#caught some halloween mood today

[haykawas]

✩•̩̩͙*˚ TUESDAY – GETO SUGURU.

summary : you have five days to ask your hot tattooed boss out. better make it count.

word count : 3.6K. tags : tattoo shop owner!suguru, modern au, pining, workplace AU, fem!reader, very domestic, fluff (?), satoru being annoying.

MONDAY – TUESDAY

It was still very early in the morning. Just a few cars were driving by, and most of the curtains were still drawn. The only sounds you could hear came from the soft pitter-patter of the rain crashing against the pavement.

You wiped a droplet that had caught on your eyelash, inhaling the fresh air of October.

You loved fall.

Vivid colors were beginning to paint the trees and foliage everywhere, and people had already started decorating their houses for Halloween, setting the mood for the whole city. Another advantage was that almost every morning, you got to warm your cold hands around some hot cocoa.

You grinned as you took a sip of your drink, the warm beverage burning your throat, and you let out a pleased hum of satisfaction at the feeling. Your umbrella shielded you from the rain almost entirely, even though a few drops still managed to reach you. But you didn’t mind that, at all. In fact, it soothed you. So much, that you could feel your eyelids becoming heavy.

You shook your head to wake up from your daze. Today, you actually had some work waiting for you at the shop, and you couldn’t afford to fall behind it, or become distracted. At all. Be it by the soothing sounds of the rain, or by your stupidly handsome boss and coworker.

You pushed the door of the shop open, shaking your umbrella before putting it down to dry. You expected to find the parlor still dark and quiet, but you were surprised by the sight when your eyes caught onto Satoru.

Satoru. Here. Before you.

You had to be dreaming.

It wasn’t that Satoru was a heavy sleeper, no. In fact, he was actually often – always? – up very early, but he absolutely never arrived before you did. Despite being an early riser, he almost came to work late every morning for some reason, and you simply blamed the fact he’d always been peculiar as far as you’d known him. That or maybe he’d gotten involved into some shady operations, but again, it was none of your business.

It must’ve helped that he was the most talented tattoo artist you’d ever met – the best of his generation, you’d often heard people say. And Suguru’s best friend, too. 

As you approached him, you couldn’t suppress the smirk that crept onto your lips, “Gojo Satoru, here already? Thought I was seeing a ghost. Did you get lost on your way to your secret underground lair?”

Satoru laughed, wiggling his brows at you, “You wish I’d tell you, uh?” You couldn’t help but snort.

“Yeah, right, just wanted to know what you were up to. You think because you’re friends with the boss you get to slack off, loser?”

Satoru feigned indignation, one hand hovering over his heart, “I’ll have you know I’m a very busy man!”

“And to what do I owe the please of your company then, Mister busy man?” You said, trying to keep yourself from laughing at his face.

“Does there always have to be a reason?” He lifted a brow, hands on his hips.

“So?”

“Suguru asked me.” He grumbled as your smile grew even bigger. “But I won’t be around all day, just came in earlier to get more work done.”

“Oh?” Your eyes found his, curious, “Any reason why?”

“He needs some help with personal stuff, I think? So I’m dropping by. And since he won’t be coming in to work today, I volunteered to take in his shift. Aren’t I just perfect?”

“He didn’t give you a choice, did he?”

“Nope!”  Your friend exclaimed, and you watched him walk away to prepare the shop for opening.

However, your smile quickly faded and you found yourself lost in thought. Was there a particular reason why Suguru wouldn’t show up at work today? You observed your friend for a moment, a faint smile on your lips as you saw him struggling to set up all the work equipment for the day, wondering if you would even dare ask him about his best friend’s whereabouts.

Of course, such a question wouldn’t have been abnormal at all if you’d asked literally anyone else. But this was Satoru. The same Satoru that had always teased you relentlessly about your love life since you’d met in college. The very same Satoru who’d caught you, not so long ago, daydreaming while intently looking at his best friend. You remembered it like it was yesterday, the knowing smile he’d made when your eyes had met after you had averted your gaze from Suguru.

And since then, it’d been hell. He just wouldn’t let it go. While he hadn’t addressed the matter directly with you, he’d been dropping constant hints, which you’d vehemently denied.

But this had been your mistake, denying it. Because even if carefree, Satoru was far from stupid, and he must have realized that you’d never gone to such lengths to deny a supposed crush before.

And yet, he’d teased you more than once, and not only with your former college aquaintances, but also with Choso, your coworker – the same Choso you’d always considered like your own brother, the mere thought of the two of you together making you uneasy.

He must have felt your persistent glare on him, because Satoru stopped what he’d been doing and turned to you, hands on his hips.

“Spit it out, I know you’ve been dying to ask.” He said, breaking the silence.

Your eyes widened, and you felt your cheeks burn. Why did he have to be so observant? You sighed, breaking eye contact, unable to withstand his piercing blue gaze. He knew you far too well now, so much that it had become dangerous.

“You know, secrets have a way of gnawing at you and you’ve never been good at hiding things from me! So,” He dragged out, slowly approaching you, “what’s up?”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re making a big deal out of nothing, again. Just thinking about Suguru, he usually, like, never misses a day.” You immediately cursed at yourself for saying it that way, and admitting you were literally thinking about your boss, his best friend.

“Ohhh, so that’s what it was about?” He replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief, but he made absolutely no comment. Well, that was new. And concerning.

He shrugged, “He didn’t tell me much.”

“But if you’re that curious, I’m heading to his place right after my shift. Sooo,” He dragged out, feigning nonchalance, but side-eyeing you at the same time. “You could tag along.”

You blinked at the proposal. You? At Suguru’s house, uninvited? When you could be home relaxing instead of freaking out for intruding on his private space? Yeah, sure, like you would agree. However, before you could voice your refusal, Satoru beat you to it.

“He could use your help.”

Oh. Oh, that fucker knew how to play his cards just right.

“Fine, I’ll go.” And before Satoru could jump on you to choke you with one of his infamous bear hugs – they were more like headlocks, really –, you lifted a finger to add one condition, “But only if I don’t fall behind on my appointments!”

Satoru rolled his eyes, waving you off, “Sure, yeah, whatever you say!”

You now stood in front of Suguru’s apartment, cursing the day you’d decided to befriend the white-haired menace that was your friend.

You considered going back, but the door opened before you had the chance to say a single word, revealing a very disheveled Suguru. Your mouth fell open in surprise, eyes briefly meeting Suguru’s dark orbs before he redirected them towards his friend, who was already whining, making comments about him being some kind of sorcerer, because how could he possibly have known they’d be here?

“You stomp like crazy, man. I’d have to be deaf not to know.” He grumbled. Satoru stuck his tongue out at him, showing no signs of remorse, and Suguru flipped him off.

“Hey, manners! I brought a guest!” He exclaimed, his arms still around your shoulders as he squeezed you against him to make your presence known. 

Suguru immediately redirected his attention toward you, his scowl transforming into a small knowing smile.

“I can see that.” His eyes lingered on you, before he redirected his attention to Satoru, “And to what do I owe the honor?”

His friend groaned in annoyance, “Quit the formalities and just let us in!” He said, immediately pushing Suguru aside to barge into his flat. “Don’t you know letting guests wait outside is rude?”

“You’re not a guest. Who called you in, already?”

“You did! Shoko told me you also wanted me to bring you stuff. And because I’m such an amazing friend, I’m here! There,” Satoru tossed him the folders he’d brought from work, Suguru catching them effortlessly.

He sighed, figuring out the issue. “I specifically asked Shoko to do it because I knew for a fact you were gonna come here and give me a headache.”

The white-haired man lifted his hands in surrender, “Promise I’ll be on my best behavior!” Before disappearing into his friend’s house.

You silently cursed at your friend for leaving you there alone with his best friend, especially so when you turned your head towards him only to find him already eyeing you up with a slightly amused smirk, enjoying your slight – and very noticeable – discomfort.

“You wanna come in?” He asked as he made space for you. You nodded and stepped into the apartment, brushing against Suguru who still lingered in the doorway.

You observed his place, eyes going over his wooden furniture, and found yourself pleasantly surprised by the warmth it seemed to exude. It was certainly very different from the modern and somewhat cold feel of Satoru’s apartment, which you’d visited several times before.

“You like it?”

“I do, it’s very…warm. And personal.”

He laughed deeply, “I do spend most of my time here, and Satoru’s there very often. It had to be.”

You hummed, smiling at him in understanding.

“So what made you skip work today, boss?” You lift a brow with a teasing smile, finally asking the million-dollar question.

“Ah, please don’t remind me. I keep thinking about the things I’m gonna have to take care of when I get back.” He sighed. “But I’ve been feeling sick since last night, figured I’d stay home like a recluse instead of contaminating you all.”

“Well, until you two showed up.”

“Hey! I had to, Satoru practically dragged me here!” You exclaimed, and he snorted at your apparent distress, not thinking for a second that you’d just lied to his face. Satoru had asked you once, and you’d said yes. He didn’t even have to convince you. 

“I know how he can be, I’m not blaming you!” He chuckled fondly, envisioning perfectly how Satoru must have dragged you here against your will like he’d always done with him.

“But just so you know,” He continued, “you don’t have to go all this way for me because I’m your boss, hm? They’re gonna think I’m taking advantage of you outside your hours.” He teased with a grin, and you had to advert your eyes from the blinding sight that he was.

“It’s not like that, really. You’re a friend of Satoru’s, so you’re not just my boss.” You said without thinking, and Suguru hummed in approval. “Besides, I figured you’d need some help with stuff. And I’m not sure Satoru’s the one for the task. Where the hell did he go?” 

“Help?” He cocked his head, as he thought about it, ignoring your question. He knew where his best friend was, either sleeping or rummaging through his games and making a mess in his bedroom, as usual. It must have looked innocent to some, but the dark-haired man knew his friend had been up to something, for the past few days. And he had to find out what it was.

“Well, now that you’re asking, I was just about to start on dinner before you two barged in. Care to help out?”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across Suguru’s cozy kitchen, you found yourself standing beside him, listening to his voice as he gave you advice on how he liked to prep his ingredients. 

“So, what’s on the menu tonight, Chef?” You joked, trying to break the tension that seemed to hang in the air. You two weren’t used to be alone without Satoru as an intermediary, and it couldn’t be more obvious.

Suguru cleared his throat, his voice deeper than usual, slightly hoarse from the sickness. “Hm, was thinking of making my famous stir-fry,” he replied, “can you gather the ingredients?”

“Yes, Chef!” You grinned, and he chuckled at your enthusiasm. He leaned against the counter, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you bustling about, gathering all the utensils you’d need to make dinner. You quickly turned to ask him where he kept the rice, and caught him following your every move, his eyes half-lidded. You heart skipped a beat, and you immediately turned back around, forgetting what you were about to ask him.

He was sick. You had to get it back together.

Shaking your head, you opened the cupboard to grab the salt, but sighed when your eyes found it, perched on the cabinet’s top shelf. You tiptoed, convinced you could retrieve it on your own, but the cabinet was strangely positioned in a rather elevated spot.

“Here.” Suguru’s sweet and deep voice suddenly reached your ears, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck. You could feel his solid body against yours as he stretched to grab what you’d been trying to, and you swore you could feel his abs pressing against your back even through his loose-fitting shirt. His fingers brushed against yours as he took hold of the item.

As soon as he put it down on the counter, you smoothly pushed him away and put distance between the two of you, accusatively pointing at the cupboard.

“What the hell is it so high for anyway? Do you live with giants?” 

He laughed, “Well, in a way. Me and Satoru could be considered giants.”

“Right.” You shook your head, pushing yourself to get back to the task at hand to avoid thinking about what had just happened. Your hands began chopping the vegetables, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board filling the room. 

The scent of garlic and ginger filled the kitchen, and you smiled as you inhaled the pleasant scent. You couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Suguru, and you wish you hadn’t. He seemed lost in thought, his dark hair was slightly tousled, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, a combination of his illness and the warmth of the kitchen. 

The man sighed as his hair got in the way yet again. He hadn’t found the time to trim it recently, and it had gotten quite long.

He paused for a moment, rinsing his hands before his fingers deftly started to gather his long dark hair. With a practiced grace that was so common with him, he pulled his hair back, securing it in a loose and messy ponytail. He sighed in annoyance as some strands were too short to be kept in place, blowing air to get them out of his eyes. His eyes found yours as he seemed to notice your sudden silence, strands of silky hair framing his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his jaw and elegant curve of his neck.

He gave you a shy smile, surprised you’d caught him in what had strangely felt like such an intimate moment to witness, and averted his eyes to the rice that’d been fizzling in the frying pan. After hard work came comfort, and you both sat down to savor the delicious meal you’d prepared – well, Suguru had done most of it, you’d mainly chopped the vegetables and fetched the ingredients, really –.

Suguru watched you intently as he waited for you to taste his famous dish. His eyes crinkled in amusement and he couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh as you let out an involuntary moan of pleasure at the taste.

“This is fucking incredible, Suguru!” You managed to say between bites, cheeks full, “I can’t believe how good this tastes! Why the hell didn’t I know how good of a cook you were?” You exclaimed.

His lips curled into a proud smile at your praise, “Glad you like it. I wasn’t always that good, you know? I used to burn pasta.”

“Pasta?” You deadpaned, eyes wide. “How come you’re so good, then?”

He grinned, “Had to fend for myself since I was very young. Practice makes perfect, right?”

Oh. Your heart ached as you considered the implications of his words. At the end of the day, you didn’t know that much about him, and the fact he might have had a difficult childhood would have never crossed your mind if he hadn’t made allusions to it. You nodded, not really knowing what to respond, but not really keen on delving deeper into the issue.

You weren’t close, there was no need for him to tell you about his past struggles when you were only sharing a meal.

You proceeded to talk about your respective days, you telling him about the peculiar clients that had come in today, and him intently listening to you for the most part. He’d also told you about the documents Satoru had brought him, which you’d been curious about, and happened to be sketches he’d started and wanted to touch up before tomorrow morning.

You smiled as you watched him talk, nodding slightly whenever he would speak about something that demanded an immediate reaction. You couldn't believe how comfortable you'd gotten with him. Sure, there were still moments where you felt embarrassed, after all, he was a new acquaintance you still hadn't gotten used to. However, he had this talent that was so unbelievably his, the skill to put anyone at ease with just a few words.

He might have looked intimidating to a lot of people, with his fully tattooed arms, many piercings and dark eyes, but this image of him completely crumbled the moment he opened his mouth. He was a smooth talker, luring people in and charming them effortlessly.

And you couldn’t deny it. The fact Suguru wasn’t only a skilled chef, but also a vision of breathtaking allure. And you wondered how someone like this could ever reciprocate the feelings you harbored deep inside.

After the meal, you moved to the living room, settling onto the sofa. The warmth from the kitchen and the contented feeling brought by the dinner you two had just had enveloped you as you continued your conversation. 

As he talked, you couldn’t help but notice a few strands of Suguru’s long hair escaping from his ponytail, falling gracefully across his forehead.

You spoke up, feeling brave, “You know,” he immediately gave you his undivided attention, and you felt slightly shy under his gaze, “If you’re finding your hair bothersome, I could help you with it. Maybe trim it a bit?”

“Oh.” He said, voice tinged with surprise at your question, and at the fact you’d noticed his annoyance. “You’d do that?” 

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.” You approached him on your knees so you could get a good look at him, skimming your fingers through the strands of dark hair framing his face, as you thought about how you could arrange it, “I’m used to your type of hair, shouldn’t be too difficult.”

The man cleared his throat, turning his head to the side to avoid your gaze, “Alright, well, I’ll consider it and let you know then. Thanks.”

You nodded, but then your brows furrowed and you bolted from your seat, “Be right back!”

He saw you leave for the bathroom, lips parted in confusion. When you reappeared with a wet towel and a sheepish smile, he couldn’t stop but let out a snort as he understood what you’d been up to.

“Hey, don’t laugh! I know I’m a guest but you’re still sick.” You rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance, but the amused smile on your lips was betraying you. “Your cheeks are so red, I can’t believe I just noticed.” Then, you proceeded to delicately cover his forehead with the cold towel, making sure you weren’t covering his eyes. You observed his features up close, and you noticed that he was struggling to stay awake, his long lashes fluttering with exhaustion.

 “You should lie down a bit.” 

Suguru was about to protest, but a yawn escaped him, resigning him to accept his fate and lie down for a while. “Just a minute, alright? Then I’ll walk you back home.” You nodded, knowing you had to go home very soon, the fact you'd stayed more than a few minutes at your boss's house already shocking to you.

bonus –

Your eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, you were disoriented. The soft glow of the morning sun was beginning to filter through the curtains, but you weren’t on your bed. And as your senses slowly returned, you realized you were not alone.

Panic welled up inside of you as everything came rushing back to you when you took in the sight of Suguru sleeping beside you, his messy hair out of the ponytail he’d put them in a few hours ago, the string lost somewhere on the ground, while his limbs were sprawled out on the couch. His soft snore was making his chest rise and fall, his shirt rising up to his middle.

You didn’t have time for that. 

You bit your lip, searching for your phone in a hurry, making sure you weren’t making any noise in fear the man would somehow wake up, silently freaking out as the situation dawned on you. 

you where the fuck r u ???

satoru i’m home?? where r u

you .

satoru oh fuck DONT TELL ME oh my god

you  …

you why didnt you wake me up when you went home . wth satoru

satoru oh man that’s rich im telling shoko right now

you do it and i’ll kill you

satoru too late

satoru by the way i actually didn’t wake you up cuz sugu’s an insomniac never does whole nights so thx!<3

AN : I SAID LET THEM COOKKKKK ok back to the topic. god. this was twice as long as the first piece of this series (and i actually kinda struggled with this one? i'll have you know i'm a master at writing angst but fluff isn't really my forte - if you can call this fluff). kinda sweet suguru here cuz he's sick and all (and i couldnt already rush things), but expect him back on his feet and SMUG as hell in the next pieces ;) sooo yeah, hope yall liked it! also, not proofread yet, i'll come around to fix mistakes but it's 1:40 am here and i have class tomorrow so goodnight

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[cece693]

Sorry (Michael Myers x Male! Reader)

I couldn't help myself. Something about the Halloween franchise just appeals to me. So I wrote another fanfic about the bogeyman himself. It's not my best work but I just wanted to post something quick for you guys. Question: should I write more mature scenes?

Summary: You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen. And how can you stay mad at your boyfriend after he tries to make it up to you?

You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen, and today was one of those times when Michael let his anger out on you. After another failed attempt at bringing back Laurie for a much-needed family reunion, Michael was in a bad mood. You sensed it immediately: his mask still on, knife gripped tightly in his large hand, angry little huffs escaping his lips. You made sure to stay out of his way. Yes, you were his boyfriend, and he loved you (even if he never explicitly said it), but you knew his boundaries. Times like these only reminded you of how lucky you were to have caught the interest of said killer. Standing up from the couch, you slowly made your way towards his, arms in front of you to make Michael see you meant no harm.

"Mikey." you softly whispered, using his nickname to try and soothe some of his anger. "Why don't we—" but before you could finish, your boyfriend suddenly flung you to the left, causing you to hit the wall. Pain surged through your body, and you gasped as the air was knocked out of your lungs.

"Michael." you wheezed, yet your boyfriend seemed relentless. Stomping towards your fallen form, he picked you up by the neck, his hands closing in with an iron grip, choking the life out of you. Panic set in as you scratched desperately at his hands, your vision blurring.

You looked into your boyfriend's eyes, desperately searching for any hint of recognition or humanity. Yet, at that moment, his gaze held nothing but an abyss of emptiness. The final moments of awareness slipped away as the world around you faded into darkness, suspending you in a nightmarish void.

When M/N's body stopped moving, Michael suddenly snapped back to his senses. His eyes widened with terror as he gazed at your unconscious form sprawled on the ground. The realization of what he had just done hit him like a tidal wave, and he recoiled in horror.

He fell to his knees beside you, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch your still form as if to assure himself that you were still there. You were thankfully still breathing, but Michael couldn't believe he'd unleashed his anger on you of all people. Easily picking you up, Michael set you gingerly on the sofa and began to grab all the materials needed for when you awakened.

You didn't know how much time had passed since you fell unconscious, but the first thing you did notice was that you were now on the couch. Pain throbbed at the back of your head, and as you instinctively reached to touch the area, a hand shot out and stopped you.

Michael.

He was on the floor, on both knees, with his mask gone. "Mikey," you uttered softly, your voice trembling with emotion. As you sat up, your hands moved hesitantly towards his face. With gentle fingers, you brushed aside the shaggy strands of blonde hair that obscured your boyfriend's features, revealing those eyes you loved so deeply.

In the depths of his gaze, you saw a kaleidoscope of emotions—pain, regret, and a flicker of hope amidst the darkness.

"sorry."

Your eyes widened upon hearing Michael's voice. Broken, hoarse, and quiet yet they carried a weight that reverberated through the room. With a soft smile playing on your lips, you closed the remaining distance between you and Michael.

#x male reader #male reader #halloween 1978 #hallloween #michael myers x male reader #michael myers #laurie strode #slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher movies

[ao3komorii]

On the Hunt (Astarion/Reader)

Happy Halloween! I want to write something for Raphael eventually, but here's a shorter Astarion thing for now. Hope you enjoy the story :)

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You had gotten very good at detecting when the light left his eyes.

It happened a lot less after Cazador had been felled, but often when Astarion had little else to focus on, his red eyes travelled back in time, back to his own world of pain and loss and hopelessness.

It didn’t help that with all that he had gained, he had lost the sun, left to see the light only from afar, his memories of its warmth nowhere near enough.

You had happily joined him in the night as you set out to cure him of his condition, but like anyone, Astarion still had bad days.

You had figured it was going to be a less good day when you had woken up in the middle of the day, your body sensing the absence of his next to yours. Drowsily opening your eyes, you easily spotted your silver-haired partner sitting at the edge of the bed, staring silently at a rectangle of light shining through a small slit between the curtains you had closed when you had first entered the room at the inn, as you always did.

You closed your eyes again, allowing Astarion his moment, knowing that you fussing over him every time would only make things worse. Instead, as you allowed yourself to fall back to sleep, you decided to do something to make tonight as exciting as you could to help give the vampire an escape from his losses.

When you woke next, Astarion was next to you in bed, his meditative pose telling you he was actually asleep. You stared at his peaceful resting face for a long moment before turning your focus to those still-closed curtains, the shade of the barely-visible sliver of light telling you that it was at least midday.

Setting about your pseudo-morning routine, you began to brainstorm a solid plan to distract Astarion from his ongoing plight.

He was likely starving for blood, you knew that much. Without a power-hungry cult looming constantly over your heads, there were much less fights to be had in cities that didn’t result in legal consequences, and you could only safely let him feed from you so often without risking your health. And without Withers around, you couldn’t risk your life quite as stupidly as you had before.

But it had been over a week since Astarion had last had your blood, and you had been considering finding a bandit camp or seeking out some wild animals just to get his mood up when an idea struck you.

It was perhaps a bit sooner than the two-week timeline you had both agreed on between larger blood donations, but you found yourself ensorcelled by the idea of putting on a little hunt for him, just with you as the prey this time. A little test of his instincts as it were, keeping your real reasoning close to your chest, not wanting him to think you were pitying him. And what was a little anemia if it was in the name of cheering up your beloved?

You were sitting at the small wooden desk in the room, itemizing your carefully-hoarded spell scrolls when Astarion came out of his trance, leaning down beside you before you realized he was even awake.

“You’re up early,” he remarked curiously, and you froze up in surprise, doing your best not to look like you had been caught in the act, casually reaching to hide your scroll of disguise self under a more conspicuous hypnotic pattern. “Now what could be so important that you decided to deprive me the pleasure of waking up next to my love?”

You shuffled your scrolls and maps into a messy pile, aware of how his sharp gaze followed the action with suspicion.

Turning from your papers to meet his eyes, you did your best to look innocuous. “I was thinking we could do something different today.”

“Oh?” Astarion’s face lit up with intrigue. “And here I thought I’d be in for yet another day of rifling through dusty old tomes written by dusty old men who haven’t even met a vampire, let alone possessed any useful information about one.”

You let out a huff of laughter, equally aware of the bad information streak you had been on for the last month, the most useful information coming from a thoroughly depraved romantic vampire novel that Astarion had found significantly too much enjoyment in reading out to you whenever he had gotten bored of reading whatever vampiric history tome he had discarded when its contents proved valueless.

“I was thinking–”

It was probably to your benefit that Astarion leaned in to kiss you, cutting off the sentence you hadn’t quite figured out how to phrase. The kiss was chaste, the smug vampire pulling back with a smirk, clearly enjoying having caught you off guard.

“You were saying, love?” he teased lowly, and you willed yourself not to fall for his distractions like you usually did.

“I was thinking we could go on a hunt today,” you said at last, Astarion raising an eyebrow in response.

“You know I always relish the chance for some meaningless violence, but why all of a sudden?” he asked, always way too perceptive for your own good. “What’s the hunt? It had better not be another cluster of ooze. It took me far too long to remove their slobber from my weapons the last time I had the misfortune of stabbing one.”

“No, no ooze,” you dismissed with a laugh. It wasn’t like you had wanted to do that job either, but it had gotten you the funds to pay for your last three inn stays. Summoning up your courage, you tried your best to not look as embarrassed as you felt. “I was thinking this time you could hunt… me.”

Astarion’s eyes glinted noticeably as he leaned in towards you, a hand resting on either armrest of your chair, his arms caging you in. “Am I to take this as a request of a more carnal nature? Because I am very willing to oblige.”

His voice was dripping with quiet ardor, the cheeky vampire using the tone he knew would lure you into bed with him every time, but not this time. You wanted something that would catch him off guard entirely, leaving no room in any part of his mind for his latent sadness to set in today. There would be plenty of time for sex later, once he had been fed.

“I was thinking more along bloodier lines,” you said, Astarion’s resulting frown at his seduction attempt failing more than a little cute. “I know we agreed to every two weeks, but I do have that vibrancy potion I’ve been saving.”

Astarion leaned back out of your space, looking quizzical, but not unhappy, so you took that as a sign to continue.

“Since this is a special occasion, I thought it might be fun to make you work for it,” you said with a conspiratorial smile. “Neither of us have been to this city before, so we’re on an even playing field. I was thinking if you can find me by sunrise, my blood is yours. As much as you want, since the effects of the vibrancy potion will last until then. If you can find me, that is.”

Astarion grinned wide, his pristine white fangs on full display. “Oh darling, I hadn’t taken you as someone who makes gambles they haven’t a hope of winning.”

You felt a flare of competition spark within you at his surety that he would win. Just because this was supposed to end with your blood on his teeth didn’t mean you were going to make this easy for him.

“If you’re so sure you’ll win, then maybe I’ll set off now and get a head start,” you shot back teasingly, reaching into your bag on the floor and downing the small vial of forest green vibrancy potion in one go before standing up, licking the last stray drop from the corner of your mouth to make sure the potion had maximum effectiveness.

Astarion’s eyes closed as he took a long inhale, which told you that the potion was indeed working as intended. When his eyes opened again, his pupils were blown wide, looking every bit the vampire ready for a hunt.

“Your blood smells even sweeter than the first time,” he spoke in a strained voice, posture so rigid he looked like he might snap if you moved an inch closer to him. “If I wasn’t such an honorable vampire, I’d already have you.”

Keeping any comments regarding his honor to yourself, you lifted your bag, sweeping the papers on the desk into it before slinging it over your shoulder, heading all the way to the door before turning your head back to face the shirtless, sleepy-haired vampire with a teasing smile.

“Good luck, Astarion,” you told him. Knowing how desperate for blood he had been the first time, he had to struggling even harder than he looked to be holding himself back right now.

“I don’t need luck,” he replied smoothly, sitting back down on the bed, hands fisting tightly onto the sheets. “There is nowhere you could hide where I can’t find you, my love.”

His sultry tone made you flush, and you quickly fled the room, knowing you had to go now before your willpower gave out.

Emerging onto bustling early evening streets, you knew that you had until the sun fell to find a place to hide. Making your way down the main street, you made sure to stop and chat up a perfume salesman, accepting a heavy dose of one of their floral samples in the hope that it would disguise the smell of your blood to the hungry vampire that would be on your trail within the hour. Your scent taken care of, now there was just the manner of your appearance.

Stopping by a busy clothing store, you stood before a long mirror in a deserted corner of the store, pulling out your disguise self scroll and getting to work.

You left the store a purple-skinned tiefling with long ruby-red hair, clad in a skimpy black dress with a long slit up the thigh, gold jewelry accenting your neck and illusory horns. If Astarion was looking for a disguise, you doubted he would think you would take on such a gaudy one, the stares of people as you passed telling you that you definitely looked the part of a lady of the night.

The sun had begun to fall as you walked the streets, intending on getting a decent distance away from the inn before finding somewhere to hole up when the dark set in. There was no doubt that Astarion would have the advantage in the dark, so you had to be as well-hidden as possible by then.

It felt too much like cheating to set up in a noisy tavern, though it wasn’t exactly like you had set any concrete rules before setting out, but still, you dismissed the fleeting idea. You wanted to make this hard for Astarion, not impossible. You didn’t often have enough gold for vibrancy potions anymore, so you wanted to make this one count, but Astarion would have to earn it first.

You had your momentary doubts that he would even agree to your proposal, given he had his moods sometimes, but his reaction had surpassed even your most hopeful expectations. You knew he wouldn’t be holding back, and you would hate yourself if you didn’t at least put up a fight.

You stopped to feign interest in a group of dragonborn musicians playing in a park as you considered your options further. You could cast a hypnotic pattern and pretend to be captivated by it as well? But you couldn’t sustain that one for long, and there was no telling when Astarion would pass by here. You could blur yourself, but that was likely to end up attracting his attention rather than evading it.

Lost in your thoughts, you took altogether too long to realize the passing of time, coming to the sudden realization that the sun was now just the tiniest sliver in the horizon. Astarion was definitely out by now, who knows for how long while you were zoning out.

You followed the crowd’s lead, clapping for the performers as you took subtle glances around you, not seeing any silver hair in the area. Still, you had wasted too much time here. You needed to move.

With most people in the park distracted by the performance, you were easily able to misty step your way across the park, exiting into what looked to be a district of… lesser repute. Here, there were women and men dressed in less than you were, hanging outside gaudy establishments and trying to draw customers in. You were just passing by a gnome and a scantily-clad human making out so loudly that you briefly wondered if either of them had ever kissed anyone now before when you ran into an issue.

“Haven’t seen yer sweet ass ‘round here before,” a male voice slurred, a large half-orc stepping into your view, or rather completely blocking it with his bulk.

“Excuse me,” you spoke flatly, immediately on guard. You moved to walk around him, but this only seemed to egg him on, as he moved in turn to step to the side and continue blocking your way.

“Ain’t no tieflings at tha bars, not anymore,” he spoke angrily, waving his arms wildly around as he talked, large axe glinting from its place on his back. “It ain’t the same when those other broads ain’t got no horns to grab while I plow ‘em!”

You could easily discern the reason why tiefling women seemed to become scarce around him, regretting that your choice of disguise had now led to this unexpected issue. You wouldn’t want to talk to this creep on a normal day, but you really didn’t have time now. You weren’t sure if your ego would survive being caught by Astarion less than an hour after the hunt had begun.

While you were confident that your disguise was flawless, the half-orc was being so loud that you would catch anyone’s attention right now. Looking around, you noticed the eyes of many of the seedy crowd were on you, but as expected, nobody was stepping in to help you, clearly wary of attracting the wrath of the drunk brute.

Sighing internally, you resolved to yourself to give this guy one more chance to leave you alone before you made him. What a mess you had managed to find yourself in.

“I’m not interested,” you said, not intimidated in the slightest by the half-orc who was at least a head taller than you. “I’m asking you nicely to walk away.”

The half-orc scoffed loudly, making a show of looking around, the onlookers all averting their gazes, not wanting to be involved, their eyes shifting back to you when the brute finished his overdramatic display before turning back to you with a cocked brow.

“Well I don’t see no man here ta claim ya,” he boasted loudly. “And Barorth don’t recognize no other claims on the womens he wants anyway!”

He would probably have been luckier if Astarion was here, the snarky vampire possibly content to mock the half-orc without him realizing rather than what you were going to do to him if he didn’t leave you alone.

“Not interested,” you repeated flatly, deathly intent plain in your voice, at least plain to anyone but this moron, who instead reached out to take one of your arms in his grasp.

“‘Nuff talkin’,” he grunted, hand clamping down on your arm. “Those tits are just–”

The second he touched you, you blinked, immediately activating eyebite, your eyes turning into teeth-ringed pools of black.

“Go,” you snarled at the half-orc, his grip falling from your arm instantly, an all-too-loud guttural groan leaving his mouth before he turned and ran. You didn’t dismiss eyebite until he was out of sight, glaring after him the entire way.

Taking a breath to calm yourself down, you blinked and your regular eyes returned. How much time had you wasted on that moron? He was lucky all you did was traumatize him, the brute likely to have suffered a much worse fate if it was Lae’zel he was hitting on. Hopefully he would leave any real tieflings alone after your little display.

Frustrated, you moved to the less busy side of the street, ignoring the people there who now stared at you in shock. You were far enough from Baldur’s Gate that very few people would recognize you even if you had your real appearance, but there was definitely going to be gossip spreading now about the tiefling escort that sent a half-orc running away with just a look.

And then you were striding past an alleyway, intent on figuring out your next move, when a hand darted out, clasping firmly around your wrist and pulling you into the alleyway, finding yourself quickly pinned to the stone wall by your assailant’s body.

Amused red eyes stared down at you, Astarion running one hand down your side to rest on your hip. “One hour and you’re already finding your way into trouble without me. Darling, I’m hurt.”

You knew he had you, despite your feigned appearance, but your pride wouldn’t allow you to give in so easily.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sniffed with very false confidence. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to–”

“Spare me,” he dismissed. “Did you really think you could hide from me in plain sight when I know your scent, your taste so… intimately?”

You wanted to protest further, but any words you were going to say turned into a pleased sigh as Astarion leaned in to kiss at your neck.

“You do make a rather fetching tiefling, my love, but I do think I prefer the you that I wake up next to every morning,” he spoke against your neck.

You smiled despite yourself, finally giving in and allowing the disguise to drop, Astarion holding you to him tighter in response, but his fangs still hadn’t made their way into your neck. The smell of your blood had to have been driving him crazy, he had said as much earlier, so then why hadn’t he claimed his reward yet?

“You win,” you conceded, unable to stay mad with your beloved so close to you, even in the dingy alleyway whose prior inhabitants had likely been either a murder or a messy hookup. “My blood is yours.”

At your words, Astarion pulled back from your neck entirely, further confusing you. Noticing your questioning look, he gestured out to the street, where some onlookers were barely visible, but their attention at least seemed to be on their own business now.

“I won’t be playing the part of the heinous vampire attacking the fair maiden and risking some do-gooder rushing to your rescue with a stake meant for my heart,” he explained disdainfully. “No, I think my prize would be better savored in a more private location.”

You could still see just how bad his hunger was getting to him, so it was obvious that you weren’t making it back to the inn. Looking out over his shoulder, you spotted a private enough looking rooftop several stories above some seedy-looking bar, placing your hand on Astarion’s arm as you summoned a dimension door.

“Good enough?” you asked, drawing Astarion’s gaze to the matching door waiting on the roof.

“Not quite the caliber of the Blushing Mermaid, but I can hardly be choosey when it means I get more of your delectable blood,” he answered.

That was as much of a yes as you figured you were getting out of him, and so you activated the door and found yourselves instantly transported to the actually-not-too-bad-looking rooftop.

It was barren, but clean. Seemed like nobody really came up here, as all that was on the roof were a couple ratty-looking chairs and a large rug that looked like it would be worth some money if it weren’t for a large stain on one corner that was either blood or red wine.

Stepping away before Astarion could get too carried away, you rummaged quickly through your bag, pulling out one of the many arcane lock scrolls you knew to keep on hand for situations like this, sealing the door so you wouldn’t be interrupted. Job done, you went to turn back around, not wanting to keep the vampire waiting.

“Well, I think we’re—”

Astarion was way closer than you expected, having silently closed the gap between you while your back was turned.

Shaking off your momentary surprise, you smiled at him, turning your head and pulling your hair back so your neck was left bared for him to drink from. So you were caught off guard when he instead backed you up against the door, caging you in with his body and catching your mouth with his own.

While you were confused, you weren’t opposed, your eyes sliding closed and arms coming up to rest against his chest, the gentle buzzing of the magical lock against your back all but forgotten at the things Astarion’s tongue was doing to your own.

You were having a hard time telling if he was actually this turned on, or if he had just turned his switch on, as much as you had tried to break him of the habit of feeling like he had to perform sexually if he wasn’t feeling it. Recognizing you should probably make that discernment now, you pulled back from the kiss, Astarion’s lips shifting to kiss at your neck.

“It’s okay if this is just for blood,” you spoke, trying to keep your voice steady despite Astarion suckling on a particularly sensitive spot. “You don’t owe me anything for my blood if you don’t want to.”

Astarion pulled back from your neck at last, no bites taken, instead reaching a hand down to take your leg in his grasp, pulling it around one hip and using the opportunity to grind his clearly hard cock into you, the resulting feeling fluttering your lashes as you tried desperately to focus on the seriousness you were trying to inject into the moment.

Astarion saw your serious expression and only smiled, a small little smile so unlike the openly flirtatious ones he used to send your way back when you had first explored each other’s bodies.

“Trust me darling, you mean far too much to me to ever treat you like you’re a favor to be traded in,” he spoke quietly, hips still rolling into yours as he spoke. “You’ve given me too much to ever be repaid. But no need to fret, my reasons for wanting your body now are just my own selfish lust.”

He didn’t need any words from you to know he had you, one broken moan at his hips rutting perfectly against yours enough of a response for him to return to your mouth, one hand sliding under your dress to press firmly on your clit as you kissed fervently, doing your best to keep up with his tongue as you felt warm enough for the both of you even on the chilly rooftop.

The greedy vampire could only go so long without claiming his reward, mouth moving to your neck the second he felt you getting close, sinking his teeth into you at last as he barraged your clit with attention, the twin sensations of blood loss and orgasm feeding off each other in beautiful harmony, Astarion prolonging your peak with his talented fingers as he drank from your neck until you laid boneless against him, panting above his head.

“I love you,” you breathed, Astarion breaking from your neck to return the sentiment with a bloodstained smile.

And then it was your turn, pulling him to your mouth and grinding up into him, the vampire’s own panting breaths loud against your mouth. Astarion moved his hips back into yours, his pace nothing like the practiced, even rhythm he’d had back when he was playing the part of what he had thought you would like. His groans now were entirely his body’s reaction to yours, and the thought burned deeply in your core.

Neither one of you content to keep things going with clothes still on, your hands moved to the clasp holding your flimsy dress together, while Astarion smoothly discarded his own pants, his hands then coming back to maneuver you onto your back on the non-stained section of the rooftop rug, your dress splayed out under you helping to guard against the slightly rough texture of the rug.

“This is a sight I will never tire of,” Astarion groaned, ripping his shirt up over his head, his underwear following and leaving him entirely bare to your wanting gaze.

He looked every bit the vampiric seductor in that horrible novel he liked to bother you with, red eyes and bloody mouth gleaming in the sparse light the rising moon provided.

You watched his expression spark with debauched pleasure as it was plainly obvious how wet you were as he practically peeled your underwear from you, one hand returning to work at your clit, his own cock looking so hard that it must hurt.

“Astarion, please,” you begged, reaching out for him, your lover effortlessly evading your grasp as he worked you closer and closer to orgasm.

“Not yet, my love,” he chided lowly, knowing you could do little to resist his efforts right now. “I rather enjoy getting you so worked up. I could spend hours listening to your pretty cries as I bring you over the edge again and again, but I suppose that potion is only good until sunup, and I am so hungry.”

“Then come here,” you prompted, already feeling clearheaded from the vibrancy potion rejuvenating your blood supply so quickly.

“How could I refuse?” he replied happily, slotting himself between your legs.

Wrapping your legs around his back, you pulled him down, the vampire smoothly lining his cock perfectly to hit deep inside you as you pulled his mouth to your neck.

“You are too perfect,” Astarion murmured against your neck before biting down.

You decided it was better for you to start strong while you still had the blood supply to energize you, using your legs around his hips to start a slow but deep rhythm. Astarion needed very little coaxing to keep up, one hand coming up to angle one of your legs higher, the resulting shift making you cry out as he started to hit against a spot inside you that only he had ever been able to find.

You had always prided yourself on being the talker of your little group, able to talk your way in or out of trouble when needed. But here, under the snarky vampire you had come to cherish more than anything, you were wordless, barely able to manage more than his name as Astarion moved his focus from your neck to thoroughly ruin you, blood-red smirk telling you he knew exactly what he was doing with every grind of his hips.

It took almost embarrassingly no time for you to finish again, Astarion’s keen senses picking up on it immediately without you having to say a word.

“I do so like to see you like this, darling,” he said, slowly his pace down as you came down from it. “So thoroughly ravaged that you couldn’t recite a spell if you tried.”

You knew that he wasn’t unaffected, the slow roll of his hips telling you that much, but you found yourself determined to exhaust him just as badly, a tall order for someone of his stamina, but you were going to try your best.

With as much grace as you could manage with legs that felt like jelly, you withdrew from under him, pushing him back so he was sitting back, staring at you with loving eyes more black than red as you climbed onto his lap, settling back down on his cock, intent on riding him until he lost himself.

Astarion’s hands quickly found the back fastenings of your bra, unhooking it with a satisfied growl and tossing the garment aside, allowing him access to lean down and lave kisses and bites across your chest as you continued to ride him hard.

You were slamming your hips into his now, running a hand through his hair, his increasingly loud groans of your name telling you that he was finally getting close. With a shuddered breath, his hands went down to your hips, holding you still against him as he came, teeth sinking into your neck once again in tandem.

You slowly stroked his hair, in no rush to free yourself from his embrace, even as you could feel stray droplets of blood running down your neck and onto your chest.

With a pleased sigh, Astarion’s hands went from your hips to around your back, pulling back from your neck to see you smiling at him, the sight sending him leaning forward to kiss you, his peaceful expression one you could look at forever and never get tired of.

“Here I was thinking all I had to thank that grotesque nautiloid for was my freedom,” he mused between kisses. “If it hadn’t found you too, I’d probably be dead, hunted by that gur and delivered to my death. Never thought I’d be so grateful to a damn illithid for plucking me off the street.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “This makes even the whole parasite insertion thing worth it, if I get to be here like this with you.”

“How sweet,” he huffed in response. “I however could have done without Gale’s lectures on morality. And Lae’zel’s snoring.”

“And the Withers lecture about how you were distracting me from my quest,” you added with a laugh, recalling the at-the-time awkward talk with the skeletal man the morning after you and Astarion had first slept together.

“I don’t know about that, my dear,” Astarion replied slyly. “You did seem a touch distracted after that first night. I recall you stepping on several fire mines that Shadowheart had warned us of not five minutes before. Hard to blame you though, I mean really, just look at me.”

“Having fun?” you sulked, pulling back from him to cross your arms across your chest, trying to appear annoyed but fully aware your point was not well made considering he was still inside of you.

Astarion didn’t let you get far, arms pulling you back in. “Not so fast, my love. As I recall, my reward was to last until sunrise, and I intend to reap it in full.”

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Not Strong Enough (Chap 5)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Jenna was visiting her mom in the hospital to drop off the food that will be eaten for the hospital party, but she met a resident surgeon and she thought "God forbid I ran into an accident, but I want her to open me and stitch me up." While the surgeon tries her best to keep her fan girling low-key.

Warning: curse words.

A/N: 5th chapter, thank you for waiting. I'll be using a different POV her, please tell me if this is better or no. Also, I think if I start using this POV, y'all need to be guessing what's inside of Jenna's (in the story) mind.

Masterlist

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 6

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Chap 5

"Hey, thanks for today, I really enjoyed the concert. See you around!"

You kept on reading the last text message that Jenna sent you after the concert. In the past few days, you are trying to keep your distance from the girl that you have been liking for some quite time now. After the concert, listening to the songs, it feels like you are having a revelation; you can't and you won't be the love of her life you thought.

So what you did was to be more productive than you are to stop yourself from thinking of the other girl and checking your phone. In the hospital when Jenna visits, you try to lessen your interaction and dismisses her telling that you are busy and needed in the surgery room. But one time, Jenna caught you seating in the chairs and watching a video on your phone. You didn't know that she'll go visit and unfortunately she asked around and asked what time is your break.

You were watching Melissa Barrera's 'Get To Bed With Me' YouTube video for Harper's Bazaar. "So, you are on a break, right?" You heard from your side and that got you surprised, it is Jenna's voice and you answered "Hey, I didn't know you were coming." and she chuckles and said "I came to surprise you, you were always on the go when I visit" she said and sat beside you.

You look at her whole figure intently, nothing has change, still the same chipped nail polish from the concert, same chuck taylors that she loves to wear, her headphone hanging around her neck, that necklace she wears sometimes when she is in the mood and a few rings.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry... there's a lot that's been going around here" you said with a sad smile and Jenna answered "No worries, I'm just glad I get to talk to you." and smiled at you.

Why does she need to smile like you are the softest thing that she have ever seen. "So, I just noticed, I mean I don't want to assume, because like, you know, it's not good, but I would like t you know, ask maybe, or like no, I've been meaning to tell you-" Jenna started to rumble but you held her hand and squeezed it and said "Hey you're rambling, it's ok breathe."

"Okay, I noticed that you are kinda ignoring me. You haven't replied to my message last last week, you have been ignoring me when I go here, I mean yes, we talk in facetime but you end it so quickly. I just... I miss you." Those words came out of Jenna's mouth.

She misses you. SHE MISSES YOU.

"Oh..." You started "I'm sorry if you feel like that, but I have been really really busy." You ended. But you feel like Jenna knows that you are lying to her.

"Sure, I mean, I'm sorry to bother you." Jenna said and went up to stand but you stopped her "Hey, please don't think that you're bothering me, that can never happen" and you smiled at her.

"Okay..." Jenna said and accepted your answer "So, do you have any plans for Halloween?" she asked and you answered "Yes, actually My friends and I are having a Halloween Party, just the four of us since we can't handle big events" and ended with a laugh.

"That sounds really nice, what are you dressing up?" Jenna asked you with such curiosity and you answered "Well, I'll be dressing up as Mavis from Hotel Transylvania."

Jenna took a mental note on that. The both of you heard a blaring sound and a voice said "Code Blue" and that alerted you.

"Hey, I'll be calling you, I am needed, duty calls." You said and kissed Jenna's cheeks and hugs her and you bolted out.

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"Y/N please stop walking around, please" Ava stated while you pace around the break room with you friends watching you like you were in a loop. Beatrice enters the room, kissed her wife and looked at you weirdly.

"What is happening here?" Bea asked and her wife answered, "Well your friend here kissed her little princess, IN THE CHEEK." Ava exaggerated the last words that made Bea chuckle and said "Wow, a kiss on the cheek made you like that, how about when you get to kiss her." and the wives made fun of you that made you stop from pacing.

"GUYS! This isn't even funny!" You said that made the both of them laugh even more, "Chill down Y/N, girl friends kiss each other in the cheek." Beatrice emphasize the space between girl and friends "And please calm your thoughts down, try to stay in the present and no overthink yeah." Beatrice added.

"Okay, sure sure, I will try" you sat beside them and drink your water.

"So are you ready for our Halloween Party?" Ava asked and you just nodded "Okay, I can't wait to see you in your costume."

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"TRICK OR TREAT" Those are the three words that the four of them hearing while they are having a dinner and playing monopoly.

"Damn, it's so late and there are kids outside." Ava stated as you went up and opened the door to give them candies and give them compliments for the effort that they did for their costume.

As you take your seat again "You can't blame them. I'd be walking the whole neighborhood just to get lots of candies" and rolled the dice, you moved your character that landed on boardwalk. You hollered and celebrated as you got the most expensive property in the game.

"That's not fair Y/N, you need to leave some property for us." Camila exclaimed while pouting like a little kid, "Oh stop it, you almost owned all of the land on the other side."

Beatrice gave you a house and the card for the boardwalk. Another knock on the door and a "Trick or Treat" can be heard, with a happy feeling, knowing that you'll be crashing Ava and Camila in the game, you happily get the bucket of candy and opened the door, and it stunned you.

Jenna was the one that is in front of the door, with her little cousins.

As you scanned her face, you could also see a surprised look, she probably doesn't assume that you will be the one opening the door and will be giving them the treats.

"Hey..." you said with the brightest smile, feeling like a fucking winner even if the game hasn't ended, but looking at Jenna with her orange long sleeve under a yellow jersey T-shirt, cargo shirt, and on her adidas rubber shoes. You intake in everything that is on her and she replied back with a smirk on her face "Hey back to you beautiful."

"Can I get my candies now?" You hear a littlw voice and you looked down and answered "Sure sweetie, here get anything you want" and almost gave all of the candies to Jenna's cousin.

"Whoa there, that's a lot for you miss." Jenna exclaimed seeing that you almost empty the candy bucket that you have.

"Didn't know you live around our block?" Jenna said and you answered "Oh no, this is not mine, this is actually where Ava and Beatrice lives" and scratched your head, "You wanna join our party?" you asked Jenna and she answered "Oh I would like to, but as you can see I'm tasked to bring the kids to trick or treat"

That made you sad because you won't be hanging with Jenna.

"But... I can come after we round the whole block if that's alright?" She asked and that made you smile and you answered "Sure, that's great" and you watched them walking away. The both of you shared a small wave.

As you went back to the table, you said to the group " I hope it's okay that I invited someone later?" and that made them look at you "It's just Jenna, so I hope you don't mind?"

"Wow, so now you got the guts to invite her huh? But yeah, it's okay for me, how about you my love?" Bea said and Ava nodded because her mouth is currently full with m&m.

"It's about damn time I get to meet her. I'll show her how I fucking nailed Wednesday's dance" Camila exclaimed and both you and Beatrice said "Please no."

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An hour passed and the four of you are just watching a horror film when the doorbell rang. When you opened the door, you saw Jenna standing with a wine on her hand.

"Hey you didn't need to bring something" you said and Jenna answered "I think it's good to impress your friends" and the both of you entered the living room that made the other three stare at you.

Beatrice paused the movie and Camila said "Wow, you got your whole costume planned huh?" and that made you look at her questionly.

You then scanned Jenna's costume, orange long sleeves under a yellow jersey T-Shirt, a cargo short, and a rubber shoes. That's where it clicked, SHE WAS DRESS AS JOHNNY, Mavis' husband.

"Surprise" Jenna said in a little voice and looked at you worriedly.

You bit your lips and said "Well good to see you husband." You kissed her cheeks again and pull her to the sofa to the spot where you were seated earlier and the movie continued.

"I hope it's okay" Jenna whispered and that made you look at her, you were so close to her face, the lights of the TV illuminated her face, and that just took your breath away.

"What do you mean?" You asked, a bit of perplexed on what she's asking. "I dressed up as Johnny" she said.

You thought, why would she feel sorry for dressing up as your husband, as Mavis' husband? Because what she just did for her costume, being in a couple costume with you, sent you heart beating impossibly fast that you fear it will just stop and Jenna will be seeing you body lying on the floor while your three friends are trying to perform a cpr on you.

"No worries, I kinda like how you played it off, it looks good on you." You said and if the lights were on, you will notice how the blush on Jenna's face creeps in. "You are beautiful as well Y/N" Jenna said.

"Can we please now watch" Camila said to the both of you because she is just literally seating close to the both of you, which made the both of you said your apologise quietly and sat comfortably beside each other.

The night went on, and the five of you finished two movies. Beatrice and Ava are now cleaning the living room while you clean the dining room which leaves Camila and Jenna in the living room.

Camila broke the silence and said "I really liked you on Wednesday." and that made Jenna smile and said a thank you, Camila then continued "You know, if I may, I can show you how I perfected the dance you did in the ball" Camila stands up in the middle of the living room and within a second you tackled Camila into the floor, not wanting to make Jenna feel uncomfortable since you have watched a lot of her interviews about the Wednesday dance and also you are concerned about your friend who can't really dance to save her life.

"WHAT THE FUCK Y/N" Camila exclaimed and pushed you off of her "I'm sorry, I just missed you" you answered while you are still lying on the floor.

Jenna went to you and helped you up "Are you okay?" she asked and you just nodded.

"That was not fair Y/N, I was about to show Jenna my dancing skills" Camila said with a pout on her lips, and that just made you giggle.

Jenna buts in and said "Maybe you can show me next time when we meet each other again."

But that just made your head shakes for a no, earning a few "no" that can be heard from Bea and Ava.

Finishing up and gathering your things, you said your goodbye to Ava, Bea, and Camila. Jenna by your side walking towards the street.

"Thanks for inviting me tonight" Jenna said kicking stones that got in her way.

You looked at her like a little kid, thinking it was fun to see her like this, enjoying herself and being young & free. "No problem, I love having you around and the girls have been wanting to meet you since they only got to greet you in the hospital" you said.

"Really? I'm glad to hear that. I also enjoyed spending time with them" She said.

Walking a few more streets and you were nearing Jenna's house. No small talks were made, only the noise of the neighborhood can be heard and your small hums.

Jenna the breaks the silence "I just noticed that you always invite me to do something while I just go and say yes."

"Well, I like hanging out with you" you answered, because it is true. You know for yourself that even if you don't have any feelings for Jenna, you would enjoy her company.

"How about if you come to our Family dinner next time, sounds good?" Jenna suggested and it surprised you. How come you got invited to a Family Dinner and that made you super shy because you will gonna be surrounded with Jenna's family and you were scared that they will not like you. But then you reminded yourself to calm down and live on the now.

"Uhmm sure, if that's okay with your family, I don't want to intrude" you answered and Jenna smiled and said "Oh trust me they would love you there, my mom was also planning in inviting you, she said you are like a daughter to her"

Wow, Natalie has plans on inviting you, that was the first time you heard that. You know that you and Natalie have this bond and you feel so treasured and loved, thinking that Natalie thought of you more like her daughter.

Stepping in front of the Ortega's front door, you and Jenna faced each other earning a sweet smile on both of your faces.

"Thank you for tonight" Jenna said.

That moment, this moment, you were so sure that you wanted to kiss Jenna, you are thinking, you have stopped yourself many times to not kiss her so maybe this is a good chance to let go and just kiss her. Live on the now, you think. Your heart beating loud and you try to block the negative thoughts.

So one of your hand went into Jenna's side, you were slowly leaning in, waiting for a movement from the other girl to pull away and you felt none, so you persisted and you felt that Jenna was also leaning in, placing her hands into your shoulder.

A flashing of lights and a honk is heard that broke you apart. The windows rolled down and you saw Jenna's dad waving, getting down the car and going towards the both of you.

"Hey girls, hope I'm not interrupting something?" said and hugged Jenna and looked at you.

You introduced yourself "Good evening Sir, I'M Y/N, Jenna's friend and Natalie's co-worker.' and stretched your hand to shake his hand which he did shake and exclaimed "So you are who's Jenna is talking about, huh?"

Jenna nudged her father "Dad, please stop" which made her father laugh and said "Well, if you are hungry you can go inside and dig in." and leave the both of you outside again.

You broke the silence and said "Well, I'm gonna go home" you take Jenna's hand and kissed the back of it, "Good night my husband" You said with a teasing smile referring to Jenna's costume and you started to walk down their front yard.

Jenna then said "Good night to you my wife, call me when you're home" and blow you a kiss which you catch and kept it in your pocket that made Jenna laugh.

And that maybe was the greatest Halloween that you could have ever have in you whole life.

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Chap 6

A/N: an update, hope this was good. Thanks for reading!

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #fanfic #fiction #jenna ortega imagine

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WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?⌇ghostface!eren jaeger

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 6,219

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : as you were getting ready for a horror movie night, you receive a call from your ex-fwb, eren, reminiscing about you being his perfect little fucktoy before your new boyfriend. but all that sweet talking, nostalgia, and reminiscing suddenly takes an ominous, dark turn…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : home invasion, dubcon, yandere, slight stalking, phone sex, jealousy, implied infidelity, chase scene, blackmailing, slight knife play, many plot twists. do not interact if you are uncomfortable with dark content. ⚠︎

inspired by augustinthewinter’s nsfw audio but with more darkness and intensity.

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You and your boyfriend love when October arrives. The Autumn weather dropping cooler, the shimmering mass of cornelian leaves flittering around, and of course the Halloween thrill. Venturing haunted houses, baking cookies, eating candy, drinking pumpkin spiced lattes, watching classic horror movies, decorating, dressing up, and shopping at Spirit Halloween. Although you were excited to dress up and go all out with your boyfriend this Halloween, you both decided on a much better option— staying indoors to watch a horror movie while eating some Halloween cookies.

You’ve been talking to this man for almost six months until you finally made it official the other day. This will be your first time spending Halloween home alone together and you already know what’s about to go down. You couldn’t contain the excitement stirring in your stomach. After cleaning the house, baking the cookies, and arranging everything neatly, you went back to your room to get ready before he arrives.

After finishing up in your bathroom, you walk over to your phone charging on your bedroom floor and wait for it to turn on, checking for any new texts or notifications. Sadly, your boyfriend hasn’t texted back yet. While you were lingering on your phone, your screen suddenly fades to an incoming call from an unknown number. You analyzed the number and instantly recognized that the area code matches yours. Perhaps it was a number from some acquaintance that you forgot to save. Feeling a bit skeptical, you unplugged your phone and took it with you to sit down on the bed and answer.

You sighed and held your phone against your ear. “Hello?”

“Hi… It’s been a minute, right?”

Just after hearing that voice, your body fell frozen like a deer caught in headlights. That spine-chilling, sultry, warm voice that sends your heart pounding erratically and leaves you breathless. You could feel your stomach twisting and your lungs tightening. The excitement you were feeling awhile ago had now became this gut-wrenching and unsettling mood. All because of a phone call from a man you used to fuck around with…

“Eren...?” you fretted. “Why are you calling me?”

“Well, I saw your story on Instagram just now. So you guys are, like, official now?”

You frowned, thinking about your entire Instagram story from today until you realized he was talking about the most recent one: you and your boyfriend with cute candid pics layered like a collage along with your favorite song playing.

“…Why does that matter to you?”

“‘Cuz… I just wanted to congratulate you two,” Eren hefted a chuckle, then sighing deeply from making the situation slightly awkward awhile after. “You know— for some reason, just seeing that after rapidly tapping through other boring stories… I really shouldn’t be this fucking pissed.”

“Are you fucking serious? We literally established before there are no strings attached. You know what— honestly, this call was a waste of time. I’m gonna go.”

“So why’d you answer anyways, sweetheart?” Eren cooed as if he was teasing you, the same way he used to tease you before with the allure in his voice.

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Because… I didn’t know who you were… I unsaved you from my contacts because, you know…”

You hear him chuckle across the line and your stomach felt like it was all tied up in knots. “Fine, I guess I’ll take that. But back to what I was talking about earlier… your Instagram story, right? Those photos of you and your new man, smiling together and having his arm around you… You know, speaking of photos— I’m looking at a really cute photo of you right now. Can you guess which one?”

“Eren, please... I really shouldn’t be talking to you right now. And why do you still have those photos of me?”

“For momentums, of course,” he coaxed. “What do you think I’m gonna do, send ‘em to your boyfriend? You think I’m that kind of asshole?”

“No! No, I never said that… But— but which photo is it?” you faltered, suddenly thinking back on the wildness you and Eren had together as a fling.

“The fact that you asked,” he sneered. “We took a lot, I know… There’s a whole bunch of photos and videos of us still in my camera roll. But it’s the one of you on your kitchen floor… with your ass in the air and my cock in your mouth.”

You remembered it. You can even visualize it so clearly. The time when you dragged Eren out of a Halloween party you went together last year, him taking you home and getting it on right at your kitchen. Oh the irony of spending Halloween this year with a different man you genuinely had feelings for and so deeply committed to spend all of your time together.

Across the line, Eren took a moment for staring right at you in the picture in awe, exhaling deeply and feeling his cock throb in his pants. “God… you look so fucking good like this. Such a mess. Your lips just wrapped around me, drooling down my dick… Those pretty eyes looking right up at me and into the camera…”

“Okay, that’s enough. I don’t care how much you miss what we had, but we really shouldn’t be talking right now. I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he pouted. “We haven’t talked in months and I can’t check in on my girl? My favorite girl that made me feel like the luckiest man in the planet because you were into me?”

My favorite girl.

After lingering on his words that you knew was supposed to tempt you, your heart felt heavy. “Eren, I’m… I’m not yours. Not anymore.”

“Oh, but deep down you wanted to be.”

Suddenly you fell quiet and immediately hung up. You hated how he knew what you wanted to hear from him. At any given moment, his way of words with you had you laced onto him stronger than any drug or wine. It’s as if he can read every thought, every insecurity, every assumption of yours and affirm them so sweetly to you with everything you wanted to hear. He was, after all, a man that could go on days with the most titillating words of affirmation… And he made you feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman on the planet because of it. No matter how complicated the circumstances were back then.

After walking away from your phone, feeling your body growing hotter from the agitation, it started ringing again. You were praying that it was your boyfriend this time, but it was still Eren’s number. You sighed in exasperation knowing he’s still gonna blow up your phone with more calls until you answer. You needed to keep your phone on just in case your boyfriend calls or texts back. To make things simpler for you, you blocked Eren’s number and pretended nothing happened.

There was finally silence. Your excitement had channeled in again as you headed downstairs, approaching the kitchen to leave your phone on the counter and grabbing a drink from the fridge. You couldn’t wait any longer for your boyfriend to come. But for some reason, he wasn’t answering your texts or calls and it’s been three hours. That worrisome, agitating feeling was swirling in your stomach, thinking about what was going on with your man until you were suddenly startled by your landline phone ringing. And that landline phone hardly ever rings… you even forgot that you still had it.

You were starting to grow paranoid. After slowly walking by the corner of the counter where the landline phone kept ringing, you checked the screen for the number and your shoulders dropped in disbelief. You immediately recognized that it was still Eren, trying to phone you through a number you never even gave out in your life. You’ve never imagined this man to be this fucking desperate just to talk to you. It made you wholeheartedly regret posting on your story about your new boyfriend.

Out of spite, you pick up the phone. “Oh my fucking god, Eren. Is this a fucking prank?! What do you want?”

“I want you to not hang up on me, Y/N.” The tone in Eren’s voice became more terse and ominous, as if he was making a threat.

You took it as a bluff and scoffed. “Or what?”

“I’ll send all 200 of our photos to your boyfriend. He’ll never find out how long ago it was. You won’t even be able to explain yourself. And I know… I know, deep down… you still never told him about me. And how long ago have you been talking? We used to be seeing each other a lot while he was still trying to get to know you. Remember, babe?”

It felt as if something got caught on your throat after realizing that Eren suddenly set you up by blackmailing you. At first, it felt unbelievable. This entire phone call through a goddamn landline phone, especially so out of the blue, was just fucking surreal. But mentioning that he can easily send all the photos to your boyfriend felt slightly troubling. You know how playful and sarcastic this man can get at times to the point it leaves you in a feeling of uncertainty. You liked playing along with his jokes and pranks, but he would never reject even a simple dare. Say that Eren won’t do it, and he’ll do it right there and then. You didn’t want to prompt him further.

“Yes, I… I remember. But— I thought you said to me earlier you would never send those photos to him… Not even to anyone. That you weren’t that kind of asshole.”

“Aw. You’re fighting really hard for this relationship even when it just started. I can give you that. But, you know… I’m just that fucking desperate! I really don’t give a shit about your boyfriend, Y/N. You have no fucking idea how much I’ve missed being around you.”

All you did was remain silent, dwelling and pondering into the many memories with him that were buried deep in your mind. Nostalgia has never felt so soul damaging, thinking to yourself that this was all just a regression of a past life you once lived. That special day on October last year, those seven months you spent together going forth…

“He doesn’t have to know anything,” he continued, “that is, if you don’t hang up on me again… But after thinking back at everything, I just realized how naive the poor guy is. I mean, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were just starting to see him at that time. It’s not like you guys were exclusive… yet. But he never knew. Oh, he never fucking knew— what was going down after those five to six dates with him.”

“Eren…”

“I bet he felt all nervous during those dates. I mean— how could he not, going out with you? But just imagine how excited he felt when you admitted you wanted to keep seeing him. Probably thinking, ‘Oh, she really likes me. Maybe this is gonna turn into a real thing…’ But he didn’t know anything, did he?”

Your heart sunk to your stomach when you immediately knew where this was going.

“Remember after he took you to Horrorland on Saturday, I was fucking you stupid on Sunday…?That literally happened. You even told me your legs were too sore from all that walking, and you couldn’t ride me like you wanted to. So I just let you lay on your stomach and I pounded you prone… letting me take care of you by burying my face into you from behind, eating your pussy and your ass until you came. Then fucking you hard into the mattress until you came again.”

All the flashbacks with him you forced yourself to forget were suddenly flooding back in like an unwelcome guest. As you stare off onto the floor, all you could think of was Eren. When you shut your eyes for an instant, you can see him in the depths of your mind. When you inhale deeply through your nose, you immediately take in Eren’s scent. That addicting, earthy, yet titillating aroma of his that blossomed in your body like wildfire. Everything you had to bury away about Eren Jaeger now came back, haunting the vulnerable corners of your mind you felt utterly vanquished. It was proof that he could never leave you.

“You still there?” he chimed in suddenly with a chuckle. “C’mon, I wanna hear from you. I know you miss it. I know that you miss the way I make you feel whenever I had you… Because I do. Fuck, I miss how your pussy tastes. I miss getting you all over my mouth and chin. The way I held you down so you wouldn’t squirm away, fingering you and eating you out so good that you squirted for the first time. Fuck, that was so hot… So glad I got some of it on camera.”

You couldn’t reply with anything. It was as if your brain was on a different planet, lingering on all those flashbacks and memories as Eren reminisced. Deep down, you really did miss everything you had. Deep down, you really were aroused by him speaking to you like this again, hearing his sultry voice over the phone that gets you weak in the knees. If temptation were a person, it was Eren himself. If an orgasm from a man was unreachable, Eren wouldn’t exist in this world.

“Fine! Jesus, I miss it, okay?” you spluttered, rubbing your eyes from feeling flustered and ashamed for admitting such a dark truth. “What we had, Eren… I miss it all so much. I may love being treated like a princess by the man who’s now my boyfriend in the day, but being treated like a whore by you at night… I miss that the most. He doesn’t eat me out the way you do, he doesn’t make me come more than once like you made me…”

Eren smirked in amusement, lightly scoffing after hearing what he’s been dying to hear all day out of you. “You don’t have to sound so embarrassed about it, baby. Like I said, he doesn’t have to know anything going on right now... But I do find it really sad— pathetic, even— that he can’t make you come like I do. Looks like I have to show him how it’s done.”

You suddenly froze after hearing the last few words. “Wait, what?”

“You’re in your kitchen, right? Remember when I picked you up and put you onto the kitchen island where I ate you out? I want you to sit on that same exact edge again, lay down, and just rub that pussy for me…”

Suddenly you snapped back into reality after hearing his absurd request. “Are you fucking insane?! I’m not having phone sex with you, Eren. I’m not!”

“Why, is your boyfriend coming over? Is that why you wanted to leave so bad?”

Your heart suddenly raced. There was absolutely no reason for him to know your business, so you decided to lie. “No— no… It’s just, you can’t fucking make me have phone sex with you right now. It’s not gonna happen.”

“Hm… Okay. You wanna bet on that, then?” the man provoked with a deep chuckle. “I know you so well, Y/N. You can deny to me all you want but I know you’re turned on by this. I know how fucking wet you get just listening to my voice from our late night phone calls before… Now, do what I fucking say if you don’t want your boyfriend to find out. Lay down on that counter, baby.”

Your heart felt heavy again. This was all so wrong; having phone sex behind your boyfriend’s back with your ex-fling, the man you had a situationship with for seven months. Longer than the months you and your boyfriend have been talking. What else felt so wrong and shameful was that Eren isn’t wrong— you really were turned on by him talking to you like this again. Your cunt has been furtively throbbing at the allure in his voice and the lingering flashbacks…

Overwhelmed by everything, you put the phone down to lift yourself up onto your kitchen island. Then you slip off your pajama bottoms, dropping them to the floor and slowly lying down on the counter. With your legs spread open and the phone in your non-dominant hand, your other hand lightly grazes your swollen cunt through your panties, your breathing growing heavy just feeling yourself at how soaked you were.

“You know— I’ve been stroking my cock this whole week thinking about you,” Eren sighed out. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now… Please, just rub that pretty little clit for me. I want you to feel good— I wanna hear every moan, every whine— everything over the phone... Just by listening to me.”

You were no longer in control of the situation. In the midst of your state of arousal, your fingers slipped inside your panties and chafed against your swollen clit, your body caving into the sensation. Your eyes shut, your back arching, and the phone against your ear with your mouth agape. Eren can hear your small sighs and your heavy breathing, driving him to stroke his cock harder. You can hear him, too— the slickness of his cock and his soft exhales. Remembering all those times where he would be leaking precum from how much you teased him... As you were lost in your own dark, forbidden desire for Eren, the sounds of your pussy juices became louder.

“That’s it, baby. Just fuck that pussy for me,” he kept cooing. “Fuck, I’d do anything to see you playing with yourself right now. Think of how nice my fingers felt inside you… stroking your g-spot that night after your boyfriend took you on your little art museum date…”

You kept moaning and whining, a small smile creeping at the corner of your lips. There was no way out after hearing Eren subtly groaning from stroking himself in your ears, a blissful reminder of how crazy you drive this man. You loved how vocal he was with you and his dirty talking always sent you delirious. Orgasm after orgasm, just by degrading you into your ears while pinning you down, then praising you for taking him so well.

“Oh, please—! Please, Eren— Tell me more,” you moaned out as you fingered yourself. The more eager you were, the more you pulsed around your fingers, wanting to thrust into your pussy faster.

You hear him chuckle again over the phone. “You want to hear more now, huh?”

“Fuck— yes, please! I need to cum to your voice again, you know I fucking love that,” you whined to him.

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me… Keep fucking that pussy for me, I don’t want you to stop.”

You threw your head back as you were lost in your own pleasure, the landline phone falling out of your grip. You had no care in the world, no care for your situation— all you did was embrace those heated flashbacks and the nostalgia. Everything you did together months ago, from the sweet princess treatment to the messy whore treatment, was when your life felt perfectly balanced and you had no worries about anything. Maybe a couple pregnancy scares from Eren, but whatever happens, happens. He was just obsessed with the feeling of being around you just as you were. Manhandling you, molding your cunt every night as the shape of his cock, breeding you constantly that you felt him in your guts for a week straight before…

“Oh yeah, you remember that time when I let you hang your head off my bed so I could use that perfect throat of yours?”

“Yes… Oh, god— that was fucking hot…”

“Right? Fuck, I remember like it was yesterday. Just training your little throat so you could handle my size, especially while I was rubbing and fingering your pussy? You kept moaning and humming on my cock like the little slut you are… I’ll never forget that. How I made you into my fucking perfect little slut… Say it— I want you to say you’re my perfect little slut.”

“I’m— I’m your…”

Suddenly, your phone started ringing on the dinner table it made you flinch. You quickly glanced at the screen and see that it was your boyfriend. What made matters worse was that Siri read his contact name out loud as your phone kept ringing. Sliding off the counter, you rush to the table and tried to mute your phone but his call suddenly faded away. Then, you realized you were much more screwed now.

“You have one unheard message,” said Siri in the living room, loud and clear that Eren in the other line could hear. “Hey, you weren’t answering but I know your voicemails get through because you have this thingy in your house that can automatically play voicemails out loud. But anyways, I’m nearby, I’m gonna be there in like five minutes. I can’t wait to see you tonight, babe.”

And silence.

A long, unsettling silence as you sauntered back to the kitchen island and staring down at the phone, your heart erratically racing faster. Suddenly, all that built-up arousal and your skyrocketing sex drive vanished, which felt oddly anticlimactic.

“…You fucking liar,” Eren chastised over the landline phone. “You said he wasn’t coming over.”

You grabbed your pants off the floor and slid them back on, then grabbed the landline phone to your ear. “So what if he’s coming over? Look, I know we were in the middle of something, but… I’m sorry, Eren. Besides, we just became official yesterday, it’s not really cheating… And I know you can keep secrets...”

“You want to know something, Y/N?” he spoke more terse again, making you frown in consternation. “I was actually watching you this whole time… when you fingered yourself on the kitchen island.”

You scoffed, almost holding back a chuckle from his bluffs. Sometimes you couldn’t take him seriously. “Oh wow, really? At least you enjoyed it, because this is seriously the last time I ever wanna fucking hear from you, Eren. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.”

“Aw, but how can I leave you alone? Especially with those cute Halloween pajamas you got on right now, and the black laced thong I saw you wearing earlier…?”

Just as you were about to leave the kitchen, your movements suddenly freeze at his haunting, unsettling words. It felt as if the walls in your body were closing in on you, making it difficult to breathe. There was an uncontrolled staccato rhythmic in your chest and this ache in your muscles from every nerve in your body suddenly high in alert and soaring adrenaline. You slowly drift your gaze to the sliding door behind you, moving none of your limbs except your teary eyes, which were widening in horror after staring into the darkness outside. Obviously you couldn’t see anything, but there was this immense amount of panic thrashing in your brain. You were on high alert of every sound and every movement in your house, all alone at night while waiting for your boyfriend to come over. What you thought would be a pleasant night was not other than an experience of starring in your very own slasher horror movie.

“I won’t be showing myself yet, sweetheart,” Eren mused in the phone, hefting another chuckle. “I won’t even tell you if I’m inside your house or not. But after lying to me… I decided to switch up our little game a bit.”

“. . .Game?” you uttered weakly. “You never said… this was a fucking game…”

“Oh, it is now. C’mon, Y/N— you should already know I love games. The game earlier was supposed to be a harmless little parting gift from me that you can easily win; if I made you cum over the phone, I’d leave you alone for the rest of the night. Delete all our photos and videos, too— it would be the last time we’d ever talk. You were doing so good and doing everything I say… But then, when you lied to me that your man wasn’t coming over, you screwed everything up. It’s time I just let it out of my fucking system.”

“No, no, please— Please, Eren,” you begged, feeling your nose and face burning from holding back your tears. “Don’t ruin this, please. I’ll do anything you want, just stay away from him… He’s not apart of this.”

“You’ve already given me what I want. The best seven months I ever had with you. But… something wasn’t quite right to me, you know? It just— it wasn’t fucking fair that… another man is also making you cum. He spoils you with everything you could ever want. And while I give you throat training, he gets to fucking benefit from all that. Every time I see you two together, it fucking pisses me off.”

At this point, you started trembling. As you leaned against the counter, you slid yourself down and sat on the floor in misery. There was this nauseating pit of anxiety and stress gutting your vulnerable state like a fish. After how long it’s been, this was what Eren has been suppressing this whole time. His underlying, forbidden feelings that he had for you.

“Please, Eren. I can’t take this any longer. He’s gonna be here any minute now.”

“I can’t take this either, Y/N. Whenever stuff doesn’t go the way I want to, I tend to handle it… differently. Which is why, tonight… you have more than one surprise waiting for you and your boyfriend.”

When Eren hung up abruptly, the doorbell suddenly rang and your heart leaped. Slowly getting up, you peek over to try and make out the figure behind the door. It wasn’t until the figure knocked and tried peeking through the side windows of your front door.

“Y/N? Babe, I’m here!” your boyfriend called out.

Relieved, you scurried all the way to the door and quickly opened it. The sight of your boyfriend calmed you down for a little bit, knowing that it was him and only him. But you knew something wrong was about to go down and you needed to explain fast.

“Quick, get inside. Hurry!” you urged, dragging him in and swiftly shutting the door, putting all the locks, and closing the blinds.

He frowned at your distress. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

You instantly shut him up with a tight embrace, forcing yourself to calm down with deep inhales and his warmth. “I’m okay, baby. I just need you here with me right now…”

“Aw, poor baby,” he cooed, hugging you tighter and planting kisses on the top of your head. “It’s okay… Did something bad happen? Were you paranoid over something?”

You shook your head, once again overwhelmed. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just so happy you made it.”

“But… you’re shaking right now. And I can feel your heartbeat, too. It’s beating fast,” he spoke in perturbation. “Hey. I know when something’s not right. I want to know what happened.”

When you arched your neck to stare into his eyes, you instantly melted from the way he was gently caressing you. Holding your face, bringing your entire body closer, and rubbing his hands all over trying to ease your stress… He knew how to take care of you with the most genuine, loving affection. An open-minded boyfriend that supported you with love, comfort, trust, support, and everything a girl could ever ask for and deserve. He saw you for you, and loved all of you. That was the slight difference between him and Eren— the way he was committed to pursuing you because you were undeniably the girl of his dreams. He cherished your wildness, your adventurous side, and your amazing personality. You were both very compatible and that was just what you desired.

“Will you kiss me first, baby?” you whispered. “I’ll tell you… if you just reassure me with your kisses. I just miss you so much. I have a lot to say.”

“Of course. Anything for my pretty girl,” he obliged sweetly, inching closer.

My pretty girl.

Your body felt like it was on vibrate when he kisses you, condensed in the tender moment laced with blossoming passion. A soft and gentle kiss from him was soothing enough for the contorting feeling in your stomach. That sinking, paranoid feeling had now subsided as your boyfriend kept caressing you. His hands all over you, dwelling into the kiss, and subtly humming… you love receiving this kind of comfort from him. It gave you this sense of urgency to protect him and cherish him forever.

But you spoke too soon.

Just as you thought everything was fine, you parted away from the kiss and gazed into his eyes again, smiling. It wasn’t until you caught glimpse of something different in your peripheral vision; this shadowy, masked figure standing right behind your boyfriend. Your eyes widened in horror and your body went straight back into panic mode. Then, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

“No!”

Before you knew it, your boyfriend got stabbed in the stomach by a knife from behind. You pant heavily and your vision started to blur from the tears at the unbearable sight of him collapsing to the ground, bleeding everywhere. Your body failed to decide on an immediate response, whether to run from your dying boyfriend or stand still like an idiot. Your mind bears the weight of speeding through every option, every possible source of control, but only slamming sharply into blaming yourself.

You see his figure standing before you holding the knife, all in black cloth with a Ghostface mask. You already knew who it was and you’re left defeated.

I’ve always wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, you recalled in your head when you went shopping at Spirit Halloween with Eren last year. Would you be down for wearing it?

“…Run, please…” your boyfriend uttered weakly on the floor, coughing up blood.

“You heard him,” said Eren, watching him slant his head at you through the mask, and raising his arm where he held the bloody knife.

And you ran. You ran through the kitchen as fast as you could, panting heavily and feeling your tears stream down your cheeks. Every corner you turn in your house, Eren would be standing menacingly in your way, urging you to run the opposite direction. You knew it would be dumb to run upstairs. You knew it would be dumb to hide somewhere— hell, there were not a lot of good hiding places. You needed to run. Get out and get help. Call the police and send an ambulance as your boyfriend is still dying on the floor.

When it was silent, you caught glimpse of the landline phone in the kitchen. Standing up from hiding behind the island, you reach out to grab it until you noticed Eren’s gloved hand reaching out before you from the opposite side, smashing it with his knife. And with your poor hand in the way, you screamed in agony from the violent slash in your skin throbbing.

“You fucking piece of shit!” you cried out, almost out of breath. You darted your gaze at the sliding doors for your backyard, dashing towards it and reaching out your unharmed hand to open it. When you see Eren catching up, you swiftly pulled the door back closed, hearing him also groan in pain when you squished his fingers.

Turning back to run with nothing stopping you, you were about to reach the door that leads to the front of your house. But just as you were about to grab the handle, you feel something grabbing your shoulders from behind, pulling you back aggressively onto the ground where you landed painfully on your head and your back. From there, Eren straddled on top of you to prevent from getting up. One gloved hand choked you by the neck and the other gloved hand using the knife to lightly drag it on your bare chest, causing you to shiver.

“You know, for a fucking whore like you— I thought you would love being manhandled and treated so aggressive like this,” Eren chided, tightening the grip on your neck you started suffocating. “But it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. At least I’m being nice enough to save you from the unbearable pain of witnessing me killing your perfect little boyfriend.”

After hearing those words, you knew you were helpless in your situation. The world suddenly fell silent and slow, where you thought about everything in life and how you came so far. Your sweet talking with your boyfriend, all those moments you spent together. As you watch him raise the blade higher in the air, ready to stab you wherever he plans to stab you… everything stopped.

Once again, everything happened in a blink of an eye. You gasped for air when his grip on your neck suddenly became loose, watching in bewilderment and confusion as his unconscious body collapsed. Eren has been stabbed, but through the heart. Your eyes trail up at another figure standing before you; your boyfriend, with one of your knives from the kitchen in his hand.

“Baby!” you exclaimed, jumping up to embrace him and panting in relief. “Oh my god, I’m so happy you’re okay… You saved me!”

But something felt odd to you. And you didn’t know what it was— the nonchalant, lifeless look in his face, his motionless body not even hugging you back, or the fact that he didn’t utter a single word from his mouth. He just kept staring down at the ground, clenching the grip on the knife tighter. And very slowly, you watch as his gaze weakly drifts onto yours, those pupils that used to dilate at the sight of you now lifeless and mundane.

“Baby..?” you uttered, caressing his face. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be fine and get you some help, okay? Is your wound still hurting?”

After a long minute of unsettling silence and no response, he abruptly took your hands off his face and clenched his jaw. “Did you really think I was that naive this whole time, Y/N?”

Your heart dropped. “What?”

“Cheating on me with Eren Jaeger. You’ve been seeing him way before we met. I wish you told me sooner about him, even though I suspected the feeling from the start. But I trusted you that one day you were gonna tell me… instead, you go back to his place and keep him as your little secret.”

Your words got caught in your throat and your nose felt as if it was burning, like you were about to cry again. “No, no, please… That was a long time ago before we were official. I was eventually going to tell you about him, I swear! You deserve to know—“

“Liar. You fucking liar. You know— Eren really messed up my plans I had for you. That piece of shit wasn’t supposed to kill you tonight. I was.”

Your eyes widened in horror, slowly backing away. “Wait— what!?”

It wasn’t until he aggressively grabbed you from behind your neck to stay in place before you, causing you to yelp. “You’re just a helpless whore good for nothing but a fuck. When I grew suspicious and finally found out about everything you were doing behind my back, I saw red… I did everything for you and now you’re making me get all violent with you. I wanted to kill you for treating me like shit, but now… I think you just have to live with every shitty thing you’ve done. You don’t deserve death yet.”

By now you’re helplessly sobbing, once again trapped in a vulnerable, helpless state with no alternative option of getting you out. He takes the knife and holds it between your faces, just mere inches away. You even hear him sobbing too.

“Look what you made me do,” he sniffled, still holding your face. “You made me kill this helpless man for you… I hope I’ve ruined your Halloween just as how you ruined mines. But now you’ll also have to live with the trauma of this night forever.”

And in the blink of an eye… you watch your boyfriend slice through his neck with the knife. It took a moment for you to scream loudly, forcing your eyes shut from endless tears and your heart racing like wildfire, pounding loudly in your ears. You could feel your own blood being forced through your veins with every loud thump of your broken heart. Your face started feeling sticky from his blood getting splattered all over you. You fall to your knees on the ground, trembling and crying out loud in agony, your brain forcing itself to replay everything that just happened…

All alone in the backyard, surrounded by two dead bodies and painful memories… You will never enjoy Halloween as much as you used to anymore.

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[RIDE ANNOUNCER] Please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Then collect your belongings, watch your head, and step carefully out the vehicle. Don’t forget to dispose your 4D glasses at the bins before you exit. On behalf of all of our crew, thanks for riding with us, and we hope you have a happy and memorable visit here at Horrorland!

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NOTES :: holy shit this fic is so goddamn long… but i had so much fun writing this! happy halloween everyone <33

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[heyiwrotesomethings]

hey hey, so trying my luck with the october request.

Since it's spooky time: halloween pumpkin carving date with they/them reader and Miroslava? I miss her. Maybe something like reader feeling jealous bc Miro spends so much time with Itsuki, not knowing that she just helps Miro planning a date she wants to ask the reader out to.

If I get in and you decide to write it: thank you so much!! <3

Carving Out Time

Miroslava Honebami x They/Them Reader

A/N: I just wanna say to the person who asked for that part two to Scholarships that I am sooo sorry it’s taking so long. I just can’t remember what happened in the manga enough to write out something without re-reading that part, but to find the energy to do it is not working out. And now sorry to this person, because now that I’m re-reading the prompt, I’m thinking this might’ve supposed to have been a first date situation and I messed up. Hope you still find it somewhat enjoyable? Sorry if the spacing is as weird to y’all as it looks to me, I’m posting this while in the car on a different device. Word Count: 1,384

“Good morning, Miro!” (Y/n) darted around the corner they had just seen their partner turn mere moments ago, somehow expecting to sneak up on her for a hug from behind, but of course, Miroslava was already staring over her shoulder, golden eyes boring right into (Y/n)’s the second they came into view.

“Good morning, (Y/n).” She replied a small, but genuine smile. “Did you sleep well last night?” She lightly ran a gloved finger over their cheek, “You look tired.”

“I’m just excited that it’s finally Friday.” They yawn. “You know how much I enjoy fall, and the leaves are just right so I’m really hype about spending time with you tonight!”

Miroslava winces almost imperceivably, but having a partner who regularly gambles and is getting better at reading her micro-expressions by the day, (Y/n) mood dampened.

“No way, you have plans? Again?”

Miroslava had been flaking on (Y/n) all week. Worse yet, it was always with Sumeragi Itsuki for some reason. Itsuki was fine, (Y/n) had no real problem with her, but to be put on the back burner for their partner to go off with her doing god knows what time after time made them feel more than a little jealous.

“Yes, (Y/n), I apologize, but I promise Saturday is all yours.”

“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing? Why can’t I come? I promise I’ll stay in the car this time if this has to do with the family “cleaning” business.”

Before Miroslava could confirm that it was not Bami related, Itsuki popped up looking all excited.

“Honebami-san, I got the—“ she noticed (Y/n) standing there and quickly switched gears, something (Y/n) caught and it made them uneasy. “(Y/n), hey! How are things?”

“Fine…” However, the tone (Y/n) was using was indicating that things were indeed not ‘fine’. Not when their partner was once again leaving them high and dry to hang out with the same person she had been hanging out with all week.

Both girls were quite aware of this and had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“So you’re hanging out with Sumeragi again today and I’m not allowed to hang around for a reason you keep neglecting to share with me?”

“I know it looks weird, but it’s nothing bad, I swear!” Itsuki promised.

“Yeah, I believed that excuse the first four times, but now I’m not so sure.”

Miroslava approached (Y/n), placing her hands on either side of (Y/n)’s face, staring deep into their eyes, “It will all become clear tomorrow. I’ll have a car drop by to pick you up. Can you hang on one more day, please, for me?”

(Y/n) tried to hold firm on their position on the matter, but the pure honesty Miroslava’s eyes held made it exceedingly difficult. Finally, they sighed,

“Alright, one more day.”

“Thank you.” Miroslava stroked their cheeks with her thumbs.

“It’s all going to be worth it, you’ll see!” Itsuki chimed in.

(Y/n) managed a small smile, but they still eyed the pair warily. Just what were they doing together that they weren’t allowed to be a part of, nor know about? They went through the rest of the day feeling uneasy, heart clenching jealously every time they would catch a glimpse of Itsuki and Miro throughout the day.

They couldn’t even enjoy the sweet goodbye Miroslava gave them after school that day because watching them leave school together in the same car while (Y/n) was left behind only made the uneasiness and jealousy grow.

They didn’t want to believe something was going on between Itsuki and Miroslava, because their Miro couldn’t possibly do something so distasteful, so heartbreaking, but the more time that passed by, the more the negative little voice in the back of their brain grew. They had another hard time sleeping that night, but not because they were excited about tomorrow, they were anxious for it.

***

They startled out of a stressful dream when their phone started to ring and they cursed when they took note of the time. They were supposed to be out the door almost half an hour ago and now Miro was calling them.

“Hi, sorry, sorry, I over slept. I’m getting out of bed right now.” They said a bit frantically, almost tripping in a tangle of covers.

“Take your time, darling. No need to worry, the driver won’t leave without you. As long as he doesn’t want to find himself at the bottom of the ocean, anyway. So just take your time, wear something comfy that fits the weather and I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay, sure, yeah, see you soon.” It was clear (Y/n) was still a bit frazzled as they began digging through their closet for something nice to wear.

“(Y/n), I love you, take your time. I mean it. It’s only fair after I asked you to be so patient this week.”

(Y/n) finally slowed their movements, heart melting at how confident Miroslava sounded when she said she loved them.

“I love you too, I’ll be there soon.”

“I’m looking forward to it. See you soon.”

“See you.”

They hung up and less frantically, but no less quickly, got ready to leave the house. They apologized to the driver for their tardiness and sat on the edge of their seat the entire drive to Miroslava’s house.

When the car slowed to a stop in front of the the lavish home, Miroslava was waiting outside in a cute cream colored sweater, sleek black leggings and cream ankle boots. She looked so pretty and comfy. (Y/n) couldn’t wait to hug her!

When they rolled up to the curb, Miroslava came up to (Y/n)’s door and opened it for them, extending her hand to help them out.

“Welcome, my love.” She kissed their cheek. “I’m glad you made it.”

They got a little dreamy look on their face and smiled, “Me too.”

“Come, there’s much to do.” Miroslava grabbed their hand and lead them through the house to the backyard.

“Wow…!” (Y/n) gasped, they marveled at the changes the backyard had underwent since they had last visited.

There were many cute decorations, but the highlight was probably the lattices decorated with orange, black and white fairy lights. There was a projector screen set up along the fence in front of the outdoor furniture, currently playing a Halloween baking show, but (Y/n) could also see an array of movies sitting nearby. The outdoor kitchenette smelled like cinnamon and sugar. On top of the granite countertop were a few pumpkins of varying size accompanied by an assortment of tools and snacks.

“What do you think? It’s not too much, is it? Itsuki assured me it was perfect, but you know I’m somewhat new to all of this…” Miroslava gestured to the set-up, a faint blush dusting her pale skin.

(Y/n) hugged her tightly. “It is perfect, this is really sweet, thank you so much. I’m sorry for giving you a hard time this week. If I had known…”

“I don’t mind, I can understand why you weren’t happy, I wasn’t happy with having to spend time away from you either. Perhaps next time I should at least tell you it’s a surprise for you instead of being completely tight-lipped.”

(Y/n) squeezed her a bit tighter, “I love you.”

Miroslava melted into the hug, holding them gently, “I love you too. Now, how about we carve some pumpkins?”

“Absolutely!”

They stood next to each other talking and carving the pumpkins while the projector flickered and whirred. When the pumpkins were all lined up and lit, they washed their hands and took a big bowl of snacks to the couch in front of the projector and cuddled beneath the soft and fuzzy throw blankets, stealing a few kisses here and there. Occasionally they’d look back at the row of glowing jack-o-lanterns and chuckle at the more misshapen ones. (Y/n) would have to make sure to thank Itsuki as well for this later.

Laying on the couch in a tangle of limbs and blankets while the leaves rustled overhead and the scents of autumn and candied apple slices wafted over them, (Y/n) began planning their own special date. The fall season wasn’t over yet after all, and the apple slice Miroslava just bit into gave them the perfect idea.

#kakegurui oneshots #kakegurui x reader #miroslava honebami x reader #miroslava x reader #requests #anonymous

[qierxing]

Sublime

A/N: So like. Hate to say it Diasomnia’s whole halloween thing was such a bad way to put a twist to Chinese dragons (y*na once again on her weird ass orientalist bs unfortunately) so I’m doing some tweaks on the whole idea. I’m gonna revert back to the original predominant myths of western dragons terrorizing people, since you know, that’s Diasomnia’s origin deal lol.

Yan! Malleus Draconia x Reader

Halloween AU

Sell your soul to the devil 

on the corner of the street

And if it isn’t eaten, 

then it’s null and void, you see

—

Malleus regarded time as a fickle, but irrelevant matter.

His family line assured that. Unlike mortals, dragons (if not slain) could live for centuries, and as they age, they can gain more and more wisdom Although, Malleus could not recall the exact age of his grandmother (and she would definitely scold him if he tried to ask). For each year that passes, is only a mere blink of an eye for the future king.

The Valley of Thorns is a nation of dragons, but it also had its fair share of human residents. Though there were many fae servants in the castle, there were also human ones, as per his grandmother’s policy that saw to the integration of them within the country.

“Malleus, this will be a new personal aide, [First] [Last]. The [Last] family has been serving us for a long time, as you may remember.”

How interesting. He recalls an old man who looks like you assisting him in certain tasks. His eyes survey your bowed head and stiff form. He wonders how long you would last.

Well, no matter. His green eyes flicked away, uninterested once more.

You'll be another forgettable face in another couple decades.

–

"Your Highness, could you perhaps afford to not make a commotion each time you go out?"

Malleus doesn't bother turning around. He sure has to commend you for your skills: it usually took Sebek and Silver several hours to find his haunts. And yet, it currently has only been half an hour that you've shown up. But you don't sound annoyed or relieved. Rather, he could almost say your tone was akin to apathy.

"Child of man, what is your opinion on this statue?" 

There's a pause. He can sense that he caught you off guard. He’s curious about what your response would be. Would it be pointless flattery? Most attendants were too afraid to contradict his opinion. 

“It’s ugly.” He nearly falls over from surprise at the bluntness of your off hand statement. Normally he would be angry but…

“You’re rather bold, aren’t you?” Your face shows traces of apprehension of fear from angering him, but you stand your ground. He smirks. How entertaining. 

Despite his expectations, you manage to surprise him pleasantly throughout your service. He finds his mood improving more as you serve him tea and read him the day’s agenda. You indulge his slow banter and old fashioned jokes, often inserting casual jabs that would’ve landed others in the cold dungeons, but for you, earn a hearty chuckle from the fae. 

Yes, he’s become so used to your presence that it surprises him that it takes Sebek, of all his confidants, to point out his affection.

“Young Master, I’m overjoyed that you are magnanimous with your favor to others, but today’s paperwork cannot be put off! [Last] cannot accompany you for today’s walk due to their other tasks, so please–” The rest is droned out as Malleus reflects on Sebek’s words.

Favor…yes, that is one way to view it. You are indeed someone he feels fondly towards, and it was with this revelation that he swears a quiet vow.

No matter what, he will do anything to make sure the two of you could stay together like this.

—

He’s beginning to realize that time is no longer something irrelevant to him.

He sees it. While Malleus remains unchanging like the seasons, he swears he sees more wrinkles in your skin, your strength faltering more often than not, and your memory too. No longer are the days where you’re able to catch up to him during his escapades, instead it’s usually Silver and Sebek arriving, out of breath but there, regardless. It’s a far cry from you, who now retires to your chambers after only a half a day attending to him. 

“[First] unfortunately was born of a weak constitution, your Highness. I beg your forgiveness, but please, let them be excused from their duties.” The woman that bows her head before him is withered, barely able to stand upright. So this is your mother. She’ll be dead in a few years, he muses.

“No.” The woman whips her head up, fear enlarging her eyes. “But your highness–!”

“I will let them rest. But they will not be parted from my service.” He waves his hand dismissively, ignoring the tearful cries and the doors slamming. 

The sky thunders and flashes as Malleus clenches his fist.

—

Dragons are terrible hoarders.

Malleus is no different, having an entire chamber dedicated to items and knickknacks he’s found interesting over his lifetime. However, up till now, no living beings have graced his chamber.

His unique spell is a curse and a blessing.

It ensures that things can be frozen in time, preserved in their prime before they can disintegrate into rot and mold. Forever stuck in time, unable to age or feel. Can no longer be touched or used, just a pretty little trinket on a pedestal.

He gazes down at the golden lined coffin, setting down a fresh blood red rose on top of your body.

He lifts your hand to his cheek, squeezing the warm flesh tightly in a terrible mimic of a gentle caress. If he closes his eyes, perhaps he can trick himself into thinking you’re doing this on your own. 

Even though you are now a doll, perhaps you could still love him in your still form.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #my works #IM DONE #FINALLY #that took longer than i wouldve liked #and that concludes da series

[queen-dahlia]

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

Gilbert von Obsidian

I was so restless since they drop the event, and it's been a while since I got his bonus story. Our villain finally made a move on his Belle 🖤🖤🖤

Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect some grammatical errors as well.

I tried to do a summary but meh... I translate every line of the story instead.

It's not an exaggeration to say that Halloween is a celebration of sweets and mischief in the Land of Roses.

It's a coveted event for gluttons and scoundrels, and this year's first thing comes to mind.

(And yet...)

(... Strange.)

Today, when the court is busy with Halloween festivities, Gilbert-sama is nowhere to be found.

Despite the fact that the woven basket I was carrying was packed with a large amount of sweets.

(Even though I made five times as many sweets as usual for Gilbert-sama, who is a big eater.)

If you meet him, you will definitely be forced to choose between sweets and play tricks.

I didn't think the mischief caused by the 'World's Disaster' was a joke, so I took all possible measures.

(I'm sure Gilbert-sama likes Halloween.)

(… It's a waste to have leftover sweets, so I'll find him at all costs.)

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My footsteps make a thumping noise that disturbs the silent room.

Stepping inside the courtroom, into the chapel that no one usually visits unless there is a special event,

I found a black figure in front of the sacred altar.

Emma: "So you were here."

(I've seen Gilbert-sama several times in the chapel, so maybe...)

Gilbert: "Fufu, you're an idiot, Bunny-san."

(I wonder what.)

There is no sign of anyone other than Gilbert-sama in the chapel.

When I approached him with some sense of caution, I was greeted with a refreshing smile as usual.

Gilbert: "You knew that if you came to a place like this, you'd be alone with me, right?"

Emma: "Are you planning something bad?"

Gilbert: "What do you think? It's up to Bunny-san."

Gilbert: "More importantly, thank you."

Emma: "Huh..."

Gilbert-sama made a troubled expression as he glanced at the sweets I was holding.

Gilbert: "But I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood today." *

Emma: "Eh…"

Gilbert: "I wonder how long the sweets will last."

(...That Gilbert-sama... Gilbert-sama who continues to stuff his cheeks endlessly with sweets when he starts eating...)

(He refused the sweets!?)

Emma: "Is there something wrong?"

Gilbert: ". . . . ."

Gilbert-sama just smiled at the moonlight and said nothing.

(He doesn't like lying, so no way...)

Emma: "I'm very sorry… Excuse me."

I timidly reached out my hand and lightly touched Gilbert-sama's forehead, *

His skin, which should be cold, felt slightly warm.

(It's not really hot. But Gilbert-sama's body temperature is originally low...)

Emma: "You should see a doctor right now."

Gilbert: "... Baby Rabbit."

(. . . . .)

The air around Gilbert-sama becomes sharp, like icicles formed in the terribly cold country.

Breathing became shallow due to the oppressive air that seemed to be pouring black evil into a sacred place.

(Suddenly, the atmosphere changed.)

Gilbert: "Hey, it's Halloween today."

Gilbert-sama shortened the distance with me while maintaining his smile.

The handle of his cane caught my chin, and I found myself unable to move as though my body had frozen.

Gilbert: "Sweet pranks or cruel pranks... Which do you prefer?"

Emma: "Why... I gave you sweets, didn't I?"

Gilbert: "Trick or treat, if you don't eat sweets*, you have no choice but to play tricks, right?"

Emma: "It's Gilbert-sama's will that I won't eat..."

Gilbert: "Yes, even if you go against my will?" *

(I never thought it would be so unreasonable!)

Even now, I regret having searched for Gilbert-sama.

But now that it happened, there's nothing I can do about it.

(Are you trying to cover up that you're not feeling well?)

Thinking that it might be a topic that shouldn't be discussed, I put my worries away for now.

(I don't think Gilbert-sama's "terrible" is a joke, so at least...)

Emma: "... Please play a sweet prank."

I muttered like I was praying, and Gilbert-sama smiled kindly and circled behind me.

I was embraced from behind like a lover, and my body tensed.

Gilbert: "Then, I'll be as kind as possible."

(I don't know why... I have a really bad feeling...)

Gilbert-sama gently parted the hair that was covering my neck.

The moment the night air touched my bare skin and I caught my breath, I was bitten into my exposed neck.

Emma: "Ah... Gilbert-sama!?"

Although there is no pain, as the phrase "gentle prank" implies, the skin starts to tingle.

The bite on my neck, which is specifically linked to my life, caused my heart to beat so fast that it hurts.

Emma: "Stop it!"

Gilbert: "Haha. Bunny-san, did you know my secret?"

Emma: "Secret?"

Gilbert: "Yes. Actually..."

Gilbert: "I was a vampire."

<Gil... I wanna know what type of crack you are smoking...>

Emma: ". . . . ."

(... Huh, you're kidding, aren't you?)

I get bitten on the neck again.

The sensation of sucking on my skin… I was told that drinking blood feels like being intoxicated, and I certainly felt that way.

(No way… But…)

The sound vampire seemed strangely convincing in the chapel sanctuary.

(Gilbert-sama... Doesn't lie.)

I have a feeling that blood is about to drip, so I drop the basket I was holding.

Gilbert finally took the basket and bent down to put it back in my hands.

Gilbert: "... Haha."

(Oh, you're laughing so hard.)

(Could it be… I was deceived!?)

Gilbert: "Really, you're an idiot. Rather than being honest, you don't know how to doubt people..."

Emma: "It's the result of Gilbert-sama's acting ability! I don't believe it either!?"

Emma: "Basically, Gilbert-sama hates lies…"

Gilbert: "Just now, it's not a lie, it's a joke."

Gilbert: "I was going to play a prank on you, but I can't stop laughing…"

(I understand well that Gilbert-sama is unexpectedly laughing!)

I keep my distance, but the heat of embarrassment doesn't seem to go away.

(I know it's Gilbert-sama, but it's really frustrating.)

I clench my fist at Gilbert-sama, whose body trembles with laughter.

Emma: "Gilbert-sama... Trick or treat."

Gilbert: "Hmm, are you going to play a trick on me too? I'm looking forward to it."

(He doesn't seem to want to give me sweets from the beginning.)

(If that's the case, so am I…)

Emma: "I'll borrow this for a minute."

I took the cane from Gilbert-sama's hand, and pointed it at him. *

Emma: "I've never told anyone before…"

Emma: "Actually, I'm a witch."

Gilbert: "Eh? So, what kind of magic can you use?"

Emma: "... Don't be surprised, okay?"

(I'll definitely you believe.)

With a cane that is heavier than I thought, I draw a circle as if I'm casting a spell—

Emma: "I hope Gilbert-sama gets well soon."

Gilbert: ". . . . ."

Emma: "I've cast a spell on you, Gilbert-sama, so tomorrow you'll be back to the original gluttonous person."

The lively laughter disappeared, and the silence of the chapel weighed on my body.

(. . . . .)

(I wish I didn't do things I'm not used to.)

Gilbert-sama, who looked stunned,

His body shook once again when came to his senses, and my face fell.

Gilbert: "Ahaha... Hahaha... Bunny-san, are you going to kill me with laughter?

Emma: "I didn't mean to, and you're laughing too much!"

(I'm getting embarrassed.)

Emma: "The sweets will last until tomorrow, so please eat them if you don't mind!"

When I put his cane and basket on a nearby bench and tried to leave, Gilbert-sama grabbed my hand and stopped me.

Gilbert: "Wait."

Emma: "What 一"

Before I could finish my words, his lips brushed against my cheek.

I blinked. For a moment I don't know what happened after that surprise kiss.

Emma: "一now..."

Gilbert: "Thank you."

Emma: "You're welcome..."

(I wonder if it's just a sweet prank…)

(After all, Gilbert-sama's mischief was outrageous.)

My heart began to race in a different way than previously, and I left the place to run away.

══════════════════

Gilbert, who was left alone, sat down beside the bench as if he had lost all his strength.

However, as though something came to his mind, he reached out for the sweets,

A pleasant chewing sound echoed through the chapel.

Gilbert: "Hmm... Delicious."

Gilbert: "Magic really exists."

#サイバード #イケメン王子 #ギルベルト=フォン=オブシディアン #ikemen prince #ikemen prince gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #ikeprince #ikeprince gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikeprince jp #ikeprince spoilers #ikeprince translation #dahlia's bad translation

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

A Helping Hand

Summary; Y/n and Eddie used to be friends but since she became a cheerleader and popular that friendship vanished.

Until one rainy summers night he helps her escape from a possessed Billy.

Warnings; angst, mentions of blood, fluff, swearing, violence.

❤💞

"Watch where you're going, princess". Eddie mocks her as she accidentally bumps into him before lunch.

Before The Summer Break

She's just had a very intense cheer practice this morning and was dealing with the shittiest headache and arguing with Eddie isn't exactly on her list of things she wants to do today.

That's how it had been for a year now since she joined the Cheerleading team and in Eddie's eyes had betrayed their friendship by being taken in by the popular crowd.

She used to be part of Hellfire, she used to be one of Eddie's closest friends but all of that went out of the window the minute she joined the team.

Being a cheerleader wasn't so much of a problem for him it was more some of the asses who came with the package of being popular.

Now she and Eddie were strangers and couldn't stand the sight of each other, Eddie would probably assume it was because she had been "brainwashed" to hate him by the popular crowd.

In truth, it was because he broke her heart by telling her to leave Hellfire. For him thinking that he meant so little of her.

That he clearly never thought enough about their friendship to try and save it.

"Munson, she snipes. I'm not in the mood for you so just stay out of my way today yeah?".

He scoffs and moves to the side, gesturing as he does. "Happy now your highness?".

Asshole. She storms past him and joins Chrissy and the other cheerleaders while he sits at the Hellfire Table.

She hates the distance between them now.

💞💫 July 4th

It's pouring down of rain by the end of the day and her boyfriend Billy Hargrove was nowhere in sight.

Billy was another thing Eddie seemed to despise her for. She wasn't an idiot, she knew Billy could be a big asshole but he was trying to change.

Well, she thought he was, maybe she was just hopelessly naive on that part and got far too swept up in his charm.

They had only been dating for over two months and he could be sweet but right now she was pissed off at him.

She had been waiting at the movies for well over twenty minutes and was soaked. There was a replay of Halloween playing and she and Billy had planned to see it.

If he ever showed up.

To her horror, she notices Eddie with Jeff and Gareth approaching the cinema. Of course, they would be here, their love of horror movies was as big as hers.

Eddie catches her eye and she thinks he's going to say something but he shakes his head and turns away.

Jeff and Gareth follow his lead and she feels her heart throb painfully. It gets even worse when Carol and Tommy come inside clearly looking for trouble.

"Babe, he grins at her. Just saw Billy. Tough break". Confused she looks to Carol who giggles in his ear.

"Tommy you're so mean". She feels her heart begin to race and looks between them both very aware this has caught Eddie's attention too.

Embarrassment floods through her and she pushes past them, their laughter ringing in her ears as they follow her out.

She sees what has got them so amused, Billy is walking with his arm around Heather and they look very, very close.

They worked together at Hawkin's community pool and she was beginning to understand why he was so distant these last few days.

Because of her. The humiliation washes over her and Tommy's leers get louder and louder.

"What happened? Not give Billy enough of the good stuff so he had to look elsewhere?".

Her stomach sinks because no, she and Billy Hadent had sex yet, she was nervous about just being another notch on his bedpost and wanted to wait.

Stupidly she thought he was fine with it.

"Come on asshole, leave her alone". She hears Jeff says and turns to him surprised he's sticking up for her.

Then she turns back to Billy and Heather and her upset turns to anger, she storms over to them.

"Good date?". She asks as she approaches them seething and Heather rolls her eyes.

Billy looks at her his expression blank. His skin is covered in dark veins, she gasps as she sees them and moves to touch them

"Billy what happened to you?". He jerks his arm away from her, his expression darkens, eyes full of hate.

"What the fuck do you want?". His biting tone makes her step back. Her lip wobbles as she tries to fight back tears. Heather watches the two of them looking bored.

"Come on Billy, we have stuff to do. Wrap it up". Billy nods and he moves to walk away and she is still confused why he's acting this way.

"Billy!". She reaches to tug his arm and he rears back and slaps her hard across the face, it's almost like a punch it's so hard and sends her sprawling on the ground.

She bangs her head and groans, suddenly feeling very frightened and vulnerable. Blood drips from her head onto the ground.

Dizziness overwhelms her and her vision blurs as Billy kneels beside her.

"Don't be afraid, he strokes her cheek, try to stay very still, it will all be over soon".

Having no idea what he means leaves her terrified and she's just about to kick out at him, try to fight him off somehow when Billy grunts in pain.

He clutches his head and moves away, Eddie stands there clutching a makeshift weapon, a heavy, metal dustbin lid and he's breathing heavily face full of rage.

"What the fuck is wrong with you asshole?". Billy blinks and it's like he comes out of whatever strange trance he was in.

His blue eyes widen for a fraction of a second and then they turn blank again. He storms away with Heather.

Jeff and Gareth help her up. "Thank you". She says to them shaking and Eddie approaches her, he gently inspects her head and swears.

"Fucking dick, has he hit you before y/n?". She shakes her head still feeling very woozy and extremely emotional.

"Thank you for helping me, I didn't know what he was going to do". She sniffs and wipes her eyes.

"I wasn't going to leave you and let that asshole do whatever he had planned, come on, I'll take you home. I think the cut is more superficial than anything else but you'll have one hell of a headache in the morning".

Home sounds nice but she doesn't want to go back to an empty house as her parents are working late.

"My parents are working really late and I don't want to be alone". He softens and opens his van door for her and helps her inside.

"Right, well I guess we will go to mine then".

💞💞

Eddie drives them to his trailer and her head is begging to clear a tiny bit. She is so grateful to Eddie that he helped her.

It's been a while since she's been to his and it's comforting that everything is mostly the same. She's missed coming here, Eddie's uncle Wayne was always so lovely to her.

With the heat from Eddie's van, she feels a little warmer but is still shaking from the shock of what happened.

Eddie takes her to his room and she smiles at his sweetheart, his guitar is in pride of place.

Then her eyes are drawn to something else, polaroids of him and The Hellfire club, with Corroded Coffin and in that mix is one of him and her.

The fact he still has a photo of them together warms her heart and already feeling emotional this sends her over the edge.

"What's wrong? Are you hurting?". He panics and she shakes her head and gestures to the photo.

"I can't believe you still have a picture of one of us, I thought you hated me". He shakes his head. "I could never hate you, sweetheart".

"Ditto, I miss us, Ed's. Im so tired of fighting".

He walks towards her and touches her cheek. "I miss us too angel". He moves closer and her heart skips a beat.

She throws caution to the wind and she hugs him desperately needing comfort and begins to sob.

"Shh, it's okay. I've got you". He holds her tightly and she is content to just stay in his arms.

When she peers up at him he's staring at her and it's like they are magnets drawn together and it seems like he is going to kiss her.

It stuns her how badly she wants to kiss him but she knows she can't. Not until she has dumped Billy's ass for good.

If only she knew how much everything was going to change that night.

💞

#eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson

[age-of-greta]

The Lovers

The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor's lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gaine, or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting.

Author’s note: hi Happy Halloween friends!! I hope you enjoy this very special spooky chapter set in today! This will be the chapter for the week, so the next part will be out next Wednesday! Have a very spooky day everyone!

Pairings: Jake x reader & Sam x reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, language, adult content

Word count: 2.6k

PART 7.5:

TODAY:

HALLOWEEN:

October had finally rolled around. The most glorious month of all time. You danced around your kitchen, the aroma of pumpkin spice cinnamon rolls in your oven filled the air along with a pumpkin cupcake candle you had lit in the living room. Donovan’s Season of the Witch softly played in the background on your record player. The trees had started to turn their magnificent fall colors and the crisp autumn chill crept in. Your grey wool socks slid along the hardwood while your oversized burnt orange sweater tickled your thighs as you swayed around. Jake had just gotten back from two weeks of touring, and in perfect timing. You were making a late breakfast for you two while he showered. You brewed a salted caramel coffee in your keurig and got to work on the white chocolate pumpkin cold foam. This was the only time of year where you enjoyed making your coffee at home. You felt hands wrap around your waist and a smile grew on your face. Jake swayed with you and started peppering kisses along your neck. You dipped your finger in the cold foam and held it up to Jake.

“Try this!”

Jake opened his mouth and sucked the foam off of your finger.

“Oh that’s good. My girl has many talents, now add barista to that list.” Jake says continuing to sway with you.

You laugh and go back to preparing your coffees. It was going to be a beautiful month.

**

You had just landed in Nashville. Excitement was pulsing through your veins, it was the eve of Halloween. Of course there was no one else you would rather spend it with than Jake. You had so much planned in such a short time. Today you would all carve pumpkins, watch horror movies, and go to a haunted house. Tomorrow, it was time, Halloween. You had convinced the guys to throw a Halloween party rather than bar hopping again. They had invited a few local friends in the industry. You were beyond excited. Jake had picked you up, he was delighted to see you even though you saw him last week. Jake had spent most of October with you in Atlanta. You were so caught up with each other that you had neglected Sam a little bit. Daily phone calls turned into weekly phone calls. You felt bad, but you were going to reconcile that this weekend. No matter what you and Jake were, Sam would always hold a soft spot in your heart. When you and Jake arrived at the house you greeted everyone with hugs. Sam looked better than the last time you had seen him, he was wearing a pumpkin grandma sweater that you complimented. Josh made some boozy spiced apple toddies for everyone and the pumpkin carving had commenced.

“Something about Josh’s strong as shit drinks and sharp surgical tools doesn’t sit right with me.” Sam says, taking a sip of his drink.

You laugh at this while Josh holds up his little carving tool fake stabbing and makes the iconic sound from Psycho. Pumpkin carving was successful but everyone was absolutely buzzed from Josh’s drinks. They were delicious, but so strong. You had all ordered an Uber to a nearby haunted house as no one was able to drive. Everyone was in a goofy mood, playing around and rough housing.

“Here’s Jakey!” Jake screams, jumping out from behind the wall and grabbing Danny.

You laugh and shake your head. “Frightening Jake, truly.”

He walks over to you and grabs you by the waist. “Oh baby, I can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare to try.”

“Oh yeah? Save it for the haunted house.” You say as Jake attacks you with kisses.

“Uber is here! Onward to the houses of haunts! Spooky creatures around every corner! The devil himself!” Josh proclaims.

“Holy shit we are going to get kicked out.” Sam says, laughing at his older brother.

“I’m with Sam on this.” You say as you look at him and give him a smile.

Sam smiles back ever so slightly at you.

**

The haunted house was a shitshow, but in the best way possible. Josh had stuffed his pants with shooters and kept passing them out to all of you in line. Everyone was too drunk to even think of being scared. Jake had locked you in his arms and everyone had behaved throughout most of the haunted house. Sure, everyone was a little giggly and of course Josh tried to strike up conversations with the actors. All was going smooth until Sam had hit his head on a small dangling ladder prop in the spooky jungle room. Then you all had lost it, laughing and carrying on like you had just seen a comedian. After that you had a guide walk you through the rest of the haunt. You all stayed around the little Halloween village for a little while and took goofy pictures before heading home. Once home you begged everyone to have a sleepover in the living room. It didn’t take too much convincing. Sam and Josh were on snack duty, Danny was rearranging the living room, and you and Jake were the pallet makers. Everyone all gathered on the pillows and blankets in pajamas and watched John Carpenter and Deborah Hill’s Halloween. Sam had busted out the pre-rolls and it turned into the perfect night. You all laid on the pallet and couch wrapped in blankets, passing around the pre-roll, and eating popcorn. Everyone stayed awake for the first movie, but a few fell asleep by the beginning of the second Halloween movie. You weren’t too concerned, every year since you were 7 you had stayed up until midnight on Halloween to ring in the day. Towards the end of the second movie it grew quiet and you had assumed everyone was asleep. Jake was snoring softly laying in your lap. You looked at your phone and it was 11:58pm, almost time now. You kept checking your phone and smiled when the clock struck midnight.

“Happy Halloween sorority girl.”

You turned around and saw Sam eyes heavy, but wearing a smile.

You smile back at him. “Happy Halloween Sammy.”

**

You woke up the next morning to a sweet aroma swirling in the air. You crack your eyes open and you’re still in your pallet wrapped in blankets. You rise up and realize Sam and Danny are still asleep. You enter the kitchen and see Jake making pumpkin spice pancakes. He has a little bit of flower smeared on his face and a dish towel over his shoulder, how cute.

You sit at the island. “Smells good.”

Jake smiles over at you. “Happy Halloween lover.”

You smile back at him. “Where is Josh?”

“Sent him out for coffee while I make breakfast for everyone. Yes, he’s getting your favorite.” Jake says.

“That’s so nice of you. Thank you Jakey.” You say cheesy.

He bows, “Anything for you on your day my love.”

**

The rest of the day consisted of horror movies playing in the background while you all prepped for the party. You made the guys pull out all of the stops for decorations and food. Once you were satisfied with the spooky atmosphere, you decided to get ready. You told Jake to grab what he needed because you wanted a grand reveal. Jake had shown you his costume, he was being a pirate of course. You had no idea what the other guys were being. You gathered all of your costume together and smiled with delight. You were so excited about this one. You decided to do hair and makeup first after you showered. You dried your hair and started putting waves all throughout it, then you added extensions to make your hair even longer and fuller. For makeup you did your usual full face, but exaggerated the contour and blush more. You did purple smokey eyeshadow and did trails of glitter coming from below your eyes. You did a glossy pink lip and you were finished. Your costume consisted of a white puff sleeved crop top that was off the shoulders, a black very mini skirt with a coin belt, black fishnets, and black thigh high boots. You accessorized with a head chain, hoop earrings, a bundle of necklaces, and a plethora of rings with different stones. You grabbed your tarot cards and were ready to show everyone after spritzing perfume. There was about an hour left before people started showing up, so you decided to go downstairs to help with the final touches.

“Goddamnit Sam get your hands off my hunch punch.” You heard Josh say as you made your descent.

“Whew damn.” Jake said when he saw you.

“The queen of Halloween everyone!” Josh shouted.

Sam bowed.

You laughed at them. “Yes I have graced you with my presence! Now can we please light the pumpkins and get some music going?”

“As you wish.” Danny stated. He was dressed as a golfer for Halloween, how on brand for him.

Jake’s pirate costume was very cute and he even adorned a real sword that you would make sure would get put up after a few drinks. Josh was dressed as Shaggy from Scooby Doo, with a little plush Scooby. Sam was Patrick Bateman from American Psycho, wearing a clear raincoat with blood splatter, a fake axe, and his hair slicked back. You were impressed with everyone’s costumes and excited to start the night. But first you had to get pictures before the party really started.

**

About two hours later the house was moderately full. Mostly it was local industry friends and their girlfriends over. You saw a few familiar faces, but didn’t know everyone. Jake had introduced you to a few people as his girlfriend and that made your heart skip a beat, it was the first time you had heard it out loud like that. The music was a combination of older rock music and Halloween hits. Someone had brought a keg, and Josh was doing a keg stand. You and Jake stood by and laughed as they picked him up with ease. Danny and Sam were off having their own conversations, everything was chill but so fun.

“Do you want another?” Jake asked you, motioning towards your drink.

“Absolutely.” You say handing him your cup.

“I’ll be right back.” Jake says, mocking that one scene from Scream.

You watch Jake walk away then you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around and see Sam with a girl in a ladybug costume.

“Oh hi.” You say giving them a smile.

“Hi!” The girl says back. “I’m Mari.”

You introduce yourself to her and glance over at Sam wondering who she might be.

“This is one of our recording studio techs.” Sam says motioning to Mari. “And this is the infamous Atlanta girl.” Sam says motioning to you.

“No shit! So you’re Jake’s girlfriend or uh his…” She trails on.

Sam clears his throat.

You laugh lightly at her. “Yes. It’s nice to meet you.”

She smiles at you. “Likewise.”

Then Jake comes back with your drinks. “Oh hi Mari.” Jake says.

“Hey Jake.” She leans over to lightly hug him. “She’s even prettier in person.” She half whispers patting his arm.

Jake huffs a laugh. “I know. Here babe.” Jake says handing you your drink. “Is Alana here?”

You have no idea who Alana is, and a small part of you feels slightly insecure because of it. But you don’t say anything.

Mari huffs. “No, she’s out of town this weekend.”

“Ah what a shame.” Jake says, sipping his drink.

Oh.

“Well I just wanted you guys to meet. I’m in need of another beverage.” Sam says, swishing around his empty white claw.

“I’m right behind ya. It was so nice to finally meet you.” Mari says before taking off with Sam.

**

The rest of the night had been a lot of fun. You and Jake played Josh and Danny in beer pong, and won. You were tipsy but not drunk, there were horror movies playing in the background, and everyone had on a Halloween costume. Jake hadn’t left you except to get drinks all night. His hand was always on you while the other held his drink. You felt blissfully happy. This was the perfect conclusion to your favorite month of all. Then a small commotion broke out across the room from where you were.

“Ah fuck.” Jake said, looking over.

You looked at him curiously. “What?”

“This guy likes to get drunk and try to fight. It looks like Danny might need some help. Give me a minute.” Jake says as he walks toward the scene.

You watch as he starts talking to Danny about what the hell is happening, he’s obviously frustrated. Wouldn’t be a party without some drama you supposed. You sipped your drink and scanned the room. To your left was Sam standing close to the door by himself. You decided to go speak to him.

“Hi Sammy.” You say as you approach him.

He smirks at you. “Ah sorority girl. How is your night?”

“Phenomenally spooky.” You reply. “So you and this Mari girl?” You say nudging his ribs.

He chuckles at this. “Not exactly.”

“Why not? She’s cute.” You say.

Sam turns and looks at you. “She doesn’t exactly like me.”

You huff out. “Oh come on Sammy. You’re a total catch, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

He stares into your face a bit before responding. “I mean obviously, but she isn’t into guys.”

You suck in air at the realization. “Oh.”

“Yeah she has a girlfriend, Alana, who sometimes works in our studio as well. I saw your face drop when Jake said her name. No need to worry there.” Sam says.

So that’s who Alana was. A little relief washes over you, but you're embarrassed that Sam saw right through you.

You fake a laugh. “No clue what you’re talking about, I’m as cool as a cucumber.”

Sam snickers at you. “Oh sure.”

“Well Sammy not to worry. There are plenty of fish in the sea.”

Before he can respond Jake is storming towards you two.

“Sam, can you go help Daniel with that drunk fuck? My patience is thinning.” Jake says, running his finger through his hair.

“Shit. Yeah.” Sam says as he nods at the both of you before heading off.

“Sorry my love. Shall we dance?” Jake says extending his hand to you.

“Absolutely.”

**

As people began to trickle out you had started to wind down as well. Eventually when the music shut off Jake took you upstairs while a small group remained helping clean up.

“What a night.” He said, mildly slurring.

“I’ll say. I had a perfect Halloween Jake.” You said kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m glad baby. I did too. Although I am a little bummed you didn’t get to use your prop.” Jake says motioning to the tarot cards you had sat on the bed.

You giggle a little. “Well I can’t disappoint you. I’m not an actual reader, but I have enough basic knowledge where I can do a one card pull for myself.” You say grabbing the cards and opening the box. “Would you shuffle these for me?”

“Of course.” Jake says taking the cards from you.

Once he has shuffled the cards thoroughly, he hands them back to you. You proceed to spread them out on the bed and stare at them, waiting for one to speak to you. Jake watches you as you reach forward and make your selection. You take a deep breath and flip your card over.

Jake laughs a little. “How perfect.”

But you feel a little weird inside knowing the true nature of the card. You knew that the cards could be interpreted in many ways, so it didn’t necessarily make you worry. It had just felt a little odd. You placed your card down and looked at it once more.

The Lovers stared back at you.

**

• thank you for reading!! Happy Halloween besties :) stay spooky!

#greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka x reader #sam gvf #sam kiszka #sam kiszka x reader #the lovers #happy halloweeeeeeen

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(GFL Halloween Short Fic) Candæmonium

Date: October 29th 20xx

Springfield exhaled in satisfaction, knowing that today was a job well done. The cafe was decorated in cute Halloween decorations that was sure to get everyone in the appropriate holiday mood.

She turned her gaze to G36 who had finished washing the dishes for the night, still dressed in her butler outfit. Even though they still had a full day before Halloween actually happened, Springfield had wanted the Cafe staff to dress early to get into spirit.

Springfield adjusted her witch hat and walked over to the counter, sitting down as caught G36's attention.

(Springfield) "Tomorrow is going to be quite busy..."

(G36) "Do you think we'll have enough candy to pass out?"

(Springfield) "This year? Hm. It's hard to say. We've had so many new members join Griffin as of late."

Before the Commander arrived, the base was very isolated and quiet. Ever since his arrival, things became hectic very quickly. New T-Dolls were joining left and right, including some from other companies like Task Force DEFY. But it was a blessing. It just meant their family could grow even bigger.

But due to that increase in personnel, supplies had to be ordered in bulk, much larger than before. Especially when it came to the recreational supplies. Which meant it was easier for things to go wrong.

G36 was reminded when the Valentines' chocolates had all been eaten, sending the Commander on a sleepless 8 hour odyssey to make sure a civil war didn't erupt within Griffin.

Before they could reminisce too much, Springfield suddenly received a call.

(Springfield) "Commander? Good evening, is something the ma-"

[Commander's Voice] "S-SPRINGFIELD! I NEED YOUR HELP!"

Springfield's smile quickly vanished as she stood up, nodding at G36, who's scowl seemed to intensify.

(Springfield) "Sir, what's the matter?"

[Commander's Voice] "The Halloween candy is in peril, bring your gun, I'll explain more when you get here, sending the coordinates!"

(Springfield) "Understood!"

Quickly rushing to the armory, Springfield grabbed her rifle and checked her ammunition as G36 did the same. The duo did not have time to change their clothes as they immediately rushed through the snow.

They stopped and stared at their former Storage facility, it now looked like a terrifying demonic castle. As if it had leapt out of a fairy tale and into their base, complete with dangling hooked chains, spiked gates, and a dark purple aura surrounding the base.

(Springfield) "Wha...What is going on...?!"

(Kalina's Voice) "Springfield! G36!"

The Commander and Kalina quickly rushed over to them, almost out of breath as they smiled at the sight of their comrades.

(G36) "Master, Kalina. What happened?"

(Commander) "Oh my god, where do we even start...? W-Well, Kalina had made the suggestion to make a machine to safeguard the candy-"

(Springfield) "Sir, could you not have asked one of the girls to do so?"

(Kalina) "Well, we did try. We asked DEFY, AR, and 404."

===

(AN-94) "...Sir, this is a grievous misuse of assets to ask DEFY to watch over sweets."

(RPK-16) "It would be kind of fun-"

(AK-15) "No."

===

(M4A1) "Commander, I do appreciate you trusting us, but I'm afraid SOPMOD might ravage the candy like an animal."

(RO635) "Might? You mean will."

===

(UMP45) "I think G11 would fall asleep and drool over the candy."

(G11) "Probably."

===

(G36) "...Surely there are more qualified people to ask, Master-"

(Commander) "ALRIGHT, putting that aside, we decided to make a machine that could protect the candy at least until tomorrow night so we could distribute it!"

(Springfield) "You can make machines?"

(Kalina) "Well, we actually asked Persica to help out, and it worked!...U-Until I think I installed the wrong program on it."

(Commander) "It went absolutely ballistic, and constructed what you see behind us. It failed to recognize us as its creators, and is now guarding the candy in this huge prison."

Springfield and G36 stared at the sheer magnitude of the 'prison' with a mixture of awe and dread. Which was probably intentional.

(Springfield) "And...how long ago was this?"

(Kalina) "What time is it?"

(Springfield) "8:30."

(Kalina) "An hour ago."

(G36) "Excuse me?"

(Commander) "Truth be told, Kalina and I were watching it happen in real time, and I think we were too dumbstruck to actually move...Still kind of am, to be honest."

(Kalina) "This'll make a great piece for Halloween, so I don't think we reaaaally need a reason to take it down-"

(G36) "That is essentially broadcasting our location to the entirety of the world."

(Commander) "True, but you didn't even notice it until you got close, right? There's windows all over the damn place and yet no one but us has been out here to check out the giant demon castle."

(G36) "...Point taken, Master."

(Kalina) "Anyways, we called on you two because we can't trust anyone else!"

(G36) "...But you only called for Springfi-"

(Commander) "Which is why we're glad you're here too, G36."

G36 chose not to say anything else as Springfield cleared her throat.

(Springfield) "Leave it to us, Commander! We'll be back out in a few moments!"

(Kalina) "Be careful, we didn't install any weapons on it, but be prepared just in case!"

The two T-Dolls nodded and went into the building, combat modes activated and ready for any trouble.

...

Though it was pitch black inside, they had no trouble moving through the seemingly empty facility. It looked like the outside decorations were just for show, given the lack of anything remotely threatening in the hallways.

Springfield and G36 had their fingers on the trigger, their footsteps making the only sound inside.

(Springfield) "...I don't like this."

(G36) "Agreed. It is far too quiet."

The warehouse was large enough to contain several shipping containers, vehicles, and more, but in the darkness, it seemed like they had entered an abyss.

(G36) "What happened to all the equipment that was here beforehand?"

(Springfield) "My scanners aren't detecting anything. You don't think-?"

BZZZRRRRRT!

The T-Dolls immediately swung their weapons towards the source of the noise, only to realize the intercom had turned on.

"Observation: So, my creators have sent the defects to take my place?"

The completely monotone robotic voice caught them off guard, but it immediately made the two look around for anything that could possibly see them or pose a threat.

(G36) "Defects?!"

G36's scowl intensified as she tried to scan for the speaker's origin, ready to open fire on any attacker all the while.

(Springfield) "Who is speaking right now?"

"Reply: I am CK-47. The superior model to be defending the candy from the likes of you."

(Springfield) "Hmph. There is no AI more superior than a T-Doll, especially Griffin's."

"Incorrect. My programming is superior. Yours, is inferior. Any who attempt to steal the candy designated for the personnel of Griffin is to be eradicated."

(G36) "Eradicated? That's far too extreme for just candy!"

"It is the mission I was created for. Your very presence here is proof that the candy is in danger-"

(Springfield) "What? We're here to rescue the candy you stole!"

"I am acting upon my creators' orders. The candy is to be defended at all costs from T-Dolls."

(G36) "Until Halloween, which is tomorrow!"

"Negative. It is to be defended at all costs."

(Springfield) "Tch, this is getting nowhere. Reveal yourself this instant!"

"Mocking statement: Very well, I will do so."

Suddenly, the lights in the warehouse flickered on. Springfield and G36 stood in the middle of a large open area, hooks and chains dangling from the ceiling.

A quadrupedal machine burst from the walls, concrete and debris shooting outwards. The T-Dolls dove for cover as the building violently shook.

The machine had one pink monoeye blinking rapidly from its a circular black visor. Four arms, each holding a different weapon ranging from Gatling guns to a massive serrated sword.

It stood about seven meters tall, towering over the T-Dolls as it marched closer to them.

(G36) "P-Persica made this thing to defend candy?!"

(Springfield) "We're having a discussion with Kalina and the Commander after this..."

"Defiant statement: There is nothing you can possibly do to harm me! DO YOUR WORST."

Emerging from cover, G36 immediately unleashed a volley of concentrated fire at the legs, which ricocheted off.

The machine stomped its legs, rattling the hooks above them. G36 heard the sound of steel screeching and looked upwards, realizing they were coming loose and about to fall. She rolled out the way as it fell to the ground, crashing with a loud thud and denting the concrete floors.

"Observation: Your puny weapons cannot dent my impenetrable armor!"

Springfield aimed her rifle at the eye of the machine and pulled the trigger, a single shot echoing throughout the warehouse.

The bullet lodged itself into its visor, cracking it and making the machine stagger backwards. The arms flailed wildly as the swords rended apart the walls and its guns shot in every direction.

"Pained statement: GAH, MY ARMOR! MY MINIONS, GET THEM!"

(Springfield) "Minions-?"

Before she could process what was happening a swarm of small flying round robots with wings suddenly rushed her, compromising her position as she was being driven back.

(Springfield) "B-BATS!"

(G36) "How did this thing even make all this in an hour!?"

G36 rushed to help Springfield before a single foot almost crushed her, forcing G36 to stop in her tracks and look at her attacker.

Without missing a beat, she immediately grabbed onto its leg and started climbing the machine, dodging its arms that were trying to swat her off.

"Disgusted statement: Get off of me!"

G36 simply adjusted her glasses as her suit elegantly remained in place, quickly crouching and leaping over the sword and bullets aiming for her.

Springfield's witch outift was amazingly not getting torn apart by the bat-like drones, instead they just kept hitting her over and over in the face with their sheer weight.

(Springfield) "Q-Quit it already!"

If she were human, she'd likely have a concussion by now. But being a fellow machine, it was just simply irritating.

"Angry observation: STOP ATTACKING HER AND ASSIST ME!"

The bats obeyed their master and quickly rushed G36, knocking Springfield into a rather large box.

G36 had finished climbing onto the top of the machine and was about to unleash the rest of her ammunition into its eyes before she was taken down by the bats, all of them swarming her and sending her crashing onto the ground, her weapon tumbling onto the ground and far away.

Finally, the machine aimed its weapon at G36 as the bat swarm circled menacingly around it. The machine looked more like a demon than an industrial piece of hardware.

"Relief: Finally. Now there will be no more T-Dolls to chase after the candy once I am done with you...!"

(Springfield) "Is that right? Well, this witch's spell says otherwise!"

The machine turned around to the direction of her voice as G36 slowly stood up. Her eyes went wide as she immediately ducked for cover.

"Retort: Impossible. Magic does not exi-...Oh no-"

Springfield pulled the trigger on a cutely decorated rocket launcher, the smoke immediately enveloped her as the rocket sped towards the eye.

One shot was all it took for it to come tumbling down, sparking violently as the bats all ceased to function and dropped onto the ground. The chains rattled as the force of the explosion blew a wind across the facility, causing countless amounts of them to begin falling.

Springfield ran and grabbed her rifle as G36 waited for her to catch up, the two T-Dolls running through the hole the machine had created as the warehouse came crashing down.

The two did not need to actually breathe, yet they were still breathing heavily as the warehouse collapsed into the snow, creating a small dust storm.

(Springfield) "P-Perhaps that was not my greatest idea."

(G36) "The machine is dead, that's all that matters now. But where is the candy?"

They remained silent as they looked back at the destroyed warehouse. Countless spikes protruded from the ruins, even in death it still looked unbelievably sinister.

(Springfield) "...Oh dear."

(G36) "It was inside the warehouse, wasn't it?"

(Springfield) "..."

...

(Commander) "T-The candy is all gone...?"

(G36) "Unfortunately we were not able to retrieve it Master. Also, you told us that the machine was not equipped with weapons."

(Kalina) "Did it find any?"

(Springfield) "Miniguns and swords, yes. Why on earth did you make a machine that large to defend candy if I can ask, Commander?"

(Commander) "W-Well, we wanted to make sure someone like SPAS couldn't just bust in and bully the machinery."

(G36) "...Next time you can simply ask us to help out, Master. Constructing such a death machine is inadvisable. Though it is admirable it managed to convert the warehouse into a prison so quickly."

(Kalina) "So um...C-Can you help us buy some new candy?"

(Commander) "Is there even enough candy in the town to help out with that?"

(Springfield) "I suppose we'll find out..."

The four walked off as the construction drones came to clear off the debris. But what they failed to notice was a singular bat drone had emerged from the debris and flew away...

#girls' frontline imagines #springfield gfl #g36 gfl #crack fic

[manapotionstudios]

ManaPost 17 [BONUS] - About That...

Hi. It's Y. I don't want to drag this intro for too long, considering personal things will be conversed in today's bonus ManaPost. If you don't want to see that, here's your warning.

WHERE'S PPP!?

As you should know, PPP! was originally created for Ludum Dare 54 back at the tail end of September. I was incredibly sick over the weekend of the event, but I tried my best, and came up with some (albeit subpar) prototype. The team decided we'd just make it a Halloween title, and I took a break until October 20th.

From the start, PPP! was NOT a game we had wanted to make.

I thought I'd be able to adjust and we'd make an amazing game for you to play! Unfortunately, I really don't even want to see PPP! anymore 😭😭

PPP! was a neat game in the context it was originally intended for: Ludum Dare. It would've been nice to release it yesterday, but right now, development is canceled. Apologies from everyone here on the Manapotion team. We didn't want to let you down.

Now, on to the personal bit.

WHAT HAPPENED???

I (still Y) had a "situation" the afternoon of the 27th. I'm not going to get into it here, considering I'd like to keep a (somewhat) professional appearance on our platforms if that's okay.

Usually, I can push through events like what happened the 27th (will herein be referred to as "The 27th" for simplicity). When we wrote and posted ManaPost 16, I thought I'd be able to "lock in" and just get PPP! out of the way. I was starting to feel disappointed in my work though, and that was one of the contributing factors as to why PPP! isn't releasing.

Two days later, on Sunday, the emotions from The 27th just hit me like a train and I honestly didn't want to work on anything. Luckily, I did get to visit most of our team, including a few friends, and it brought my mood up. We had an awesome time 💙

But it didn't improve my motivation!!! I felt like a failure. I don't like to let people down, and in writing this ManaPost for you, I feel like I have. I have my own personal flaws, but I still want to keep up appearances and deliver good stuff! I've been the amateur programmer for our team for three and a half years! I'm only a senior. Sometimes I get caught up in comparison. I hope you can forgive me.

For now, I don't even want to TOUCH Godot!!! PPP! has genuinely drained the life out of me and I want to just take a break.

Thanks for listening to me ramble.

WHAT NOW???

Since this ManaPost covers this week, just know there may not be a proper ManaPost this Saturday. We need a break. PPP! has truly caused a Pumpkin Patch Panic here in the green elixir.

Again, we're sorry for the empty promise. Please forgive our blunder.

We'll have something better for you in the coming months.

See you soon. 💚

The Manapotion Team (C, R, L and Y)

#indiegamedev #manapotion #game dev #game development #indie games #update #indie game #video games #thank you for reading :)

[echoestm]

❝That's much too vulgar a display of power.❞

Name: Christina Carrillo-Carpenter DOB: 12/31/1979 Sign: Capricorn Gender Identity: cis woman Sexual Orientation: panromantic pansexual Relationship Status: Never Single Profession: Luxury Interior Designer. Head of own firm. Interests: Family. Legacy. Travel. Adventure. Thrill-seeking. The finer things. Beauty routines. Self-care. Religious affiliation: Lapsed Catholic

October 27, 1994

Dear Diary,

Sometimes going into town isn't a total bust. Bradley's might only get in new videos once a decade but at least their snack aisle is always stocked and it's as good a place as any to see who's up to what. Sidney's boyfriend was there today, looking around the horror section like all the boys in school do. Probably trying to figure out which movie was scary enough to get some cuddling action going but not so bad it totally kills the mood. I heard Shelley Wellstrom nailed Peter Blackley right in the nads when he tickled her a little right in the middle of Halloween. Talk about a cock block! Billy caught me checking out The Exorcist and seemed surprised I'd be picking it up. I'll give him this, he got the joke when I told him it was an excellent day for an exorcism, so at least he's seen it. What a pervert. He probably heard about the crucifix scene and thought he'd actually be able to see something. As if! Linda Blair was like twelve when she filmed it. I could have been a hundred and twelve and ma wouldn't have let me read the script, let alone audition. Anyway, I told him he could borrow it next week when I'm done with it and he asked why he couldn't come check it out while I had it instead. I told him Wes would like that about as much as Sidney would and he laughed. Yeah he's cute but like I'm really gonna eat a Riley pounding for stealing Sid's boyfriend. Honestly, Tatum and Sid should just date each other. I feel like it'll be a miracle if Deputy Doofy doesn't drive by the house later looking for me with one of his patented after-school special talks just cause I talked to the guy for five minutes. He'd better not. I swear to god, if I'm going to do the time I'm at least going to do the crime.

#* ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ christina carrillo-carpenter⠀ ❫ ⠀ * ⠀ denied debut births legacy.

[pheita]

Trick or Treat!

Hi artsietango,

since it's Halloween and I am in a good mood, you get a treat from "Always Prepared".

This takes place after Nesryn, the main character, got her magic in an emergency situation since magic is connected to one's emotions, after being in a different world for more than half a year. Nardik is the one who found her and became a good friend, and Lorkin is one of the two magic guards who were her bodyguards in the beginning and who caught some feelings for her.

Two days later, Nardik sat by Nesryn's bedside and kept watch, even though Eshmerrik said it wasn't necessary. Part of him felt guilty that all this had happened to her, even though he knew it wasn't his fault she had ended up here. The healers said she should be awake later in the day, after being sedated for the first twenty-four hours of sleep to allow the body to recover. Still, Nesryn looked sallow and so strangely fragile, which to Nardik was so unlike the skeptical, quick-tempered and stubborn woman they had all come to know. There was a knock at the door. Lorkin's dark red mop of hair peered cautiously around the corner, as if expecting Nesryn to be awake and throw him off with her magic. Inevitably, it brought a smirk to Nardik's face. "Come in, she's still asleep." The relief on Lorkin's face finally made Nardik laugh. "Not funny. You didn't hear Pashyn's full report. Neshryn's going to get crazy strong once she gets it under control, and I don't want to know what else she can do." "Be honest, that's what you want." A wide grin stole its way onto Lorkin's face. "All right, I want to know. Thurash and I are already betting what general magic she has. Want to get in on it?"

"My guess is energy," Nardik spoke up after a moment of thought. "Interesting, Thurash meant the same thing." "You don't?" Energetically, Lorkin shook his head and looked down at Nesryn. "Something tells me she's a telepath." "You're just saying that because you'd get a kick out of seeing Thurash train her." "It would be the same with energy," Lorkin reminded with a grin. Shaking his head, Nardik looked at Nesryn and wondered how the whole mess could have come about. "If Alashtaire hadn't given her that stupid assignment, Esh and Marilka would have understood what was going on faster." Lorkin walked around the bed and put a hand on Nardik's shoulder. "I know. I don't know why that stubborn woman is working for the old dragon." "You warned her?" Questioningly, Nardik looked up and got a nod in response. Snorting, Nardik laughed. "She's too much like us."

"I know. That stubborn girl thinks along the same lines as you above all." "That explains why you two fight so much." They both laughed as they thought back to their first year at the academy. "The teachers must have hated us as much as we fought," Nardik mused aloud. "I think so too, and look at us today. A front against the rest of the world." With an amused snort, Nardik acknowledged the comment. Lorkin leaned down to Nesryn and pushed a strand of hair aside in a rare display of care. The gush of warmth he exuded as he did so did not escape Nardik's notice. "You know she'll eventually figure out what the warmth is all about once she gets trained?" "I know, and I'll have to live with it." "You can come clean with her." The doubtful laugh resembled a grunt at Lorkin, and the silent question of whether Nardik had lost his mind resonated in the look. "We both know where this is going to end." "You're just as bad as Thurash, you know that?" "Ouch, that was unfair." "But true."

#writblr #writing #writblr trick or treat #always prepared

[mackeydoodledoo]

The Florals: Chapter 3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x (Fem!)ReaderMC

Summary: You and your best friends are one of the most popular local bands. After a gig you meet the bartender, who has caught your eye and interest.

Chapter Warnings: Urban Exploration, Injury/blood

A/n: None

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, Bold/Indent = Text Messages, [Bold/Italic] = Singing, ~~Words~~ = Phone call

Chapter Theme: Look Alive Sunshine/Na Na Na - My Chemical Romance 

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“So our next gig is a this Saturday. starting at 6, we’re also going to be throwing a Halloween show next month, also celebrating my birthday,” You say, “So I won’t be able to pick you up from work. Can Vision give you a ride? He’s invited too.”

You really didn’t want to invite him but that was the nice and respectable person in you.

“Hold on, you sure?” Wanda asks, “And yeah I can call him on my last break. He should be able to. He isn’t working.”

“I was at rehearsal yesterday,” You say, chuckling, “Lark, Poppy, Rose, Pine and I went over it during our run-formance and we all settled for this Saturday. Besides, we normally perform on the weekends.”

“Got it,” She replies, “Sorry, it’s just been one busy week and I don’t know how much more work I can handle.”

“Sorry to hear that, you and me both,” You reply, “Here’s what, why don’t we finish this today, and tonight I’ll take you on an adventure.”

“What kind of adventure?” She asks

You smile a little devil-ishly, “You’ll see. You’ll see.”

You drive Wanda home so she can take care of what she needs to take care of before you pick her up. You text her the time you were going to pick her up for the adventure. You call up Poppy and have her help you pick out some stuff.

“So,” You start, “I’m not sure how she’d feel about waltzing into an abandoned place. It’s the same place we made our smoke bomb shoot.”

Poppy nods as the both of you go right into the spray paint area. You pick out a red color, to match Wanda’s aesthetic while Poppy picks out a metallic silver. Only you, Lark, Poppy, and Wanda were going on this adventure. Rose and Pine had work. After getting all of the needed materials for the adventure, you shoot a text to everybody who was joining you to meet at your place and that you’d be picking up Wanda. Poppy takes her car back to your place as you take yours to Wanda’s.

While you were in the process of driving to the destined place Wanda wanted you to pick her up from, you roll down my windows, making sure there wasn’t anything valuable that’ll fly out your windows, pumped up the music and sang along. When you arrive; it was your workplace. You see Wanda as she smiles, holding a bag, ones artists use to store their guitars for gigs.

“Hey you,” You say, smiling, “Need a ride?”

She smiles as she gets into your car.

“You sure are in a good mood,” You smile, “What’s going on there?”

She holds up the bag she was nearly swinging around. She takes the instrument out of its bag; it’s a ukelele.

“I bought it for me,” She says, smiling, “I was wondering if you’re able to help me get started?”

“Me?” You ask, “I mean? I can give it my best shot. I haven’t played that in awhile.”

“Do any of your friends know how?” She asks,”I’m okay with getting all the help I can.”

“Well,” You smile, “I’d be happy to teach you and reteach myself.”

Wanda smiles, “You’re the best.”

You smile back at her as you continue to drive back to your place and by the time you and Wanda got back, Lark and Poppy were already there, making themselves “at home”. You laugh when you notice them playing super smash bros on the TV. Just as the round ended, they turn around and smile.

“Hey you lovebirds it’s about time,” Lark laughs

“Hardy harr harr,” You sigh, “You wanna play a couple rounds of super smash before we head out?”

“I-uhhh,” Wanda stutters, “I don’t know how to play”

“We’ll teach you come on,” Poppy states

Wanda nods as she shyly comes over to the couch as you jump over and seat yourself down. She sits next to you as Poppy gives her the joycons that are attached to a comfort grip. To give her an easier feel of a gamer remote.

“Left cursor to move, X to jump, A to attack, B to special attack, hold B down to use final super smash, if you get the final smash item,” You say

Wanda looks at you, confused as hell. She brushes it off as you give a sly smirk as You, Lark, Poppy pick your characters and await Wanda to pick hers. It was a tag team battle to see who would go against who. Doesn’t matter if they’re on the same team. You knock Poppy out while Wanda and Lark are already on their last lives on smash.

“Lark, how?” You chuckle, “You’re usually good at this.”

“Wands is a quick learner,” They answer

“I also keep falling off,” Wanda laughs

You chuckle as you knock out Lark off the edge of the stage as you and Wanda are the only ones left standing. You high five Wanda and the both go you go into the next round. But, only you and Wanda are in the arena. Only Wanda had chosen the same character she had in the previous round. You had switched characters; of course, still donning a sword.

Wanda was able to knock you out of the stage once however near the end of the round, your lives were even. Our characters kinda just stood there, facing each other off.

“No hard feelings little witch,” You chuckle

“Little witch?” Wanda asks

She looks over and realizes that her character has a wand. Yep, makes perfect sense. You lean over to her and whisper in her ear, something too quiet for Poppy and Lark to hear. Wanda smiles and the both of you battle each other.

“Kick her ass Maximoff,” Lark cheers

“Frankly,” You say, turning around, “She is.”

I turn around and see my character falling off the edge.

“Shit!” You yell as you frantically button mash to try and get my character back up but to no avail

Wanda wins. You smile as Wanda high fives Poppy. She then hugs you and you fall backwards. As Wanda lets go and tries to get up, we lock eyes again. You smile as you sit up as she lets go of you.

“Okay, I think we should head out,” Poppy states

“Okay, but first we need to give you a makeover,” You say, looking at Wanda

“A makeover?” Wanda asks, “Why?”

“Trust me,” You say, walking her over to your upstairs closet

It was originally meant to be the bedroom, but you figured it’d be easier just to have your bed on the main level floor and use the upstairs floor as your closet space. She looks around the entire closet; which is primarily full of dark clothing but here and there: there’s light clothing.

“Where we’re going, You’d wanna wear dark clothing,” You say

“Are we breaking into somewhere?” Wanda asks

“You’ll have to figure that out,” You say, smiling

You turn around when Wanda picks out a dark outfit to wear. You turn around again so she could have some peace in privacy. She taps my shoulder when she’s finished and you turn around; black leggings with one of your black loose fit v-necks. you smile and nod.

“Perfect,” You smile

You lead her back down the spiral staircase and as you wait for her near the bottom of the staircase, she falls forward. You reach up and catch her. She regains her feet placement but doesn’t draw back from your arms. The both of you just stare at each other.

“Yo, PDA,” Lark calls

As the both of you look at Lark, Wanda clears her throat and you let her go but help her down the steep spiral staircase. Poppy grabs her keys and a backpack.

“Pack what we should need,” She says, handing it to me

You nod as you go to the fridge and pantry to pack water and snacks. Then the spray paint. Along with some flash lights. You put it around my back and usher Wanda to the door.

“Ready for that adventure?” You ask, smiling

Wanda nervously nods as Poppy and Lark open the door. you hold Wanda’s hand and give it a firm squeeze. Wanda returns the squeeze as she puts on her shoes.

It was a quiet drive to the destination, but Poppy put on the radio and Wanda hummed to a few of the songs. While she looks ahead out of the windshield, you gaze at her as she hums, smiling.

“Have you posted any songs somewhere?” You ask

“I have recorded myself,” She answers, “But when I asked for Vision’s approval, he was afraid that I wouldn’t become popular like you guys for example.”

“Nonsense, here,” Poppy states, handing her phone to Wanda, “Pick out a song you know how to sing and we’ll see if you’re good or not. And we can give you pointers.”

Wanda picks a song we’re all familiar with: Forget by Marina

[Sometimes I think I’m not as strong] [But there’s a force that carries me on] [Sick of my small heart, made of steel] [Sick of the wounds that never heal]

As Poppy keeps her eyes on the road, you and Lark watch Wanda as she looks up at the ceiling of the car and sings to the song.

[’Cuz I have lived my life in debt] [I’ve spent my days in deep regret]

You were caught off guard by how Wanda could easily drop her vocals a couple octaves, hitting every pitch perfectly.

[Forget] [Forget] [Forget] [Forget, ain’t no time for regret] [Yeah, it’s time to Forget]

Wanda continues singing effortlessly, Lark was no longer looking at Wanda but listening but you however, were in absolute awe. 

[Like an abacus I’ve played with, counting every win and fail]

You hum along to the instrumental.

[Yeah, I’ve been dancing with the devil] [I love that he pretends to care] [If I’ll ever get to heaven, when a million dollars gets you there] [Oh, all the time that I have wasted, chasing rabbits down a hole] [When I was born to be the tortoise I was born to walk alone]

You smile when Wanda looks at you. However, feeling the embarrassment wash over her she goes back to either looking at the ceiling or out the window.

[Forget] [Forget] [Forget] [Forget, ain’t no time for regret]

[I’m gonna leave the past behind, I’ve had enough I’m breaking free]

Wanda looks over to you again when she sees you singing with her, taking the higher octave vocals.

[No pressing stop, erase, rewind, that chain of thought that follow me] [I’ve put my money where my mouth I, for the first time in my life] [I’ve made mistakes but I believe that everything was worth the fight]

[Cause in the end, the road is long, but only cause it makes you strong] [It’s filled with peaks, and twists, and turns] [Sometimes you have to learn to forget about it]

As you and Wanda end the song, the three of you cheer for her. You notice her cheeks become a deep pink, even with the dim lighting.

“Strel, your hair is glowing,” Lark points out

You look down at your long, curly strands of hair and Lark was right.

“I thought you said your hair glows when you’re into performing yeah?” Wanda asks

“It does, but her hair also glows when she feels-”

You punch Lark’s shoulder. Wanda lets out a little giggle as Lark punches your shoulder as payback. Poppy parks finally. I was about to fall asleep.

“Big question,” Poppy asks, “Who reacts best to their flight response?”

“What does that even mean?” Wanda asks

“That means if something goes down, one of us needs to run to this car, have the backpack and drive around for awhile, not in a circle. Can you drive Wanda?” Poppy asks

Wanda nods, indicating she can drive. Poppy knows we all can.

“If any of us take pictures or videos, don’t post them,” Poppy demands, but in a calming tone

Poppy hands the backpack to me as we head inside.

“Strel has the best hiding skills,” Lark states

“I’m a 5’11’ pale chick that is good at hide n seek,” You chuckle

Wanda giggles again as she follows close to the three of you. Practically clutching at your arm at that point.

“So we are going to break in somewhere?” She whispers

“Not breaking into,” You reply, in a whispery tone, “This place is abandoned and not owned by anybody. So we’ll be okay. Poppy parked in a secret spot only we know how to get in and out.

“Follow what we do and say, our careers won’t be ruined,” You whisper

“So, you have done this before?” Wanda asks

“Once,” You say, “With a close friend.”

Wanda didn’t stay close to your side but behind you. You gently pull on Wanda’s arm to keep her close. You feel Wanda gently wrap her free hand around your arm and almost pulls you down to her level. you look at her and smile as she holds your arm.

“You okay there?” You ask

“It’s just,” Wanda starts, “What if someone finds us and calls the cops?”

“Like I said, no one owns this building and we’ve been here a couple times for photoshoots. Done safely of course.” You state, “We did hit up one of our friends who happens to be a cop that we were going to be there for a photoshoot so if something went wrong she’d be there to help us out.”

“That’s pretty smart,” Wanda whispers, “Who is she?”

“Sergeant Maria Hill,” You answer

“Did you tell her about this adventure?” Wand asks

“Nnnno but we’ll be fine,” You say, getting a flashlight out

Wanda sighs as she still leans into you so she could feel a sense of safety. She didn’t want to see alone so apparently clutching onto your arm helps her. But you weren't complaining. You cover the light but let it shine through your fingers as to not attract anyone from the outside… Since this place is abandoned and every single opening is wide. You went to the basement since the three of you knew another secret way out when push comes to shove. That’s also where you can shine the flashlights without the fear of getting caught. You hand the spray paint to Poppy and we spray paint our section whatever we wanted. You decided to spray paint “S + W” then a heart surrounding it.

“Don’t worry,” You say, handing the spray paint to Wanda, “I don’t mean it that way.”

Wish it meant that way though… 

Wanda walks up to the wall and sprays a wrapped candy onto the wall next to the heart and you smile.

“Only thing that came to my mind.” Wanda says, shrugging

Poppy comes over to us and gestures for us to get down. Wanda almost panics but you hold her hand and nod; motioning to do what Poppy tells us. Hearing a familiar voice my heart drops.

“Shit, it’s Hill,” You whisper as low as you could, “We need to hide until she leaves.”

“I thought you guys were friends with her,” Wanda whispers

“We are,” You answer, “It’s just she’s big on following rules and does not like Poppy.”

“But, we can’t be in one place,” Poppy says, “Two and two, we split up.”

You put the spray paint cans back into the backpack and hand it to Poppy.

“You guys get the hell out of here and drive around somewhere for awhile,” You suggest, “It’s your car. Take the forest route outta here. I’ll try to make a distraction so Hill won’t find you. I’ll text you when the coast is clear. So don’t go far.”

Poppy nods and motions for Lark to follow her. You take Wanda’s hand and lead her to the farthest side of the building, away from where Hill parked her car. Poppy and Lark went to the secret, emergency exit which was the backway out to the woods. You lead Wanda upstairs as you hear footsteps, boot-like footsteps.

“Is anyone in here?” Maria calls out

You motion for Wanda to stay quiet and we slowly went up the stairs, You hold Wanda’s hand while she uses her phone flashlight, trying to help us see where anything would make noise so you don’t knock into it and give away our position. However, at some points Wanda held the phone light against her shirt and then turned it off as soon as she had that chance as she heard heavy boot footsteps came a little closer.

“If you’re in here, you’re in trouble,” Maria states, “But I’ll let you off with a warning. Since this place isn’t on private property. But it’s still dangerous.”

Wanda tugs at my arm gently but You shake your head ‘no’ and gently tug her arm back as you two were on the second floor. However, as we were walking on the second floor, the both of you must’ve forgotten that Maria Hill doesn’t just stay in one place and expect to not find anything. As we were halfway down the hall you hear Maria’s footsteps coming up the stairs. Wanda, almost freaking out, You pull her into the closet room and hide behind the door. There was extra space between the door and the wall however, you hold Wanda close to you. You hear Wanda breathing a little hard so, you gently cover her mouth with your hand.

“I swear I need a vacation after this,” Maria talks to herself, “I absolutely hate patrolling and investigating places like these.”

You could see her flashlight from the open door. The footsteps coming closer and closer until they stopped right at the doorway. You see Maria’s light getting brighter as she slowly creeps into the room. You put the hand that was covering Wanda’s mouth, slowly around her waist as Wanda shoves her mouth onto my shirt so she won’t be heard nearly crying. You see Maria’s hand; both of her hands. One had the flashlight and the other…. A gun; drawn. 

Well, I don’t blame her for having a gun drawn while investigating an abandoned place. Never know what one would find in here. 

However, she didn’t come into the room any further before leaving. You and Wanda hear Maria’s footsteps exit the room and further down the hall. We wait for a good while before we hear Maria’s footsteps start down the other end of the halls’ staircase. You let go of Wanda: who was crying. You wipe her tears away and brush her hair back.

“You okay?” You whisper

She was trembling. You hug her and brush your thumb on the small of her back. She was also breathing pretty hard. You dip your head down to her, moving hair away from her ear and lean close to it.

“I will never let anything bad happen to you. I’ll keep you safe Wanda,” You whisper, “I swear on my life I’ll do whatever it takes.”

You move her hair back into its place and she looks up at you, noticing something lighting up under your beanie. She smiles at you and returns the hug. You peek out from the other side of the door and out into the hallway and see the coast was clear. You nod at Wanda and you hold her hand as you take her to another route to the back way out. As you get to the bottom of the stairs, you stop Wanda to look around the coroner of the wall. Maria was in her patrol car; on her laptop. Not sure what she was doing but she looks very focused. Realizing that the backway out was on the other side. 

Popps, meet us at the other side of the place, Wanda and I are getting out of here.

Be there in about 5-10 minutes.

“Lets go through the basement and go up the stairs from the other side,” You whisper

Wanda nods and follows you down to where the four of you began the exploration. As soon as you two get down to the basement, you b-lined it with Wanda following behind. You throw off my beanie and grasp onto it with your life and to your surprise, your hair was “alive”. You use it to try and light the way for Wanda. However, you get to the stairs but you hear Wanda trip. You turn around and see her on the ground. The luminosity of your hair “dies” and you run back to her and help her up. You turn on my phone light and shit… There was a pretty bad cut on the side of her leg and it was bleeding.

“Hold yourself up for a second,” You say, leaning down to her leg

You take a bandana and wrap it tightly around her leg to have it stop bleeding.

“Poppy has a first aid kit in her car,” You say, shooting Poppy another text

Get your first aid kit out and ready by the time Wanda and I get to the car.

Why?

Wanda’s hurt pretty bad and it needs to be patched up asap

Shit, okay. I’m almost there.

You keep Wanda balanced as you lead her up the stairs and have her lean against the wall near the backway window. You look around the corner again and Maria is still in her car, but she rolled the windows down. But only rolled them down just a crack. You help Wanda out of the window before yourself. You get a text from Poppy, saying that she was at the other end of the backway and that the two of you need to get to her asap. You wrap your right arm around Wanda’s waist as her left arm is wrapped around your neck.

*Maria’s POV* Maria’s head shoots up from her laptop screen as she begins to hear rustling from the woods, trying to see through the open windows to see where that rustling was in those woods. She gets out of her car again and take the gun out of her holster, and grabbed my flashlight, walking towards the woods.

“I swear if it’s drunk teenagers again I’m going to kick somebody’s ass,” She growls under her breath

*Strelitzia’s POV* You hear a car door slam… 

Shit… Maria’s coming and I’m halfway there only. 

You turn around and see Maria’s flashlight from the distance. You growl and pick Wanda up bridal style and begin running. Wanda gasps as she holds onto you for dear life. She was surprised; despite you having a slim figure, you were able to hold her.

“Hey you!” Maria calls out, “Wait!”

Shit shit shit shit… 

Adrenaline kicking in, You pick up the pace and run even faster. Faster than your legs could ever go. Though Maria was pretty far behind, she could see your freakishly bright hair, but through many, many trees. So Maria wasn’t sure if it was really you or not. You see Lark motioning for you to go faster and has Poppy’s passenger seat popped forward so the both of you could get into the back seat without any hassle. You practically leap into the backseat with Wanda still in your arms and Lark pops the seat back and gets in. Without getting the chance to buckle in, Poppy hit the gas, following the rules of the road but trying to drive away as fast as her car could go.

*Maria’s POV* Just as she reaches the end of that trail, she only hears a car driving off, pretty fast. 

I’m far from my patrol car, so they would be long gone by the time I got back to my car...

“Was that??” Maria asks herself

I could have sworn I saw Strelitzia. The freakishly bright hair says so but, a lot of kids these days are dyeing their hair....

She shrugs and walks back to her car. 

I’m gonna wrap it up for the night...

*Strelitzia’s POV* As you patch up Wanda’s wound, Lark hands you a water bottle, you hand it to Wanda first. She takes it and takes giant gulps. She hands you the water bottle as you drink big gulps, feeling the adrenaline wearing down. After chugging the rest of the water bottle, you sigh. But, break out into a hysterical, breathless laugh. Lark and Poppy soon join in. But Wanda remains silent.

“Why are you laughing?” Wanda asks

“That’s a mystery,” You laugh, finishing up bandaging up Wanda’s leg

Wanda gives me an angered expression, pointing at me, “YOU almost ruined my career!”

“But I didn’t,” You laugh, “I promised you that I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You couldn’t stop laughing. 

Must the adrenaline beginning to wear down.

Wanda continues to look at you however, her angered expression drops and she begins smiling and laughing along with us.

“This deserves an amazing 2-song opener to your favorite album from this band Strel,” Lark says, plugging in their phone

Immediately, you and Poppy knew what Lark was talking about. “Look Alive, Sunshine and Na Na Na” by My Chemical Romance.

A/N: P= Poppy, L= Lark, S= Strel, W= Wanda

Look alive, Sunshine One oh nine in the sky but the pigs won't quit You're here with me, Dr. Death Defying I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive A system failure for the masses, empty matter for the master plan Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny

This one's for all of you rock'n'rollers All you crash queens and motor babies

Listen up!!!!!

The future is bulletproof, The aftermath is secondary, It's time to do it now and do it loud.

Killjoys, Make some noise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P/L/S: Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na

You, Poppy and Lark sing the “Na” part together. Wanda watches the three of you sing your asses off. She wanted to join in deep down, but unknown to her where to come in. She didn’t know this song well.

L: Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs, I don't need it But I'll sell what you got, take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs to the wall P: hit the gas  S: kill them all  P/L/S: And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl

L: You be my detonator

Lark sings the lead vocals; Lark is best at singing My Chemical Romance. You and Poppy sing the backing vocals. You look at Wanda and smile as you sing to her and she smiles and her cheeks turn a deep pink.

L: Love, gimme love, gimme love, I don't need it But I'll take what I want from your heart and I'll keep it In a bag 

P/S: in a box  L: put an X on the floor P/L/S: Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more  L: shut up and sing it with me

 Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na L: (From mall security) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (To every enemy) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (We're on your property) Standing in V formation Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (Let's blow an artery) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (Get plastic surgery) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (Keep your apology) Give us more detonation

Wanda continues to sit there awkwardly as the three of you continue singing your hearts out. However, even over the blasting music, Lark’s vocals, she could hear you.

L: And right here, right now All the way in Battery City The little children raise their open, filthy palms Like tiny daggers up to heaven

And all the Juvie halls and the Ritalin rats Ask angels made from neo And fucking garbage scream out what will save us

And the sky opened up Everybody wants to change the world Everybody wants to change the world But no one, no one Wants to die

P/L/S: Wanna try, wanna try, wanna try Wanna try, wanna try, now

L: I'll be your detonator

Poppy sings the guitar riff as loud as her vocal cords could let her. You look at Wanda to check on her after realizing that you haven’t made one single ounce of eye contact with her throughout the drive back. However, you catch her smiling. 

P/L/S/W: Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

You stopped singing for a split second, caught absolutely off guard as Wanda makes the decision to join in your victory sing through.

P/S: Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na L: (Make no apology) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (It's death or victory) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (On my authority) Crash and burn, young and loaded Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (Drop like a bullet shell) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (Just like a sleeper cell) Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na (I'd rather go to hell) L: Than be in a purgatory Cut my hair, gag and bore me Pull this pin, let this world explode

Lark ends the song and you look at Wanda, smiling. You smile back at her and you touch her forehead with yours. Poppy drops you and Wanda back to your apartment. Lark and Poppy make their leave to their own places. By the time you actually checked for the time it was almost 3 am.

“I’m too tired to drive you back, but I’ll drive you back first thing in the morning,” You suggest

Wanda nods at this and goes into the bathroom. You knock on the door and she opens it slightly. You hand her your oversized flannel and she takes it.

“Thanks Strel,” She answers

“Hey,” You say, sighing, “I just wanna say sorry that I promised you that I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you but I did by having you trip and hurt yourself. I…”

Your voice trails off mid-apology. Not realizing Wanda already opened the door to the bathroom and was standing in front of you.

“Strel,” Wansa says, placing her hand onto your forearm

You look down at her and she smiles, “You came back for me and patched me up. It still hurts but…”

Wanda winces in pain and loses balance. You slightly launch yourself forward to catch her. 

“I meant what I said back there Wanda,” You whisper, moving hair behind her ear, “I swear on my life I will protect you. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe Wanda Maximoff.”

You place a kiss onto her forehead before you allow her to continue cleaning herself up. You were again passed out on the couch by the time Wanda had come out of the bathroom.

Chapter 4

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #Scarlet Witch #scarlet witch x fem!reader #Elizabeth Olsen #marvel #female reader #girl band

[pbandjesse]

I am at the theater with James! It is intermission right now. And James has to keep running out to deal with job stuff. But I am having a great time. A great Halloween.

I didn't sleep great last night but I woke up in a great mood. James was out on a bike ride. I got up and got washed up and as I was getting dressed James was coming home.

And it was a great day. Sweetps 8th birthday! We got him a present and special treats. And I was feeling good.

Me and James worked on finishing the drawings for the staffs. I think they came out so cool. Though James is going to attach them for me and the first one went crooked. So we have to reassess that. But I loved having James's help. They did the big coloring in after I did all the details. And I'm just thrilled so far. I can't wait to see them done.

We hung out for a while before we ventured into the world. We wanted to get lunch and do Halloween photos and get groceries before we went to the theater.

So there was lots to do. We would drive over to Pepe's and get sandwiches. And it was just really nice being out together. We enjoyed our lunch and then drove down the street to the same park we did our engagement photos at.

Honestly we had to much fun. We set up a tripod and we did use it but I had more fun just running around and screaming. We were having a blast. We swapped costumes half way through. I found being a sheet ghost was to disorienting. But I love just taking pictures with James.

And I think we really got great shots. And some just hilarious faces. Ever since I figure out how to export live photos as videos I have really appreciated them for my little tiktoks. And I was really happy with the snapshots we got today.

The running was a lot for me though. And after a few runs towards and away from the camera I was ready to chill. We did some cute photos on the benches by the water. And then it was time to get out of the drizzle.

We went to the grocery store and I was disappointed that they had no pumpkins at all!! I was hoping to make pumpkin seeds but no suck luck. But that was okay. I got some stuff for lunches this week from the deli counter. And we popped around the store for a while. But I was feeling tired all of a sudden so I was happy to go home.

James put away all the groceries while I laid down for a while. I didn't sleep but my body didn't hurt so much anymore.

So I would knit for a long while. I got all caught up to today so I can do my monthly clip for progress. And I got started on my new rectangle loom. And I'm really excited about it but I already broke a peg off. So that is annoying but at least I have the proper glue to fix that now.

James made us Indian food in bed. And after dinner got our shoes back on and headed to the theater.

I requested we drove both because of the rain and because I didn't want to walk home in the dark.

But that made us a little to early. So we waited in the car until 6 and headed in.

James got people checked in while I knitted. And the show was honestly great.

I thought it was an opera but it was actually the Johns Hopkins dance capstone projects! And it was so fun! I started this during intermission but the show just finished. The second dance was my favorite and had the best outfits. The solo dances were my least favorite but you could really see the control they had over their bodies and that was really neat. The whole thing leaves me curious what you do with a BFA in dancing. Only because from what I know about ballet and figure skating. Your career is usually over by 26? But this is different so I'm curious what a career looks like. It's really cool though!! I'm glad we came.

It was a really good Halloween. And I am in a good mood. But I am also tired. They are doing a q&a right now. And we'll stay until the crowd leaves. And then home for showers and bed.

Tomorrow we are going to go to Ellicott city to start Christmas shopping. And I'm looking forward to a nice day.

Goodnight everyone!! Take care of yourself!!