony nodded. “I know you always wanted to see the pyramids and all that shit…now you can. It’s a trip for two, so you have to decide between Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over there—” he gestured to Bucky and Sam—“or find yourself a lady friend you want to impress.”

“Tony, this is amazing!” Steve stood and hugged Tony. “Thank you so much!”

“All right, now, Spangles, don’t get carried away,” Tony joked and hugged him back. Everyone else took turns giving out their gifts. You all had to break up a scuffle between Sam and Bucky when Sam presented Bucky with matching T-shirts that said #1 Best Friend and Backup Best Friend—the latter one being for Bucky. Other than that it was going smoothly. Rhodey loved his gun and couldn’t stop thanking you. Finally it was your turn.

“I got Maggie this year!” Nat said and handed you your gift. You opened it up to discover your favorite bottle of wine, a certificate for a year of private in home massages, and a huge, pink vibrator. You quickly slammed the lid of the box down.

“Nat! What the hell?” You whisper screamed.

“What did you get?” Tony asked.

“Nothing!” You half shouted. “I mean, wine and a year of massages.” You turned to Nat, your face bright red. “Thank you so much…this was a very generous and thoughtful gift.”

“Well, I know how much you need to relax,” Nat said, wiggling her eyebrows on the last word.

“Mmm,” you hummed in agreement, wanting to move the conversation along.

“Why are you as red as my Iron Man suit, Mags?” Tony asked. He walked over and snatched the box out of your hands before you could blink. “Natasha Romanov!” He turned to scold the wily Russian. “How dare you sully my pure baby sister in this way.” He set the box down and held up the vibrator for all to see.

“Pure?” Natasha snorted. “You don’t attend girls’ night. You have no clue just how dirty and kinky she is!” Tony dropped the vibrator and covered his ears.

“No! I don’t wanna know!” He shouted.

“Sorry, Maggie,” Nat said. “I forgot how childish this group can be. I thought it would be a nice way to round out a relaxing gift, you know?”

“I appreciate it, Nat,” you said, “but, maybe next time, give me something like that in private.” Nat nodded. You all carried on with the night, waiting patiently for dinner. Tony had hired a caterer to make a beautiful holiday meal for you all. When you were called to the meal you excused yourself to wash your hands. You weren’t in the bathroom a minute when Bucky snuck in.

“What’re you doing?” You whispered.

“I couldn’t go another minute without this,” he whispered back before pulling you to his chest and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. After a long, long minute you broke away.

“Mmm…that’s better,” he purred. He went to leave but paused and turned back to you. He leaned down and pressed his lips close to your ear.

“We’re gonna have some fun with that gift Nat gave you tonight, doll,” he whispered. You bit your lip as you watched him leave the bathroom. You washed your hands and rushed back to eat dinner. You wanted this meal over quickly. You had plans tonight.

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Green twig salon

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Any and all boudoir images that are posted have been shared by the subject with written permission. I am so privileged to be a top Denver boudoir photography specialist! My clients’ privacy is a top priority for these intimate portraits. Or, just laugh with me at various shenanigans and get early access to events, model calls, and awesome goings-on. It has tips and tricks to help you look amazing in photos – whether your clothes are on or off – and avoid having to untag yourself in a social media photo again.

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Being in the book is super exciting, and I know your salon will be so full you’ll be booking months in advance! Korrie, Heather and Haley – I’m so glad that I could be a part of this experience for you. Tom rolled his eyes when he saw this picture, I have issues with shoes. I know that the focus is the salon and the owners – but they all had such fun shoes on, I couldn’t resist. They had a custom-made mosaic sign out front with their tree, so we had to get a shot of it! And the sun was cooperating beautifully! Here are some of the photos from their salon, as well as a fun, fall pictures of them! Wow, I’m super cool right? I’m sure you’re all thinking to yourselves, how can I possibly be as cool as Brooke? I’m so grateful that the ladies were super cool and took it all in stride. Luckily I had my phone in my pocket and they were able to call someone to bring a key. We went outside to take some shots and because the door was in the photos and kind of messing up the feel of them, I closed it. They were even super sweet when I locked us out of the salon! That’s right, Brooke’s luck strikes again. When we talked about their Boulder personal branding photography, they were super sweet and fun. Korrie, Heather, and Haley are the co-owners and business partners for Twig, and they’re all stylists too. Of course, the lovely ladies that run the salon didn’t hurt that feel either! A lot of times, places that concentrate on being green are very outdoorsy looking, and Twig definitely had that vibe too, but it was mixed with a hip and upbeat style that made it very neat. One of their main ideas is to be as green as possible – recycling, energy saving, etc. When I walked into the salon I immediately noticed the modern, hip feel to the space. Last weekend I worked with the gorgeous ladies from Twig Salon, in Boulder, CO. Amazing photos can help a small business so much! And working with amazing business owners is such a cool reminder of the possibilities. And of course, what goes better with business descriptions than photos? Boulder personal branding photography is something that is so integral for most businesses and their marketing plans. They have businesses in SO many different categories, including graphic design, beauty, jewelry, fitness, restaurants, and a ton more! It’s a really great opportunity for businesses that are run by women to get their information out there to the people who are looking for their services. It’s a book that connects women, and features sophisticated, empowered female business owners. In the meantime, I have some very cool shots to share! I have Halloween pictures (of course, right?) but I haven’t even looked at them yet, so they will have to wait a few. CRAVE Denver – Twig Salon & Spa – Boulder Personal Branding Photography

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colourmanic · 2 years

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#EzRepost @tea_muffins_and_colorpencils with @ezrepostapp 🎃🦇 I know it's way too early, but I couldn't resist to this beautiful tutorial by @colorvscolour 💖, so here is my Halloween post this year!!🎃🦇🧹 📖 #romanticcountry3 by #eriy #romanticcountry #romanticcountrycoloringbook #coloring #halloween #fall #fallcoloring #coloringismyhobby #hobby #art #artofinstagram #artoftheday #coloringbook #colorindooinstagram #livros #livrocoloriramo #ilovecolor #ilovecoloring #boracolorirtop #ausmalenfürerwachsene #ausmalbuch #coloringbook #coloreanding #coloreando #ausmalen #ausmalenundentspannen #instagood #livredecoloriage #livredecoloriage https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci5qb-ADUnS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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artenajune · 3 years

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So, I did a thing. I drew this guy, and then started messing around with the overlay blend mode, fell in love with the results, and now I’m gonna force feed you with my art! Welcome to hell, enjoy your stay here!!

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Enemies to lovers for the Halloween fictober event 🥰

day sixteen: why don't you say you need me, without wicked games?

MJ's she sat at the bar nursing her first drink while her date is on his fourth when her phone vibrates and she checks it under the guise of laughing too hard at his joke.

Peter: Code Red.

Shit. Movement. They’ve been waiting for this. Them being holed up together in this God-forsaken town for almost two weeks without so much as a whisper of intel.

“I’ll be right back,” she smiles trying not to seem too excited for some action. He nods at her, his finger trailing along her arm as she goes. She resists the urge to shake his hand off.

MJ finds Peter fidgeting in the corridor by the toilets and when he sees her, he yanks a door open and pushes them both in.

“What’s going on?” she asks, ready to pull her gun out from under her dress.

“Look,” he starts, hands running through his hair in the annoying way he always does when he’s about to tell someone he needs to leave early. God, he makes being Spider-Man so obvious even though he's convinced he' subtle as fuck.

“You can’t just bring that guy back to the room.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Parker?”

“What?” he hisses, hands waving in front of him as if there’s enough space in here for that. “We share a room and I’m not sleeping on the floor because you couldn’t keep it in your pants for the evening.”

“Don’t think for one second,” she whispers darkly, moving to cage him in by the sink. “I give a shit about what you think, Peter. And don’t think I missed your striking out at the bar earlier either.”

He blanches, brows furrowed as he clearly tries to figure out what to say next. She’s not sure why he’s hellbent on being the most annoying person she’s ever met. But he is. Well, she knows why he doesn't like her, but he's a hypocrite and she thinks fuck him.

Michelle isn’t an unreasonable person - obviously, she wouldn’t bring someone back to their shared room unless she were interested in Peter joining in. Which… well.

But the way Peter just assumes the worst of her because she beats him in the gym, and she runs faster than him around the track, and he can never tell what she's going to do, rubs her the wrong way. Maybe if he was willing to share his secret, she'd share hers. So no, she wasn’t going to take her date back with her. But she will now.

She leaves Peter red-faced and fuming as she storms out the toilet, the door bouncing off the wall with her rage. All he’ll see is her curly ponytail bouncing away - though, with his not so subtle gazes across the office, he’s probably watching her hips, so she adds a little extra sway. What he won’t see is the room key she’s spinning in her fingers that she swiped from his pocket.

Michelle sighs walking up to their room, she doesn’t take her date back with her because she’s trying to mend bridges with Peter despite the fact she can’t stand him. It’s called being the bigger person - which she is. Literally and figuratively. Also, he was way too interested in talking about what a good guy he was that she was so sure he couldn’t get her off properly.

She knows Peter's already upstairs, probably running there the second he realised she took his room key and she imagines him pacing around trying to figure out how she got past his Peter tingle.

But as she opens the door, she sees two people both scantily clad. After his whole show in the bathroom? That prick.

MJ feels guilty for the performance she puts on causing the half-naked girl to flee the room with her clothes in her arms, the tears all too easy to force out as she calls Peter an arsehole for daring to cheat on her.

"Oh, so you can bring someone up but I can't?" he shouts, he's not as angry as he likes to portray, but the way his eyebrows scrunch is cute all the same. He stands from the bed and MJ tries not to watch the way his muscles move as he flails his hands around but the sharp lines of his abs make her clench her thighs together.

"Does it look like I have someone with me?" she asks, waiting for Peter to turn his back to her before she flicks her fingers and the door closes behind her.

"Well - no, I guess not," he huffs out, spinning to look at her. And she drops her eyes to his crotch just once, and she knows he's not even hard so he can't have been having that good of a time. She knows what he looks like when he's excited, having felt it when they had to train together and the gym was too hot and they were too sweaty.

He catches her looking, that much is obvious as the blush spreads down his chest in an all too enticing way. God, if he were less annoying - she wouldn't feel as ridiculous as she does when she wants to watch him work out. And she'd just tell him to fuck her in the shower when she wakes up with him wrapped around her, like she has every morning since they've been on this mission, feeling his excitement pressed against her back.

But he is annoying, and she won't be the one to break. So she pretends to be asleep when he wakes up, taking all too long to move away from her in the morning. Like he wants to be close to her or something.

But he's never suggested that, so she blinks, ending their staring contest as she throws both of their room keys on the table by the door.

"I'm going to get myself off in the shower, do you want me to save you hot water?" she asks, letting her hair down with a flourish, shaking the curls out as he watches her with a slightly slack jaw. Even with her movements, she can see his crotch twitch.

"I'm fine," he wheezes, his hands coming to rest in front of him. She lifts her hands behind her head, pretending to fiddle with the clasp of her dress.

"Suit yourself," she says with a shrug, allowing the material to drop to the floor. She steps out of it, hearing him swear under his breath as she walks to the bathroom in her heels and underwear, her gun strapped to her thigh.

The door clicks shut and she waves her hand towards the shower, the water clicking on as she removes her gun, placing it next to the sink. She hears Peter throw himself onto the bed, the clinking of his belt so obvious that it gets her a little wet and she knows he's getting off thinking about her but she doesn't mind. She's thinking of him too.

#spideychelle #petermj #jssc spooky season #nsfw?#maybe?#i dunno lets go for it #witch!mj

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oh-for-merlins-sake · 4 years

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TRICK & TREAT | fw

a/n: okay, so i KNOW we’re not exactly in october yet, but spooky season is my FAVORITE season, and i couldn’t resist. if i could have an interminable spooky season every year, my heart would sing tbh. also, side note: thank you to those who have interacted with my previous fic, or who have followed me, or who have showed me any ounce of love at all. like, i’m just hear to party and obsess over the weasley twins in the midst of all of these stellar writers. i just hope to be up to par with them someday. CHEERS! xo

pairing: fred weasley x reader (fem!reader)

word count: 3k

warnings: swearing (fred’s a potty mouth, yeah?), gets a little steamy at the end but nothing heart-stopping.

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You looked up from your dreadfully long piece of parchment in the library to gaze longingly out of a nearby window. The leaves were finally an amalgamation of bright reds and oranges, and you could almost feel the autumn breeze on your fingertips. Fall was your favorite season, and not just cause it hosted your favorite holiday.

This year, however, Snape decided that he was in no such mood for the Halloween spirit. As a result, an exceptionally long essay on potion making was due bright and early Monday morning, despite the holiday falling on Saturday — today.

You rubbed your eyes, blinking a few times to keep yourself awake, then resumed frantically scribbling on your parchment.

“And how long have you been at this, may I ask?”

You didn’t have to divert your gaze from the parchment to know exactly who was striding toward your table.

“In the middle of something, Freddie,” you mumbled.

“What, that dreadful essay for Snape?” He asked, sliding into the seat across from you.

“Yes,” you sighed, twirling your quill between your aching fingers.

“Oh, come off it — don’t let Snape ruin your Halloween. Put the quill down, and let’s get going,” he insisted, reaching for your quill.

You retracted your hand, raising your brows at him in response. “As if! I can’t fuck around, Fred. This is N.E.W.T. level Potions. He’ll toss me if I hand in anything less than exemplary.”

“The way I see it, Y/N,” he began, leaning back in his chair and propping his feet on the table, “The only reason Snape assigned this essay this weekend is because he’s a proper miserable prat. Just wants to ruin the fun for everyone, I reckon.”

You rolled your eyes, partially at Fred’s persistence, but also at Snape’s total arrogance.

“I propose that you put the quill down and come to the festival! C’mon, assigning an essay on Halloween weekend? Bloody mad, he is!”

You sighed again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and weighing your options.

On the one hand, you needed to do well on this essay (not that you hadn’t been doing well in Snape’s class, but given that it was Snape, one minor error could be one too many).

But on the other hand, you’d probably plucked and polished as much cluttered information from your brain as you could; and there Fred sat, beckoning you with that cheeky grin and those sweet, brown eyes to go to the Hallowe’en Festival in Hogsmeade.

“I don’t have a costume,” you said with a frown.

“Not to worry, love!”

Fred lugged his book bag onto the table with a mischievous grin, rummaging around inside and extracting various crumpled pieces of parchment, empty sweet wrappers, and the occasional contraption. Finally, he chucked a muggle entertainment magazine onto the table that was dated 1989 and began flipping through its pages.

“Dad’s latest obsession are these muggle magazines, and I found this in one of them...”

He eagerly pointed to a spread that celebrated the 50th anniversary of The Wizard of Oz. You let out a rather loud laugh (to which Madam Pince responded by shushing you both).

“What?” He whispered, giggling and playfully shoving your arm.

“You want to go as characters from The Wizard of Oz?” You shook your head, smiling sweetly.

“So you’re familiar?” He beamed at you.

“Yes, Fred, as a muggle born, I’m quite familiar with one of the most famous muggle movies of all time,” you teased.

“So you’ll go as her then?” He asked, pointing to Dorothy.

“Me? Go as her?” You asked incredulously. “I don’t have anything that would work for that costume. And I’m not so sure that anyone would recognize me without — ”

“The rest of them? Don’t worry, love, thought of that too!”

“You just think of everything, don’t you?” You quipped, narrowing your eyes.

“You’re a fucking witch, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll conjure something up,” he reminded.

You opened your mouth to counter, but he swiftly interrupted, "And if you’re concerned with anyone recognizing you, well... you’re looking at none other than Scarecrow himself.” He straightened up and tugged at his collar, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed again. (“Shh!”)

Fred lowered his voice, “Listen, Georgie’s gonna be the Tin Man, and Gin’s borrowing Luna’s lion’s head for the other one,” he explained. “All we’re missing is Dorothy.”

“Oh, I see,” you said, returning to your parchment with a smirk, “You just need me to complete your costume, ay?”

Suddenly, Fred plucked his wand to summon your quill from your hand to his.

“Come to the Hallowe’en festival with me, Y/N,” he insisted, tossing your dainty quill from one immense hand to the other.

You paused, glaring at him, for he knew exactly the effect he had on you.

“Fine!”

Fred punched the air in celebration before tucking your quill behind his ear and moseying out of the library.

“You’ve got two hours, Y/L/N,” he called over his shoulder.

The instant he turned the corner, you stuffed your parchment into your bag and scampered towards your dormitory. Butterflies erupted in the pits of your stomach as you pondered the possibilities of the night to come, and you felt a slow burning warmth trickle from your cheeks to the tips of your toes.

Yes, you were relieved to elude Snape’s brutal homework for the night, but deeper within you resided the covert, overwhelming desire that drove your final decision to go. After a wearisome couple of hours brimful of several twirls in front of the mirror, you ultimately decided your haphazard costume would have to do.

You’d managed to procure a white dress and pair of heels from your wardrobe, enchanting the former to mock the pattern of Dorothy’s dress and the latter to radiate a shimmering ruby red. You straightened out the hem of your dress before skipping out into the entrance hall in search of Fred.

You weaved between clusters of costumed students, noting several muggle characters along the way, including an Ariel, a Marty McFly, and even a Ghostbuster. You spotted a straw-hat poking out from above the crowd and rushed over.

“Well, good evening, Mr. Scarecrow!” You exclaimed, tapping his shoulder.

He spun around. “Bloody hell, it’s Dorothy!”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his costume, particularly the bright orange dot carefully painted on the tip of his nose. You appreciated the fact that faux freckles weren’t necessary for his costume, as his sweet speckles did the trick just fine. You were also fairly amused by George’s dingy, silver hat and Ginny’s small head being consumed by Luna’s lion contraption.

“Putting Dorothy to shame, I reckon,” Fred declared, winking down at you.

You were embarrassed at how quickly your cheeks turned color at the compliment.

The four of you nearly sprinted to Hogsmeade, bubbling over with excitement. All of Hogwarts had been feverishly babbling about the Hallowe’en Festival for weeks now, mostly because it served as an excuse to flee Umbridge’s reign of terror. When the announcement came that the shopkeepers of Hogsmeade would be hosting a festival for the students, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief that there was something outside of these walls that would provide a sense of warmth and security that had been missing as of late. It was refreshing, to say the least.

And hell, if it gave you an excuse to spend time with Fred, you surely weren’t complaining.

“Holy shit, Y/N!” Fred exclaimed, vigorously rocking you back and forth, “Bobbing for apples!”

You giggled and bounced along as he tugged you by the hand toward the festivities. George and Ginny followed suit, trailing behind with just enough space behind you and Fred.

Without hesitation, Fred sunk his head into a bucket of water in search of an apple and surprisingly succeeded on his first attempt. He resurfaced, teeth clenched around a scarlet apple, and winked at you before spitting it into his palm. You giggled at the orange paint on his nose; now smeared from the charade.

“Your turn,” he urged, taking a hearty bite from his reward.

Though you weren’t as quick at retrieving one as Fred had been, you eventually managed to reap a bright green apple from the pail. You kept the apple nicely snug between your teeth as you shook the water from your face with a laugh. You held the apple in your palm, turning it over in the moonlight, before taking a bite to indulge in its sweet and sour flavors.

Fred gently pushed back the wisps of hair that were now plastered to your forehead. You swallowed your bite and your staggering desire to taste him too.

“Shall we retrieve some sweets from Honeydukes, Freddie?” You blurted.

“‘Course,” He breathed, hand lingering on your forehead.

You quickly tossed the remnants of your apple in a nearby bin before skipping towards Honeydukes. Fred scampered behind you, laughing at the way you kept balance in your heels.

“Quit laughing at me, Weasley!” You exclaimed, arms shot out on either side of you.

Fred caught up to you and clutched your waist, murmuring, “You can hold me for balance anytime, love.”

Your heart pounded as his fingers tightened their grip before dismissing the feeling with an eye roll and a playful slap to his chest.

The two of you approached Honeydukes, which was festively adorned with strings of misty orange lights and floating jack-o-lanterns. The shopkeeper was tossing free sweets for the taking, and while Fred was able to score some with ease due to his looming height, you had to jump just to try — even in your high heels.

Fred couldn’t help but grin as you grasped at nothing, clinging to his shoulder for balance.

“What are you reaching for, love?” He asked, gently bumping his hip into yours.

“I’m just — ” You hopped again. “Trying — to get — a bloody Sugar Quill!”

Within seconds, Fred effortlessly seized a Sugar Quill and tossed it down to you. You thanked him, beaming up at him as you ripped it open.

He proceeded to catch a few more sweets, including some Chocolate Cauldrons, Pumpkin Pasties, and enough Sugar Quills to tide you over until next Halloween. You both walked aimlessly through Hogsmeade, munching on your sweets and speculating on the whereabouts of the rest of your group. You’d both decided that you’d find them later before plopping down onto a bench to finish off the last of your goodies.

Full of sugar and glee, you almost didn’t notice that Fred’s thigh was in contact with yours — the realization knocking your breath off of its steady course.

You fiddled with a wrapper as you genuinely considered trailing your fingers across his chest and pressing your lips to his under the light of jack-o-lanterns and the smell of cinnamon. You genuinely considered sending him spiraling into oblivion, just as he’d done to you at nearly every interaction. Oh, to make him go weak in the knees for once.

“Fred — ”

Suddenly, a gaggle of first-years scrambled by as Malfoy and his minions hounded them for sweets. You both snapped your heads in their direction, perturbed by the disruption.

“What do you say we put the ‘trick’ in trick-or-treat?” Fred asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

So close.

After some deliberation of the proper way to exact justice, you and Fred decided to convince some first-years to toss a few Nosebleed Nougats into their bags of sweets. You made certain that they would not touch the Nougats themselves, but that they would instead offer them up to Malfoy when he came hunting for more.

You hurried back over to Fred, who was hiding behind a shop corner, and observed the hysterical events that transpired together. You stifled your laughter as Malfoy yanked the Nougats out of the sack and split them between himself and his mates. The first years scurried away, thankful to have evaded surrendering their sweets, as the prats chewed into their Nougats.

They tossed their wrappers onto the cobblestone and scouted the area for their next victims. They were abruptly interrupted by the blood gushing out of their noses, causing you and Fred to rush into Three Broomsticks in a fit of laughter. You peered out of the window and watched as Malfoy and his mates darted towards the castle, fists pressed against their noses.

“I can’t believe we got away with that,” you admitted breathlessly.

Fred high-fived you, hand squeezing yours, as he tried to catch his breath. He led you to an empty table near the fireplace before wandering off to obtain a couple of warm Butterbeers. You sat down and rubbed your hands together, feeling the cold slowly easing from your fingertips.

“You know what’s always bugged me,” Fred began, sliding your mug across the table and removing his hat.

“Hm?” You hummed, taking a sip.

He sat down and clutched his warm mug. “Why does it have to be trick or treat? Why not both? I mean, everyone loves a good trick, and everyone loves a good treat. I’ve never understood that!”

You laughed, wiping the foam of your drink from your mouth. “You know, Freddie, you make an awfully good point! From now on, you’ll only ever hear me say ‘trick and treat’!”

“Cheers!” He laughed, clinking his mug with yours.

The two of you chatted away in Three Broomsticks for what felt like an eternity. As time passed, folks rolled in and out of the pub, and eventually you found the rest of your party. George and Ginny, along with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, joined you for some time before deciding they’d had enough festivities for one evening.

As they gathered their things and emptied their mugs, George turned to the two of you and asked, “You two coming along?”

Suddenly, Ginny grabbed George’s arm, forcefully turning him towards the door as she sang over her shoulder, “Goodnight!”

Fred chuckled, taking a swig from his drink, as you fought to suppress the cursed blush that continuously resurfaced on your burning cheeks.

Time continued ticking away as the two of you resumed conversation. It felt natural to sit with Fred, tossing back Butterbeers, bringing each other to tears from laughter, and poking and prodding at the recesses of your minds; Madam Rosmerta was less fond of it, however.

“I’m sure it’s well past your bedtime, lovebirds — out,” she declared.

The two of you gathered your belongings and giggled as you wandered back out into the streets. You caught a glimpse of the time and exclaimed, “Blimey, it’s eleven o’clock! We’ll have to sneak back into the castle at this point!”

“I know a way back,” Fred said with a smirk.

He led you by the hand to a secret passageway tucked in an alley where he assured you it was a safe escape to Hogwarts. You had your doubts about the secrecy of this tunnel, feeling uneasy at the thought of Filch ensnaring you after-hours; but Fred insisted. And if it meant prolonging your evening with Fred, then you had no choice but to follow.

As you crept down the tunnel towards Hogwarts by the guiding light of Fred’s wand, you gently bumped into his side, conspicuously brushing your hand against his. You normally wouldn’t feel so bold, but after the sheer volume of Butterbeer that you’d consumed, you felt particularly daring at the moment.

Fred grinned down at you and gently bumped you back. You stumbled a bit in a fit of giggles that Fred echoed as he snagged your hand in his.

“Easy there, Y/L/N, don’t want you tumbling down the tunnel!”

You took advantage of the opportunity to boldly intertwine your fingers with his. You rested your head on his arm and mumbled, “I’m tired, Freddie...”

“We’re almost there,” he said, fighting a grin and squeezing your hand.

The two of you continued walking for quite some time like this. The remainder of the walk was mostly silent — not because neither of you had anything to say, but mostly because you each had so much to say and ruminated on exactly how to say those things.

Your thoughts raced through your addled brain a million miles a minute, and as you approached the Hogwarts corridor, you cursed yourself for not saying something sooner.

“You fall asleep over there?” Fred chuckled, nudging your head softly with his arm.

You peered up at him lovingly before straightening up to face him. With your fingers still tightly wound around his, you whispered, “Freddie...”

“Y/N,” he playfully whispered back.

You giggled.

“That was a good trick we played earlier, don’t you think?” You asked, taking a step closer.

“One of my finest yet,” he replied, struggling to form full sentences given your proximity.

“And you know what they say...” You said.

“What do they say, Y/N?” He teased, using his free hand to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Trick and treat... so how’s about a treat?”

Suddenly, you closed the space between the two of you and locked your lips with his. Your lips moved slowly together, almost in shock that this was actually happening. He released your hand in order to use both of his to hold the back of your head, and you stood on your tiptoes to deepen the kiss as you wrapped your hands around his neck.

When your lips parted, you almost whined at the separation.

“That was the best treat yet,” he said with a wink, running his hands down your waist and giving you a squeeze.

You bit your lip and led him down a quiet hallway. “I know I’m supposed to say something like, ‘There’s no place like home,’ but honestly...” you trailed off, stopping in front of a vacant classroom. “I’d much rather be in here.”

Fred’s eyes widened with hunger as you backed him into the classroom, kicking the door shut behind you.

Fred lifted you onto a nearby desk and sighed, “I love Halloween.”

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #fred weasley x you

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hoodoo12 · 3 years

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The Ties That Bind (And How to Follow Them) 2/?

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Pate never did fall back asleep properly, but she was content to doze lightly in Beetlejuice’s arms for a few more hours. It wasn’t deep enough to dream, but in between snoozes she did her best to commit what she had seen in the nightmare to memory. The better to understand it, she hoped.

Even Lillian was of two minds as to whether or not the dreams meant anything at all but Pate couldn’t shake the notion that they meant something important. Maybe they were warnings. Her first thought was Rigel, trying to claw his way back into their lives. Just the thought was enough to make her shudder and Beetlejuice’s arms tightened around her, sensing her unease.

They spent the weekend in, lazing together on the couch and rewatching The Mandalorian. Pate felt bad that she was really too tired these days to take him out to do anything, but he never seemed to mind. She recorded her dreams in the journal to take to Lillian’s for the next session, slept fitfully Saturday and Sunday night, and all too soon it was Monday again.

Showering woke her up a bit more, chasing away the last of the feelings of dread from her nightmares and she readied herself for work. As he usually did, Beej saw her off at the door. Pate wound her arms around his neck, pressing her lips to his in a lingering kiss.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she said, pecking him on the nose before departing.

⁂

Pate always seemed to get better rest closer to dawn. He hated that she had to then be woken just when she was comfortable; Mondays really did suck. Beetlejuice hoisted himself up on the sink in the bathroom while she showered, wishing he could join her under the spray like he’d done in Las Vegas, but she was already behind schedule and a distraction wasn’t going to be appreciated.

He stayed out of her way even though he followed her around through the apartment as she made to leave. Promising to be good but knowing there was no way for her to possibly think of every single thing that could be construed as “bad”, he pressed against her to steal some of her body heat and then watched her leave. He went to the front window to look down at her as she made it to her car, and blew a kiss when she saw him in the window. He watched till she was gone out of the parking lot.

Another day alone in the apartment. At least he had the freedom to smoke inside with Pate gone, so he lit a cigarette and stared forlornly at the empty room. Pate had suggested he take up a hobby to fill the time, but put her foot down when he believed raising a baby Sandworm would be a good idea.

“Whatever a “Sandworm” is,” she’d included at the end of the conversation.

She didn’t leave her dream journal behind; her mentor had told her to keep it with her so she could jot things down if they came to her, but Beej had read through it when she was dozing beside him. That wasn’t invading her privacy, not really, he justified, because she just left it right beside the bed--

--Lillian Borden.

He could go visit Lillian Borden and talk to her about Pate’s progress or lack thereof.

The thought sprung on him so quickly the cigarette fell out of his mouth. He crushed it into the carpet, vowing to himself he’d clean it up before Pate got back and saw it, and stepped into the ether to visit the antique shop Pate spent so much time in.

⁂

The store was closed, of course. It was early in the morning for the antique crowd. But Pate had mentioned the old woman lived above the store, so he simply spirited through the door. Good thing he wasn’t a vampire, he chuckled to himself.

Making his way through the aisles towards the staircase he could see, a few of the items he passed had some tendrils of energy that either moved towards him like he was a magnet, or away from him like they were repelled. All of them were wispy and easily avoided. On a wall hung a old, ratty taxidermied deer head that slowly turned to look at him, but he was pretty sure whatever that was wouldn’t be able to move any further. Its glass eyes lit with inner fire and if there was some way to make friends with that thing, it would make a very creepy Halloween decoration.

Beetlejuice made a mental note to talk to it later.

Reaching the stairs, there was a slight resistance as he put his foot on the first step. Bulling his way through it, it popped like he’d broken bubblewrap and he skipped the rest of the way up. If it was a ward, there was no sense in knocking on the door at the top, so he simply opened it and went inside.

There, he found a small, clean apartment. Plants surrounded the windows, and old tin type photographs and decorative mirrors were hung on the walls. Someone was in the kitchen.

Straightening his jacket and running a hand through his hair--which did nothing to tame it--Beetlejuice walked to the door separating the living space from the kitchen and found the older woman standing at her stove, stirring something in a pot. A tea kettle was also on, with steam rising from the spout. She was muttering something half under her breath.

“Hi!” he said, without preamble. “You’re Lillian Borden, right? Pate’s been coming to see you, and I want to talk.”

He could never remember that people needed some warning when he appeared and started talking. Typically he was met with screams.

This woman didn’t scream. She turned towards him, eyes narrowed, with a knife in her hand he hadn’t noticed on her far side. There was more of that strange repellent energy wafting from the knife, and he held his hands up even though his natural instinct was to meet force with force.

“I just want to talk, lady--”

She didn’t look like she wanted to talk, really.

⁂

In all her years, Lillian had never expected to find herself with a pupil.

But then this young woman had come into her shop one day, and it was like getting hit in the chest with a sledgehammer when she got closer. Lillian had met others in her time with… gifts, but none like this girl. Whatever she had, it was potent, close to the surface, and raw as wet clay just waiting to be shaped. She must have sensed something about Lillian because in no time she was showing up regularly, asking for Lillian to teach her, to show her how to handle this power inside her.

At first Lillian had been reluctant to go poking around something so volatile, but eventually she conceded that the younger woman was in need of guidance. What with the strange, terrible dreams that disturbed her sleep and the almost miasmic aura that seemed to accompany her. It didn’t emanate from her, it just hung around her like a cloud of smoke from a cigarette. There was something haunting her, something Lillian urged her to purge as quickly as possible.

For whatever reason, Lillian could tell that Pate hadn’t done it, that she actively lied about it when asked. Why she should want some dark spectral energy floating around her all the time was beyond Lillian’s ability to comprehend, but she felt sure that it had something to do with the girl’s nightmares, or even her abilities themselves.

It was Monday, not quite time to open up the shop, so she muddled about in the kitchen. Lillian didn’t consider herself a witch or a Wiccan or any such thing, but there were certain practices that she had found beneficial in her particular way of life. The tea was almost ready to come off the stove, the talismanic elixir she’d been preparing nearly finished when she felt it: the ward on her stairs dissipated like a puff of breath on a frigid day.

She paused momentarily in what she was doing, opening the drawer by the stove and withdrawing a black-handled athame from it’s sheath, keeping it concealed by her body as she continued to putter around the stove, mumbling a protective charm against whatever was entering her apartment.

He greeted her genially enough, mentioning Pate by name and Lillian knew at once that who or whatever this garishly bedecked man with his green hair and striped suit and mischievous aura was, it was the entity she sensed around her student.

Turning toward him, gripping the athame tightly and feeling the thrum of energy in the instrument, Lillian maintained her cool despite the intrusion.

“Don’t imagine you and I would have much to talk about,” she said not impolitely.

⁂

“Well, Pate’s a common denominator,” Beej replied snappishly, despite trying to keep his voice in more the pleasant range. He wasn’t exactly sure what his hair was doing color-wise at the moment; that knife in her hand put him on edge.

He moved towards her to help her understand his sincerity about the situation, although he dispensed with pleasantries.

“I watch what’s been happening to her. I see the nightmares she has. She came to you for help and it isn’t getting any better, so you and me, we’re gonna talk--”

⁂

The tea kettle’s shrill whistle sounded behind her as the thing that looked like a man but wasn’t a man stepped closer. Without pausing another moment Lillian pointed the athame at his chest and traced a sigil in the air, murmuring in rapid Latin as she repeated the movements of the consecrated instrument again and again.

She reached down within herself, feeling for the well of power that resided inside and tapped into it, pouring her will and intent into the drawing of the sigil and the recitation of the incantation. He froze in place as if his shoes were stuck to the scuffed hardwood floor, looking first down at his own feet and then back up at her as she continued to chant and trace with the athame. His form began to blur and then to disintegrate around the edges, spreading inward as a stiff breeze from nowhere blew his coat and tie and hair around until they were no more.

Lillian didn’t relax even when she was once again alone in the kitchen, nothing remaining of the entity that had stood before her. Keeping a tight hold on the athame, she strode slowly but purposefully towards the decorative mirrors hanging on her living room wall. Inside the glass she saw, not her own reflection, but the man who had broken her ward and entered her home uninvited.

After verifying that her temporal displacement had succeeded, only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

“There,” she said in a grim, satisfied tone. “That ought to hold you. And keep you away from that girl.”

The figure in the glass raised both fists, hammering against the surface of the mirror but made no sound. Turning away, Lillian returned to her kitchen and took the kettle off the stove.

⁂

Coming at him with that dark-handled knife wasn’t good. Beetlejuice bit off his own sentence and raised his hands to show he was no threat, but whatever this old lady was doing he felt a combination of bound and dizzy. She was going to stab him, and he most definitely did not want that to happen; instinctively he knew that blade meant bad news.

But she didn’t stab him, only the air in an intricate design. Her Latin was whispered and hurried, and he only caught some of it, “Entrapment . . . reflection . . .” as an unearthly breeze caught him. Glancing at his feet, they seemed to fly away as if dust on the wind. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t feel like anything, but he didn’t like it and opened his mouth to protest, to say they got off on the wrong foot. Before any words could leave his mouth he was no longer in her kitchen.

Now he was looking out at her living room from an odd angle. He didn’t know what had happened, and defensively black tentacles erupted around him, but there was nothing here to fight against. Just a white endless plain, except for the window he was looking out of. Beetlejuice willed his tentacles away.

A movement in his periphery caught his eye and he leaned forward to see it better. His forehead hit something. Brow furrowed, he raised his hands and they were stopped by something unseen as well.

Lillian came into full view in front of him, peering at him like a bug under a magnifying glass. When she stepped closer, what he could see of her changed--only her shoulders and head were visible. He tried to wrap his head around what he was seeing.

He had no problem hearing her and her proclamation that he’d be ‘held’, and kept away from Pate.

Beetlejuice pounded on the glass, shouting that there was a mistake, that she better let him out, he was going to rain terror down on her the likes of which she’d never imagined--

Lillian smiled sweetly and walked away, back out of his range of vision. The kettle stopped whistling.

The whole thing had only taken three minutes, tops.

⁂

It took him some time to figure out where she’d imprisoned him. He hadn’t paid much attention to her living room since he had immediately heard her in the kitchen, but after some thought--because what else was there to do in an endless white space of nothingness?--and her returning, giving him a smile, and sitting down to watch TV (it was some Hallmark movie that was possibly more torturous than being wherever he was), he realized he could only see the windows opposite the wall that separated the kitchen and living room. That, and where she was sitting he could only see the top of Lillian’s head.

She’d put him in one of her mirrors.

“FUCK,” Beej shrieked into the void. There was no echo, which was creepy.

This old woman was going to keep him down in her antique store of horrors! He wondered how many of the presences he felt walking through the first floor of the place were people like him--misunderstood, just wanting to talk, and she was like some self-appointed Pinkerton agent, cleaning up potential problems.

Beetlejuice slammed the back of his head, hard, on the glass. Lillian didn’t react. He let the tentacles come out again, and used their strength to attack it. Nothing. Brute force wasn’t the way out. Cleverness was.

If he sat with his back below the glass, he was fairly sure he was unseen. Maybe she had some fancy-schmancy wards on the glass, but maybe there was another way out. He let his tentacles explore the space. There wasn’t much, just endless white. There was no way for him to call for help. No way to let Pate know what had happened. He’d be stuck here for an undetermined amount of time--

--a tentacle found a seam.

Not a seam per se, but some break. Crack. He didn’t know what, because it was white too. Scooting over to it, Beetlejuice couldn’t even see it, but he could feel it beneath his fingertips. He dug a nail under it, not caring that it became ragged, only wanting to widen it and see what might be beyond. When it was more than just a crack, a tentacle snaked in and broke it open more. Pieces fell away like plaster, and shoving his face against the hole he could see another window.

Another mirror!

Tenaciously, Beetlejuice tore apart the crack until he could squeeze through. He had no idea how much a maze it might be, with nothing to guide him. He’d just keep going until he could find Pate’s bathroom mirror, as long as it took.

tbc . . .

#writing #fanfiction #Beetlejuice #Ties that bind

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kumeko · 2 years

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A/N: For the @gravityfallsauzine! I think the twins would make fun superheroes with the most eye-catching (blinding) costumes.

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This was weird. That was Dipper’s only thought as he stood in his socks in the middle of the attic he shared with his twin sister. There was no other way to explain why he was dressing up in what could have been a Halloween costume, ready to go fight crime in the middle of the night.

Or, well, the late evening/early night, because despite being almost thirteen, Dipper couldn’t stay up past eleven even if his life depended on it. Which was a problem when one’s fighting crime—often his life did depend on it.

“This is really weird,” he uttered aloud now, unable to shake off his unease. Dipper turned to Mabel. “You see how this is weird, right?”

“What do you mean, weird?” Mabel hummed some made-up song obliviously as she rifled through her drawers, tossing sweaters over her shoulder in her search.

“This?” Dipper gestured at his slightly baggy black clothes. Or ‘uniform’, as his Grunkle Ford put it. Admittedly, despite not fitting him quite right, the costume was quite nice for being homemade. There were pockets everywhere, big enough to carry magnifying lenses and flashlights and everything else his paranoid brain thought of. “We’re dressing up to go fight crime at night.”

“Well of course it’s at night.” Mabel shot him a disparaging look over her shoulder. “No one does crime in the day.”

“That’s…not true. You know that’s not true, right?” Dipper asked worriedly. It was hard, sometimes, to tell when Mabel earnestly believed in something and when she was just getting caught up in the romance of it all.

“Well, duh, but no one fights crime In the day.” Mabel rolled her eyes, turning back to her sweater search. “Have you seen any hero do that?”

“Have you seen anyone fight at all?” Dipper asked incredulously. Before she could say anything, he clarified, “Besides us?”

She deflated slightly at that, plopping on the ground and scratching her chin as she thought about it. The moment her eyes lit it up, he could almost see the lightbulb going off above her head. Confidently, Mabel lifted her finger and opened her mouth—

“Or our Grunkles,” he added, rolling his eyes when she groaned. She was so predictable sometimes. “Someone outside of our family.”

“Okay, fine. Maybe you can fight in the day,�� she reluctantly agreed. “But it’s really uncool.”

“Good—that wasn’t my point!” One day, he was going to go bald because of his family. Dipper was certain of that. He just managed to resist the urge to tear out his hair. “Isn’t this really weird? We’re dressing up in costumes and fighting crime! It’s like we’re in a comic book.”

“Maybe we are,” Mabel cheerfully retorted, clapping her hands together excitedly. “You think I could marry Bruce Wayne and get his batcave?”

The image was too impossible for him to even imagine. Dipper wasn’t sure what scared him more—Mabel sitting in the batcave or the fact that he couldn’t shake off the feeling that she could date Batman if she tried. Even his Grunkles had a hard time saying no to her. Shaking his head clear of these thoughts, he crossed his arms and frowned. “Mabel, come on. Be serious.”

“I am,” she protested. Seeing the look on his face, she clambered to her feet and approached him. “Dipper, come on, this isn’t the weirdest thing that’s happened all summer. It’s not even in the top five. I mean, yeah, the Grunkles are kinda weird about everything, but that’s just who they are.”

Dipper bit his cheek. It was hard to disagree when they were spending the summer in a renovated villain’s lair, complete with enough villain props to compete with any comic book’s rogue gallery. Dipper couldn’t even be certain on which props were fake—he’d seen enough obscure villains to utterly believe there was one called the Jackalope. “But that’s an ordinary weird. Grunkle Stan scams people and Grunkle Ford doesn’t leave the basement. It’s weird, but not super weird. Not like being a superhero.”

“Oh, you worry too much.” Mabel sighed, picking up a trench coat off the floor. She draped it around her shoulders and pulled the collars up. “Don’t look at me, I’m totally just one criminal and not a whole family of them.”

Dipper smiled slightly at the reference, remembering the first villain they’d taken down together. It had been a group of five identical brothers, stacked on top of each other as they pretended to be a giant. It was hard enough having one twin—he couldn’t imagine having three more.

Sensing he was softening, Mabel scampered around the room, picking up random discarded souvenirs she’d picked up during their adventures. Donning a witch’s hat, she cackled. “All the halloween candy shall be mine!”

“I think he was a little creepier than that, Mabel,” Dipper snorted. Her imitation was terrible.

“As creepy as the zombies?” she drawled, shambling towards him.

“That was a poisonous gas.” Despite her inaccuracies, Dipper chuckled. It was hard not to; for however ridiculous Mabel could be sometimes, she always knew how to make him laugh. Picking up a top hat, he said in a falsetto, “I’m Gideon, and I’m going to hypnotize you.”

“Ugh.” Mabel grimaced. “Not him!”

“Sorry.” He wasn’t sorry. Well, not entirely. Dropping the hat, he walked over to the half-open window. A warm breeze wafted in, stirring the curtains. It’d be a hot night. Which meant his costume was going to smell again. Honestly, he’d thought that being a superhero would be more fun, and not…so mundane.

Just outside the window, the sun had started to set. Unlike the city, the stars here were in the sky, not the ground. The citizens were so scattered, it was hard to spot their neighbour’s lights, let alone the whole town’s. Unfortunately, that made patrolling really long and difficult; there was just so much space to cover.

“Hey,” Dipper asked quietly, “Do you think they’re hiding something from us?”

Mabel stood next to him, looking at him seriously. “What do you mean?”

“Remember we found those two mysterious books, with the handprint on them?” Dipper explained, rubbing his forearms.

“Grunkle Ford just kinda took them.” She leaned against the window. “I wonder why?”

“I saw Grunkle Stan with one of them. I think he took one.” Dipper frowned. It felt like he had almost all the pieces as to a bigger mystery, but he was missing a key one. “There must be something important in them.”

“When we get the third one, we keep it, and then we can ask them anything,” Mabel suggested confidently, hand on her hip. When she said it like that, he didn’t doubt her words for an instant.

Dipper nodded. It was a solid enough plan. “I just don’t get why they keep wanting us to work alone, and not together.” He gestured out the window, at the tops of the buildings in the distance. “We can’t patrol all of that on our own. Can you imagine fighting Gideon or someone else by yourself?”

Mabel didn’t say anything, for a long moment, before turning to him. “You know, the Grunkles don’t talk.”

“Huuh?” Dipper stared at her blankly, not following. He dropped his arm. “They talk all the time.”

“They don’t, not like we do.” She played with the hem of her sweater. It was a nervous gesture completely unlike her. “They don’t even like staying in the same room.”

Now that he thought about it, that was true. Whenever one walked in, the other would walk out. Dipper rubbed his chin, “Even when we’re training, they keep insisting on different times.”

“Yeah.” Mabel sighed, her shoulders slumping. “Superheroes are supposed to be partners, why aren’t they partners?”

Dipper couldn’t handle a sad Mabel. It just wasn’t right. Wrapping an arm around her, he squeezed her tight. “We’re partners.”

“Yeah.” She smiled at him, perking up at the thought. “We’ll be like Batman and Robin or Captain and Bucky.” Getting into it, she spread her hands in front of her as though to show the grandness of the name she picked out. “Mabel and Dipper.”

“Wouldn’t that make me the sidekick?” Dipper replied dryly, letting go.

“The cool one is always the leader.” Mabel winked at him as she slipped back to her dresser.

“You’re not cool at all,” he mumbled under his breath.

Still, this could work. Unlike the Grunkles, he and Mabel would work together. And maybe, just maybe, they could figure out what happened between them and protect the town at the same time. Dipper hadn’t been sure about this whole superhero business—they’d constantly flopped from one danger to the next—but they could do it. Besides, they were helping people, what could go wrong?

“What do you think of this sweater?” Mabel asked, picking out a neon green sweater from her pile. Her smile was only outshone by how bright her sweater was. It was almost blinding.

Dipper didn’t know where to begin. “Aren’t we supposed to be stealthily?” He paused. “What, Grunkle Stan isn’t giving you a costume?”

“Nah.” Mabel shrugged her shoulders as she dropped the sweater and picked up another one that looked like the setting sun. At least it was kinda toned down. “He said a real hero makes their costume from scratch.”

Dipper had a big feeling that it had less to do with character-building and more to do with Grunkle Stan being really lazy.

Either way, he was going to go out patrolling with a partner that could blind their enemies. Maybe he should start stuffing some flashlights and other survival gear into his many pockets. They were definitely going to need it.

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‘Inspector Gadget’ episode review: “Haunted Castle”

I was going to go in episode order for this series, but with the Halloween season I couldn’t resist reviewing my favorite episode.^^

One thing I love about the early episodes of the 80s series is that Gadget isn’t completely incompetent and I think that’s something later adaptations of the IG franchise lost along the way. I feel like later adaptations made Gadget too childlike and idiotic, which makes him less interesting as a character IMO. That’s one reason I love “Haunted Castle” so much - it’s an episode (alone with “Mad Trap”) that shows that Gadget can be quite resourceful when needed. And who doesn’t love a classic haunted house/castle tale?^^

Penny and Brain are going with Gadget in this episode, rather than sneaking after him, and we see this happen in other episodes as well. Which makes me think that Gadget takes Penny and Brain with him if he knows he’s going to be gone for more than a few days. In other episodes Gadget doesn’t take his family along because he insists it’s too dangerous, so that’s an interesting detail here.

I love the idea of Brain being scared of ghosts.^^ The poor dog’s nerves are probably shot by the time Penny’s a teen from all the danger he’s face, but Brain is also very brave just like his two humans.

Good lord, Gadget, I hope you don’t teach Penny to drive! Actually, Penny’s probably already a far better driver at 10 than her uncle.

Something that I’ve always wondered about...is/was Quimby a secret agent? Yes, he’s Gadget’s boss as the chief of police, but why would Quimby attend an international law enforcement conference if his jurisdiction was only within Metro City? I have so many theories about this and Quimby’s background, but all I’ll say for now is that I do think Quimby isn’t *just* the chief of police. He’s clearly a master of disguise as well and I think Quimby has some other role, which is also why Gadget acts more like a secret agent than a city-bound police inspector.

Gadget has a good point about Count Dracula’s hideout being too obvious.^^

The scene where Gadget saves Penny and Brain from falling into his ravine with his Gadget arm is one of my favorites. Poor Penny’s horrified expression when she thought Gadget had fallen really shows how much she cares about him. Although I do wonder why didn’t Gadget just press the button from inside the car? The only reason I can think of is that he weighs a lot more than a regular man would, and wanted to relieve the car of the extra weight to buy some time. This scene also shows that Gadget *can* think on his feet, especially when it comes to Penny and Brain’s safety. He was all business here and I loved it.

I find it so ironic that Gadget doesn’t believe in anything supernatural and yet in another episode he was obsessed with a four-leaf clover. I think this is another example of gaps in his memory/reasoning.

This is another minor detail but I really like how Penny is still young enough that she’s nervous being in the castle, and asks Gadget not to get too far ahead of her. Don’t get me wrong, Penny is *very* brave and I love that about her, but I also think it gives her character more depth to show that despite her courage and brilliance she’s still very young and still at an age where she needs Gadget’s reassurance. It makes her more real and human.

“These are probably priceless, fake artifacts!” Oh lordy, Gadget *snorts*

How long do Gadget’s arms extend anyways?! Also, Gadget can clearly understand some of what Brain says when the latter tries to tell him Penny is in the basement, which is an interesting little detail.

The fire scene made me think about something - is Gadget’s coat made of some special, fire-proof material? It wouldn’t surprise me if it was. Also, Gadget’s skin must be mostly synthetic and able to withstand extreme temperatures given how often he’s caught in explosions/fire.

Right after the fire scene Gadget says they should go back upstairs and looks around suspiciously. This might be me reading too much into this scene, but Gadget clearly knows something’s up. He’s got enough self-awareness to be suspicious/cautious of his next move, even if it did take him a while to catch on. This makes me think that Gadget is more self-aware at times than we see in the show, especially when it comes to Penny’s safety. And he’s competent and decisive when it matters, like we saw with the ravine scene earlier and just now with him putting out quite a large fire.

Of course my favorite scene in this episode is Gadget catching Penny when they both fall though the trapdoor.^^ That required extremely fast reflexes on Gadget’s part and it’s just so sweet.

All in all, this is one of the top episodes IMO of the entire IG franchise.

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Undertaker headcanons from the late 19th century (1889) to the present day with an S / O that is also immortal. Just cute things about how they would have fun and a relationship that would really be "forever" (I'm a little obsessed with eternal romances with immortal creatures, sorry XD)

Aww that’s such a sweet idea, don’t apologise!! Here you go, hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

Alright people sit down and buckle up we start in the Victorian era

Undertaker is doing just that, lowkey experimenting on the dead and the like as well but we’re ignoring that for now

You’re absolutely not working as a servant in some lord’s house, equally you probably can’t quite get up into high society given Undertaker’s occupation, likely somewhere in the middle

To be honest, you probably ended up involved in the Phantomhives’ underground network and you are more than capable of working the system so you can be accepted equally by both London’s high society and the working classes

The mortician deals with people from all walks of life and you regularly interact with them so it’s hardly surprising

During this time, the two of you would eat out as much as possible , just to experience the class divide from both ends

The funeral parlour isn’t in the best part of London, so you went to the local pub one night for dinner and a drink

The atmosphere was positively alive, the people inside loud and buzzing with warm energy despite the winter cold trying to deep in through the windows

You had a basic meal of chicken and vegetable broth, sat at a table just off the corner of the bar

The place might have smelt of alcohol but the people sat at another table playing music more than made up for it

There was a violinist, a singer and a flute player, all producing jigs, country music and the best old songs, the kind the two of you hadn’t heard in a good few years

Alternately, Undertaker took you out to the fanciest, most expensive restaurant London had to offer

You didn’t even know where he got the money from

He wore a sleek black top hat and tails, hair drawn back and hidden away for once

A crisp white shirt and a red tie, polished black loafers and you wearing your finest

You lost track of how many courses you ate, lost in the small orchestra playing exquisite music from the front

Undertaker had reserved the best table they had to offer and ultimately spared no expense

Afterwards, you decided that whilst the experiences were polar opposites, you had enjoyed both for entirely different reasons

Moving on to the early 1900’s, the industrial revolution was a scream for you both

Picture the most ridiculous, steampunk-looking ‘automated vehicle’ you can, complete with the crazy lights on the front and the carriage wheels, chugging out black smoke

Undertaker had one

It was such a wild thing to invent that he just couldn’t resist

You were the talk of his part of London, specifically how the ‘unusual’ mortician has managed to afford one was of great debate among the gossips

Of course, you two sat on the sidelines and watched it all unfold, grinning like mad people and never giving out any information

You did make the occasional comment though, only to stir the pot and confuse everyone even further

Your favourite memory of that car had to be when you chugged over Westminster bridge in it, the mortician tipping his hat while you just nodded at the pavement full of top hats who halted what they were doing to watch you go by

You laughed for ages after that one

It couldn’t last forever though, and when the First World War came, it was as hard on the two of you as any

Undertaker seemed always to be working during those four years, the list of casualties endless

You helped him wherever you could, devoting the rest of your time to helping out at the local shelter, nursing when the hospitals were being overrun

You would both pass information along the underground as well, anything to end the death and destruction

The Second World War passed in much the same way, though now there seemed to be even less time to rest

You would stand and quietly hold each other on the long nights when it all seemed endless, listening to Churchill over the radio and trying to not get too down

The next little while passed by uneventfully really - everyone was trying to recover from the after effects of the fighting and the Cold War was in full flow

When it got to the 50’s and 60’s though, things started looking up once more

You lost count of the number of dances you went to with the mortician, each of which he invited you to in a most gentlemanly manner

Eventually you invited him to a few, though he jokingly complained each time that he should be the one to ask you

Undertaker’s slow dances went unrivalled, both at events and whilst you were alone in the parlour

Those were your favourites, gazing lovingly into his phosphorescent eyes, glowing softly in the half dark as he smiled back at you

He would hold your body to his as close as possible, keeping you flush together whilst still moving to the music

He would have an arm securely around your waist, far too much contact for the dance you were doing but you had no complaints

When it got late and dark and you were still stepping around each other, you would lay your head on his shoulder and his hand would move automatically to your hair, ever so softly combing back through it and nails caressing your scalp so masterfully that it took far more effort than it should have done to stay awake

He knew that of course and would grin, wasting no time in sitting down somewhere with you in his lap, whispering sweet nothings until your eyes did finally close, albeit against your will

You would smile in the morning when you woke up in bed, but still wrapped tightly in the mortician’s embrace

Moving swiftly onto the 70’s, I just want to say if you don’t think Undertaker could disco with the best of them, you are so wrong

He’s a fabulous dancer, no matter what the era or style and there wasn’t the move he didn’t know

You would often catch him dancing away to the pop songs over the radio or on the little TV you two had purchased

When he saw you, not only would he not stop but he would grab you and get you to start dancing with him

The reaper took full advantage of the fashion for flares and all things day glow, mismatching neon socks worn proudly

And of course if this wasn’t the era of the best comedy movies

You went to the movie theatre to see all of them, got them on DVD and ultimately there wasn’t a single reference that went over your head

It was also impossible to pick your favourite

From then on, the two of you really just watched fashions and trends progress into the ones we know now

He has a black hearse of course, but not your average one

It’s all sharp angles and gleaming chrome, a skull pendent hanging off the rear view

When it’s Halloween season, he puts a skeleton in the back so others can see it through the back window

The tech side of things is definitely a bonus, phones are just convenient and there’s so much media (films, music) you can never get bored

You’ve been to festivals together, fringe all the way

Undertaker teleported you to the front when your favourite band came on; it was the best thing

He even hoisted you up on his shoulders at one point and when you waved at the lead singer, they waved back

You have a collection of memorabilia from all of them, not to mention all the concerts you’ve been to together

You have literally hundreds of photo albums, dating right back to when cameras were first invented

At the time, nobody could work out how you got a camera either

Undertaking itself hasn’t changed that much over the years of course and the mortician still lives and works in the same place as he always has

You asked him about it once

He said he’d been there so long by now that he couldn’t imagine going anywhere else, wouldn’t even know where to start

He asked you to move in not too long ago and given how much time you already spent at his place, you agreed

You spent your first night there wrapped firmly in the mortician’s arms, laying on his chest rather than a pillow and held securely under his covers

You were curled around each other with as much contact as you could muster and got all the better night’s sleep for it

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