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avasharpe · 3 years

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Spooky Scary Skeletons

Chapter: one/one

Summary: "What about a chick magnet and a chick?" Sara asked, pulling up the picture on her phone to show Ava.

"No," Ava said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

The couple was lounging on the bed at Ava's house that night. With Sara laying on her stomach sideways across the bed and Ava leaning against the headboard with a glass of wine.

"Okay, what about a coffee barista and a frappuccino?" Sara asked.

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe.

Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Charlie, Zari Tomaz, Mick Rory, Nora Darhk, and Ray Palmer.

Chapter Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Halloween, Costume Party, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Avalance Halloween fun! (This is an old one but It’s not posted here so!)

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"Hey, Sara?" Zari asked, pulling her yogurt spoon from her lips. "Can I turn the bridge into a haunted maze for the party?"

"What party?" Sara asked, sitting her oatmeal breakfast down on the table next to Ava.

It was a fairly late morning and the crew was lazy in their efforts to get up and start the day. The majority of them were still in their pajamas as they got breakfast and were not too chatty as they ate. Apart from Zari, Ray, and Ava who were always the early birds of the team.

"The Halloween party? We are having a party, right!" Zari exclaimed.

"A party?" Nate said, popping up his head from where he had been staring into his coffee.

"A party?" Ray sang, as cheerful as ever that morning.

"Oh no," Ava said, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Can we have a party?" Mona sang, perking up.

"Can I get drunk?" Mick added, smiling despite the weary look he had a moment ago.

"Can I get laid?" Charlie sang as they all broke out in song for the last verse.

"Will there be a pretty girl for me to serenade?"

"Not you too," Ava said looking over as had Nora joined in. "It’s too early for this."

"A party, a party. Can we have a party?"

"Can I get drunk? Can I get laid?"

"Will, there be a pretty girl for me to serenade?"

Ava dropped her head into her folded arms as everyone else sang the rhyme again, but Sara wrapped her arm around Ava’s shoulder giving her a quick squeeze. "All right that's enough. We can have a party, but keep it to the bridge."

"Yes!" They all shouted.

Zari pulled out her tablet and pulled up the Pinterest board she had made with all her ideas. Her enthusiasm was contagious as they all talked over each other about the drinks and decorations they wanted. Ava gave Sara a weary look knowing how out of control these things could get, but Sara just smiled and leaned in. She kissed her lips and scooted her chair closer to her.

"Relax, it’ll be fun. I promise."

"I don’t know," Ava said, still not on board with the party. "I’ve never even been tricking or treating, much less an actual Halloween party."

"All the more reason for us to do this, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. We can dress up, have some fun food and drinks and if you’re lucky I’ll dance for you."

Ava blushed and hind her pink cheeks in Sara’s shoulder, kissing her bare skin. "Okay."

Sara leaned her head down onto Ava’s and they enjoyed the quiet moment together, despite the loud and busy conversation happening in front of them. That is, until Zari decided to try out the strobe lights and dubstep music. Causing Ava to jump and fall back in her chair.

"Zari!" Ava shouted as Sara helped her up. "A little bit of warning next time okay."

"Oops."

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"What about a chick magnet and a chick?" Sara asked, pulling up the picture on her phone to show Ava.

"No, it just seems wrong," Ava said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

The couple was lounging on the bed at Ava's house that night. With Sara laying on her stomach sideways across the bed and Ava leaning against the headboard with a glass of wine.

"Okay, what about a coffee barista and a frappuccino?" Sara asked.

"No, what about Marcie and Patty from Peanuts?" Ava asked showing Sara the photo she had found on her phone.

"No," Sara said, with a shake of her head. "We could do a cat lady and her cat."

"No, Mona said, she's doing that. Or something like that." Ava said, trying to think about what Mona was saying about her costume the other day.

"What about a skeleton and the grim reaper."

"No, but, what if we did Edgar Allan Poe and his raven?"

"No, what about a skeleton and a vampire!"

"No, if we're going to do a couples costume I want us to match more and why do I get the idea that all of your costumes are the sexy kind?" Ava asked looking down at Sara with her eyebrows raised.

Sara gave her a sultry smile and a wink. Ava just rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone. It wasn't necessarily Ava’s first Halloween with Sara, but it was her first Halloween party. Last year they had just watched Halloween movies and handed out candy to trick-or-treaters and that was Ava's plan for this year as well, but Sara had never needed an excuse to dress up or to party.

"What about a pair of Beanie Babies?" Ava suggested.

"NO!" Sara yelled, rolling over onto her back and onto Ava's feet.

"Okay, Sara just admit it. You want to wear a skin tight costume, so I can try and find something we can agree on," Ava said, fed up with the current argument that was going nowhere.

"I just want to wear a sexy skin tight costume," Sara said, rolling over until she was resting in Ava's lap. "It's Halloween, I just want to have fun, get drunk, and wear a costume that has you staring at me all night."

"Okay fine," Ava said, letting her fingers run threw Sara's hair. "But I would rather wear something fun."

"Okay," Sara agreed.

They went over several options that they have been throwing at each other for the last hour. They had been having this fight all week as they tried to figure out something that they could do together. Now, they were down to the wire as it was October 30th.

"You really want to be a skeleton?" Ava asked.

"Yes," Sara said, smiling up at her.

"Okay, well I guess I could be a ghost, but like one with a white suit and hair."

Sara smiled imagining Ava in a suit with blood. She watched has Sara wiggled in excitement and got up from the bed. She went one grabbed Ava's Time Courier and opened a portal into their bedroom on the Waverider. Ava followed her threw the open portal as Sara opened the second drawer in the cabinet that was built into the wall and pulled out She held up the costume for Ava to see. It was definitely a sexy skin tight costume. It was a three piece skeleton corset, leggings, and black with white rimmed tutu.

Ava just shook her head and smiled. "Okay but now we need to get a costume for me."

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The Halloween party was in full swing. The majority of the lights had been turned off, leaving only red and gray lights. Zari had gotten an actual smoke machine that had flooded the ground. With ghosts and skeletons hung up around the room and a vast array of spider webs crisscrossed the ceiling Zari had gone all out. Ava had already managed to get caught up in one of the spider webs and after a cup of blood punch that was heavily spiked, she was happy to sit for the rest of the party talk with Nora at one of the tables.

"Why a witch?” Ava asked Nora as she set down her yellow and black scarf on the table narrowly avoiding one of the candles set up among the pumpkins.

Nora just shrugged, "I think Ray just wanted an excuse to wear the beard and I couldn't say no."

They both looked over to where Ray was dressed as Dumbledore complete with a long white beard, standing next to the food table and talking with Nate who was dressed as Indiana Jones.

"I suppose I don't have to ask why you chose your costume,” Nora said, referring to the ghost white and gray suit that Ava was wearing along with the skull makeup and splashes of blood and cuts, before looking over to where Sara was dancing with Mona and Charlie, the white skull face makeup and bones of her costume glowed in the dark light. Accenting the low cut corset and short skirt.

"It’s what she wanted."

Nora laughed and Ava rolled her eyes at her friend, looking back at Sara. She caught Ava’s eye and now was purposely dancing seductively until Charlie pulled her aside and they went over can grab another drink.

"We’re not whipped," Ava said looking back at Nora.

"No absolutely not," Nora said with a shake of her head and a frown on her lips, as she quickly took another sip of her drink.

"Yeah, of course not," Ava said shaking your head too fast.

They took one look at each other and burst out into a fit of giggles. They both knew that they were head over heels for their partners.

"Hey, did you finish the book club book?" Ava asked thinking about the Halloweenish, boy wizard book set in England. Mona had been appalled when both of them admitted they had never read it.

"Yes," Nora said reaching over and slapping Ava's arm. "And you should too it's actually pretty good. "

"I know," Ava said frowning at the thought. "I just read the first few pages, but it was just dull and childish and the way his family treats him…"

"It gets better," Nora said. "And you know how disappointed Mona is going to be."

"What's going to disappoint me?" Mona asked appearing at their table out of breath I'm dancing but smiling, complete with cute cat whiskers headband and cat ears.

"The fact that we didn't save you any of Lady Bird Johnson's pecan pie," Nora said, quickly covering and trying her best to not look guilty.

"Oh that's okay," Mona said, waving them off. "Besides I've already had three pieces of pumpkin pie, it's my true favorite."

"I'll have to remember that for Thanksgiving," Ava said with a smile.

Mona squealed and did a whole body wiggle. "I love the holidays! Now come on you have to come dance with me."

She grabbed both Nora and Avas’ arms ignoring their whines and groans of protest as she dragged them onto the dance floor.

Ava barely lasted for fifteen minutes, before she was making up an excuse that she was thirsty and headed for the drinks that were set up on the table in the parlor. It was a bit better lit than the rest of the bridge, although not by much. Ava almost tripped over Charlie who was crouched over on the floor with a broom and dustpan picking up shards of glass. Ava looked over the mess and grabbed a rag to help whipped up the spilled drinks.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Charlie nodded. “It's just those fancy glasses Zari insisted on using. They just shatter the second they hit the floor."

"Are those part of the decorations?" Ava said looking closer to see the outline of bloody footprints leading out of the room.

"Oh bullocks. It must be from Sara, she said she was gonna go get the vacuum."

"I'm going to go check on her."

There was a heavy trail of blood from mostly side or heel footprints and Ava's worry grew as she followed them over to the bathroom across the hall, rather than to the Med-Bay where Sara should have gone. They stopped at the door to the bathroom and she quickly knocked.

"Hey Sara, it's me honey. Can you open the door?"

The door to the bathroom slid open to reveal Sara on the other side of the bathroom. She was sitting on the edge of the tub with one foot resting on her other knee underneath a towel.

"Thank you Gideon,” Sara said.

Ava stepped into the bathroom and followed the blood trail. When she saw the small pool of blood on the towel, she quickly rushed over, kneeling down next to Sara and taking a look at her foot.

"It's not as bad as it looks,” Sara assured her.

Ava wasn't quite so sure. Sara's whole foot was bloody with thousands of tiny pieces of glass shards embedded across the sole of her foot. Sara grabbed a small piece of glass out of her toe with a pair of tweezers and dropped it into a bowl to her left. Ava grabbed the edge of the towel and tried to lightly press it against the blood that gushed from the now open wound.

"We have to go to the Med-Bay,” Ava said looking up at her.

"No," Sara began to protest.

"Sara," Ava said grabbing her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You're bleeding quite profusely and at this rate, it's going to take at least an hour to get all this glass out."

"That was what I advised the Captain to do as well," Gideon sniped at her.

Sara rolled her eyes at both of them.

"I saw that," Gideon said.

"No, I'd rather do it myself, I'll go to the Med-Bay after I get everything out," Sara said taking out another piece of glass.

Ava just shook her head and looked back down at Sara’s foot. She got up and went over to the cabinet, grabbing another towel and bring it over. Sara switched it out with the drenched bloody towel and Ava took it straight to the trash shoot. Ava knew Sara wouldn't listen to anyone's medical advice but her own. Even if it meant withstanding a significant amount of pain and blood loss.

Ava sat down next to Sara and loosely wrapped up her foot in the new towel as carefully as possible, before pulling one arm under her knees and the other behind Sara’s back and picking her up.

"Ava what the... Put me down," Sara protested wiggling in her arms, but Ava just held onto Sara tighter as Gideon open the door for them.

"Sara, it's not going to kill you to just go to the Med-Bay straight away," Ava said, as she walked down the hall.

Sara let out a long drawn out and dramatic sigh but, she stopped wiggling and put one arm around Ava's neck.

"You don't have to carry me, you know, I can hop."

"I know," Ava said with a smile. "But one must always carry their damsel in distress."

Sara laughed at that and leaning up to kiss Ava’s collarbone, since she couldn't quite reach her lips.

When they reached the Med-Bay Ava set Sara down and snapped the bracelet around her wrist. Gideon quickly got to work on Sara's foot, as the robot arms came out and took multiple pieces a glass out at once. The bleeding hadn’t stopped but, Gideon applied a mist over the wounds and it was slowing down. Ava watched as Sara relaxed back into the chair, before lazily looking over at Ava with an easy smile.

"Gideon? Did you drug Sara?"

"Of course, I gave Captain Lance something for the pain as well as a light sedative that I give to all my difficult patients. It should wear off within a few minutes."

Ava couldn't help but laugh, especially when Sara pouted at her so adorably.

"It's not funny," Sara said.

Ava didn't respond, she just leaned in and kissed Sara, reveling in the fact that she quickly smiled against Ava's lips.

Gideon was quick and efficient, as soon as the robot hands disappeared back into the walls Sara sat up and pulled her foot back to inspect it. All the glass and blood were gone leaving only fresh new pink skin.

"Thank you Gideon," Ava said, briefly looking away from Sara and up to the ceiling. "Ah hem?"

Ava nudged Sara who prodded the new skin of her sole. "Yeah, thanks Gid."

"You’re welcome Captain."

"Ready to go back to the party?" Sara asked looking up at her.

Ava’s face betrayed her with a disgruntled look, she leaned down and rested her elbows and upper body on the chair.

"Not a fan of the party?"

"It’s fun, it’s just not really my thing, but I know it’s your thing, so we can go back for a little while longer."

Sara leaned forward and placed a kiss on Ava’s forehead. "It’s okay, I’m kinda partied out too. It’s not as fun as it was when I was 20."

Ava giggled and got back up, she held out her hand. "Want to go home, watch a movie, and hand out candy to all the cute kids."

Sara grabbed her hand and swung her legs around. She stood up and let Ava pull her in for a kiss, that was soft and sweet as they melted into their lips.

"I’m gonna go grab some candy and some wine and I’ll meet you back at the house," Sara said smoothing out the lapel of Ava’s suit.

"After you put on shoes!" Ava insisted.

"Of course."

Sara smiled and kissed Ava again, before untangling herself from Ava’s arms. She walked out the door, but not before she stopped, she held onto the door frame and winked at her. Teasing Ava with a shake of her tutu-clad butt before she disappeared.

Ava let out a breath as the heat rose in her cheeks and programed the Time Courier that was around her wrist. She opened a portal and stepped into the dark living room. She pulled out her phone and used it to turn on the lamp lights and start the fire. She ran upstairs and stripped out of her suit costume, and into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Ava was relieved to be able to wipe away the heavy makeup and went back downstairs.

After grabbing two wine glasses and pulling up Beetlejuice on the tv, she heard the sound of the portal opening behind her and turned to see Sara walking in. She had traded her corset for a skeleton shit, but kept the tutu and tights, and had also wiped her face clean. Sara held up the bottle of wine and a bowl of candy that she placed on the table in the hall, then flicked on the porch light and walked back over to her. Ava reached out her arms and Sara ran up to her, Ava picked her up with ease as Sara wrapped her legs around her waist.

Sara giggled as Ava sat down on the couch with Sara in her lap and relaxed back into the cushions. Sara leaned forward and poured them each a glass of wine as Ava started the movie. They both settled in as the movie started and Ava couldn’t help but sigh in content.

"This is nice, Thank you," Ava said looking down and Sara. Sometimes she was so overwhelmed by how much she loved this woman. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine when Sara smiled at her.

Which she did, Sara smiled and kissed her lips. "I’m happy anywhere you are."

Ava kissed her again and they settled in to watch the movie. However, the quiet didn’t last long as the doorbell rang.

Sara eagerly jumped up and ran to the door with Ava trailing behind her. She leaned against the wall as she watched Sara open the door and great the kids, giving them each a handful of candy and complemented their costumes. This, a quite domestic holiday with Sara, this was perfect.

#Sara Lance #Ava Sharpe #Avalance #legends of tomorrow #DC's Legends of Tomorrow #otp: I love you ya goober #DC #My Fanfics #my writing #my work #happy halloween #halloween

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harringtonstudios · 4 years

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hershey’s.

plot: you didn’t expect halloween night to go like this.

A/N: it’s nowhere near halloween haha, but inspiration strikes in weird ways. let me know what you think & if i should try for a part 2? v soft & long! :)

taglist: @iamdorka

Halloween night in Cleveland was almost always crazy. There had been years where you had been off partying in clubs and houses, spilling alcohol over couches and laughing with friends. Usually, that’s where you would be found, in between the music, hands thrown around a nameless face as your best friend egged you from across the room. This year felt different though, quieter in a sense.

It had been a while since you’d shown your face in the party scene, the last time ending in a disastrous way. You had rushed to the hospital with your best friend, getting there only to find out that she was suffering from alcohol poisoning. It had been a real wake up call, and you both had decided to stay sober for the time being. That had been a month ago, and so far you really hadn’t missed the alcohol version of you. But with Halloween coming up, you felt a tinge of nostalgia at the previous year’s antics. Things had always been so fun and dressing up was something you looked forward to. Swallowing the memories down, you reminded yourself that this was more for your friend’s sake than yours and nodded enthusiastically when she mentioned horror movie night. You wouldn’t get to pull out your costume, but if that meant keeping her safe and happy, you’d do it without hesitation.

One thing neither of you had prepared for was trick-or-treating. Staying at home meant constant knocking on your front door. You had turned off the lights, drawn all the curtains to give off the impression that nobody was home, but the kids didn’t seem to give up so easily. Sighing, you got off of the couch, walking over the kitchen to search in the cupboards for any type of candy to give away. Your hands passed a large bag of Hershey bars that you had once bought after your terrible breakup. It wasn’t even opened and you let your fingers hover over it before you heard yet another hard knock on your door. Grabbing the bag with only a hint of regret, you walked to the front door and braced yourself as you opened it.

There was a little girl standing in front of you, dressed as a ladybug. She had on a red skirt, and a red antenna headband and you smiled as she looked up at you. Holding out her pumpkin basket, she exclaimed, “Trick oh Treat!” You laughed as you pulled out a whole bar from the bag, and leaned down to put it in her empty basket.

“What do we say Case,” someone said from behind her, and you looked past your porch. Standing at the curb, there was a man on top of a skateboard. He grinned as you made eye contact and you immediately willed yourself not to blush. You had a type, and this man was very obviously what you usually went for. You could see his tattoos in the dim light, and he had a beanie propped on his head, at an awkward angle. Regretting your outfit choice, an old Slurpie stained t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts, you crossed your legs trying to hide the worn out fabric.

“Thank,” the girl mumbled and she turned around to cautiously walk back down the stairs. He met her halfway, lifting her up and turning her around to face you. “Thank you,” he said to her and she looked at you, raising her little hand, “Thank yu!”

“Yeah, no problem,” you smiled back. He gave you another grin before setting her down and walking back to grab his skateboard. You closed the door as soon as he turned his back, smiling as you went over the interaction in your head. Leaving the bag of candy by the door, you ran to the window, slightly moving the curtain to see the duo. He was holding her hand as she slowly walked down the road and you could feel your heart melting at the sight.

“Who was that?” your friend questioned and you turned around. Not wanting to particularly share why you were grinning like an idiot, you brushed it off. “Okay, come back! You’re missing all the good parts,” she declared. You walked back to your spot on the couch and plopped yourself down, willing your mind to become invested in this stupid film.

A few scenes later, you heard knocking on your door again. “Don’t get it Y/N. It’s the climax scene,” your friend whispered as she moved closer to you. You gave her a look as the knock came again a little harder. Pushing her away from you, you got up. “Seriously,” she whispered at you and you stuck your tongue out as you went towards the door. There was a tiny part of you that hoped it was the ladybug girl again, but you knew there was no way it was. You’d opened the door a couple of times in between and it’d always been some other kids, eyes lighting up as you gave them king-sized candy bars. It felt good to see their smiles and enthusiasm as they bounded down your stairs to show their parents. You grabbed the bag from the floor as you opened it again.

There stood the guy from earlier, holding his daughter again, fist paused mid-air as he reached to knock again. “Oh, hey,” he said as he saw your confused face. “Hi,” you responded questioningly.

“I know we’ve already been at your house but my kid got their candy stolen and you’re like loaded can you just spare one more c-” he rambled out as you reached into the bag for the last few bars.

Pulling out four, you dropped them into his daughter’s basket. “Oh God, no not the whole bag of candy, dude, she’s gonna be off the walls,” he ended with as you laughed.

“It’s all I have left. You should take them, gives me a good excuse to not open the door anymore,” you said as you held up the empty bag. He seemed kinda shocked, eyes glancing up at you before he replied, “You positive?”

“Yeah, my friend’s been trying to get me to ignore the kids anyway,” you blurted out before clasping a hand over your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like that,” you mumbled as he snickered.

“Nah, you’re good,” he shook his head slightly. As soon as the words left his mouth, screaming started from inside the house. Both of you peered in and you shouted, “You good?”

He put his daughter down on your porch as he moved a little closer to the door. “Y/N YOU JUST MISSED THE REVEAL MAN OH FUCK,” your friend shouted from the living room. You turned back around to face him, rolling your eyes. Seeing his questioning expression, you clarified by pumping your fist in the air, “We’re watching a horror movie. Halloween nights woooo!”

“Mhm, so your name’s Y/N? That’s pretty,” he said as he casually licked his lips. You laughed a little and he raised his eyebrows at your reaction. Pointing at his daughter, you responded, “Sorry man, she’s like trying to eat the wrapping.” Reaching down, you took the candy bar from her hands and opened it a little. Breaking off a piece, you handed it to her and she giggled before smashing it in her mouth.

“Shit, I didn’t know she would do that, sorry,” you looked up at him. He was smiling and he waved it away.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry, I have tissues somewhere,” he dipped his hands into his pockets, searching as his daughter continued to spread the chocolate over her cheeks. Coming up empty, he grimaced.

“Hey, um if you want, you can come in and clean her up? Just take your shoes off at the door,” you suggested. He hesitated for a second before responding, “You sure?” Getting back up, you nodded, “Yeah, my friend won’t mind.”

Scooping up his daughter, he kicked his skateboard, propping it against the edge of the door. You picked up her pumpkin basket, seeing him struggle to keep her sticky face away from his jacket. As he toed off his shoes, he said, “I’m Colson, by the way.”

Closing the door behind you, you smiled at him. “Nice to meet you Colson. Bathroom’s down the hall, first door on the right. Let me know if you need anything.” He shot you a thumbs up from under his daughter’s legs.

Running into the living room, you sat back on the edge of your couch. You could feel the warmth on your face and you huffed before poking your friend. “Sooo, there’s a really cute guy in our bathroom right now with his daughter, how do I look?” you mumbled out as you struck a pose. She laughed, smacking your arm and you dropped the pose. “No I’m serious. Is this outfit the one?” you said, motioning to the stain on your shirt.

“Y/N!,” she screeched and you laughed, feeling happier than you had in awhile. This might turn out to be the best Halloween night yet, and all it had taken was a few king-size Hershey bars.

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dreamyjoons · 5 years

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catnapped // knj

⇢ sometimes pets know better. But you and Namjoon have never been good at accepting the truth, no matter where it comes from.

Genre/warnings: fluff, smut! a lil angst. neighbours!au, unprotected sex (be safe!), some dirty talk, a curse word or two.

Words: 8.2k

A/N: quick dumb (and mostly unedited lmao sorry) fic for Namjoon’s birthday! Keep your eyes out for more Joon content in the run up to Halloween 👀 enjoy!

“Phoebe! Stop barking or I’m calling you ‘Pee Pee’ again.”

Despite your intimidating threat, your dog wouldn’t stop. Rolling your eyes, you push up off your couch and walk to the pup, big brown eyes fixed on the window and her tail wagging like crazy.

You follow her line of vision, only to see a raggedy cat sitting on the window ledge outside. You’d seen it around before, often sitting on your ground-floor window to tease your dog. It was a scruffy looking thing, long hair sticking out in every direction, beady amber eyes glued to Phoebe. Even though it didn’t seem underweight it did look like a stray, and you didn’t want to stress it out any more.

You step in front of your dog and crack the window, just enough to squeeze your arm out.

“Hey little one, my girl isn’t gonna stop with your sitting there, so- hey!”

The cat ducks from your touch and darts in through your window. You struggle your arm back through the gap, ready to lift your dog away, but what you saw made you falter.

Phoebe’s tail was wagging, her little butt shaking with excitement as the the cat walked around her, brushing it’s head and tail against her.

“Oh.” Is all you could say, watching as they both sit together in the stream of sunlight that funnels past you.

Phoebe lays down first, the cat settling beside her, tail flickered over, slumped against your dog.

“Make yourself at home, I guess.” You sidestep away, eyes glued to the animals as you perch back on the couch.

You can’t drag your eyes away, waiting for the other shoe to drop and your dog to get a taste for kitty. But it doesn’t happen. They sit, joined at the hip as if they had been friends for years, eyes closing in the morning sun.

It didn’t look like it had a collar, and you realise you don’t even know it’s gender-

Until it sits up to aggressively lick itself, lifting its leg in the air and you realise the cat is male.

You drag your eyes away to give him some privacy, and settle to make yourself comfy. However a quick glance at the clock on your phone had you springing to your feet with a strangled cry, sprinting to get ready for work.

Hastily dressed and wiping toothpaste from the corner of your mouth, you refill Phoebe’s water bowl, stoop to give her a kiss and the cat a scratch behind his ear. You pull on your shoes, grab your bag and bolt for the door - if you were fast enough you would just make it in time.

Slamming it behind you and rummaging through your bag, you manage to crash into a body in the hallway.

“ I’m so sor- oh, it’s you.”

“Charming as ever, Y/N.”

You glare at Namjoon as he shrugs his jacket on over his blue vet scrubs. You raise an eyebrow at that, you mouth four steps ahead of your brain.

“Why are you wearing scrubs? Aren’t you a philosophy… thing?”

“Professor-“

“Whatever.”

“I volunteer at the vet clinic on my off days.” He finishes, hand slipping into his pockets as he looks at you.

You roll your eyes. A teacher and an animal lover? It’s like he was trying too hard to be a heartthrob. It made you want to throw up a little bit.

He runs a hand through his messy hair before pulling on his beanie. You watch the motion, remembering how his hands had once brushed through your-

Stamping that line of thought firmly from your brain, you turn from him and make your way out of the building block, heat bursting across your face. You push all thoughts of that aside and instead simmer on the fact that he just had to move into your apartment block. Of all the ones in the city!

“Hey, it’s not like I chose to live here knowing you were here too.” He sighs, and you turn back to him, horror on your face as you realise you said that aloud. He strides forward to walk alongside you, a faint scent of mint washing over.

“Why did you chose here though? I’d think there would be better places for a teacher-vet-know it all extraordinare to live.” You snap, although you wince at the harshness of your words.

“Because my salary is low for a starter and I volunteer, this is all I can afford.” He sighs, a sharp stab of guilt hitting you. You get to the door and he holds it open for you, and you murmur your thanks before walking through.

“Oh, sorry.” You squeak out, but he shrugs, turning a playful grin on you.

“It’s fine. Is there anything else you want to know? I’m a Virgo, I read four books at a time, I’ve seen you nak-”

“Nope, goodbye! Have a shitty day!” You shout, pulling your car keys from you bag and running to where your car sat. You could hear him chuckling behind you, but you ignored him. Asshole.

You get inside, belt up and turn on your car, but your eyes instinctively flick to Namjoon, unlocking his bike from the bike shed that came with your building. You watch as he throws his leg over the vehicle and pushes off. With a hot sigh, you pull out of the parking lot, temptation trickling through you to just knock him on the bike. Only a little bit.

-- --

The next few days pass easily. There was no Namjoon to taint your existence, you didn’t have work and you pup had found a new best friend and now wasn’t trying to tear all your shoes apart.

The cat was coming over to your place every day, climbing through the cracked window. You’d decided to leave it open so the cat could come and go as he wanted. If he needed a place to stay, you weren’t going to shut him out.

Peculiarly, the cat had taken a liking to one of Phoebe’s favourite chew things - a random slipper she had found somewhere. You’d come home from work one day and your dog had mysteriously found a slipper and could not be parted with it, no matter how long you chased her for it. After greeting your dog, the cat would sniff the slipper a little, rub his head on it and them continue on as normal. At first you were slightly perturbed, but soon you simply stopped noticing.

You even had bought a bag of cat food and a small bowl, and in a fleeting moment wondered if you should take it to the vet to get it checked for any owners. But you simply never did, letting the cat do as it pleased.

You were on your way back from the store with said pet food when you spotted the cat outside your complex. You laid down your bags and held your hand out, cooing at him whilst he lazily accepted your pets.

Once cat decided he’d had enough he stretched and walked off, slinking around the corner and out of sight.

“Hey, come back you little toe!”

“Who are you talking to?”

You turn and look behind you, only to be met with a crotch. You pan up, cheeks hot, to see Namjoon staring down at you. Gulping, you push to your feet and brush yourself off.

“A cat.” You say simply, walking back to your shopping and scooping the bags up. “Bye.”

You begin to walk away, but the cat food slips out of your grasp. You groan, but turn to scoop it up. Namjoon beats you to it, plucking it off the floor and holds it under his arm before sliding a bag from your grip.

“What are you doing?” You ask, sharp eyes watching his every move.

“Helping you, obviously.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“Because you were struggling…? Look, I know you still don’t like me, but school was a while ago now. Can’t we be civil?” His voice is low and imploring, his bright eyes piercing your soul.

You clear your throat, fighting to keep your temper down. You couldn’t say what was on your mind - not really.

“I was lucky to get my degree with the way you wouldn’t shut up during lectures.”

“I had questions!”

“Not every three minutes! Our professors could barely get through their slides, Joonie.”

The slip of his nickname makes his eyes wide, and you slam your mouth shut. A softness descents over him, fingers twitching as if he wants to reach out to you.

“Namjoon. I mean Namjoon.” The words feel blunt leaving you. Too sharp.

“Y/N-“

“Let’s just go.”

You turn and head into your building complex, Namjoon on your trail. Memories of him back when you studied together, your rivalry to be top of the class, the drunken night you’d shared.

Finally reaching your door, he plants your things down beside you and hovers awkwardly, large hands shoved in his pockets. Ignoring him, you slide your key into your lock, letting your door slide open. You push all your items inside before reluctantly turning to Namjoon.

“Well… thanks.” You say, a forced smile on your face.

He smiles back at you, and it nearly winds you. His dimple pops, warm smile spreading across his face. His eyes are squished but bright, solely focused on you.

You shake the starstruck hold from your brain, give him a small wave and disappear into your apartment. You press yourself back against the door, heart thumping.

The sound of him walking away is barely audible about the thundering in your ears.

This was stupid. It was only Namjoon. Sure, you’d thought he was hot in college. And just maybe he was still hot now. But he was also a know-it-all, and after your night together, he left you. You didn’t need that in your life.

You gather up your groceries and put it all away before making a small bowl of cat food and placing it down by Phoebe’s bowl.

The cat food turned out to be a success, as over the next couple of days the cat would come in and demolish his food next to Phoebe, the pair happily eating together before moving off to take a nap. Often they would end up on your bed.

That’s where you found Phoebe, belly up on your bed. You smile as you join her, curling up on the other side just to watch her. But soon you feel yourself drifting off, the faintest image of Namjoon lingering in your mind.

— —

A crash startles you awake from your nap, adrenaline pumping itself through your veins. Its was still light as you heading into early evening, the air crisp.

Looking around your room, you realise that Phoebe wasn’t with you. Assuming it to be her, you slip off your bed but pocket your phone just in case.

Grabbing a boot and brandishing it as a weapon, you move silently through the house to where the crashing was coming from. You take a deep breath, ignoring the thudding in your chest.

Poking your head around to your living room, you see the cat jumping headlong into your furniture before falling and spacing out on your floor.

You drop the boot as you watch the cat get to its feet and gallop into the back of your couch. He splays out, rolling onto his back and laying deathly still.

Phoebe runs to stand begins you, a confused yap bursting from her.

Panic floods through you as you run and drop to the cat’s side, only for it to look at you with spacey eyes.

You scoop him up in your arms, and groaning aloud, you grab your keys and dart out of your apartment.

“I’ll be two minutes baby!” You shout at Phoebe before you shut the door, running the few feet to get to the door across the hall.

You pound on the door, eyes flicking down to the cat who was barely moving. You hit the door again, only for it to fly open.

Namjoon stares at you, eyes darting down to the cat in your arms and back up to your panicked face.

“Y/N, what-“

“I don’t know what happened, but this cat was just going scatty in my apartment and running into things and it’s worrying me - he’s normally so chill. I thought because you volunteer at the vets-“

Face contorted in concern, he slips the cat from your arms and cradles it to his chest, stroking its head before checking him over. He turns and walks into his apartment, and you awkwardly follow.

With your haste you failed to realise that he was just standing in a pair of track pants and little else, his hair damp. You try and keep your eyes away, avoiding his back and the way drops of water from his hair trail down the planes of his back.

“Oh, it’s fine.”

“What?”

Namjoon turns back to you, tension dropping from him as he scratches under the cat’s chin. You forcefully ignore the way your chest seizes at the view, eyes fixing on his face.

“He’s fine. Homer here has managed to find himself a supply of catnip. He’s be alright in twenty or so.” He smiles at you, the cat’s tail flicking gently up his arm.

“Homer… catnip?” You ask, confused.

“This is Homer. My cat. Did you say he was in your apartment?”

“Your cat?!”

“Yep.” He turns and walks away, stooping to put the cat in a large cat pillow that sat under his window.

“I thought it was a stray.” You feel heat rush to your face at your words, but Namjoon simply laughs.

“I know, he looks scruffy as hell. But he’s perfectly healthy - we just can’t seem to tame his frizz.”

“Oh…”

“So is he the reason why you bought cat food the other day?” He asks, laughter dancing in his eyes.

You nod, a slight tinge of embarrassment creeping into your system. He walks back towards you, stopping just a few feet away.

“Thank you for looking out for him. I’m glad he’s going somewhere safe.” A soft smile slips on his face, warm and inviting. Your eyes dance across him, broad chest, dimple and all.

“So, uh… Homer? As in Simpson?” You ask, eyes snapping back up to his. If he noticed you staring, he doesn't show it.

“No! As in the Odyssey and the Greek writer Homer.” His eyebrows shoot up, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Right, so instead of a slight nerd, you’re a huge nerd.” You smirk, and there’s a small flip of delight in your stomach when he laughs, tucking his head into his chest.

“Yeah, well, the cat’s never complained.”

You both stand smiling, a ghost of something lingering around you. You feel the words hovering on the tip of his tongue, an answer to a question you wanted to know for a long time.

He can feel it too, you know it. He drags a lip in between his teeth, and you can practically see the thoughts brewing inside his mind. This was it, when you’d finally get your answer.

You move to speak but you’re cut off from a mangled cry of Homer the cat, wrestling around on his cat bed. Namjoon looks away, spell broken as he crosses his arms, almost self-consciously. Your eyes watch the movement, a hunger simmering deep down.

“I should probably-“

“Yeah you should check on him.”

You step back, only to walk into his door. He moves forward to see if you’re okay but you spin, yanking open his door and stepping out.

He walks to the door and waves you off, a slither of toned skin visible through the crack in the door. You snap your head away and power walk to your door, blowing out a steadying breath.

Once you’re safely in your apartment, you throw yourself on the sofa, Namjoon’s borad expanse of skin burnt into your brain, just as it had before.

The exhaustion of your day and the worry about Homer hadn’t helped your swirling mind. A small yap comes from nearby, followed by a cluster of paw and claws as Phoebe clambers onto you to sit on your chest.

You scratch her head between her ears, listening as her breaths get deeper and she begins to drift off.

“What am I gonna do, Phoebs?” You sigh, letting your mind wander back to Namjoon.

There’s so much about him that you wanted to let in. Sensitive, considerate, sweet, takes your snappy banter on the chin. But you felt like there was something else. You knew there was. After you had a drunken night together after college, you thought you saw somebody different. Maybe not.

You wake up the following morning in the same position on the sofa, a banging echoing from somewhere far off. Phoebe had wormed her way down awkwardly between your legs, and you knew as soon as you moved that your back was going to scream in discomfort.

The banging filtered into knocking in your sleep-addled brain, and groggily you got to your feet, your body stiff and aching. You were careful not to wake your pup and crept to the door.

You swing open to see Namjoon, standing awkwardly with something inside his coat. He looked flustered: his beanie was sitting slanted on his head, pushing his ears forward, his cheeks were reddened and his smile was sheepish.

“Uh, hey?” You croak, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“Hey, is this a bad time?” He asks quietly. A small smile slips onto your face, totally endeared by his softness.

“No, what’s wrong?”

“I er, I got you these...” he pulls his hand back from his coat, a small bundle of purple flowers wrapped with a piece of twine in his hand. You’re floored, the small purple bundle and the hopeful look in his eyes make your throat close up.

“W-what?” You stumble, reaching out to take the flowers from his shaky grip.

“I wanted to say thank you for looking out for my bab- Homer, I mean Homer. My Homer, the cat.” He fumbles over his words, his cheeks getting pinker the more he talks.

“Oh wow, thank you.”

“I remember you saying that you liked purple flowers.” He shrugs, but you can see his hands awkwardly fiddling with the edges of his coat.

“I said that… back in college?” Your eyebrows crease as you look at him, and he tries to hide his face in the folds of his coat collar.

“I guess I just remembered it.”

The warmth in your chest spreads, and you snap your eyes up to meet his. You feel yourself falling all over again - you do every time you see him.

Which was increasingly regularly since he moved into the apartment across the hall. You could avoid him easily when you wanted to, but when he looks at you that way, you forget why you don’t want to see him.

You open your mouth to speak, but you’re cut off by a yapping and a crash from inside the house.

“I gotta go-“

“Yeah, no yeah. Sure.” Namjoon stumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and stepping back, his eyes still on you.

“Thank you.” You say in a small voice, waving the flowers. He beams at you, and after basking in it for just a moment, you force yourself to close the door.

You walk into the lounge to see Phoebe standing on the sofa, slipper in her mouth. You walked forward to ask what’s wrong when she darts past you, jumping and scratching at the door.

Confused, you gently lay the flowers on your table before going and scooping up your dog. She lets out a defeated whine in your arms, letting the slipper fall from your grasp.

“Come on you weirdo, let’s take you out.”

— —

Work had been a bitch.

There was no simpler way to put it. Your boss channeled all their issues at you, extended your shift and managed to spill their coffee down your pants.

But when you saw Homer relaxing in the evening light out in front of your complex, tail flicking and squinting wistfully in the fading light, you felt your tension start to slip. His greying hair poked out in awkward directions, but he was carefree, making a smile slip onto your face.

“Hey little man.” You coo, squatting in front of him.

He gets lazily to his feet and stretches before climbing up into your lap, rubbing against your stomach. You hold in an excited squeal, simply channeling your excitement into delivering the best pets ever.

“He’s such a little attention seeker.”

You turn to see Namjoon standing behind you, vet scrubs on under a huge earthy jacket. Homer jumps from your lap to deliver Namjoon a small meow before disappearing into the street behind you.

“He’s a cutie.”

You push to your feet and walk to the door of the building, stopping to hold the door for him. He jogs to catch up, giving you a thankful smile. You walk in a comfortable silence occasionally side-eying each other. You stop where your paths diverge, the want to talk to him after your long day immense - but he beats you to it.

“Homer seems to like you. He’s not very friendly with people that aren't me.” He grins, turning to face you. You shrug, but you can’t help the smug satisfaction that seeps into your features.

“The boy’s got good taste.”

Namjoon laughs, a light tinkling sound that rocks you right to your core. You feel the smile grow on your face, the need to drag more giggles out of him rooting itself into your soul.

The evening light filters in through the tiny windows of your lobby, basking his skin in a glorious honey glow. His chocolate hair looks golden, sticking out awkwardly. You knew it was because he ran his hands through it when he concentrates- you remembered so many little intimacies about him from college. They were buried in the back of your mind, squirrelled away and saved for your darker day.

He looked like a painting, softened and divine, his eyes following your every move. It was intoxicating.

“Oh, he’s covered you in hair. Here…”

He steps forward and starts to pick some of the fluff off of your stomach, and you look down to see yourself covered in long grey and black hairs. He’s so close you can hear him breathing, the scent of his mint body wash drifting to your senses. His hands move fast yet so gently, tugging strands from the fabric of your shirt.

You lift your face, only to find his mere inches from you. His face is scrunched as he concentrates, completely unaware of how fast your heart is beating. You swallow thickly, and it seems to snap his attention to you as he turns his eyes on yours, expression softening as he searches your face. He was honey and gold in front of your eyes, all for you to explore.

You press your lips against his in an instant, want and desperation flooding your veins. He kisses you back, spreading his fingers over your lower back, dragging you against him. His lips are soft on yours, gentle and coaxing, inviting you to get lost with him.

You let him fill your senses, you mind, your soul. The way he holds you against his chest made all the past hurt start to slip away.

But then it slams into the front of your brain - the last time you’d let him in like this.

You pull back from the kiss, eyes wide as you stare up at him, lips tingling. His tender smile begins to slip when he sees the storm in your eyes.

“Y/N?”

“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry-“

“Why?”

“Because the last time this happened I woke up and you were gone, Joonie- no, Namjoon!”

You pull away from him, hating how wrong it felt for his fingers to be dragged from you. You step back into your door, scrambling behind you to get it open.

“Please, wait! There's been a misunders-“

You didn’t want to take your eyes off him, but you needed to leave. The door to your apartment swings open and you dart inside, a heavy weight on your chest dragging you down as you slam it behind you.

“Y/N?” His voice is soft as he knocks on your door.

You just know what he looks like. Mouth drawn to the side, eyebrows creased and the stars shattered in his eyes. He was an open book to you, and that hurt you more than it should.

“Please.”

You slide down the door, palms pressed to your eyes, bathing you in darkness. You don’t know how long you sit there, flushing the pain from your system.

You’d let yourself slip again.

This had happened before with Namjoon. You’d let him get close.

It had been a graduation party. There was alcohol, dancing, an accumulation of something that had been building between you for at least a year. He’d kissed you first - typical him, wanting to get ahead.

You jumped in to it anyway, your heart finally getting what it so desperately craved. You’d both stumbled back to his apartment, sloppily, drunkenly, tenderly spent the night in each others arms, a prospective hope settling in your bones. Hands and mouths, gentle kisses between rougher movements. It was damn near perfect.

But the next morning you’d woken up in his bed, no Namjoon, no explanation, nothing. You shot out of there, limping home to lick your wounds. You’d hoped that would be the end of the Namjoon saga, that you could get on with your life. But here you were, Namjoon moving into the apartment across from you five months ago - and a daily reminder of what had happened.

He’d tried to get in contact at first, but your pride was too sounded to hear him out and he stopped. It was some cruel twist of fate that he should move so close to you, and try as you might to stay mad at him, he’d do something so soft or flash you a tender smile and you’d forget everything.

But that was how you’d ended up here again. You wouldn’t get hurt a second time.

A small warmth pressed itself under your elbow, nuzzling it’s way under your arm.

You snap out of your spiral and look down at Phoebe, heart melting at her huge eyes. You scoop her into your arms and cuddle her close.

After what felt like an eternity, you get off the floor, pup in your arms, and walk through to your bedroom - but not before picking up the purple flowers from your counter and dropping them in the trash.

— —

You’d shut the window.

You knew it was unfair to take it out on the cat. Homer had done nothing wrong. But to be reminded of Namjoon at every turn, the memories of the cat at home against his bare chest… it was too much.

Phoebe had caught wind of the change too, and spent a lot of her day sulking in her bed and staring at you with big, pitiful eyes.

The cat food and bowl had been stuffed in a far away cupboard, out of sight and out of mind.

The days ticked by, your heart and mind a hardened shell. You had refused to let yourself feel anything. Before you had been too sensitive, and you weren’t going to repeat that again.

You sat on the rim of your bath and watched the water run, steam billowing out of your poorly ventilated bathroom and down the hallway.

You had zoned out, watching as the bubbles got dragged under as the hot water jetted into the tub.

With a quick glance down the hallway, you realise the steam had filled your apartment. Without thinking, you jog to the window and open it just a crack, letting some of the air slip outside and dissipate.

“Behave yourself.” You tell Phoebe, who still had the slightest smudge of peanut butter on her nose.

You’d tried coaxing her off the bed with some of her favourite treat, but it had proved fruitless, so you gave in and dropped her some peanut butter anyway.

Undressing and sinking into the water, you try and force your mind clear of everything. You had only been in the bath for fifteen minutes or so when you heard a loud clattering. Initially you wanted to ignore it, but the tug in your gut propelled you from the bath, robe thrown over yourself as you stride out to the living room.

“Phoebe?”

You scan the room, noting that she wasn’t in her bed. Anxiety taking grip, you search your apartment for her, getting more and more frantic with every minute. You looked under furniture, your closet, your bed, you even began opening cupboards.

The whole apartment searched, you stumble back into the living room, only to zone in your window - it had been pushed open wide, a gap big enough for Phoebe to fit through.

“No!” You shout, grabbing your keys and darting from your apartment.

You sprint out onto the street, eyes scanning the roads and pavements for your dog. Following the path round from your window, you found no trace of her. You couldn’t see or hear her anywhere, and with panic flooding you, tears begin to brim in your eyes. The accumulation of unfelt feeling starts to overflow, the built-up stress and hurt too much as tears made heavy tracks down your face. But despite the pain, you knew you needed help if you were gonna find your pup.

Pushing your bubbling hurt to the side, you dart back into the building and pound on Namjoon’s door. You banged incessantly until the door opened, a hollow feeling in your chest.

His annoyed expression at the banging morphed into shock when he sees you, panic in you face and short white dressing gown wrapped around you, silent tears tracking down your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, voice low and worried.

“My dog, I can’t find her, she’s not in my apartment!”

“Your dog?”

“Yes! She got out my window and I don’t know where she’s gone!”

“... is she a puppy? Big eyes, dark fur, has a thing for slippers?”

You feel your heart grind to a stop as you gawp at him, pulse thudding loudly in your ears.

He simply gestures for you to follow him before turning and walking away. You follow on quickly, shutting his door behind you and running to catch up with him. He stops by his window and points to his cat’s bed, relief flooding through your body.

There on the large cat bed lays Phoebe, wrapped up and asleep with Homer.

You rush forward and scoop her up, cradling her into your chest. She sleepily licks at your chin as Homer gets to his feet, rubbing against your bare calves.

“How did she get here?” You ask, voiced choked and uneven.

“Through my window. I heard this huge crash and came to see them on the bed together. It’s been a while since she was last here, I forget how much noise she made.”

“Last time?! Is she here a lot?”

You stare down at the dog, betrayal and concern tingling in your mind.

“Yeah, I had to get a bigger cat bed for her and Homer - they kept bickering over it.”

“Did you know she was my dog?”

“No- i just thought some random dog needed a place to stay.” He shrugs, blush creeping across his face at your incredulous stare.

You look down at the dog bed a see a partially chewed slipper - identical to the one that turned up in your apartment. Letting Phoebe go, you plant her in the bed before picking up the slipper, brandishing it at Namjoon.

“Have you lost the other one to this?”

“Yes…?”

“It’s in my apartment. I guess that explains why Homer’s been all over it.”

You turn and look at the traitorous animals, both amused and annoyed at their antics. Your animals had truly played you.

“Look, sit down and have some water. You need to destress.”

He places a gentle hand on your shoulder and steers you to his couch. He shuffles off to the kitchen, and you become hyper aware of how you're only wearing your bathrobe. You shuffle the material to cover yourself a little more modestly as he walks back, holding a glass out to you.

You thank him and take a sip, eyes darting to your dog, who was now curled up with Homer again.

“What are we gonna do about them?”

“Well I don’t see how we can stop them - they always seem to find a way back to each other.”

You try not to read too deeply into his words, not wanting to apply them with what you had. But you look at him, soft and concerned, and you can’t help but fall into that spiral.

“I should go-“

“Y/N-“

“Thanks for looking after my dog.”

You get to your feet and hurry over to Phoebe, but she darts away from you, sprinting around the apartment and avoiding your grip.

Namjoon tries to head her off, but she springs out of the way, her and Homer escaping towards Namjoon’s bedroom.

“Looks like she doesn’t want to be separated.”

“Well tough, we have to go.”

“You don’t-”

“I do Namjoon.” You try to be assertive, but your voice cracks. You had to leave, you couldn’t be here any longer.

“You don’t, I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.”

“It’s too late for that. “

He stares at you, chest heaving as he takes in steadying breaths. He steps close to you, reaching out to hold your hand in his. You want to pull away from his touch but you don’t, letting his fingers entwine with yours, large thumbs soothing over your knuckles.

“I’ve hurt you?” His voice is quiet and broken, shock filling his face.

So it would finally happen. You’d get answers. But the prospect scared you - what if he left because he didn’t want you the way you wanted him? You swallow thickly, carefully arranging the words in your head.

“After our night together at the graduation party.”

“I remember, but you left me.”

Your mouth drops, hurt and anger bubbling up inside you. You ignore the vulnerability in his voice, or the way his fingers feel laced with yours.

“I was the one that woke up alone in that bed, Namjoon. Not you.”

“I went out to get us some coffee as my apartment was empty. I thought you’d still be asleep when I got back, but you were gone.”

“What?”

Your eyes widen, fixed on his face, searching for a hint of a lie. Anything to validate what you had been feeling ever since that night. He turns his head away, cheeks reddening as he takes a deep breath.

“I know, it sounds stupid. But I’d been trying all year to get your attention. And I finally had you in my arms, but you were gone hours later.”

“I didn’t know…”

“I know that now… I tried to move on, but I moved here and began seeing your face everywhere like some cruel cosmic joke. And you didn’t want to talk, so I had to harden up.”

“Joonie…”

His eyes snap back to you, the nickname you’d always called him in the more tender moments of your relationship. A fire grows in his eyes, his fingers electric in your touch.

He pulls you to him and crashes his lips onto yours, free hand reaching up to cup your face. He kisses you like a man starved, like he’d lose you if you let go.

You feel your heart soar in your chest, a giddy relief washing over you. Although there was a tinge of guilt gnawing at you both misunderstanding each other for so long, there was a sense of hope tingling in your veins.

“I’m sorry…”

He murmurs, planting soft kisses on your cheek and lips.

“I never wanted you to get hurt.”

“I’m sorry too, if I’d have known…” you whisper, knotting your hands in his shirt.

He backs you into a wall, mouth back on yours. Finally detaching from your fingers, he snakes his hand to grab your ass, cupping it and holding you against him.

The kiss deepens, and you knot your fingers in his hair and pull him closer, rolling your hips at him.

He growls into your kiss, and finally, finally you were both heading somewhere good-

A loud bark echoes out from beside you, and you and Namjoon break apart to stare at the offending noise maker.

Phoebe sits beside Homer and stares at you, little tail wagging. You stare at her, making a mental note to give her a nice dollop of peanut butter later.

“Maybe we should move this somewhere more private.” Namjoon whispers, hopeful that the pets wouldn’t hear.

You nod, and grabbing you by the hand, he pulls you down the hallway towards his bedroom. He closes the door behind you, but not before the pets manage to dart in.

“Uh…”

Namjoon tries to usher them out, but they excitedly slip between his hands. It was almost comical, watching him chase your pets, but it made you heart flutter in your chest. It was something you could watch unabashedly forever.

“You know what, you win.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you towards his closet, shutting you both inside the tight space. He stumbles over boots and pushes the clothes down on the rail, making space to cage you in against the wall.

“Namjoon, what-“

“They can’t hear or see us in here. I know because once I thought Homer was missing for a whole day but he was just asleep in here and couldn’t hear me.” He beams at you, and you don’t know whether to be shocked or amused.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

“What’s the matter?” He asks, letting his hands trail across your body and gently begin to unknot your robe. “Don’t think I can make you feel good anywhere?”

You balk at his words, but your body heats up at his confidence.

“Not a closet.”

He smirks, tipping your chin to face him as he kisses you, soft and slow.

You feel his hands tug at yours robe, finally freeing the knot and sliding it off your body. He pulls back looks down at you, a dark look in his eyes.

He slides his hands over your hips, tracing his fingertips across your skin until he reaches your slit. You gasp at the contact, but widen your legs to give him easier access. He smirks, moving in to kiss you.

Once you’d fallen into the kiss, his finger traces lightly over your clit making you gasp against his lips. His touch is feather-light at first, barely giving you enough friction but too good to stop.

His mouth begins to move across your jaw, kissing his way down your neck and across your shoulders. A moan slips out of you, and you can feel him smirk into your skin.

Finally, he begins to add some pressure, his fingers moving in slow circles over your clit. Your hands fly to his shoulders, fingers getting lost in the fabric as you let him work you up.

“Feel good?” He whispers into your neck, a shiver running down you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

His finger runs down your slit to gather some of your pooling wetness on it before gliding back over your clit. He presses a harder finger to you, leaving you gasping.

His mouth finally sinks lower, latching onto one of your nipples. He swirls the bud under his tongue, pulling off with a teasing graze of his teeth before he moves onto the other. You suck in a breath, fingers firmly knotted in his shirt.

You feel your hips move under his hand, and he looks up at you with a triumphant glint in his eye as he pulls off your nipple with a pop.

Not one to be outdone, you slide a hand down from his shoulder and let it slip into the waistband of his track pants. You pull them and his boxers just low enough to let his cock spring free, stiffening and slightly curved, begging for attention.

His eyes wide at you as he releases your nipple, bringing his face level with yours.

“You want to play this game?”

“What game, Joonie?” You ask innocently as you let your hand lazily pump up his hard length.

His hips stutter at your touch, a smirk growing on your face. He lets out a shallow laugh, letting his head rest in the crook of your neck just for a second before bringing his face level with yours.

“So you do want to play.”

At his words, he slides his hand down your soaking slit to press a finger at your entrance before slowly, softly pushing the digit inside. He curls his finger inside you, building up from a slow pump until you throw your head back against the wall and whimper. He shifts so that his thumb reaches your clit, rubbing the sensitive bud.

When your vision stops swimming you lock eyes with him, silent challenge accepted.

You gather the precum that leaks out of his tip and watch him shiver at the touch, before spreading it down his length, lubing him up. You then began to lazily twist your hand up his length, watching his eyes haze over.

He surges forward to kiss you, both of your hands working each other higher and higher.

Your kisses turn to moans against each other’s mouth. He slips a second finger inside you, curling against your soft spot. You repay the pleasure, twisting your grip quickly around the head of his cock and watching his eyes flutter with the motion.

His hips thrust into your hands, his forehead creased, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. His posture stiffens, his breathing heavier and soon you know it’ll be over for him.

With his free hand he pulls you off his length, pushing your hand back to the wall. He pulls the your other from his shirt and pins your wrists to the wall with one hand.

You whimper at the motion, pinned whilst he pumps his fingers inside of you. Your walls clench down on him, your hips thrusting off the wall and further into his hand.

“Joonie-“

“Cum on me.”

He presses his lips onto yours, and with a few final flicks over your clit you come undone. You gush over his fingers, your orgasm rolling through your body as you whine out his name again and again.

He watches you as you work through it, finally easing off when your body slows, your breath ragged.

“So beautiful.” He smiles, and you blow out a hot breath and laugh.

He presses you both against the wall, kiss searing and needy, large hands gripping all over your body.

“Off.” You groan out, tugging his tee over his head and watching him move away to tug his track pants and boxers off.

He stumbles slightly over a pair of boots, but kicks off his clothes and presses back against you, ghost of a laugh falling from his lips.

“Up.” He commands, tapping the back of your thighs. You raise your eyebrow at him, but he rolls his eyes.

“Jump up, Y/N.”

You do as he says, wrapping your legs around him, the warmth of his skin hot against yours. With his hands supporting your ass, you reach between you and run his cock through your wet folds, watching the goosebumps rise on his skin. You could watch him forever, rolling your hips slightly across his length.

He sucks his breath between his teeth, eyes darting to yours. You raise an eyebrow at him, daring him to do something. He bucks at you, the tip of him brushing across your clit and you gasp, realising that enough was enough - you needed him.

Slowly you line him up and begin to let him push inside of you, the slow delicious drag of his cock making your head drop to his shoulder. He lets out a low groan in your ear, holding you both steady when he finally bottoms out.

You stay there for a moment, lips meeting to kiss, slow and soft. But then he pulls back and pushes home, making you moan into him.

He starts a slow pace, watching his cock drag in and out of you. His eyes stay glued, transfixed by the way you take his cock in. With a quick clench your walls, he snaps out of his stare and drops his head back, the feeling too good to handle.

His thrusts start getting faster, his grip tight on your ass. Bringing his head back up to yours, he rests in the crook of your neck, hot breaths rolling down your chest.

You take the opportunity to plant kisses and marks along his throat, each thrust causing you to suck a little harder on his skin.

“Too good.. can’t…” he moans, and you try to let out a light laugh, but it’s more of a strangled moan.

He pulls out of you, and you carefully set your feet down on the floor. You feel terribly empty without him inside you, your chest seizing at the thought. But with a quick peck on the lips he spins you round, pressing his chest to your back and pinning you to the wall.

Grabbing both your hands, he laces his fingers with one and holds them above your head. You bring yours cup the other side of his hand, his large fingers soft in your grip. Slowly he slides his free hand down your arm, goosebumps rising along your flesh as he rolls it down your body until finally he lines himself up again.

He’s not as gentle this time, entering you just enough before then slamming home. You gasp beneath him, all you can do is push back your hips to meet him.

The drag of him feels so good inside you. He presses his lips against your ear, his panting filling your senses.

“Feel good baby, you like the way I fill you up?”

You nod, face pulled tight as he slams into you. His hand move over your hips to rub at your clit, circling the sensitive bud deftly. His curved length starts hitting your g-spot, and soon you’re seeing stars.

“So tight… even better than last time, Y/N.” He kisses the shell of your ear.

“Joonie…” you whisper, clenching down on him.

You can feel his hips stuttering, and the thrusts he pounds into your graze your stiff nipples against the cold wall. The sensations crash over you both, and you realise you’re both not gonna last much longer.

“Gonna cum baby, where?” He asks, breathy voice little more than a whisper.

“In me, just cum in me. Implant.” You grunt out, your grip tight on his hands.

“You’d like that, Y/N? Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

His voice has a croak, deep and sensual, and his fingers rub across your clit, rubbing you higher and higher until your body can’t hold back.

Your orgasm crashes through you, a strangled cry of his name leaving you as your walls clench. The pressure catches Namjoon and soon he’s coming too, filling you as he rides out his last few thrusts inside of you. Your throbbing core milks him totally, leaving you positively tingling.

You both still, your breath ragged and head swimming. You angle your head back to smile at him, only for him to beam right back. He moves his hands to grasp your own, bringing your entwined hands down to wrap around your middle, hugging you against him.

He kisses you, lazily and soft, contentment thrumming in your veins. You stay there for just a moment, feeling lighter than you had ever felt.

“We should probably get out of the closet.” He murmurs against your lips and you smile, nodding.

Reluctantly you both separate, gathering your clothes and hastily redressing. With a coy smile and locking your fingers, Namjoon opens the closet door and walks you both out on shaky legs.

On his bed sits Homer and Phoebe, curled up together and waiting expectantly. Phoebe’s tail wags excitably, whilst Homer whickers small meows at you both.

“Alright, I hope you’re both happy. Little traitors.” Namjoon tells them, blush creeping across his face.

You bark out a laugh, and he turns to watch you, dimply smile spreading across your face. You turn your head shyly, but his hand gently grasps your chin and turns you back to face him, thumb grazing across your cheeks.

“Come on,” you smile, pulling out of his hold and tugging Namjoon towards his kitchen. “You owe me that coffee.”

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reddielibrary · 4 years

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Halloween

Written by @beautifullillis

Gift for @sam-i-am2468

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Word count: 2802

Rating: T

Eddie’s feet hit the sidewalk as he walked towards Bill’s house, where all the Losers were meeting. He was wearing his Spiderman costume he’d picked out, matched with a pair of black converse and the coat his mother made him wear. He felt dumb all of a sudden, all the littler kids he passed didn’t have on a winter coat, none of them were covered in lights and glowsticks so they had no chance in hell of getting run over by a car. All the little kids just skipped along, showing their mom’s the bags of candy they’d acquired in the past half hour. He kept his eyes in front of him from then on, not wanting to get sad over all these little kids who just so happened to have parents that had the stamina to walk blocks upon blocks in order to get as much candy as possible. Ever since he was four Eddie’s mom would ask Bill’s mom to take him trick-or-treating, saying the walk would kill her feet. She didn’t even hand out candy, preferring to stay planted in her chair, as she always did, and watching her shows while eating the family size bag of candy she’d bought at the local supermarket for that night. The thought of it had Eddie shuddering. How can someone sit like that all day? He shook his head, hoping the thought would bounce around on the inside of his skull and get stuck in the crevices of his brain for awhile.

As Bill’s house came into view towards the end of the street, Eddie let his jacket sag off his shoulders.He was already wearing a pair of long underwear under his costume so the jacket just made him uncomfortably hot. When the others noticed him, they started to wave. “Spaghetti boy, get your ass up here! You’re late!” Richie said with a smile. Eddie eyed his werewolf costume, a pair of ears clipped in his curly hair, fake teeth stuck in and the rags-for-clothes outfits; he’d look kinda scary if his eyes weren’t the size of dinner plates. “Shut the fuck up four eyes, try getting out of my house on time some time. It’s not easy.” Eddie shouldered Richie as he eyes the others around him. Bill was dressed as a Naruto character, wearing a headband and a face mask. Eddie scrunched his nose at the costume, not really one for anime himself but understanding that there was a small Georgie Naruto running around in said character's costume. The next in his line of site was Stan, though the closest thing his culture had was tzedakah, a tradition where jewish children would dress up as sages, princesses, heroes, and clowns and go door to door in their community to ask for donations for the needy, Stan’s father had started letting him go trick-or-treating with his friends about three years ago. Said boy was currently wearing a red and white striped sweater with a beanie and round glasses. He looked kinda cute with the glasses and his curls popping out under the hat. Next was Mike, he was dressed as Frankenstien’s monster, fake stitches here and there along with different parts of his body (like his hand or his neck) painted a couple shades darker or lighter than his original skin tone. Lastly was Ben and Bev, Ben wearing all white with wings and a halo while Bev smiled devilishly next to him in her red and black ensemble, adorning horns and a tail to finish the look. Eddie nodded at all their costumes. “You guys put effort in, I’m proud.”

Mike and Bill laughed at his joke, Stan rolling his eyes. “Well now that you’re here we can grab George and head out.” Stan said, looking as kids walked towards the front porch they had been standing on. “Too many little brats.” He mumbled and scooted a couple steps back to get out of the way of their grabby hands and sticky fingers. “Yeah, sorry bout that. Mom wanted pictures and all that.” Eddie stepped to the side too, back past richie out the kid's path of terror.

“Yeah we get it, your mom likes to terrorize you.” Richie said as he swiped a hand through Eddie’s hair. Eddie scowled and stepped away.

At this point everyone was ready to head out, their thirteen year old bodies ready to consume the sugary goodness that game with the holiday. “Alright m-mm-mom!” Billed yelled through the screen door as the little brats ran past him, back out into the neighborhood. “We’re g-ga-gonna head out.” Bill stuttered as he moved his face mask to talk clearly. “Alright sweetheart, make sure to keep an eye on your brother.” Ms. Denbrough was now at the screen door, opening it for Georgie to slip out. He Naruto ran past the group of preteens and down into the grass to run in circles, gripping the neon green pumpkin-bucket in his hand as he did so. “I’ll m-m-mmm-make sure he never l-leaves m-my sight.” Bill said to his mom, a small salute as he turned to walk down the stairs, his own candy bag in hand. Ms. Denbrough smiled at her son and looked over his group of friends, Bev and Ben following Bill down the stairs as Richie snuck a blowpop from the candy dish. When her eyes found Eddie she frowned. “Are you hot sweetie?” She asked as the small boys still had his coat sagging off his shoulders. “Y-yeah..” Eddie admitted, not sure if Bill’s mom was gonna snitch on him to his own mom. “Why don’t you leave your coat here until you kids get back?” She asked and opened the screen door to grab the garment from Eddie’s hands. Eddie smiled and passed it to her with a big smile. “Thank you!” He smiled up at her, turning to follow all his friends who had made their way to the sidewalk, Georgie laughing as Richie and Bill made fart noises at eachother like the mature eighth graders they were. Eddie caught up to them and smiled, starting to pull glow sticks from around his neck to hand out amongst the group.

They made their way to the north side of town, hitting as many houses as possible on their way. Georgie’s bucket was almost full as they made it to their destination, the nice side of town. The bigger houses out here were where the new families who came to Derry moved into. The houses were newer, just having been developed in the past five years instead of being around since the 20/30s’ like most if this shitty’s towns buildings. “You ready to get those full size candy bars Eds’?” Richie asked as they strolled up to the first house, his hand brushing Eddie’s, making the smaller of the two blush. Eddie put a scowl on his face, looking up at his lanky friend. “Fuck you. I told you not to call me that.” Eddie mumbled back. Richie just laughed and stepped forward to mess with Bev, leaving Eddie to be sucked into a conversation with Stan and Mike. “That was kinda gay.” Stan whispered to Eddie. “I noticed.” Eddie mumbled as he fell into step with Stan. Mike laughed at the two of them, placing his hand on Stan’s shoulder as they walked. “Talk to him Eddie.” Mike encouraged as they watched Richie and Bev knock on the door of the house’s door. They followed their friends up the house’s steps let out a “Trick-or-Treat!” As they walked back to the sidewalk, Georgie swinging his glow stick around as he and Bill fought about the best Naruto character at the front of the group, Stan, Mike and Eddie still talking about Eddie’s low self esteem at the back. “I’d rather not ruin my friendship like that.” Eddie said as he looked at the full size MilkyWay he was given at the last house. “You never know.” Mike said, looking down at Eddie. “Yeah, for all you know Richie could have just as big a crush on you as you have on him.” Stan said, keeping his voice low as he spoke. Eddie looked at the side of Richie’s face as he spoke to Bev and Ben, Richie ruffling both of their

heads of hair with a smile. Eddie sighed as he thought about how Richie would pat his head some times, the way it made Eddie’s heart pound and his cheeks warm up as he’d hide his face and scowl at his own feelings.

They hit a couple more houses before Bill suggested they start to head back, pointing out Georgie’s yawn and saying all the running around must have worn him out. Richie made a joke about how he likes to wear himself out and Bev decked him in the arm. She told him to watch his trashmouth and pushed him to the back of their small group. He landed next to Eddie who was messing with his gloves. “Hey Eds’!” Richie said and threw an arm around the smaller boy. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that.” Eddie mumbled as he looked up to Richie’s eyes. Richie was still smiling when Eddie met hie eyes, as if laughing at something in his own head. “Can I help you?” Eddie asked as he looked to the back of Stan’s hat covered head, not trying to catch Richie’s eyes again after the look he just caught. “Yeah actually,” Richie said as he pulled Eddie into him by the arm around he’d thrown around Eddie’s shoulders. “I wanna talk to you, just us two.” Richie said, patting Eddie’s shoulder before letting go of him all together. He whistled along to the sounds of the monster mash playing from one of the houses, Eddie’s eyes watching him for a couple seconds before looking back at the front of the group. Georgie was in Bill’s arms, his neon green bucket in his hand as he laid his head on Bill’s shoulder and watched all the other children retreating to their homes. His nerves started to get to him the more they walked, Richie putting his two cents in where he thought needed while their friends spoke about the plans for the upcoming weekend. Eddie bit his lip as he thought about all the possible things Richie could want to talk about. This week’s math test? Did he have something in his teeth? Did he lose the comic Eddie had let him borrow? His head was pounding with the possibilities, his feet scraping the ground as he lingered behind. Richie’s whistling never faltered as they came closer to Bill’s house. The blow-up decorations were still on and the fake spiderwebs still covered the porch as they passed the family’s mailbox and headed to the front door. “Well that was a good night!” Bev said happily as she sat on Bill’s steps, pulling Ben down beside her. “It wasn’t horrible.” Stasn said with a shrug, pulling a lollipop from his bag to eat. “Speak for yourself.” Eddie mumbled, no one hearing him as he opened the screen door for Bill. He popped his head in to grab his coat off the hook and smiled at Mrs. Denbrough. “Did you have a good time sweetie?” She asked as she walked towards her older son to grab the younger one from his arms.

“Y-yuh-yeah. It was f-fffff-fun.” Bill answered as he looked back at Eddie. “Got anything g-guh-g-good?” He asked, pointing to the bag Eddie was carrying. “Yeah, I think I got some caramel popcorn in Jackson.” Eddie said as he opened the bag, pulling out the orange bag of popcorn to show the trio in front of him. “That sounds yummy.” Mrs. Denbrough said as she patted Georgie’s head. “Alright boys, I’m going to put this little gut to bed.” She waved and wished the group of pre-teens goodnight, all of them waving back. “Alright,” Bill started as he led Eddie back out onto the porch and addressed the group. “Let’s m-mm-meet up in t-the cafeteria during b-buh-breakfast time to trade c-cah-cah-candy.” He stretched his arms above his head, hsi own yawn coming out. Bev and Ben stood back up, fingers laced together. “Alrighty.” Bev said and waved at her friends with a big smile on her face, Ben giving a less dramatic wav and a

sheepish smile. “See you tomorrow then.” She led Ben to the sidewalk before waving one last time and heading towards Ben’s house to walk him home. Stan took a step away from the group next, saluting back to them. “Gotta head home before dad gets worried.” Stan stated, lollipop hanging out of the side of his mouth. “I’ll see you losers tomorrow.” He called out and crossed the street before ducking between to houses to get home faster. Eddie looked at the spiderman wristwatch he’d been gifted for his birthday. “Looks like i should start to head home too.” He said to the three other boys, stepping back and putting his coat back on. “That’s my cue.” Richie said as he winked at Bill. “Gotta make sure the valuables get home safe.” Bill and Mike laughed with Richie at his small joke. Eddie pushed past them and started to walk down the street towards his house.

Richie’s feet pounded on the sidewalk as he caught up with Eddie. It was dark out now, the only light guiding them was the street lamps shining down and the string lights people had hung up in preparation for tonight. “Slow down shortstack!” Richie called out behind him. Eddie turned to look at him, scowl on his face. “Don’t call me that!” Eddie snapped at him and turned around to keep walking home. Richie just smiled and laughed, clapping a hand down on Eddie’s shoulder. They turned the corner as Richie started to whistle again, the noise frying Eddie’s nerves. They walked in the sound of their mixed footsteps and the high pitched whistling for a couple blocks until they reached the intersection by Eddie’s street. Richie’s hand on his shoulder stopped Eddie from crossing. “Eds’,” Richie started as he looked up at the stars and the moon. “I-I’ve been wanting to tell you something for awhile.” Eddie’s breath caught in his throat at the way Richie looked down at him. Richie’s blue eyes flashed with emotions, too fast for Eddie to catch anything other than the seriousness that pooled in them. “What?” Eddie barely got out, throat suddenly dry and cheeks hot. Richie studied his face before looked left and right, making sure no one was around. “Eddie,” He said, his voice softer than usual. Eddie couldn’t think when he looked at him like that. “Richie.” He whispered back, not liking how this was going. Richie would never confess to him, why would he? Richie trashmouth I-talk-about-tits-more-than-anything-else Tozier? Yeah no way Eddie’s feelings were returned! He should walk away. Leave before Richie smells the homosexual radiating off of him. He should run and try to forget it all. Make up an excuse to escape-

“I like you.” Richie whispered. Eddie’s face heated up and and he closed his eyes, not wanting to see Richie’s face when he started to laugh at him. “That’s not funny Rich!” Eddie yelled at him. “Just cause all the other kids call me a homo doesn’t mean you can make fun of me with that too!” Eddie opened his eyes again, feeling tears start to pool in the corners of them. “Ed-” Richie started, taking a step back and let his arm fall by his side. “No Richie!” Eddie said back to him. “If you’re gonna make fun of me, stick to the regular insults.” Eddie wiped his eyes before the tears could spill. “Eddie.” Richei started again. “I just want to be like all the other boys!” Eddie felt his breath shake “Eddie!” Richie said again. “Did Stan tell you! Does he think this is as funny as you do?” Eddie asked, feeling more weak than ever as he had to look up at Richie. “Eddie!” Richie yelled back at him and grabbed Eddie’s shoulders. “Eddie, this isn’t a joke. I’m not making fun of you.” Richie pushes a couple of Eddie’s brown curls off his forehead. “I really like you.” He whispered and looked into the other boy’s eyes. Eddie just looked up at

Richie with teary eyes. “Y-you do?” He asked and Richie smiled down at him. “Of course I do.” Richie said with a smile as he cupped one of Eddie’s cheeks. Eddie felt his lower lip tremble. “Wow you’re such a sap.” He said with a smile and a sniffle. Richie laughed at the small boy, thinking of how head over heels he was for him.

#reddie #halloween event 2019 #beautifullillis

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malumsmermaid · 4 years

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For the Halloween asks: Ghost, Trick or Treat, Horror Flick, Bat and Corn Maze -notinthesameguey

Ghost: Do you get scared easily?

With like a jump scare yeah, I will jump back, put my hand to my chest and not breath for a second like an old lady. But I have 100% laughed my way through a haunted house because of my friends’ reactions.

Trick or Treat: What was your favorite halloween costume?

Ok so in fourth grade I was the horse girl tm and that particular year we made our halloween costumes and I was: a horse. So I was wearing a black hoodie painted with a white splotch over my butt that was dotted because...appaloosas. There was a yarn mane on the hood and ears on the top of the hood. Think I was also wearing sweatpants with a tail.

Also a few years ago I was bored and drew Alex’s skeleton tattoo on my left arm and then pulled out my black and white flannel, pulled my hair back and tucked most of it under a beanie and arranged some of it so that I was “2009 Alex Gaskarth.” I’ll find the selfie I took later and reblog this with it.

Horror Flick: Do you like scary movies? If so, which one is your favorite?

I’ve really only watched a couple. I watched Blair Witch Project for the first time last year, and I watched Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark in theaters recently? I think it was a remake or something idk. I prefer watching paranormal shows like ghost adventures and ghost hunters and listen to Two Girls One Ghost tbh. Just give me a good old ghost story, you know?

Bat: Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have two yellow lab mutts and a betta fish lol

Corn Maze: What is your favorite autumn activity?

As much as I love roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over a fire, it’s gonna have to be a corn maze. Last time I went to one I was still in school in good old Drenchburg and had to sit in my dorm after with some lysol wipes cleaning mud off of my boots since it’d been raining all week....still a good time though.

Halloween Asks

#ask game #notinthesameguey #wonderlandiswhereitsatyo

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szopenhauer · 4 years

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Whens the last time you ate bread? today

Do you attend school, college, or uni? no longer

If you could speak three different languages fluently, what would they be? I already speak two so dunno if I can add three more or just one?

Where,in your current country, would you like to live, other than where you do now? Ełk

Where wouldn’t you want to live? śląsk

Do you like sheer clothing? nah

Llamas or sheep? llamas

Can you iron? yes?

Can you work the washing machine? theoretically

Do you like your photo being taken? I don’t

Do you like taking photos of yourself? funny selfies

How many magazzines do you buy a month? 1 but my mom buys several

How many of them are car-related? none

What about fashion? maybe mom’s but it’s more possible that I’d buy fashion related mag than one about cars

Any celeb gossip ones? mom’s? I hate those

Are you excited to live on your own? I’d be :3

When do you plan on moving out? hopefully soon

What gives you confidence? when I need to protect someone, help someone weaker, want to make fun of myself to make someone smile or when I’m sure of my knowledge/experience/memory but I rarely am confident

Is there a habit you’re currently trying to kick? maybe

Have you ever dated someone with very different sexual tastes than you? not very

Have you ever said anything you regretted while drunk? never been drunk

Has anyone ever been extremely jealous of you? Do you know why? not extremely

What do you wish you’d spent more time doing five years ago? eating?...

What is the most meaningful gift you’ve ever given? it’s not for me to judge

Do you feel as though someone ‘won’ in your last break up? umm...

What is something most people are turned on by but you’re not? penis

do you daydream?: less than I used to do you dream at night?: not every night but I do when you’re sick, do you like to be pampered, or left alone?: depends who’s the better actor, jack nicholson or anthony hopkins?: Nicholson if someone cries while watching a sad movie do you laugh at them?: wtf... I cry myself how often do you change your sheets?: rarely, I hate fresh laundry, can’t sleep because of allergy even tho I use special detergents :( are you high maintenance?: not when it comes to money but I'm still a burden deliveryman at your door - who’s the package from?: shirt that I ordered :D do you wear socks with sandals?: I don’t wear sandals would you marry for money?: if I had to but don’t wanna would you vote for a woman president?: why not Are looks/appearances really important?: a little if someone lied to you and came clean is that forgivable?: depends Do you like Final Fantasy? Which one do you prefer of all?

Do you like Lady Gaga? I like some of her songs Don’t you hate when your foot falls asleep? with passion >.< Do you bless random people when they sneeze? sometimes I might Dark, milk or white chocolate? white or at least milk

Last thing you ate? sandwich Was today a good day? sigh... What are you listening to? russian musicians like Valery Meladze What was the last movie you cried at? Five feet apart You’re getting drunk, what do you drink? but I don’t want to drink/get drunk What do you think of Justin Bieber? I hate him Is the closest saturday going to be a good one? today is Saturday and next one is gonna be the last day before hospital so very anxious Where were you when you last cried? home Would you be bothered if your boyfriend/girlfriend did drugs? I think so Last time you threw up from drinking? that never happened Would you rather get your tongue or lip pierced? lip Do you get sea sick? I didn’t but who knows Do you download music illegally? I don’t download music now at all Hugged anyone today? parents Do you drink every weekend? I don’t drink at all Do you have any scars? meh Have you ever cried at a book? few times only, movies make me cry way more often Would you ever get a tattoo on the inside of your lip? what for? Can you sleep in total darkness? I don’t like to FALL asleep in total darkness but sleep is fine Is there someone who you can spend every minute with and not get annoyed? there isn’t Have you ever fallen in the toilet when you were little?: it’s possible, I don’t recall XD but I stepped into the bathtub in tights at least once

Who was your best friend in 5th grade?: P.

What was the first Beanie Baby you ever got?: never had one? Can you keep a spoon on your nose?: doubt it What is your favorite farm animal?: chicken Do you lie to your parents in order to get your way?: I might exaggerate Do you like to play Monopoly?: yup Have you ever stayed overnight in the hospital?: many times and will soon again What size bra do you wear?: *shrug* not sure, I buy what feels good enough on me but even if I knew that would be personal Who was your favorite Sesame Street/Muppet character?: Oscar, Bert (I always say Bern or Bernie), Big bird, Elmo was pretty cool too

*I actually adore puppet shows like this

When was the last time you found yourself somewhere you didn’t want to be? May I ask where that place was? now, in my house because of ppl

Do your eyes ever twitch? very rarely

When did you last offer to do something that you really didn’t want to do? this day

When did you last feel forced into something? I’m forced to live so...

Assuming you have any, is your hair soft today? assuming I have any lmfao

Who did you last worry about and why? besides myself - my father

Are you currently looking for a new place to live? I wish

Can you see any toys from where you’re sat? shitload

Have you ever been embarrased by something you’ve said or a noise you’ve made during sex or kissing? maybe

Who or what was the subject of the last photograph you took? auto-portrait

Do you eat your dinner at a dining table, coffee table or just off your lap? depends

When did you last see the sea? on a pic or irl? because if in real life then almost 20 years ago

Have you ever experienced contagious yawning? ppl yawning doesn’t make me wanna yawn Can you handle movies involving lots of bugs and insects? not maggots and not dead bugs Were you ever a vampire for Halloween? yeah

Are you borrowing books from anybody at the moment? my sister Do you keep scissors in your kitchen? If so, where? my mom does couple pairs but not always in the same place Is there a book store in walking distance? there isn’t, just library When was the last time you used a pay phone and who were you calling? camp? my parents? What is the funniest movie you’ve seen recently? I didn’t watch any funny movies lately, the last one was The princess bride that I decided to see in the last months

Is there any kind of design on your socks? stripes How long until you kiss someone again? at least 2-3 weeks Do you like being kissed on the neck? yes Do you accessorize your outfit? rarely

Describe your handwriting: ugly

Are you socially awkward? I am Where are both of your parents right at this moment? home like me Do you find yourself on Youtube a lot? yt is my background quite often What was the last thing you scratched? my nose and neck Are you satisfied with your gender? not really Looks or personality? Which is more important to you? personality unless looks include gender then exclude all men How many times have you dyed your hair? 4 Do you hate when movies are split into two parts? yes and no? What is something that reminds you of your childhood? lots of stuff

How did you meet your first crush? my first real female crush I met in high school, we had classes together

What is an anecdote that your family frequently tells about you as a child? there are many, personal If you could do anything with your hair what would you do? I don’t know *shrug* Can you remember how many people you’ve kissed? 1 person How open are you with your parents? very, 99% What is your favorite episode of your favorite show? can’t choose only one :o How did you learn about sex? biology classes mostly Describe your favorite outfit? leggings/pajama pants, T-shirt, hoodie or sweater, socks, slip on shoes, hat like a beanie for example and jacket if it’s cold

Do you have a sister that steals your things? she borrows things without asking at times and some she didn’t even give back or she ruined ‘em

Do you have dishes in your room? mug

Is anyone in your family artistic? would say so

When is the last time you watched a hockey game? never

What was your last dream about? yesterday I had a dream about having a group with Harley Quinn and today I forgot

What are you currently listening to? Susanne Sundfor

Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence? my sister’s bf or a stranger

Where did you last eat? living room

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intents wicked or charitable (trixya) 6/10 - beanierose

AN: thank you as always to validation station, i love you ladies endlessly. and to stutter, for looking this over, for sharing your wisdom, and for being the most wonderful.

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a practical magic au for the spooky season. there’s a curse on any man who dares love you? love a woman, instead. | 5,282 words

Trixie is dozing lengthways on the couch. When she got here she took her braids out, which Katya has quickly taken to mean that Trixie wants her hair to be played with. She’s got her head pillowed on Katya’s thighs and her eyes closed, Katya’s fingers sifting slowly through the hair at her temples and making her sleepy and smitten. It’s warm here next to the fire and Trixie feels so contented that she would be wriggling with it if she had the energy.

Halloween was three weeks ago. Nothing has really changed except that now whenever Trixie looks at Katya and her heart gets full up with wanting to kiss her so badly, she actually gets to. The weather turned very suddenly, like the whole town is trapped beneath a dome and it’s about to be turned upside down and shaken. It’s meant they’ve been cuddling a lot, piling all the blankets in the house on Trixie’s bed and generating some heat of their own. Dolly gets shut out of their bedroom in the evenings now, and Katya will sometimes roll out of bed and let her back in on her way to get a huge sweater for each of them to sleep in.

Trixie has slept with a few people in her time; when she moved to Los Angeles she explored her sexuality in great detail. It’s never been like this. Katya’s touches linger on her skin. Sometimes it feels like she has more hands than is possible. The first time, when Trixie got undressed, a fuse had blown and all the lights in the house had gone out at once. Sometimes when she’s riding Katya’s face, it feels like the edges of the room shift into soft focus and Katya’s breathing is so loud that she can’t hear anything else. Not the chickens chirruping outside in the coop, not Dolly’s jealous barking from outside the door.

They haven’t put a label on anything yet, but they’re happy. Trixie is so happy that sometimes she can hardly stand it. She wakes up in the mornings to Katya pottering in the kitchen or sitting against the headboard next to her or sometimes, if she’s really lucky, curled around her and breathing hot little puffs onto the back of her neck. Katya likes to tell her that she’s beautiful but doesn’t like to hear it herself, always cuts Trixie’s soft words down with something scathing and self-deprecating.

It’s nice to laugh in bed. Trixie never had that with Bob, or with anyone she’s ever been with before. One time last week Trixie had to push Katya away from her with her feet at her shoulders and flop, exhausted and galvanised, onto her back. Katya crawled up the bed to lie next to her with a leg slung over her hips and everywhere their skins touched crackled and made Trixie twitch.

She’d been staticky for a half hour afterwards, and every time Katya touched her (which she does a lot) Trixie had jerked like a marionette. Her strings are in Katya’s hands all of the time; she finds herself shadowing Katya’s movements without even thinking about it, echoing the arch of her body up off the mattress and the grasp of her hands.

“Trixie, honey?” Katya touches her thumb to Trixie’s ear. “Are you awake?”

She manages a tiny noise of agreement that makes Katya laugh. Two strong hands come to her shoulders to help bring her upright, and Trixie emerges grumbling and disoriented into the evening. Katya kisses each of her cheeks and then the tip of her nose. She’s smiling, and she’s so warm, and Trixie wants her so much. She keeps wondering how long it’s going to be like this, how long she’s going to ache every time she looks at Katya.

Their kiss builds slowly. Katya’s tongue is a scalding, seeking thing through her mouth and Trixie opens to her, scrambles to get her hands up beneath Katya’s shirt. She skims her knuckles up her abdomen and around, grazes the sides of her breasts to make her gasp. Katya wraps her fingers around Trixie’s wrists and pulls her hands out from underneath her sweater, keeps her in place with a tight grip. The desire is still there, but all of the urgency drains out of her at the way Katya gentles her with the sweep of her thumbs over the backs of Trixie’s hands.

“It’s snowing,” Katya says.

When Trixie turns to look she chokes out a breath of jubilant laughter. She hasn’t seen the snow for nine years, not since she moved to Los Angeles. They hurry to get into their warm things, clutching at each other and stumbling like children. Katya’s knitted beanie is on crooked and Trixie straightens it for her, kisses her once and then one more time just because she looks so cute.

Outside, Katya wanders off right away. It must have been snowing for a while before she woke Trixie up because it’s already a couple of inches deep. She’s pacing around and around and looking at the tracks her galoshes are making. Trixie tips her face up towards the sky and lets the peace of the bright-dark earth fill her up. Flakes collect in her eyelashes and she sticks out her tongue, likes to feel the cold turning slowly warm. When she straightens up again she sees Katya spinning in a circle with her arms stretched out, her grin as wide as the arc of her hands. She is so cute that Trixie can hardly stand it. She feels phantom hands at her back, through her wool coat, and they propel her over to Katya. They fit so neatly together, and Katya hides her cold face inside of Trixie’s scarf and stuffs her bare hands into the back pockets of Trixie’s pants.

“Are you cold?” Katya murmurs.

“Look, I’m just a guarded person, okay?”

Katya snorts and squeezes Trixie’s ass, draws their hips together. “Shut up. You’re not guarded. Not with me.”

“Yeah, well, you make it impossible. Getting into all of my nooks and crannies with your witch talons.”

Katya doesn’t laugh. Not the way Trixie was hoping for. She gets a little huff, of acknowledgement more than amusement. Katya pulls away a bit but leaves her hands in Trixie’s back pockets and squeezes again. Trixie sifts her gloved fingers through the ends of Katya’s hair. It makes static, and she crackles in the electric night.

“You’re pretty in the snow,” Trixie says quietly. The whole world is silent and humbled around them. She wants to stand here for a long time, holding this miraculous woman and watching their twin breaths form little clouds between them.

Katya takes her hands out of Trixie’s pockets so she can shove at her chest instead. Her fingers are red with the cold, her knuckles swollen and just beginning to crack with tiny fissures. Trixie almost, almost goes back inside to find some gloves for her, but she can’t bear to move just yet. Later the ploughs will come through and the streets will be remade in salt and grit. It feels like they’re the only ones awake, the only ones alive, and she won’t leave for even a second.

“Oh!” Katya says, and drops immediately to the ground.

She starfishes outwards and sweeps her limbs back and forth, grinning up at Trixie from her back. The snow is landing on her face and collecting in her lashes and her bangs. Her hat is coming off again and when she sits up it remains on the snow-covered ground where her head just was.

“Trixie, honey, make an angel with me. Come on, come on, please.”

There’s no need for Katya to beg. Trixie’s already going to the ground, trying to figure out how to get onto her back gracefully. They haven’t yet been together long enough that she’s ready to discard all of her layers. She’d like to keep a little bit of decorum in front of Katya, for a while longer.

She’s close enough that the wings of her angel just brush the wings of Katya’s. She’s sitting up beside her, twisted around to watch with one hand planted carefully within the boundary of her angel’s body to support herself.

When she’s done, Trixie gets to her feet. She hauls Katya up as well, rough so that she’ll stumble into her and Trixie will get to catch her, have the line of her body press in close. It makes her scuff the bottom of her angel’s hem, but Trixie kisses the grumbling right off her mouth before she can even really get it out. It’s freezing, but Katya’s kiss is hot and intrusive. She kisses like she’s trying to learn every secret Trixie has ever had, like she wants to peer inside of Trixie’s chest. She kisses like she could do it for hours and hours and never get tired of it, never want to take things further.

The whole world around them is muffled, like it often gets when she’s kissing Katya. Trixie almost wants to go to her knees with reverence for the great splendour of the earth. She won’t, because she’s all wet from making her snow angel and she’s shivering with it, but the idea is there all the same.

“Mama, you keep rattling like that you’re gonna bite right through your tongue. And I have plans for it later, so I need you to not do that.”

Trixie huffs and wraps her arms tighter around Katya, squeezes until she hears all of the breath come out of her in a great rush. “It’s not my fault some lunatic made me lay down in the snow.”

“It’s lie down, honey, is the conventional verbiage.”

“Oh and you know so much about convention?” Trixie gets her hands inside of Katya’s coat and draws her close until their chests are pressed together, proving her point. “God, you’re the worst person I’ve ever met. Don’t ever speak to me again. Take me to bed.”

That makes Katya laugh so loud and so long, her head tipped back as she howls into the night like a jackal. When she’s done she grabs clumsily for both of Trixie’s hands and starts tugging her backwards. She isn’t watching where she’s going, too busy grinning widely at Trixie and blinking the still-falling snow out of her eyes, but she doesn’t stumble or fall down. Trixie doesn’t know how she can do that, but she’s glad for it.

They both peel out of their damp clothes in the mudroom and Katya goes to load everything into the dryer. The dog took one look at the snow and scurried away, tail low and long between her hind legs. She’s lying by the fire now, the last embers burning out in the grate. Trixie bends over to stroke the silk of her ears and the soft place right at the crown of her head.

“Hey, before I pound you out,” Katya says from right behind Trixie. It makes her jump, and makes her cheeks warm. She turns to see her, one eyebrow arched and the smudged red seam of her mouth pulled taut in a grin. “I have a present for Dolly.”

“Oh sure. I’ll give you two some time alone together.”

Trixie, obviously, is not going anywhere. She sinks onto the couch and whistles for the dog, who takes a long time heaving her lumbering body up off the hardwood and padding over. Trixie fusses at her, capturing her head and scattering kisses all across her snout. She only really gets to love on her like this when Katya’s not in the room, because these days the dog has a clear preference.

“Here, milaya devushka. Come here, look what I have for you.”

Katya sits on the floor at Trixie’s feet, leaning back against her shins. Trixie works her fingers absent-mindedly at Katya’s shoulders, kneading her muscles. She has something balled up in both hands and she encourages Dolly to poke at it with her snout for a minute before she unfolds it and holds it up.

“Oh my God, you knitted her a sweater.” Trixie doesn’t mean for her voice to sound all punched out with awe like that, but she can’t help herself. It’s pink and has a folded over collar to keep Dolly cosy and it’s the loveliest thing anyone has ever done for Trixie. “That’s so gay. Wow.”

“Trixie look at her, she’s so skinny, she’s not built for winter on a farm. And she’s stylish. This is an important moment in the history of dog fashion.”

Trixie laughs and cups Katya’s cheeks. She’s leaning with her head tipped backwards against Trixie’s knees, looking at her upside down, and she is unfairly gorgeous even from this unflattering angle. Trixie bows over, her spine protesting, and kisses the tip of Katya’s nose.

“Dog fashion, huh? You follow that closely? That where you get all of your style tips?”

“Shut up, shut up, I hate you!” Katya thrashes wildly against Trixie’s shins. “Can I put it on her now?”

The dog has settled next to Katya, her head resting on Katya’s thighs. It’s her preferred position. One day last week Trixie had finished making dinner and gone to find Katya, discovered her sitting on the floor just like this and holding Dolly’s head cradled in one hand while the dog snoozed. Her whole body wiggles with pure canine joy as Katya eases the sweater over her head and guides her two front legs into the holes.

“That is…the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

Katya leans back harder against Trixie’s legs until she separates them to make room for her, and she wraps her arms around the backs of Trixie’s calves and leans her cheek against Trixie’s knee. Dolly has flopped over onto her back, overcome with ecstasy, and the two of them watch her delighted squirming together for a little while.

“It’s not too much?”

“Oh it’s absolutely too much, you psycho. I love it. She loves it.”

Over the last few weeks Trixie has grown accustomed to having Katya’s head between her thighs, but not like this. She gets up slowly, careful not to step on Katya, and when she gets to her feet as well Trixie wraps both arms around her and kisses her forehead. There’s no music, but Trixie sways them anyway. The snow is still falling in fat flakes and it makes the living room feel intimate and insulated.

Tomorrow morning she’ll have to leave early, earlier than usual, and make sure the animals are alright. They’ll be huddled up together close in the hay, she knows that, but a part of her still worries whenever she’s away from them. She has briefly, recklessly debated the merits of loading the truck bed with two goats and five chickens and one curmudgeonly rooster.

“Hey,” Trixie says, quietly enough that Katya could choose not to hear if she wanted. She gets a tiny hum in response, and Katya lifts her head from Trixie’s chest to look at her. “I like you so much.”

Katya wrinkles her nose. “Disgusting. Awful. You promised me you wouldn’t be sincere ever again.”

“Right. Yeah. Sorry.”

She doesn’t mean to be hurt by it. She shouldn’t be hurt by it. It’s just that it’s warm in the living room and Katya is here in her arms, looking up at her, and Trixie still can’t quite believe any of this is really happening. She feels raw this evening, overcome with tenderness, and it must be all over her face. Katya touches her thumb to Trixie’s chin and draws her face down so she can kiss her.

It’s a soft, closed-mouth thing and Katya has her free hand in Trixie’s hair, not moving. When they break apart she smiles and leaves her eyes closed for an extra couple of seconds. She opens them and they’re dark in the low light of the room, her pupils blown out wide.

“You make me so happy. You know that.”

“Yeah.” She does.

Trixie gets her hands underneath Katya’s sweater to touch the smooth, firm plane of her stomach. She loves to touch her bare skin. Katya is soft everywhere, but strong. Sometimes Trixie is driven to distraction by the flex of tendons in her forearms or her thighs and Katya has to tug on her hair to remind her of what she’s doing. This time, Katya yelps and twists out of Trixie’s grip, jerks back away from her.

“Oh, ow, your hands are freezing. Get away from me.”

Even as she’s saying it she reaches for Trixie and takes her left hand, captures it between each of hers. She closes her eyes and breathes slowly through her nose like she’s focusing very hard, her lips moving a tiny bit. Warmth spreads from the centre of Trixie’s palm out into her fingertips and up the length of her forearm. She feels heat blooming in her elbows and her toes and the tip of her nose, and when Katya lets her go the furious pink of her skin has faded away. Trixie gives Katya her right hand without being asked to let her do the same. She’s always so warm, like it comes from the core of her. Trixie hasn’t gone to bed cold since Halloween.

“Trixie,” Katya says very softly. “I want you so much that I can’t stand it. But don’t let it inflate your ego, I really can’t handle it if I have two ladies vying for my attention.” Her eyes dart to Dolly, on her back in her sweater with all four legs in the air, before she meets Trixie’s gaze again.

It does inflate her ego, a little bit. Katya is her favourite person to be around, the only person she really wants to be around. It’s good to hear that she is made equally as useless as Trixie by whatever this is between them. She doesn’t need to hear it every single day, but her heart feels too big for her chest tonight and she wants to be babied a little bit, needs Katya to be gentle with her.

“Will you take me to bed?”

“Yes, obviously. You’re so dumb.” There’s so much fondness in Katya’s voice and she cradles Trixie’s cheek in her palm, touches her thumb to the corner of Trixie’s mouth. “What kind of crazy bitch do you think I am? You think I’d say no?”

Trixie turns her head into Katya’s touch and captures her thumb between her teeth, draws it into her mouth. She touches her tongue to Katya’s fingerprint and then sucks until Katya grunts and her hips rock shallowly against nothing.

“You’re a slut,” Trixie says around Katya’s thumb. She bites down hard until Katya whines and takes her hand back. “You’re a whore.”

They both know that that isn’t exactly true. It’s Trixie who so often finds herself disoriented with longing, waking up in the middle of the night and reaching for Katya across the sheets. She feels cleaved in two so that she can’t focus on anything other than the hot centre of her spilling out, her hands clumsy and fumbling as she tries to keep the most raw parts of herself inside.

Katya is gracious enough not to mention it. Things are different in the daylight, less urgent, and when Trixie wakes up to the alarm clock’s insistent blaring Katya wordlessly hands her a mug of coffee. She drinks half of it down before she feels ready to speak. It’s still dark outside. Katya has left the light on in the hallway and the door ajar rather than turn on any of the lamps in the bedroom. It feels careful, something gentle she’s doing to ease Trixie into the morning. Katya has probably been up for at least an hour already.

By the time they’re dressed Trixie is feeling a little more with it. She teases Katya about the purple-red bloom right below her jaw, captures her with her fingers hooked in her belt loops so she can draw her in close and kiss her slowly. Katya sometimes lets Trixie drop her off at the store on her way home in the mornings. It’s so early that Trixie isn’t expecting it today, so when Katya starts pulling her boots on it stops her where she stands.

��You catering to the morning crowd of ghouls and vampires now?”

“Huh?” Katya almost loses her balance and Trixie offers her elbow, catches her before she can go to the ground. “Oh. No. I’m not gonna open. Snow day. I want to come with you. I want to see my ladies.”

Warmth blooms outwards from the centre of Trixie’s chest and she rolls her eyes to hide it. “Okay, I get it, you only spend time with me so you can hang out with the animals. I’m bottom of the list. That’s fine.”

“Well you are a bottom, honey, I don’t know what to tell you.”

Trixie shrieks, louder than is necessary or comfortable while the sun is still a pink haze at the edge of the world. It makes Dolly bark, just once, and her claws skitter against Katya’s hardwood as she darts rapidly between the two of them.

“I like you more than I like the goats,” Katya offers. She’s grinning, and she captures Trixie’s hand in hers and brings it to her mouth so she can kiss each of her knuckles individually.

Trixie lets her, made useless by the careful way Katya touches her and the wet heat of the tip of her tongue just darting out. When she turns Trixie’s hand over and grazes her teeth against the lines in her palm Trixie hums a tiny noise. Katya has a tattoo on her thigh of a hand with long dark nails and a flame cradled in the palm, which Trixie had been delighted to discover.

“Stop making out with my hand, you freak.”

Katya bites the meat at the base of her thumb for that, but she does let her go. Dolly sits between the two of them in the cab of the truck with most of her body in Katya’s lap, and she strokes the dog’s silky head for the whole drive. She doesn’t have to circle the truck for her superstitious ritual anymore, and Trixie isn’t sure whether that’s because she’s getting more comfortable with being in the car or because it’s so uncomfortably cold that she can’t bear it.

When they get to Trixie’s house Katya is out of the truck and heading for the coop before Trixie has even killed the engine. She sits in the car for a little longer to watch Katya, who has opened the door to let the chickens come clattering out and is on her knees in the snow to commune with them. She is so cute that Trixie has to knead two fingers against her sternum to quiet her silly, tender heart. The goats are bleating indignantly from the cowshed so Trixie goes to them first to let them out. Inside, she boils water on the stovetop to defrost the ice in the water trough and she stands at the sink to watch Katya from the kitchen window. She’s got two chickens on her thighs and a third on her shoulder, Faith, who is sticking her beak directly into Katya’s ear.

Trixie gives her as much time with the girls as she can before she has to come and collect their plastic drinker so she can clear the ice out of it. Katya gets up with Faith cradled in both arms now and the chicken lays her head against Katya’s chest and chirrups contentedly.

“Can I have a kiss?” Trixie says, unable to stop the whine from creeping into her voice. She has the handle of the feeder dangling from two gloved fingers and with her free hand she reaches for Katya’s elbow to try and pull her in. “Please. Please?”

“I’m very busy with my favourite girl right now, mama. You gotta wait your turn.”

Katya’s doing it on purpose, because she thinks it’s hilarious that Trixie gets so jealous. She’s told her that, when Trixie has been unable to shake her petulance, and she’s kissed the pout right off her mouth. It’s childish to need all of Katya’s attention all of the time, but Trixie can’t help herself. When she has it, when Katya’s red mouth cracks open on a wide grin at her dumb jokes and when she insists on always touching some part of Trixie, it makes her feel woozy with affection.

Trixie calls time when they both start shivering and drags Katya into the house with her by the elbow. Dolly is already inside, curled up into a tight, glossy knot on the couch and snoring loudly. Katya’s pants are soaked from the knees down with snow and Trixie sends her upstairs to find something to change into. While Katya’s gone, she starts pulling ingredients for pancakes.

They don’t get mornings together very often, because Katya has to open the store. Trixie wants to make the most of it, wants to romance Katya before the rest of the world is awake. She comes back down wearing an old pair of Trixie’s sweats that are so huge on her she’s had to roll the waistband over twice. They make her look tiny, and Trixie wraps both arms around her shoulders and just holds her until she gets impatient and squirms to be released.

It’s like having a small child in the kitchen with her. Katya keeps pilfering ingredients while Trixie’s trying to make up the pancake batter, and she darts these little glances at Trixie from the corner of her eye and looks so pleased with herself that Trixie can’t bear to do anything other than let her. She always adds salt to her batter to help reduce the bitterness of the dark chocolate, and she spills a little on the counter because Katya is singing Russian pop, at the top of her lungs and completely off-key, and she’s laughing more than she’s focusing. Before Trixie even gets a chance to sweep the salt away Katya snatches it up and tosses it behind herself over her left shoulder.

“Katya!”

“Sorry. I’m sorry. It’s a dumb superstition.”

Trixie sighs and presses the heel of her palm to her forehead for a second. “It’s not- I know that. That’s whatever. But it goes somewhere. You can’t just throw it all over the floor.”

Katya sweeps the salt from the floor, and does the whole kitchen while she’s at it. When she’s done she comes to stand behind Trixie and wraps her arms around her waist, lays her cheek to Trixie’s shoulder blade. Trixie covers Katya’s hands in her own, clasped at her stomach, and knots their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” Katya says again. Her voice is very small, and Trixie feels the press of Katya’s nose into her back like she’s hiding her face.

She turns in the circle of Katya’s arms and brushes her bangs back out of her eyes, arranges her hair against her shoulders. It’s rare that Trixie can just hold her, because Katya is spilling over with energy all the time and she’s not very good at stillness. She cherishes every opportunity, because she knows that it takes Katya real effort to be here in Trixie’s arms.

“Don’t be. I find your superstitions very charming.” Trixie kisses the corner of her mouth and lets herself linger, because Katya smells like the cold morning and like herself, underneath. “And I know you were there at the dawn of civilisation when most of them were created, so I can’t hold it against you.”

Katya shrieks a laugh at that. She tips her head back with it and balls her hands into fists, rests them at Trixie’s shoulders. “Respect your elders, you awful little brat. You villain.”

“Hey.” Trixie touches her thumb to the spot just below Katya’s jaw. “Your hickey’s gone.”

“I’m a fast healer.”

That does seem to be true, in the time that Trixie has known her at least. Last week she nicked herself while she was helping Trixie chop vegetables. Trixie left her holding her finger beneath the stream of cold water from the faucet, and by the time she got back with a box of Band-Aids Katya wasn’t bleeding anymore and she had a faint red line on the side of her finger.

“I guess I’m just gonna have to give you another one then, huh?”

Katya makes a disgusted noise and scrunches her face up. She seems to have hit her limit and she wriggles out of Trixie’s arms and hops up to sit on the countertop instead. She shunts over a couple of inches when Trixie shoves on her thigh and starts drumming her heels against the cabinet door below. Her bangs are annoying her again, she keeps blowing them out of her eyes and Trixie will have to trim them for her later. Katya’s hair grows faster than anybody Trixie has ever known, and she is absurdly jealous over it.

Somehow, in spite of all the distraction, she’s done with the pancake batter. Trixie has a heart shaped mould that she sets in place on the griddle and she pours some of the batter into it. It’s disgustingly saccharine — Bob bought it for her as a Valentine’s gift because she rejected all forms of sincerity — and she hasn’t ever used it before. Katya makes her want to be gentle, even though she knows she’s going to be teased for it.

“Oh my God, this is so gross. Trixie, do you like me?”

Katya is looking at the pancake just beginning to brown rather than at her, but she’s smiling so wide that her whole face is creased up with it.

“No, I hate you. You’re so mean to me, all the time.”

Her pouting works. Katya spreads her knees and hooks her feet around Trixie’s hips, tugs on her so that she moves between Katya’s thighs. It’s peculiar to have Katya looking down at her but she’s kissing her before Trixie can think too much about it, one hand in her hair to angle her head just where she wants her.

She lets Katya kiss her until the pancake starts smoking and they break apart. Trixie plates it anyway, gives it to Katya with the jar of homemade apple butter from the refrigerator.

“It’s burned,” Katya pouts. “That’s a bad omen, Trixie.”

“If you don’t want it that’s fine, I’ll eat it.”

“No!” Katya yelps, and clutches her plate protectively against her stomach like she thinks Trixie’s going to take it right out of her hands. “You made it for me. I’m eating it.”

She sticks her finger into the jar of apple butter and holds it out for Trixie. It’s disgusting, because a lot of the things Katya finds acceptable are really not at all, but she parts her lips and licks Katya’s finger clean anyway.

The smell of pancakes lured Dolly into the kitchen and she’s lying on the linoleum and whining low in her throat, staring at Katya. She hops down from the countertop and goes right to the floor, kneeling in front of the dog and letting her lick apple butter from the same finger Trixie just had in her own mouth.

A little shiver of revulsion goes through her just watching that. It does mean that she can focus on her cooking, and she manages a stack of perfect pancakes before Katya comes back to bother her again.

#rpdr fanfiction #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #trixya #magical realism #tenderness #isolation #slow burn kind of #iwoc #beanierose #lesbian au

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The Right Way In Ending A Night Of Terror (M)

Pairing: Yoongi / Reader

Word Count: 15k

Rated: 18+

Warnings: Slight Horror (i tried), Depictions of scary clowns, Smut

**reposted from my old blog**

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You pulled a long-sleeve shirt over your head, arms slipping through the thin fabric as you grimaced at your alarm clock; 1:47 AM. Leave it to your mom to call and ask to pick up your younger sister from the annual Horror Fest right when you were falling into a deep slumber. The warmth of your pajamas and bed no longer gave you the ease of peaceful sleep as you buttoned up your jeans and dragged your feet through your house to get to your door. As you pushed your feet into your sneakers, you grabbed the closest jacket on the wall hanger and the keys to your car. Unwilling to turn the lights off in your apartment, you left, giving the illusion that you were still home and curled up in your bed.

The night was dark, the moon gave a soft glow as thin puffs of clouds gently weaved through the sky. You yawned as you drove away from home, wishing the car could drive itself so you could take a nap while getting to the outskirts of the city.

It was October, the time of year when people from all around the city drove out to the largest field in the outskirts to visit the long awaited celebration put together by the city’s committee: Horror Fest. It was a week long activity—usually the week of Halloween— where volunteers created haunting mazes throughout the entire field, and people would go and, well, get scared. It was a very popular event and even people from neighboring towns would make the trip to experience the fright. Since it was opening night, you knew your sister had gotten a ticket to go with her friends. You, on the other hand, wanted no part in the festivity. It had been about three years since you attended Horror Fest, and since that night, you had never returned. It wasn’t because you were afraid— on the contrary. You weren’t easily scared, but the whole thing seemed rather…stupid. The costumes, the screaming, the crowds—it never appealed to you. Especially, after the last time you went. You had gone with a guy from your history class, who nearly shit his pants and left you as bait in one of the mazes while he ran to find his way out. Needless to say, you never gave him a call back.

The traffic to the fields was nonexistent, allowing you to drive at a higher speed than the city limit. You just wanted to get your sister, drop her ass at her friend’s house, and get home to finally get the sleep you were deprived from.

You drove down a dirt road that led to a big wooden-like gateway that stood at least twelve feet high. It looked rotten and torn down—effects for the excitement in entering Horror Fest. There were rows of parked cars, and even though you were there for pick-up purposes, there were no spaces to leave your car with the emergency lights on.

“Fuck me,” you groaned under your breath, glancing around to find an empty spot. But like a miracle, as you drove down the third row, you found a parking space in the corner. You parked, making sure not to run over any pedestrian that was just arriving to Horror Fest—which were quite a few since the whole thing shuts down at four in the morning.

The cold breeze sent a shiver through your body as you stepped out your car and began making your way to towards the entrance. Shoving your fisted hands into your jacket pockets, you quickened your pace as you swerved around a group of couples who were laughing giddily due to the enthusiasm of entering mazes. With a loud exhale, you took out your phone and sent your sister a text telling her you were there waiting. You stared at the short lines buying tickets at the booths as others headed towards the entrance where they were checked by security before entering through metal gates. There was a large banner with red lettering that read HORROR FEST in dripping detail over the entrance gates. Not much decoration in the front, but the inside was where it made up for it.

Checking your phone, you yawned; 2:29 AM. Where the hell was that brat? Taking your phone out again, you sent another text.

You: yo, you have 5 fucking minutes to get your ass out here. I have work at 7 [2:29 am]

Glaring at the people barely arriving, your phone vibrated.

DemonSeed: ok be there in a bit. [2:30 am]

Puffing air through your lips, you stood there, shifting your weight onto your right leg. It was one thing to be forced to pick up someone, it was another to wait god-knows how long for them. You checked your phone again but there were no new messages. You drew your jacket tighter around your torso, the cool night beginning to freeze your bones.

“Hey— Hi, yeah, you, with the annoyed scowl.”

You frowned, slowly turning to look over to your right. There was a guy just a few feet from you; black beanie over his head, black jeans, and he wore the same neon orange vest—the one the people selling tickets wore— over a black long-sleeve. His posture was lazy, hair flat against his forehead, hands in his jean pockets, and lips slightly parted.

He pointed his thumb over his shoulder, signaling the ticket booths. “You gonna buy a ticket, or what?”

You eyed him, scrutinizing his persona. “Excuse me? Is that any way to talk to someone?”

He shrugged, shoulders barely even budging. “I call ‘em as I see ‘em. It’s hard to miss someone just standing in one spot, death glaring her surroundings.”

You clicked your tongue, irritated by whoever this was. “I’m standing here because I’m waiting for someone.”

“Ah,” he gave a nod. “Decided to sit opening night out. What? Too scared?” Rolling your eyes, you turned away from him. “Or is it that you’re the boring not-fun-at-all friend from your group that’s inside?”

Unwillingly, you gave him a glance. “Why are you still talking to me?”

“What? Aren’t you enjoying the conversation?” He tilted his head, tongue poking out between his lips as he thought for a moment. “Or,” he continues, drawing back your attention, “you were inside with your boyfriend, but you ditched him.”

You scoffed. This guy was totally trying to flirt with you, and he was the worst at it. Insults weren’t flattery.

“So, which is it? Friends or boyfriend?”

“Neither,” you pursed your lips together.

“Care to elaborate?” The corner of his lips twitching, itching to turn upwards as he watched the scowl settle upon your features. “Or was your boyfriend the coward?”

“Don’t you have somewhere to be or something?” You snapped. “It’s pretty obvious you volunteered here.” You motioned towards his vest with your chin.

“Work, not volunteered,” he told you, unaffected by your sudden lash. “Volunteers are only wanted to set up the premises. For the actual nights Horror Fest is in function, people are hired to work.”

“Wow,” you muttered, unamused. “Fascinating. Working from eleven to four in the morning, the dream. You must really hate sleep.”

“I can say the same about you, just standing out here in the cold instead of being under your covers,” he comments, mockery in his tone.

You glared at him, turning your body in his direction. “Can you leave me alone? It’s bad enough I have to be here to pick up my sister and wake up at seven for work, but having you here to annoy the shit out of me is seriously starting to tick me off.” You pointed at him, making this a threatening gesture. “So, just fuck off—” you squint to see the name tag on his vest— “Min Yoongi.”

He stared at you, eyes slightly wide in surprise by your sudden outburst, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Am I bothering you that much, grumpy?”

“What the— Seriously?” You groaned, having had enough of this guy.

“What? You haven’t given me a name to call you by,” he said, hands up in surrender.

“Yeah, well, don’t get your hopes up.”

You watched his lips part, about to retort when you hear your name being called.

“Y/N!” Your sister jogged over to you. “Sorry, we were at one of the mazes all the way across the field.”

“I said five minutes, Clair,” you hissed, your sister rolled her eyes at you.

“I already told you why we were late.”

You looked around. “Where’s Jane?”

Clair motioned over her shoulder. “Back there, giving some guy her number.” She’s about to look back at you, when she noticed Yoongi standing nearby. “Um, was I interrupting something?”

“No, you were actually saving me— Jane, let’s go!” You shouted, startling Jane as she gives the guy a flirty smile before she made her way over. “Start walking.” You shoved them forward.

“Hey!” Clair frowned.

“Go.” You whispered menacingly.

“Aren’t you going to give that guy your number?” She asked, arching up a brow.

You glanced back, Yoongi was still standing there. “Hell no,” you muttered under your breath.

“Why not? He’s hot,” Clair insisted, giving Yoongi a wave, which he returned.

“Clair!” You scolded through your teeth.

“See you around, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened, turning back to see Yoongi turn on his heel to walk off, a smirk casted over his lips. You grimaced, feeling the urge to go and slap that look off his face, but you much rather be in bed to get the fucking sleep you deserved.

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Your fingers flicked through files in the cabinet that almost overflowed with the creme colored papers. A yawn escaped your lips, eyes teared up from the exhaustion. So far this week, you lacked sleep and energy from the constant workload. Two days ago, you almost passed out typing out the outline for your boss because you drove to Horror Fest, and the day after that, your supervisor gave you a due date that had you drinking up to six cans of Coke in one sitting. The thought of your short visit to Horror Fest had your blood boiling. That damn guy—Min Yoongi. You pulled the file you had been looking for and jammed the cabinet shut with a harsh kick. The way he was spoke to you, indifferent and with taunt, it pissed you off then and it pissed you off now. You slammed the file on your desk and plopped down on your chair with a loud huff of annoyance.

“Woah, what’s with the sudden anger?”

You glanced over your shoulder to see your friend, and coworker, Beau standing near the entrance of your cubicle. Her hip was leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her chest, her boobs pushed up a bit higher.

“Nothing,” you exhaled, rubbing your temples. “What’s up? Wasting time trying to get Ridden to see your boob job?”

“Excuse you, it’s not wasting time, he snuck a few peeks,” she winked, feeling proud of herself. “But I’m not here to gloat.” Beau walked in and sat on the edge of your desk, wide smile on her lips. “Guess who got VIP tickets to Horror Fest tomorrow?” She asked in a sing song voice, hands clapping lightly. You cocked up a brow, leaning back into your chair. Beau sighed, “Me!” She pointed her manicured finger at you. “And you are coming with.”

“No way,” you quickly commented, turning your chair to face your computer.

“Oh hell no.” She swiveled your chair around so you could face her again. Her eyes narrowed, watching you closely. “You are going. I invited Ivy so the three of us could go and have some fun.” Beau sat up straight, frown on her glossed lips. “You’re ruining the mood and we haven’t even gone yet.”

“You know how I feel about Horror Fest,” you exhaled, feeling a headache coming on as you pressed your fingertips to your temples again.

“Oh boo-hoo,” Beau scoffed, eyes rolling. “Just because some ass ruined your last visit doesn’t mean you have to stop having fun. Seriously, that’s just stupid.” She settled her hands on your shoulders, smile reappearing. “C’mon, Y/N,” she whined, trying to get you to cave. “It’s our day off tomorrow, take a break. It’ll be great, I promise.”

“That’s not the reason I don’t go to Horror Fest, Beau,” you scoffed. “Y’know nothing really scares me. Besides, Halloween is for little kids. Its just a stupid made-up holiday to get people to spend money on loads of cheap candy and torn up costumes.”

Beau moved her head back, blinking a few times before standing. “Wow. You really soured up. Who shoved a stick up your ass at such a young age?”

You exhaled, closing your eyes while you rested your elbow on your desk. Leaning your cheek on your hand, you lazily gazed at her. “Look, I’m fucking dying here. I want to go home and sleep for a week straight, but I have work to do. Something that you should also be doing.” Beau glowered at you, hands on her hips. “I have a deadline to meet by tomorrow, and like you said, its our day off. But guess what? I still have work to get done. That leaves no time to go and fool around at some stupid place where people scream for enjoyment.”

Beau pressed her lips in a tight line, frustrated with the conversation. She shook her head a few times. “You really need to loosen up,” she told you, swaying her hips as she sashayed out your space. “I’m still not taking no as an answer!”

You groaned, resting your forehead on the cool surface of your desk. Knowing Beau, she meant it when she said no wasn’t the answer she was looking for. The sound of someone clearing their throat jolts you up right before looking over to find your supervisor standing in your cubicle. You stumbled onto your feet, forcing a smile.

“Sleeping on the job?” He asked, no tone of joking in his voice.

You shook your head. “No, sir. Just a slight headache.” You watched your supervisor look down at the paper in his hand. His bald head catching the light, making it look shiny, oily under it. He wasn’t so tall, so it was easy to see his head glisten under any brightness.

“Boss wanted me to give you this. Your deadline was moved to tonight.”

“What?” You took the paper he handed you, eyes skimming the details. “That’s too soon. I’ve only done half of the required outline.”

Your supervisor shrugged. “I don’t make the rules. I just enforce them. Make sure you get that head in check. You’re gonna need it,” he told you, leaving you to stress alone in your small working area.

You fell onto your chair, paper dangled in-between your fingertips. “Motherfuck,” you uttered under your breath.

You stayed in your office until late that night, finishing the outline to the best of your abilities. The boss always entrusted you for the finalized outlines because you were one of the most reliable workers with outstanding editorial skills. You couldn’t let that trust slip through your fingers just because you were a little exhausted. Being recognized by your superior would benefit you in the future, getting you a promotion or even a raise in your pay. That’s something you didn’t want to jeopardize.

It took you at least a good hour after finishing to make sure there were no mistakes. You reread again and again before attaching it to an email, sending it off to your boss so he could view it first thing in the morning. Rubbing your face with your hands, you sighed, relieved that it was done and you were able to go home to your lovely bed. You turned off your monitor and your light as you gathered your things, leaving the office. You were the last worker to go home, so you made sure to tell security in the lobby to lock up the floor before exiting the building. Fucking finally.

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You woke up after two in the afternoon the following day. Dazed by the sudden sunlight coming through your curtains, you stretched and yawned, making little noises as your joints softly popped with every different stretch you made. You yawned again, louder, while you rolled your body out of bed and wandered through your home, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Stumbling into the kitchen, you grabbed a glass to pour yourself some water, your phone buzzed somewhere in your living room. With quick steps you looked around the mess you’ve had from not cleaning for the last few days. If your mom saw how your apartment looked, she would definitely blow a fuse.

“Ah-ha,” you breathed, taking your phone from under a pile of jackets muddled together in one corner of your couch. You scrolled through your phone, noticing the abundance of texts from Beau and one from your sister, Clair.

Beau: are you up yet? [10:13 am]

Beau: hellooooo?? Earth to Y/N [10:25 am]

Beau: I fucking swear if you’re ignoring me [10:38 am]

Beau: omg you died didn’t you [11:05 am]

Beau: sleep took your life away [11:19 am]

Beau: for the love of Hugh Jackman’s ass can you please respond [11:32 am]

You giggled at the message. She would mention Hugh Jackman since she’d been sort of obsessed with him after watching the entire X-Men collection a few weeks ago. You kept scrolling through Beau’s spamming.

Beau: omg did you get laid??? Is that why you wont answer??? Lol jk [12:04 pm]

Beau: can you at least text me when you rise from the dead? I’m dying here [12:52 pm]

You shook your head, typing back a response.

You: can’t you let me hibernate in peace? [2:22 pm]

You pursed your lips as you read the last and only text you received from your sister.

DemonSeed: can I borrow a push-up? [9:43 am]

You tsk-ed with a reply.

You: my boobs are bigger than yours. Bra wont fit you [2:24 pm]

You threw your phone aside, you stood up, stretching your arms out before you picked up all the thrown clothes that covered your living area. You weren’t a messy person in general. You liked things organized, you liked cleanliness and accessibility. However, your job had kept you from doing any of that in your home for the last couple of days. You were behind on laundry and there had been no time to go grocery shopping. Not that you cooked. It was a danger to yourself and to the people around you to operate any kitchen appliances. Since a young age, you were never able to cook anything. Your mom tried to teach you, guide you, but you always ended up burning something. Whether it be a towel, your sleeve, or even the water you had boiling. The only things bought during trips to the store were foods that were easy to heat up and, of course, cereal. There were times your mom would come over with containers full of food that could last you a whole week. She worried about you, and as a mother, she couldn’t let you starve or ruin your health by eating junk everyday. But unfortunately, she hadn’t paid a visit in the past few days which meant no home cooked meals.

As you carried your hamper of dirty clothes, you put a load to wash while you cleaned up the kitchen. Checking your refrigerator, you grabbed the last cup of blueberry yogurt for your late breakfast. Your doorbell rung as you put away some dishes, spoonful of yogurt in your mouth, while you hurried over to your door. You weren’t surprised to see Beau standing on the other side, grinning.

“Afternoon lazy ass!” She patted your head before walking in, not waiting for an invitation to enter.

“What’re you doing here?” You held the spoon in your hand, closing the door with your foot as you strode back to the kitchen. “Didn’t you have a date or something?”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” she huffed, dropping herself on your couch. “I met him at the diner a few blocks from here and it was the worst date of my life.”

“Worse than the one with that one guy that ate the piece of pizza off the floor after you dropped it because ‘five second rule’?” You teased, shoving another spoonful of yogurt in your mouth.

“Okay, maybe they’re tied,” Beau laughed. “This guy sneezed over his fries and— oh my god Y/N, he ate them.” She hid her face in her hands, horrified with retelling the events. “He literally sprayed his food with fucking snot and he ate them!”

You scrunched up your face, repulsed by imagining anyone eating snot topped food. “That’s disgusting.”

“Which is why I ended the date early and hid in my car until you texted me back.” Beau looked over her shoulder to see you leaning over your kitchen counter, eating, while still looking displeased with her story. “Buuuuuut,” she elongated her word, “I also came for one more reason.” You played with your spoon, arching up a brow as your friend smiled sweetly at you. “So about those Horror Fest tickets.” You immediately rolled your eyes, turning away to throw the empty yogurt cup and wash your spoon. “Oh come on Y/N,” Beau groaned, hanging her body over the couch so she could see you well. “You can’t let me and Ivy down. The three of us haven’t hung out since July!”

“Beau, I just want to spend my free time here at home. Why can’t we just watch a few movies or something instead?” You asked, cleaning the counter with a napkin.

“Hey.” She pointed at you. “I spent good money on these tickets, and I plan on using them on myself and on you two. Especially since tonight they’re turning the intensity up a notch.”

“So, they were more expensive, weren’t they?” You teased, a smirk on your lips as you rested your chin on your palm.

Beau fell back limply onto the cushions, out of your sight. “Yes,” she muttered with your answer. You watched her hands shoot up in the air dramatically. “Why can’t you just do me a solid and come with us?!” You shook your head, even though she couldn’t see you. “I promise I’ll buy you a fucking pretzel if you go.” A giggle slipped from your lips, and Beau shot up at the sound, her expression hopeful. “You laughed, that’s a good sign!”

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip gently. “Beau,” you sighed loudly. “I really just want to sleep the rest of the day.”

“But,” she added, eyes becoming big, smile widening.

You hesitated in responding, lips pressed into a fine line. “But,” you started, “that pretzel sounds pretty good.”

Beau scrambled to her feet, knocking the pillows off the couch as she ran into the kitchen, almost slipping on your wooden floor. She grabbed the edge of the counter, eyes bugging out in excitement as she inched her face closer to yours. “So you’ll come with?!” She basically shouted.

You bobbed your head back, she was too close and you didn’t need Beau’s spit on your face. With a grunt, your head hung low. “Yeah, I guess—”

Beau shrieked so high pitched you’re sure earthquake detectors could’ve picked up her frequency. “YES! OH MY GOD!” She gave a few jumps before tackling you into a hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

You gasped for air when she let go, her grip cutting off your oxygen. “You owe me that damn pretzel,” you coughed lightly.

“I’ll buy you all the fucking pretzels you want!” Beau laughed, pushing you playfully with her hip. “Oh my god, I’m so stoked!” She pointed her two index fingers at you, eyes big. “I’m picking you up, no discussion on the issue. Ivy will meet us over there.”

“Why can’t I meet you over there, too?” You asked, lips pouting vaguely.

“Because I know you. You’ll get there and then leave even before we get through the security check,” she scoffed, looking at her nails for a moment. “So, I’ll be here thirty minutes before eleven. I want to be there right when Horror Fest opens.” You watched Beau saunter off towards your door. “So be ready! Make sure you look hot!” She gave you one last grin before leaving your apartment.

You raked your fingers through your knotted hair, feeling the regret of agreeing to go. You just wanted to make Beau happy and a small thought in your head made you think it would be a good idea to be distracted for a little while. She always got you to say yes when it came to outings. You needed to learn how to say no to her. With a quick glance around your kitchen, you headed to your bedroom. Another few hours of sleep before getting ready wouldn’t hurt.

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You shielded yourself from the cold inside Beau’s car while she battled to find a parking spot in the lot. She uttered curse words cruising up and down the rows before she sped up to snag a tiny space a Prius was about to slide into. It beeped at her just as it kept going, searching again. Beau glanced over at you, lip gloss in hand. Trying to avoid her gaze, you pulled down the visor to use the small mirror, checking absolutely nothing since you kept your makeup pretty natural.

“I told you to dress hot,” Beau sighed, lips pouted as she coated them in a soft coral color.

You looked down at your outfit; black jeans, burgundy velvet cropped cami with a black bomber jacket that would definitely not keep you warm during the entire night. “What’s wrong with how I look?” You frowned, your hands smoothed the sides of your jacket. “I am fucking layered in the thinnest clothing to try and look hot. Did you want me to come in just leggings and a sports bra?”

Beau threw her head back, hitting the headrest, cackling at your comment. Her eyes crinkled as she gave you the biggest grin. “Oh my god, you won’t believe how many girls will go to that extent to pick up some guy at a place like this.” She rested her hands over her bare stomach, her crop top had hiked up a little on the ride here. “Thanks for the good laugh. I needed that after realizing I’ll be screaming my head off within a few minutes.”

You looked out the window, crowds of people huddled near the entrance to Horror Fest, waiting for the doors to open. “Can’t believe all these people want to live the dream of being chased by psycho killers.” A worker wearing the neon orange vest switched on the lights near the entrance as other orange vests appeared in the ticket booths. The waiting crowd hollered and cheered, trying their best to fit in a line. You pursed your lips, watching the orange vests maneuver around trying to keep everyone in order. Damn that Min Yoongi guy. Just seeing those damn blinding vests made you want to find that bastard and slap that irritating face of his.

“Y/N, hello!” You jerked your head to the left, Beau observed you weirdly. “Are you not listening? Ivy is here. She said she’d meet us in the front, come on.”

“Sorry,” you muttered, undoing your seatbelt and opening the door slowly to insure the vehicle beside it wouldn’t get hit from how compact the parking spaces were. “I just got distracted.”

“No shit.” Beau smiled, shaking her head as she slipped on a jean jacket. “It’s freezing, oh my god!”

You hugged your torso, shivers ran down your spine as the coldness settled. “I knew I should’ve brought my coat.”

“Don’t zip up that jacket,” Beau told you. “That top is too cute to be covered.”

You rolled your eyes, following close behind her. “So you want me to get hypothermia?”

Beau shrugged, looping her arm around yours. “If it means you get a hot date, why not?”

“Guys! Hey!” A small girl stood near a Grim Reaper prop holding the ‘NO INNOCENCE ALLOWED’ sign. She gave a few waves while Beau jogged over to her, tackling her in a tight hug.

“IVY OHMYGOD!” Beau shouted, backing away to look your friend up and down. “You look freaking smokin’!”

Ivy posed, hand on her hip, flicking her hair over her shoulder to show her low cut top. She busted out in giggles, slapping Beau playfully on the arm. “Me? Look at you!” Her eyes widened when she saw you, a high pitched squeal startled you while she wrapped her arms around your neck. “Y/N! YOU CAME!”

You nodded, watching Ivy back away, clasping her hands together. “Beau tricked me with buying me pretzels.”

“She was going to come either way.” Beau waved you off, feeling proud she got you to come.

“Whatever the reason, I’m glad. It’s been too long since we’ve hung out together.” Ivy looked over her shoulder. “The lines are moving fast. Let’s get tonight started!”

Beau gave a playful howl as she high-fived Ivy while both took one of your arms and pulled you along towards the shortest line.

Upon entering, the girl that had scanned your ticket placed a black wristband with neon red smudges— blood smudges— to signify that you were VIP. The security guard checked you with a metal detector and allowed you to go through the metal gates. Beau and Ivy were already waiting for you, amazed by how everything was set up and decorated. The whole area was well lit with stadium lights and even some lanterns that hung around certain corners of Horror Fest. There were props placed around, some more disturbing than others, to show the spirit of Halloween. People roamed around, laughing and screaming in excitement, as they made their way to different attractions. The first three mazes were inside wooden houses that had been built since Horror Fest was invented. They were creaky, old, rundown and gave the whole haunted vibe at first glance. This year they were covered in spiderwebs and two staff members dressed in black robes stood at the entrances of all three houses. The rest of the seven mazes were made in the crop fields while others were built and structured out of tall walls of haystacks. All the mazes were spread out throughout the enormous space that is Horror Fest, making the night of fright last longer and spread anxiety to its participants.

You watched as staff members still placed pumpkins in every and any corner, making sure it looked festive and yet, spooky. Some were even dressed up wandering around scaring people that walked around going from maze to maze.

“Okay.” Beau clapped, gaining your attention. “I say we start from the houses since technically those are the first three in line. Then we can just go from there.”

Ivy gave a nod. “I heard that when you get to the fifth maze, they’re allowed to touch you.”

Your eyes grew big. “Touch?” Beau and Ivy turned to look at you. “No one said anything about touching.” You crossed your arms over your chest, glowering at Beau.

“I did say the intensity level was up a notch.” She shrugged, avoiding your glare.

“Yeah!” Ivy chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. “Apparently today is the only day it’s allowed. Plus, since Beau got VIP, they’ll be trying to get us—” she motioned her finger around the circle the three of you had formed— “to shit our pants with fear.”

“Wow, so we’re definite targets,” you commented bitterly, feeling the frown overtake your features.

Beau groaned, rolling her eyes and throwing her head back, annoyed. “So what? It’s not like you’ll even be scared!”

“Yeah, but I don’t want creepy ass monsters to tackle me to the freaking ground!”

“Relax.” Ivy stepped in-between the two of you, trying to prevent punches that would never even happen. “Let’s just do the first four and solve the rest after, okay? We’re here to have fun, remember?”

You watched Beau sulk, her arms on her hips and head low watching her foot draw circles on the floor. You exhaled loudly, pressing your lips together. “Fine. I’ll just run really fast so they won’t touch me.” Beau glanced up, fighting back a smile and Ivy put an arm around both of you. “Now, let’s go before I change my mind.”

The three of you headed to the first house that was far off to the right of where the entrance was. There was a small line to enter, so you all waited patiently while Ivy snapped a few pictures of you and Beau. She giggled when Beau took her phone and captured all three of you in a picture. The line moved a little before four people in front of you were stopped by the cloaked guardians of the house.

“I’m so excited!” Ivy squealed lowly, giving a little hop. “Last year probably won’t compare to this year.”

“I hope it’s better. Last year wasn’t scary,” Beau yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. “I need to be scared good so I won’t feel tired.” She smiled.

“Next group,” one of the two cloaked strangers spoke.

Beau turned to look at you and Ivy, teeth bared in excitement. “We’re next,” she whispered.

You pressed your lips tightly together as the line moved. You trailed behind Beau, showing your wristband as you entered the maze.

The eerie music resonated throughout the whole room making it impossible to hear anything but the sound effects of screams and heavy panting as you walked through the door, down a narrow hallway. The strobe lights went off as you entered a room that displayed two electric chairs with people sitting in them, completely motionless. They were each placed near a doorway that would lead you to different areas of the inside maze. The small group you and your friends were with all gathered in the center, not knowing where to go. You could feel the panic set, it was as if all of the fear surrounded you, letting the people in charge of scaring know they had gotten you right where they wanted. You tugged on Beau’s jacket, but she made no movement as she clung to Ivy’s arm.

“Let’s stick together,” you said to Beau and Ivy, who were too distracted by the atmosphere to hear you.

Just when two guys from the group were about to head to the left doorway, zapping sounds echoed in the room, blood curdling screams of the people trembling in the electric chairs filled the space. The crackling of the electricity and the violent movements of the chair legs scratching the wooden floors horrified the entire group, having them run like a herd of cattle towards the doorways. The lights flickered as the electricity and the screams continued, causing the group to push to get away from there. You grabbed onto Beau’s arm, lights getting dimmer around you. You felt her arm slip through your grasp as someone bumped into you while trying to get away from the beings in the electrical chairs. You squinted, the darkness setting and only screaming shadows ran around through the doorways. Cursing under your breath, you jogged towards the left doorway which was closest to you. You quickly made your way through the dark hallway, the sounds of heavy breathing coming from the walls. There was a dim white light at the end of the hall and you hurried, hands glided against the walls to secure your step. You crouched low, coming to a stop once entering the room.

You scanned around, realizing where you were—a morgue. The walls a nasty white color, scarlet stains splattered across them like if a child had finger painted. There were feet sticking out of the wall where the dead bodies were shoved into, draped with a dirt stained cloth, a tag on the left toe of each body displayed. The light panel overhead hung lopsided as if it had been pulled to tear it out of the ceiling. Along the far wall was a long black rectangular window, claw marks at the sides of the windowpanes.

You scrunched up your nose as you tried to catch your breath. The idea of the dead bodies climbing out of the wall came to mind, making your skin crawl. You spun around, examining the room, searching for an exit. The room was a dead end, but there had to be a hidden door somewhere. You crouched, looking towards the floor for a vent but there were none.

“C’mon,” you muttered to yourself. You froze when you heard several screams through the walls from another part of the house. “Shit.” You stood back up, eyeing a drape in a far corner you hadn’t noticed upon entering the room. “Bingo,” you breathed, striding over to it. As you pulled the drape aside, you found a small narrow door with a splattered ‘X’ in the middle of it. At that moment, the haunting music echoed throughout the room; the light flickered. You turned the knob on the door but it wouldn’t budge. “Fuck.” The deep bass made your chest thump with anxiety as the music got louder, ringing in your ears. Recorded screams and moans came from the rectangular window, causing you to still.

BANGBANGBANG!

Hands became visible on the other side of the black window as the light in the room had begun to turn on and off for periods of time. You jumped back at the noise of the window rattling as the bodies behind it slammed their palms onto the glass, shrieking for help.

“Come on!” You tugged at the knob until the door ‘plop’-ed open. Quickly, you lowered your head and entered another narrow hall, closing the door behind you. With your back pressed against the wall, you slowly walked through the tiny space.

The music behind you had died down, leaving your soft pants to be the only thing heard. Up ahead, you saw streams of light—an exit. Scurrying, you pushed yourself forwards with your hands on the wall until you reached another door. You peeked through the thin slits before you put all your weight against it to push it open. With a soft grunt, you backed yourself out the confined space, bumping into something as you stumbled backwards. You jumped away at the contact and made a 360 turn, only to see a familiar face.

“Jesus— You?!” You gaped at him, completely dumbfounded by the situation. There, standing before you was the damned guy himself, Min Yoongi. The faint lightening painted over his face, showcasing his parted lips and widened eyes.

He stared at you, shock apparent on his features as he stood a few inches away. “Holy shit,” he whispered. You blinked a few times, not believing your luck. “Where the hell did you come from?” He looked over your shoulder to see the open door. “How the hell—”

“What’re you doing here?!” You hissed, pointing at him accusingly.

Yoongi ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back before it fell back into place. “Well, I’m trying to find my way out like everyone else.” He glanced behind him, then focused back on you, brows knitted in the center. “Why are you here?”

The music found your ears, anxiety caused you to look up and down the hall. An exasperated sigh slipped through your lips, hands combing through your hair. Whenever music began, it never was good news.

“We need to leave— I need to leave.” You shook your head, walking forward.

“Hold on.” Yoongi followed closely behind you. “Too scared to stay in one place?”

You glared over your shoulder. “The music was getting louder.”

“So?”

“Loud music means things pop out. I don’t need to be in here any longer than I should.”

Turning a left corner, Yoongi still trailed behind you. A few shrieks echoed and you stop, trying to figure out how close that had sounded. Taking a few more steps, the noise of a fog machine startled you back into Yoongi’s chest. His hand automatically held onto your waist—hiking your jacket up— to keep himself from stumbling back.

“You okay?” He murmured into the back of your head, the fog dispersing throughout the hall. His breath sent chills through your body as you gave a nod, hand pushing strands of your hair behind your ear.

Moving along, you tried to focus through the thick smoke, strobe lights activating as both take another turn. You felt Yoongi’s fingers on your bare skin, slightly pressed into your side as the two of you kept going forward. The simple touch immersed so much heat that spread throughout your body, making you flustered in thinking of his hand being somewhat under your cami.

“There, right over there.” Yoongi pointed ahead with his free hand. You squinted through the flashing lights to see what he was talking about. Down the hall was the exit, it had to be.

With quick steps, the two of you zoomed down the hall, sighing in relief at the sight of the double doors. You and Yoongi pushed them open, the night breeze hitting your warm faces as you stepped outside. Inhaling the cool air, you rubbed your face with your hands, feeling Yoongi’s chest against your back. You stilled for a moment, eyes looking left and right to make sure your friends weren’t around to see. Pushing his hand away, you whirled around to face him, taking two steps away. The heat still lingeried where his hand had stayed. He watched you, brows up as if saying, ‘yeah, it’s me.’ His cheeks were slightly pink, perspiration twinkled at the sides of his face from the stuffiness inside the maze.

You scrunched up your face, crossing your arms over your chest. “Cheater.”

“Cheater?” Yoongi arched a brow. “What are you talking about?”

“You obviously used me to find a way out.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened, brows shot up at your snooty comment. “What’re you even saying? I, as in me—” he pointed at his chest— “found the exit.”

You rolled your eyes, lips pursed in annoyance. “Aren’t you supposed to be working? I’m sure your boss isn’t going to be too surprised you’re slacking.” You watched him yawn, his eyes wandered before he noticed you giving him a distasteful look.

“Please, keep talking. I only yawn when I’m super fascinated,” Yoongi retorted, lips forming the smallest hint of a smirk.

Your lips pulled back in a snarl. Ready to throw another lowball comeback, you hear whistling. You and Yoongi turned toward the same direction, only to see Beau and Ivy walking over. They panted lightly, hair wild as they grinned at you, excitement plastered on their faces.

“Oh my god!” Beau yelled, hands rested on your shoulders. “That was fucking awesome! Let’s hurry and go to the next because I—” she noticed Yoongi standing there, “—woah, sorry. Are we interrupting something?” She motioned to you and Yoongi with both of her index fingers. She turned to you and mouthed, “WOW,” a smug grin on her lips.

You scoffed. “Definitely not.”

Ivy observed Yoongi. Eyes trailed him up and down, her bottom lip pulled in-between her teeth as she elbowed you. “Who’s your friend?”

“He is not my friend,” you hissed at her. Peering over at Yoongi, you shifted your weight onto your left leg. “He was just leaving.”

“He was?” Beau and Ivy joined in together.

“I was?” Yoongi asked, mocking shock just to irk you more than you already were.

The double doors flung open, two guys ran out, heaving as they looked around with enormous eyes. The four of you stared while they approached Yoongi, who just smiled at them.

“How could you leave us behind?!” One of them shouted, hand pushing his brunet locks back. “I almost died in there, Yoongi!”

The other chuckled in between pants, signaling to his friend with his thumb. “It was funny.” His chestnut hair stuck to the sides of his face due to the sweat from all the running he had done in the maze.

“Shut up, Tae.”

Yoongi shook his head, hands shoved into his coat pockets. “I told you both to follow, but Hoseok screamed so loud you probably didn’t hear me.” He grinned as he watched Hoseok throw his head back, groaning loudly from his experience in the house.

Taehyung saw the three of you, smiled, before he did a double take. His light colored hair swishing with the harsh movement. “Uhhh…” his eyes, round in surprise, glanced over at Yoongi. “Who’re your —” he waved his hands toward the three of you— “your um…”

Beau gawked before approaching Taehyung, hand outstretched as she stood a foot away from him. “Hi, I’m Beau.” Her voice sounded sweet, causing him to shyly shake her hand, smiling at the ground before looking at her.

“I-I’m Taehyung,” he choked out, feeling embarrassed. “But, um, you can call me Tae.”

You caught Ivy and the other guy, Hoseok, had, too, introduced themselves also, bright smiles on their faces as their hands lingered during their handshake. All four of them were so engrossed towards one another, you were left out…with Yoongi. “Okay,” you coughed. “Well, we gotta go.”

“Can you guys excuse us for a moment?” Beau quickly added, grabbing your elbow as she pulled you aside. She faced you, eyes big. “What’re you doing?”

“I’m trying to get us to the next attraction.” You looked behind her, eyes narrowed as you watched Yoongi talk to Ivy and his friends.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” she pointed over her shoulder with her thumb, “those three guys are smokin’ hot. Why would you even think about ruining the chances here. I mean, there’s one for each of us, and by the looks of it, you and that guy Yoongi are—”

“We are nothing,” you cut her off, voice low.

Beau gave you a look of disbelief. “Really?” She cocked up a brow. “Because it looks like you guys are something.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake— I met him the day I picked up Clair, okay?” You groaned with frustration. “He started talking to me, pissed me off, and I left. That was it. I bumped into him in the maze by coincidence.” You rubbed your temples, a habit you’ve picked up whenever you felt bothered by something. In this case, someone.

Beau shrugged, shoulders hunched up to her ears. “So? First meetings never work out. This is your chance to start over.” Her smile reappeared, mischievous as she stood beside you, an arm around your shoulder. “Look at him. He’s fine,” she emphasized.

Tempted by the way Beau spoke, you looked. Yoongi stood next to Hoseok, who was similar in height with him. His raven colored hair fell delicately over his forehead while his eyes crinkled whenever he smiled. He wore black jeans and a white hoodie with a long black coat over it that reached his thighs. The whole ensemble made him look warm, inviting—unlike his personality.

“Let’s group up with them.” Beau interrupted your thoughts.

You stared at her in horror. “Hell no.”

“Y/N, c’mon. Don’t screw up my chances!” She gave you a playful punch on the arm. “If I play my cards right, I may be going home with Tae tonight,” she squealed, her eyes gleamed with enthusiasm.

You palmed your forehead, feeling absolutely discontent. It took you a moment to look at Beau. “Fine,” you muttered through clenched teeth.

“Fuck yes!” Beau whispered victoriously as she pulled you by your wrist to join the rest once again. Clearing her throat, all eyes settled upon you two. “So, we were talking, and it would be a great idea if we just made a big group.” She interlocked her fingers together as she talked. “That way we can enjoy the spooky stuff together.” You watched as she sent a wink to Taehyung.

“That would be awesome,” Ivy sighed, batting her eyes at Hoseok as he chuckled, looking down at his feet.

“Sounds like a plan,” Taehyung agreed, watching Beau take a step closer in his direction.

Yoongi’s eyes gazed over at you, the corner of his lips twitching upwards as he witnessed the annoyed scowl from the first night he met you reappear on your features. “You okay with that, Y/N?”

You avoided looking at him, turning your head while your hands rested on your hips, causing nothing but a faint smile on Yoongi’s lips.

“Of course she is,” Beau answered for you. “Now let’s get going guys.” She wrapped her arm around Taehyung’s, his eyes shocked by how straightforward she was with her actions.

“I swear on my dog’s lucky bone, if you guys leave me again—” Hoseok started, but halts his words when he feels Ivy’s fingertips vaguely brushed against his arm. His eyes followed her as she sauntered behind Taehyung and Beau. He pointed at Yoongi without even looking at him. “I’ll be good.”

You watched Hoseok jog up to Ivy, who greeted him with one of her biggest grins. “Wow,” you huffed.

“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Yoongi boasted, shoulders shrugged as if it was no big deal.

You shot him a menacing stare before you marched off after your friends, giving Yoongi no time to say anything else.

...............

Hoseok shrieked loudly as he ran out the fourth maze, Tae and Beau followed closely behind, laughing as much as their heaving lungs would let them. Ivy dashed out the crop maze, arms bent at the elbow as they moved side to side to quicken her pace—surpassing the three that stopped to try and catch their breath. Beau called after her, telling her she had gone too far. Yoongi was the next to jog out the crops, panting as he skidded to a stop near Hoseok, bending his torso forward to rest his hands on his knees. You rustled the crops as you casually walked out, dusting off your jacket, breathing absolutely normal. All four watched you, astounded by your impeccable composure.

“What the actual hell?” Hoseok gasped, voice hoarse from the constant strain of his vocal chords. “Are you a demon or something?”

You gazed over at him, satisfied smile on your lips. “I manifest only to scare the living.”

“I haven’t even heard you scream once,” Taehyung exhaled, regaining a steady breathing pattern. “But then again, all I hear is Hoseok.”

“That damn scientist was chasing me with a real fucking chainsaw! What did you expect me to do?! You now I can’t handle fear well.” Hoseok wiped the light sweat from his forehead, strands of his hair stuck to his damp skin.

“Don’t be surprised,” Beau puffed air through her lips. “Y/N is a tough one to crack. It’ll take a lot more than a rabid hospital patient with pointy teeth to scare her.”

Ivy paced near Hoseok, hands anxiously smoothed out her hair. He wrapped a hand around her wrist, calming her instantly as she froze in place. “I don’t know if I can go into the next maze,” she pouted. “They’ll be able to touch us.”

“We’ll be fine,” you yawned softly, stretching out your arms while you gave Yoongi a finger flick to the back of his head. He rewarded you with a lazy look, not caring that you barely even grazed him with your childish act. “I just wish I could’ve worn adequate shoes. My feet are starting to ache.”

Yoongi took a peek at your black ankle boots with a chunky heel before he met your eyes. “They look good on you, though,” he commented, loud enough for only you to hear.

You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the nth time that night. “Please hold off on your flattery. It’s not working.”

He took a step closer to you. “I’m just saying.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t say anything then. You’ll look better if you keep your mouth shut,” you sneered, eyes narrowed.

Yoongi scoffed a few chuckles, moving closer until he was right in front of you. His eyes scanned your face for a moment. “You wouldn’t be telling me that if you knew the great things this mouth can do,” he whispered lowly, sensual even. He leaned in closer, noses almost touching. “But I will say, I’d like to see that mouth of yours do more than just sass me.” His eyes gazed at your lips for a millisecond before meeting your stare.

Your eyes rounded as far as they could go, lips parted in shock at what Yoongi had just insinuated. He had rendered you speechless, unable to wipe that smug smile that had appeared on his lips. A cruel laugh resonated through his chest, gummy grin on display as he pointed at your expression. You felt your face heat up, anger surging through your veins.

“Ugh—You jerk,” you hissed, shoving at his chest.

Yoongi stumbled back, wiping his fake tears as he let out the last of his amused giggles. “That was good,” he sighed, content with himself. “You should’ve seen how red you got,” he mumbled, the smirk still visible on his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, your eyes noting how nice his hand looked; fingers long and thin. “Got you good.”

You flipped him off as his voice brought you back to reality, storming off towards the fifth maze, where the rest of the group had already started making their way to. You couldn’t believe his audacity. The nerve of that damned guy—unbearable! He was just making fun of you, taking you as a fool that would fall for his stupid antics.

Beau waved you over, her smile faltered as she noticed the aggravated manner in the way you stomped your way over to them. “You okay? You look beyond pissed.”

“I want to leave,” you declared, voice shaky with irritation.

“What? Why?” She asked, stepping aside with you. “Did you and Yoongi—”

“Don’t even mention him to me.” You pointed at her, the irritation evident in your tone.

Beau rose her hands up in surrender. “Y/N,” she sighed. “Just one more maze, okay? If you still want to leave, I’ll give you my car keys.” She smiled triumphantly, checking her immaculate nails. “Guess who’s going to Tae’s place after this?”

You shook your head. “Wow, Beau. You work fast.”

She smacked your arm. “Leave me be. He’s a great guy, and I don’t know. He might be more than a one nighter, y’know?” You watched her stare at Taehyung as he laughed with Hoseok and Yoongi, who joined them without you noticing. “Do we have a deal? One more maze.” She held up one finger, her smile sweet and pleading. “I don’t want you to miss out the fun.”

You smoothed your hand over your forehead. “Fine, okay.”

“You’re the best. I owe you,” Beau giggled, hugging the life out of you. “Come on.”

The two of you gathered with the rest. You stood as far away from Yoongi as possible, and he didn’t fail to notice.

“Okay, so what about this maze? What monsters lurk inside?” Ivy asked, huffing nervously.

Taehyung coughed, shrinking into his jacket to block out the cold. “There’s like killer clowns in this one or something like that.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, eyes widened with alarm. “Clowns?” Fuck.

Taehyung nodded. “Yeah. Yoongi told us.” You met Yoongi’s eyes, and all he did was observe you curiously while you hugged your torso.

“What? You scared?” Hoseok chuckled, taking it all as a joke.

You forced a smile. “As if.”

“Then, let’s get going!” Beau beamed, pulling you towards the maze.

You stop a few feet from the entrance— slipping through Beau’s hold— admiring the way the haystacks arch to make a huge opening to the maze. There’s a torch on each side of the archway, the fire emitting the smoke into the night air around it. The shrieks coming from inside the maze are no joke— girls are hollering ‘get away’ or ‘where the fuck do I go’ and it’s making the panic bubble in the pit of your stomach. You dry swallow, ears thudding with the action, making you realize that the fear is real— it got you and you haven’t even started the actual maze yet.

Beau, Ivy, Taehyung, and Hoseok showed their bracelets at the entrance, leaving you behind. Beau waved at you to hurry as they entered, her arm clutching onto Taehyung’s. You gave a nod as she disappeared from sight.

“You okay?” You jumped slightly, turning to see Yoongi beside you. “You’re not scared are you?” He egged on.

“Please,” you muttered, striding off towards the maze, showing the bracelet as you rushed inside.

The entire maze is constructed of haystacks. They’re neatly towered— double walls standing up to at least ten feet high— and well conducted in every turn and curve, not one out of place. You turned to the left, amazed at how well constructed it was. Your teeth chattered, the cold sending constant shivers through your body, even though you assumed a few were from the paranoia that had crept up at the mention of clowns. You’re thankful that since the maze is outside, the lights illuminate well enough to make it through. But then it dawns on you, you’ll see the clowns detail for detail, and the thought makes you feel sick.

Taking another left, you inhaled through your nostrils, bracing yourself for anything. Exhaling shakily, you thought of a clown waiting a fews steps away, hiding in a corner as it readied itself to grab hold of you. Your insides churned, feeling the need to gag at how much the fear had consumed you.

“Relax,” you told yourself while taking a right turn. “They’re people in costumes.”

The sound of an metal item hitting the floor startled you enough to gasp loudly. You cover your mouth, body still, hoping whatever was around didn’t hear you. The screams of Beau and Hoseok fill the air, their yelling not so far from where you were. You do a complete turn before hustling down the path and taking a left. A panicked, ‘fuck,’ slips through your lips as you hit a dead end. You backtrack, spinning to go in the direction you had come from and opt for the right turn, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you had been holding. But just as you hear Taehyung yell out a curse from somewhere in the maze, two haystacks tumble over in front of you. A noise escapes your lips as a clown walks out from behind them— head tilted and eyes set on you. The smeared makeup on his face enhances the realistic wound; stitches connecting his cheek to his nose, flesh so raw and fresh that it makes your stomach churn. X’s are drawn over his eyes in black smudgy paint, highlighting the white glossed contacts he’s wearing. He holds up an axe in mid-air, dripping red onto the hay covered ground as he stood with his toes pointed inwards. His grin sends a chill down your spine; teeth rotten and black, tongue licking over them as distorted chuckles gurgle in his throat.

That’s what does it.

Unable to hold it in any longer, you yell—loud enough for the whole maze to hear you. Loud enough that your whole body shakes from fright. The clown takes a step forward, waving the rusty axe, telling you to go toward him. Without thinking, you do. You dash past him, feeling the air be cut near you as he swung the axe behind you as you ran at full speed down the path, taking a sharp turn at a left corner. Your feet kept going, running quick, lungs sucking in as much air while it pierced your insides like cold shards of ice. You skidded to a stop to turn right before stumbling and falling forward. Stretching out your arms, your palms crashed onto the hay covered ground, stopping you from diving in face first. You grunt hissing in pain, palms throbbing while you dropped to your knees.

The sound of deep cackling fills the air. Your eyes widened as two more haystacks tumbled forward just a few feet away, blocking your way. Out, from in-between the double hay walls, steps the most grotesque clown in that maze yet. He gave you a wicked smile, teeth brown and spotted with tiny red splotches—blood. His chest parted open—bones on display, decaying flesh and intestines dangling on the edges of the ribcage. Skin dangled from it’s right shin, showcasing flesh and bone that was somewhat shattered from whatever it had been hit with. One of his eyes focused on you two while the other was nonexistent. Instead the space was black, vacant as it dripped black liquid that looked like car oil. His face was falling off in chunks, hitting the ground in clumps of black decay. He held up a machete—blade rusty and faded red— pointing it directly at you.

“Stay away,” you croaked, barely audible while you pushed yourself back into the hay wall. The thought of standing and running away was long gone as you sat on the floor, trapped, while the clown slowly took a step toward you. He laughed, a distorted growling sound filling your ears, as he heard the terror in your voice.

The clown stood in front of you, bloody toes peeking out from the open shoes he wore. It laughed, causing your blood to run cold as he reached for your wrist. You gasped, squealing in panic as he pulled you up, your knees wobbling. Tears welled up in your eyes while you stood there in his grasp.

“Purrrty,” he voiced slowly.

You blinked the tears back, not willing to cry in front of this person dressed like a nightmare you’ve had when you were a kid. “Please,” you gasped.

“BUTTERSCOTCH!”

The clown frowned, turning to look over his shoulder. You took a glance, a whimper of relief leaving your quivering lips. There, standing by the fallen hay, was Yoongi. He panted, jogging over when the clown let go of your wrist. With numb-like legs, you stumbled into his side, his arm holding you up before fast walking with you the way he had come.

“Better luck with the next one!” Yoongi told the clown, as he went back into his hiding spot.

You held onto Yoongi’s coat as he swiveled through the paths, picking up the pace. The cold autumn air numbed your face as you ran, eyes scanning every corner you passed. Taking one more turn, you gasp softly. Just up ahead was the exit. You could see the people running around the park, the voices faint but not too far away.

You panted as you stepped out of the torturous maze. Stopping a good distance away, you bend down, hands on your knees as you heaved for breath. Your hands trembled against your thighs, the rush of adrenaline making your body unresponsive to regaining composure. Yoongi’s hand smoothed your back, his breathing still heavy.

“It’s done, we’re out,” he states, exhaling loudly. “You okay? You looked like you were going to pass out.” You sluggishly stood up straight, watery eyes staring into Yoongi’s. His expression softened, hands automatically rubbing up and down your arms in comfort. “Woah, hey, it’s okay,” he breathed. “You’re okay, Y/N.” Yoongi felt your body quiver under his touch. Instinctively, he took off his coat, hanging it over your shoulders. “Want to talk about it?” He murmured, eyes focusing on you.

“H-how—” Your voice broke off.

“It’s the safe word,” he answered. “All staff must know the safe word and it’s on the pamphlets at the entrance, but looks like you didn’t bother to snatch one.” Yoongi noticed your hair, a quirky smile on his lips. “You have, um, you have hay in your hair.” You touched your head as he inched closer. “Here, let me.”

You viewed him through half-lidded eyes. The way his pouty lips slowly parted, tongue poking out slightly onto his bottom lip as his fingers laced through your hair to remove the strands of hay. The tip of his nose was a pale red color due to the cold and it made him look innocent, until he licked his lips. You observed as his tongue swiped across his lips, causing you to do the same to your own. That’s when you imagined it, his tongue gliding down your neck as his plush lips kissed down your collarbone to your breast. Your hands tangled in his hair as he kissed down your stomach and disappeared in-between your thighs— You snapped out of it when you felt his thumb rub your left temple, brow furrowed in concentration.

“You had some dirt,” he told you, arms falling to his sides.

You let out an unsteady breath. “You knew,” you claim, and he gave a nod.

“When Taehyung mentioned clowns, your face just drained of color.” Yoongi pressed his lips together before continuing. “That’s how I knew you were definitely scared of something.”

“Ah.” That’s all you were able to say, feeling embarrassed that he found out your only fear.

“Good thing too. If you had ended up not screaming once in a maze, you would’ve been way too tough for me.”

You let an airy giggle slip, making Yoongi smile. “Right.”

“Hurry! FUCKING RUN!”

You and Yoongi recognized the voice of Beau as both of you glanced to see her dragging Taehyung out the maze while Ivy and Hoseok ran past them, hand in hand. They coughed, wheezing as they tried to steady their breathing. Hoseok was the first to notice the two of you.

“How —the hell—” he began, in-between pants.

Yoongi shook his head, expression feigning annoyance. “I told you which way to go, Hobi.”

“He fucking forgot and I almost got caught by a damn nurse clown with a terrible face lift!” Beau accused, her chest heaving.

“That shit was intense,” Ivy whined, rubbing her arms to send some warmth through her system.

“The sixth maze is going to be worse than this,” Taehyung adds in, twisting his torso so his back could crack, readying himself for the next run-through.

You bit your bottom lip nervously. “Actually, I’m done for the night.”

Everyone settled their attention on you, causing you to rock back on your heels.

“What? Why?” Ivy leaned against Hoseok, his arm automatically draping around her shoulders.

“It’s getting late and I have work in a few hours.” You showed them the time on your phone: 1:45AM.

Beau frowned for a moment before a smile replaced it. “Here,” she sighed, pouting. “I’ll give you my keys. We’re still going to stick around.”

“I can take you home if you want,” Yoongi clears his throat. You turned to look at him so fast your neck almost cracked. “I have work in a few hours too. Might as well get going also.” He looked at his friends. “You guys cool with that?”

“Yeah, no sweat! We’ll get rides for these lovely ladies.” Taehyung smirks, his hand on Beau’s shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N, another scream-less maze run, huh?” Hoseok asked, amazed by your ability of not being afraid.

“Oh, um—”

“Yep, she’s made of steel,” Yoongi interjects as you fight back a smile. “Okay, well,” he turned to face you, “ready?”

With no hesitance, you nodded, waving bye to your friends while you followed Yoongi through the groups of people. There was silence between the two of you, the occasional staff member saying hi to Yoongi as they strolled around making sure everything was in order. The security guards bid the two of you a good night while you walked out the metal gates to the parking lot.

“This way,” he calls.

You hold on to his coat, wrapping it tighter around you, as you stuck to his side like glue. The scent of his cologne meeting your nostrils, the gentle aroma easing you into comfort. Yoongi unlocked a black jeep with the car remote and signaled for you to get on as he made his way to the driver’s seat. You let out a soft breath as you relaxed into the seat. It felt nice to finally be sitting after a few hours of running and nonstop strolling. Yoongi closed his door once inside, stretching before buckling up and turning on the engine.

“Feel better?” He asked, backing out the parking and driving out onto the dirt road. The ‘Horror Fest’ sign getting smaller in the rearview mirror as he drove away.

“A little, yeah.” You rub your palms against your thighs, the sting still present from when you fell. “Why did you lie to Hoseok about me not being scared?”

Yoongi hummed, his lips parting slightly. “Well, not everyone has to know your fear.”

You smile, eyes focused on him and the way the light from the night illuminated his features. “Thanks.”

He chuckled, his hand quickly rubbing his chin before setting it back on the steering wheel. “Listen, I’m sorry for being an ass…and for making you flustered earlier, too.” A smirk replaced his natural pout. “It was cute and entertaining as hell, but I’m sorry.”

“I should be sorry for being so condescending,” you began but he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. Like I said, entertaining as hell.” You giggled, Yoongi took a peek to see you actually smile, feeling satisfied with himself.

The rest of the ride went smoothly. You and Yoongi talked comfortably, laughing every now and then whilst sharing a funny comment to one’s stories. The faint background music eased the tension as you neared the city.

“How did you meet Hoseok and Taehyung?” You asked him after he finished a story about his older brother almost getting banned from Horror Fest a few years back.

“Oh, I’ve known them since forever,” he responded easily. “Since freshman year in high school. We all went to the same university too. I was Hoseok’s roommate until graduation. I left his apartment and got one of my own.” He stops the car at a red light, face turning to look at you. “My parents gifted me with an apartment of my own the day after graduation and I’ve lived by myself since then.” Yoongi’s eyes move down to your lips before snapping back to your eyes, a smile tugging the corner of his mouth. He sees the light change and begins to drive again, focusing on the road.

You felt heat rush throughout your body from the simple glance he gave you. Your fingers fiddled on your lap, unable to look at him anymore, fearing the blush would be apparent on your face.

“Oh, um, do you think we can stop by my place real quick?”

“Your place?” You asked, looking at him.

“Yeah. I asked my brother for a favor and I just really want to check if he got it done,” he explained, pressing his lips together.

“Oh. Sure, okay.”

There’s silence for a while, your mind racing as you get close to his home. You drum your fingers on your thighs.

“My place is up ahead. We won’t be too long,” he told you as he made a left turn at a green light.

Yoongi drove down two more streets before he went into a private parking garage and stationed his car in an empty space. He turned off the car and you got out, shutting the door before you trailed behind him. Yoongi locked the car with the alarm control before he pressed the button for the elevator. It dinged, and he let you enter first. He pushes the ‘7’ button and quickly the doors closed as it ascended. There’s a gap between the two of you. There’s no touching, but you could feel his warmth gravitating towards you. You could see Yoongi’s wandering eyes settle on you every few seconds, his fingers twitching at his sides. The elevator stopped, doors sliding open. He rushed out, leaving you to catch up to him with quick strides down the hall.

Yoongi stopped in front of his door—unlocked—by the time you reached him. He let you in first and all you could do was smile absentmindedly. His home seemed to reflect him—simple, messy, and cozy. His shoes were all lined up on a rack by the door, coats that he’d been using hung on hooks beside it, while a high little table had a round marble bowl with spare change and now his keys that he dropped into it from behind you. Yoongi helped you out his coat as he hung it with the rest.

“Make yourself at home,” he told you, slipping his shoes off by the door along with his socks. You stare at him oddly, and he noticed. “What? I like being barefoot in my house.”

Your eyes followed him into the living area while you took off your boots—along with your socks—and set them next to his. You let out a loud sigh, feeling relieved to be barefoot after hours of torturous walking. As you strolled into the living area, you were surprised to see Yoongi smoothing the surface of a black polished piano that was stationed at the far side of the room.

“Is this the favor?” You asked, curious as you stepped closer.

“Yeah.” He smiled over at you. “I ordered this piano a few days ago since my old one got ruined by something Taehyung dropped on the keys. It didn’t clean well, so, I had to replace it.” His fingertips traced motions on it’s surface, the excitement seeping out of him as he chuckled to himself. “I’m just glad I’m no longer piano-less.”

You arched a brow, hip leaning against Yoongi’s new item. “You play? I thought it was just for decoration.”

“Pfft, please,” he scoffed, eyeing your stance. “I’m somewhat of a pro.” His shoulders barely lifted up in a shrug, expression smug as he declared himself a big shot.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, biting it back. He was sensible. Yoongi sensible… Were you even sure he was the the same guy that was annoying the hell out of you earlier?

“I’ll play for you sometime.” His low murmur brought you out of your thoughts. Yoongi was gazing at you, his eyes scanning your face.

Your lips twitched up in smile. “What makes you think you’ll see me again?”

He half shrugged, scratching the back of his head. “I assumed you weren’t so annoyed by me anymore since I made you laugh a few times.” Your eyes widened in amusement, smile evident now as you listened to him talk. “Thought you were starting to see me as a decent human being.”

A giggle escaped you before you pursed your lips to try and keep your composure. “Oh, really?”

Yoongi inched closer to you. “I mean, I’m not that bad.” He hide his hands behind his back as he stood centimeters from you, as if trying to hold himself back. “I’m tolerable,” he whispered as he leaned his face closer to yours.

You felt your stomach somersault at how his voice had lowered down to the same tone from when he talked about his mouth doing wonders— sensual.

“I doubt that,” you murmured, your stare looking at his lips before up at his eyes.

“Just answer me this.” His nose brushed against yours, his breath fanning against your mouth. Your eyelids drooped as you gazed at him licking his lips. “You still think I’m an annoying asshole?”

The proximity was causing you to feel dizzy. His scent, his warmth, it was suffocating you in the most enticing way possible. Why was he affecting you so much?

“No,” you breathed, voice hushed.

He nodded a few times. “Okay.”

That was all it took for Yoongi to cup your face and crash his lips to yours. You gave a subtle squeak from the sudden motion which made Yoongi smile, his tongue separating your lips to deepen the kiss. He moaned, sliding his tongue into your mouth to find yours. Your hands wrapped themselves around his neck, bringing him closer, pressing your lips harder against his.

“God—I’ve been—dying to kiss you since the night we met,” Yoongi mumbled in-between kisses. His lips moved to your jaw, down to your neck. “What are you doing to me, Y/N?” He groaned against your skin, the vibrations of his voice causing you to shiver.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you panted as you felt his hands glide down your back to settle on your ass while his teeth nibbled your earlobe.

This was all true. You didn’t know what Yoongi was doing to you. He was the irritating ass you met at two in the morning, but now, you were there in his arms as his hands roamed your body, tongue lapping the side of your neck where he had been placing red splotches.

You separated from him, pulling off your jacket and throwing it aside. Yoongi’s pupils dilated while he touched your skin, skimming under your velvet top, pulling it up and over your head, revealing your plain black bra.

“Fuck,” he uttered, pressing his lips to yours again. Yoongi began walking you backwards, guiding you away from the piano and toward the couch. “You know I stared at your ass every time you walked away from me,” he confessed after you broke the kiss to remove his white hoodie along with the plain t-shirt he wore under. You hands touched his bare chest as his fingers worked on your jeans. You grinned at him, peppering his jaw with kisses. “Best attraction the entire night,” he breathed against your neck.

You moaned as you felt his hands slide down the back of your jeans to cup your ass as he pushed them down your hips. Quickly, you shimmied out of them as Yoongi worked to get rid of his pants. You saw the tent in his boxers, your mouth salivating at the sight. He took your hand and pulled you against his chest, his mouth on yours again. His hardened cock pressed itself against your stomach, a shaky moan released into the kiss.

“Lie down,” he muttered against your cheek. He watched as you took your time undoing the clasp of your bra, discarding it over your shoulder, sending it flying across the room. Yoongi moaned as you laid on his couch, a black silk thong away from being completely naked for him. “Fuck,” he closed his eyes, hand rubbing his covered dick.

Yoongi bit his lip, eyes fluttering open slowly, taking in every inch of you. He crawled over, hovering enough that your chest touched his. His lips found yours, teeth clashing lightly as one of his hands massaged one of your breasts. You huffed a moan into his mouth at the sensation of his thumb flicking over your nipple. Your thighs rubbed against each other as you felt yourself getting even more excited.

Yoongi’s hand slipped away from your breast, down your stomach to the band of your thong. His finger traced over your center before pulling aside the soft fabric, sucking in a breath at the feel of your arousal pooling at your entrance. “Are you really this wet from just making out?” His voice hoarse. You nodded, hands on his biceps. “Shit,” he groans, sliding a finger inside you. You squirm, feeling your walls contract against his digit.

“Yoongi,” you whine as he introduced another finger, pulling them in and out, getting you ready for him.

“Shit,” he grunted, removing both his fingers from inside you. You pant, half-lidded eyes watched him as he sucked his fingers, humming in approval. You dry swallowed, your arousal glistening on his lips before his tongue licked them. “I really want to eat you out,” he spoke confident in his statement. “But I will probably burst before I even get the chance to fuck you.”

You groaned at his words, feeling anxious as you lowered your gaze to his cock, your fingers made their way to it, barely touching it when it twitched. Yoongi hissed, as if in pain, while you stroked him. He was right. He was so hard that every move of your hand had him trembling. You leaned up, lips brushing his. “Please.”

The sound of your sultry voice saying that one single word sent him over the edge, his mouth opening yours as his tongue darted through to feel yours. Your hands pushed through his hair as his fingers pulled your thong down your thighs. He separated from you, hot and bothered as he held up a finger, trotting off down the hall. You completely removed your panties when he jogged back towards you, condom in hand. You grinned, licking your lips at the sight of his bare cock as his boxers hit the floor. He placed the condom on before pulling you up as he sat down.

“Come here.” He lured you to him, placing a knee on each side of his thighs. His hands gripped your hips as you drifted over his dick. “Ready?” You bit your lip, lowering yourself down onto him as your answer. The two of you gasped at the pressure of Yoongi’s dick sliding in. He lifted you up, removing himself from you before pulling you back onto him as he rammed himself completely in, bottoming out.

“Yoongi—fuck,” you hissed, resting your forehead to his shoulder.

Yoongi cupped your ass, moving it along as he thrusted upwards. You bounced on his dick, balancing yourself as you held on to his shoulders. He planted his mouth over your nipple, tongue swirling around it, nibbling at your flesh. “Shit, Y/N, you feel so good,” he breathed against your chest. His head lolled back as you bounced faster, breasts jumping with every move. “Keep going, baby,” he grunted, his thrusts meeting yours with every bounce.

Yoongi closed his eyes, biting into his bottom lip as he met your movements. Your moan caused him to peek up at you through lidded eyes. The sight of you in pure bliss had him twitching inside you.

You squealed once Yoongi took hold of your waist, turning you so your back rested on the couch. He pulled out, repositioning himself before he plunged inside, a yelp escaping your lips as his cock buried itself inside.

“Ah,” you panted, your fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. His lips molded onto yours while his hips thrusted at a faster pace. You could feel his dick throbbing inside you, a guttural moan forming through his lips.

“I’m so fucking close,” he grumbled, his words too airy as he felt your walls tightening with every stroke.

“Come for me,” you huffed, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling a surge of ecstasy as Yoongi’s thumb pressed against your clit. He growled against your ear, your words arousing him more than he already was. You kissed his neck, nibbling at his skin, until you felt your toes curl. Another wave of pleasure rippling through your being as Yoongi lifted your hips to meet his. His thrusts were getting rougher, your body arching up to press against his. A whiny groan slips through your lips as you let go, feeling yourself release over his cock and Yoongi choked out a moan in feeling your release.

He thrusted through your orgasm, snapping his hips quicker, feeling himself at the brink until you felt his cock twitch again. “Fuck,” he grunted, spilling into the condom. He rode out his high, last few thrusts slow. Yoongi tumbled over you, the weight of his body squishing you for a moment until he lazily slipped his cock out of you. You sighed contently as his lips planted fleeting kisses down your jaw, neck, and the valley of your breasts. “I’ll be right back,” he mumbled, getting up off you.

You sat up, eyes fixed on him as he disappeared into the hall again. You wrapped your arms around your torso, suddenly feeling aware that you were nude in Yoongi’s apartment. This was something you weren’t expecting, and embarrassment quickly replaced the pleasure you were feeling moments ago. Your hand instantly reached down to the floor to grab your thong, slipping them on while your eyes roamed around the dim-lit apartment to locate the rest of your clothing. You raked your fingers through your knotted hair, trying to figure out how you’d sneak out without Yoongi noticing.

“Hey.” You froze at the sound of his voice. Cautiously, you turned, eyes big when you saw him still completely naked. “What’re you doing?” Yoongi eyed the way you used your arms as a shield, covering your breasts while fidgeting on your heels.

“Oh, um, I was just…” You trailed off the sentence you forming as you tried avoiding eye contact.

Yoongi cocked his head to the side. “You weren’t thinking of leaving, were you?”

You turned your head away from him, feeling your face heat up from humiliation. “Kind of.”

There was silence, a deafening silence that hurt you more than getting caught trying to leave unnoticed. Was Yoongi embarrassed too? You hung your head, staring at your feet, accepting that whatever happened was a huge mistake.

Yoongi placed his fingers under your chin, tilting up your head so your eyes met his. “We’re not done for the night, Y/N,” he whispered, voice seductive. Your eyes widened, how did he approach you so quick without making a single noise? “You deserve to be fucked every way possible. Plus, my bed is waiting to meet you.” Your lips parted, taken aback by Yoongi’s words. “Would you like that?” He asked, placing a kiss at the corner of your mouth. Your knees buckled as his tongue swiped over your bottom lip, a quivering breathe left your lips. Your arms fell to your sides as he embraced you by the waist, pulling you close while pressing his mouth to yours.

“You still want me?” The question leaves your lips absentmindedly, making Yoongi raise his brows.

“Of course I do. Did you think I was going to hit it and quit it, kick you out on to the curb, and never speak to you again?” He eyed you seriously as your lips formed a thin line. “Wow, Y/N, I thought you liked me,” he scoffs, patting his chest on the spot where his heart is. “You wound me.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just I freaked out and —”

His lips cut you off as he gave you a tender-like kiss. “As I was saying before you ruined the moment,” he mumbles against your lips. You roll your eyes, causing him to smile. “My bed is waiting to meet you,” Yoongi continues as he gives you another kiss.

“I have work in a few hours,” you responded quietly into his lips, finally following along.

“Hmm.” He bit your lip slightly before he let it go. “So do I, and that’s not going to stop me from having sex with you a few more times.” You laughed, your stomach fluttered at how he awarded you a gummy smile.

“Yoongi, I really can’t.” You pouted your lips and Yoongi not being able to resist, kissed the pout until it became a grin.

“How about we compromise,” he started, pulling you flat against his chest, hands caressing your lower back.

“I’m listening,” you encouraged, your thumbs soothing over the soft pale skin of his cheeks.

“You stay, we fuck—” he wriggled his eyebrows up and down, “—then I take you home, we fuck again in your shower, and get ready for work.” You giggled as you shook your head. “After that, we meet back here and repeat,” he murmured as he captured your lips in another kiss.

You broke the kiss, a smile plastered on your face. You observed him, eyes focused on you, his lashes tangled with strands of damp hair. Yoongi looked as equally as fucked out as you probably did, with that hint of bliss. “Meet you in the bedroom,” you spoke against his mouth. You swerved around him, but his hand pinched your ass before you walked off, earning a squeal from you. Yoongi chuckled, arm wrapped around your torso as he fumbled forward with you leading the way down the hall to his bedroom.

You weren’t sure if this was anything serious, but it sure as hell was something, and you could tell Yoongi thought the same. Maybe panicking wasn’t the best option. After all, life was about chances and choices, and Yoongi was the most satisfying choice so far.

Yoongi’s eyes gazed at you saunter your way inside his bedroom. He whistled while you crawled onto his bed, turning to look at him with your lip caught in-between, ass on full display. He gave you a mischievous grin before he quickly followed after you. You shrieked as he jumped onto the bed, tackling you gently while his hand slid down your thigh, your thong slipping along. He engulfed you in his arms, kissing you feverishly while your head sunk into the pile of pillows.

Whatever this was, it was much better than any Horror Fest.

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flapperfromthefuture · 4 years

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I’ve been experimenting with a couple of new ways to beat the winter blues—baking with such frenzy that I have to buy the 18 egg cartons and the person at the register asks me, “Big weekend plans?” every. single. time, and expanding my horizons with such gusto that I nearly got dropkicked by a jazz enthusiast.

Let me explain.

After watching a beautiful tombstone-grey sunset at 3:30 one October afternoon, I had the urge to bake because “You can’t stick your head in the oven if there’s other stuff in there.”

So I have been baking. Like, obsessively.

I’ve even gotten fancy. I made a povitica, the Aaron Burr of breads, with raspberry and then apricot jam (very sticky, but tasty). Then I wanted to try a savory challah, so I experimented with adding different amounts of cardamom and THEN za’atar.

I tried making challah with harissa because it seemed like a good idea at the time. It was super messy working the harissa into the dough and then braiding it before the whole loaf could fall apart, but the end result was delicious and made my kitchen smell like a spice market in the midst of somewhere warm that is not Michigan.

I made two Bienenstich, or bee sting cakes, which I hadn’t attempted since my brioche class. I managed not to overdo the topping this time! No almond-induced structural collapses here.

Then I made this gigantic cinnamon roll, which the recipe claimed was an Estonian Kringla, and since the best cinnamon roll I’ve ever had was in Estonia, I tried it out. And it was pretty good, but didn’t quite get me to pre-winter euphoria levels, aka enough energy to stay awake past mid-afternoon because it’s so dark outside.

My sister really wanted to make Halloween desserts together, which translated into me buying all the supplies and then baking everything myself while she lay on the floor.

She had just run a half-marathon . . . five days earlier.

I don’t like making Rice Krispie treats as they are a tactile nightmare. Everything you touch sticks to you forever and then continues to stick to you even after you die. I also gravely miscalculated how many marshmallows to buy (because weight and volume are different, apparently? School never covered that) and my mom will not let me live it down—anyone who stops by the house is asked, “Do you want something to drink? Or maybe some marshmallows? Elizabeth bought a thousand.”

Stella likes to say, “God knew you’d be too powerful if you were good at math.”

I don’t enjoy cooking as much as baking, but I made my yearly stab at sides for Thanksgiving. These harissa sweet potatoes looked beautiful but were a little too spicy for my weak-ass family.

(I also may have put in too much harissa. But it’s expensive and I wanted to use it all!).

A and I are officially in the throes of cabin fever, and when our beloved Midnight Madness rolled around, she decided that we needed to mix things up and elected to check out a jazz club downtown that we had never visited. Our friend Julia was with us and her mom was in town from the East Coast, so A thought we’d show them a sophisticated time . . . after visiting the holiday petting zoo, of course, and making a quick stop in the Himalayan Bazaar to see if the Yeti was around—he was not, because he never is, BUT I WILL SEE HIM NEXT YEAR SO HELP ME.

Stella did not join us for Midnight Madness, electing instead to stay in and watch The Crown, which in hindsight, was too much of a gamble to take without supervision.

We swept into the jazz club with our heavy coats and dorky beanies and I immediately felt way too square to chill with the jazz cats. Everyone had sleek scarves and trendy eyewear and even the gorgeous modern light fixtures seemed to judge us as we sat at our table.

There was a lady wearing sunglasses inside. At night. In winter.

It was below freezing out. I thought, “Is this an awards show?”

I had only eaten roasted almonds and hot chocolate for dinner so I needed something revitalizing . . . or barring that, mozzarella sticks.

This jazz club did not have mozzarella sticks. Mozzarella sticks aren’t cool. They had charcuterie plates, pate, foie gras PB&J (why?), and charred baby octopus (WHY?), and everything was super expensive, but there was a jazz quintet onstage that seemed really legit, so I was excited to get some culture, even at the expense of mozzarella sticks.

A stared down at the menu like she could intimidate it into submission. She will eat anything, but draws the line at baby animals that have been set on fire.

“I don’t know what to get,” she said. “This never happens to me.”

“What are you guys ordering?” I asked Julia and her mom.

And then, out of nowhere, SLAM, a hand smacked our table loud enough to make me jump. An older man glared at me and said, “I’m not paying to hear you talk.”

He looked a lot like Santa, which made it even more distressing. I don’t want to get in trouble with Santa!

A is from Chicago and doesn’t take anyone’s shit (which is good for me, because to quote John Mulaney, “You could pour soup into my lap and I’d apologize to you“), so she looked Santa right in the eye and said, very calmly, “You don’t need to take that tone. We’ve never been here before and we’re trying to figure out what to order.”

Santa scowled and said, “Just be quiet.” Like we were children, which we are not. We patronize jazz clubs!

Just so we’re clear, A was the most well-behaved child who ever childed and practically showed up to preschool with a briefcase. No one has ever told her, “Just be quiet.” And I was so hyperfocused on craft kits and Legos that no one ever told me that either. In fact, adults scolded me to be less quiet because “You’re like a little ninja.”

“That wasn’t very Midwestern,” said Julia. “Don’t get the wrong idea, Mom. People in Ann Arbor are usually very chill.”

“He’s probably a boomer,” said Julia’s mom, who is a boomer herself, and incredibly cool.

We ordered our drinks and tried to enjoy the jazz.

Here’s the thing about jazz. People think they enjoy it, because music, right? Who doesn’t like music? Everyone loved La La Land, and there was jazz in that, right?

But what you don’t know about jazz, until you’re trapped in a jazz club with incinerated child octopi and furious boomers, is that the average jazz song is about fifteen minutes long. There’s the normal part, that sounds like a song and tells a story you can follow and enjoy, and then the improv starts. Every musician starts playing scales or hitting the drums in a way that should be exciting but really isn’t, and should build to something musically but really doesn’t, and then when they’re done the audience claps and the next person does the same thing, but it’s like listening to several minutes of joke set-ups with no punchlines. Over and over, until they just stop and then the next song starts.

“Are they going to do this for every song?” I thought about saying, but then did not, because I didn’t want to anger the man.

Instead, I checked my phone for a quick primer on jazz appreciation.

I still hadn’t eaten anything and A had declared that we wouldn’t be ordering any food so we could leave sooner . . . but not soon enough.

Other people were chatting and eating and enjoying the music, but I wasn’t doing any of those things.

A was glaring daggers into the back of Santa’s head.

Julia and her mom weren’t super into it either, to the point that Julia claimed that if she rushed the stage and pretended to be the next act by riffing on a triangle, no one would question it. Her mom was supportive of this, so it was time to go.

We said good-bye outside, relieved at finally being allowed to speak freely.

“That drum solo went on FOREVER,” said Julia.

“I thought the cymbal crash meant it was over but it just kept going!” said A.

“I really liked La La Land an hour ago and now I hate it,” I said.

So my journey to find something that will beat seasonal affective disorder back to whence it came continues. Will I go complicated and attempt to make my first panettone, which can take 24 HOURS to bake?

Or keep it simple and just get some mozzarella sticks?

Baking vs. Jazz: Holiday Showdown I’ve been experimenting with a couple of new ways to beat the winter blues—baking with such frenzy that I have to buy the 18 egg cartons and the person at the register asks me, "Big weekend plans?" every.

#ann arbor #baking #food #music

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ingloriousblasters · 6 years

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Nightmares and Magic (Alan Pangborn x Reader)

A/N: So I realized that I list Pangborn a lot as one of my favorite Rooker characters, but have never written anything for him because it’s out of my comfort zone of Merle and Yondu lol. So I decided to give it a try, since it’s Halloween season and I’ve watched the Dark Half for like the third time this month. Inspiration for the character was taken from other’s portrayal of him (especially the not being a fan of halloween), things from Castle Rock, and a quick search of the character on the Stephen King wiki page (which is a pretty good black hole to get sucked into!) Sorry, this was a long note.

No warnings really. Reader suffers from nightmares, but this one turned out pretty fluffy. The rental car you were driving rolled to a stop, the tires flattening the red, gold, and brown leaves down onto the faded asphalt road. The heater in the car barely functioned and you waited at the one stop light in town bundled in your charcoal gray peacoat, black scarf and knitted beanie. Glancing around at the rundown buildings of Castle Rock, a flood of memories rushed over you.

After graduating high school, your visits back home became few and far between. There always seemed to be a dark cloud hanging over the small Maine town; either strange occurrences happened to you, or you knew someone who knew someone things happened to. Your senior year was plagued with missing children, escaped inmates, and a husband and wife found dead in the short lived bed and breakfast. When you broke ties with the town, it felt like a weight was lifted from your body.

Your mother's passing is what brought you back. With both parents gone now, you were the only one left to take care of the affairs. Arriving late last night to the two story Victorian, you were driving into town this morning to pick up some food at the convenience store. It hadn’t even been twenty four hours and you could already feel the internal dread seeping back into your body.

You walked into the small shop, grabbed a red plastic basket and started to roam the short aisles. Staring at a shelf holding multiple kinds of peanut butter, you zoned out. The lack of sleep from last night finally catching up to you, you failed to notice the male presence walk past you, stop, and then come back.

“(Y/n)?! Is that you?” a raspy voice called you out of your trance. Creasing your brows you turned, wondering who could have recognized you. Before you stood the town sheriff. His short brown curls framed his reddened, wind burned face and his lean, but bulky frame towered over you. Taking in the man’s whole appearance with his brown and tan uniform, it took you a minute to recognize him, but those sparkling blue eyes had failed to change over the years. Glancing down at his badge only confirmed your thoughts.

“Alan?!” you said surprised. “You’re the sheriff?”

“Somebody’s gotta look after this place,” he shrugged his shoulders. “How ya doin?”

You sighed at his question. Of course word had spread at the passing of your mother. It was the Castle Rock PD that notified you of her passing, after old Mrs. King placed in a call saying she hadn’t seen your mother come out of the house in a few days. The elderly woman was the eyes of Castle Rock, always peering out her forrest green shades to lurk at residents.

“I’m okay. Just weird being back,” you finally said to him.

“Yeah, thought I saw a light on at your mother’s place on patrol last night. Never thought I’d ever see the likes of you around here again.” Alan’s lips formed a small smile and your cheeks prickled. Even after all these years, he could still make your heart flutter.

You were only a freshman when he was a senior and dating Annie, but you’d had a crush on him ever since you were little. The Pangborns had lived only a couple houses down the street from you, and you spent many summer days sitting out in the front yard just to get a glimpse of him. On your walks to school he and Annie would always pass by in his car, and you’d spend the rest of your walk daydreaming about being in that car with him instead.

“Well, I’ll be here for awhile,” you said and grabbed a random jar of peanut butter. Alan followed you up and down the aisles of the store and you two started to reconnect. When you made it to the check out, he told you he had to get back on duty.

“Hey, if you’re free tomorrow night, wanna grab a drink at the Mellow Tiger?” He asked as he stuck his hands into the pockets of his brown pants.

“Sure,” you blushed.

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Cleaning out the house proved more tiresome than you thought. Your mother never liked throwing anything away and the attic was littered with objects so that you couldn’t see the walls or floor. You rummaged through boxes upon boxes late into the evening and when you saw it was one in the morning decided to go to bed.

However, sleeping in the old structure proved difficult. You had forgotten how much you actually disliked the house you were raised in, especially at night. The groans and pops of the vintage pipes echoed throughout the frame and suddenly you remembered all those times as a child when you swore you could see shadowy figures down the hall. Somehow having both your parents in the house helped you swallow your fear back then. But now, alone in the big space, you realized just how scared you still were.

The floor creaked under your feet as you went to shut the door to your room, blocking out the long dark hallway, and you turned on the tv sitting on the dresser. Shutting off the light, the room glowed with the flickering picture from the television and you closed your eyes. The comforts of the closed door and the Golden Girls playing on the screen still didn’t seem to help as visions of shadowy figures plagued your dreams. You tried to escape the confines of the house but every door and window you pushed and pulled at were sealed shut. The dark masses slowly followed you around, until you had nowhere to go. Huddled in a corner, you folded your arms over your head as the black shadows grew closer and closer.

You woke up gasping for air and glanced at the alarm clock. It had only been an hour since you’d fallen asleep. Trying to find a comfortable position, you tossed and turned the rest of night, finally getting up when the sun began to rise. You continued to go through the contents of the attic until it was time to meet Alan at the bar.

Walking into the packed room, you saw the mass of curly hair over at a two seat table, picking at the label of his beer bottle. Still dressed in his uniform, Alan seemed to perk up when he saw you walking towards him. You ordered a bottle of beer as well when the waitress came over, and you and Alan picked up where you left off at the convenience store.

“So how long you planning on staying?” he asked taking a sip of beer. You watched as he licked his bottom lip clean of the couple drops that seeped from the bottle.

“Probably a couple weeks,” you finally said after you realized Alan had noticed you were watching him for a split second longer than normal. “Uh, I still have a lot of house cleaning and fixing up to do before even putting it on the market...If anyone will buy it.” He nodded his head, real estate in Castle Rock wasn’t the wisest choice of investment. The night continued and a couple bottles of beer later you were ready to go home. Whether or not you would sleep was another question.

Alan paid for the tab and walked with you back to the rental car. “Ya good to drive?”

You smiled at him. Even when he was off duty, he was still on guard.

“Yep, I’m good.” you glanced around the small parking lot, looking for the tan suv he drove as sheriff. “Where’s your car?” you wondered.

“Oh, I walked here,” he stated. Creasing your brows in confusion, you looked around again. Certainly the amount of beer your had wasn’t affecting your hearing.

“Really? That’s kind of a far walk. Longview’s on the other side of town isn’t it?” you asked.

“Uh, actually,” Alan said, scratching the back of his neck in a nervous manner. “I live in the apartments just down the block. Didn’t really need all that space...anymore,” his voice grew softer as he finished his sentence. He gave a huff of a laugh to try and diffuse the situation, but it was too late. Your face fell flat at his words and your insides were turning over in embarrassment. He had lost Annie and his son to a car crash.

“Oh my god. I am so sorry!” you started apologizing profusely. You had forgotten about the phone call you received from your mother a few years ago about it. It was the talk of Castle Rock for a good six months. “I am the biggest asshole ever. I didn’t --,”

“No, no no. It’s fine,” he waved his arm at you, letting you know you didn’t offend him “It’s alright. It’s been a few years since it happened. Probably should start going out more, at least that’s what Mrs. King says.”

Your heart started beating at a normal pace again at his words. You still thought you were the biggest idiot ever, but Alan had a way of calming you and your internal thoughts down. Even when you were younger and tripped in front of the whole school at lunch one day, faceplanting right into your tray of mashed potatoes and gravy. While everyone laughed, he came over to help you up.

“Can’t tell you how many times she’s set me up when I check in on her,” he shook his head.

“Oh, I’d love to see that,” you laughed.

“No, you wouldn’t” he deadpanned, though you could see the hint of a smile on his face. Alan opened the car door for you and both of you agreed to meet up again the same time tomorrow night.

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For the next week it became routine; meet up with Alan at the bar, head home and be tormented by the same nightmare, sleep for maybe an hour at sunrise, get up and clean out the house, and then go meet Alan again. By the seventh day you couldn’t hide the bags under your eyes anymore and Alan finally spoke up.

“Are you alright?” his eyes grew concerned as you zoned out while looking at the late night menu.

“Mhmm, fine. Just haven’t been sleeping all that great,” you shrugged it off. You didn’t want to bother him with your small problems when he had a town’s worth to deal with. He didn’t press any further, but watched you closely the rest of the night. You finished your meals and drinks and headed out to the parking lot.

“So, same time tomorrow?” you asked while fishing out the keys to the car in your purse.

“Um,’ Alan cleared his throat. “I’m gonna have to pass on tomorrow.”

“Oh,” you lowered your face, a little hurt at his words. Out of everything you were dealing with, your nights with Alan were the highlight. You thought maybe he had a ‘Mrs.King-inspired’ date, but Alan read your demeanor and was quick to clarify.

“Tomorrow’s Halloween. I don’t do Halloween.”

You looked at him confused.

“It’s my one night off and I tend to spend it at home, alone. Let the other officers handle the crazies,” he explained.

“Got it,” you nodded and stuck the key into the car door to unlock it. You were about to get in when Alan spoke up.

“You got a pen?” he asked while his hands moved up and down his body, feeling his pockets. You dug into your purse again and came out with a blue ink pen. He grabbed it with one hand while the other reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wrinkled receipt. Alan put the paper on the hood of your car and began to write.

“If you need me tomorrow, this is my home number,” he said, closing the pen and handing you the piece of paper. “I mean it. Anything at all, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Thanks,” you smiled and stuck the paper into your purse. He hugged you goodnight and waited until you left the parking lot to start walking back to his place.

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The next day played out as usual. You had managed to make it through the attic in the week you had been here and were now starting on the damp, dark, unfinished basement. Glancing down at your watch, it was close to eight at night. Since it was technically a holiday, you decided to end your work early and see if maybe you’d finally be tired enough to fall into a deep sleep with no dreaming at all. Walking up the wooden staircase to the first floor, you shut off all the lights as you went around. You weren’t in the Halloween spirit and didn’t want to chance any wayward trick or treaters coming to the door.

Getting to the second floor, you changed out of your jeans and sweater and into an oversized navy blue tshirt. In keeping with tradition, you closed the door to the bedroom and switched on the tv to help lull you to sleep. You nestled further into the covers, your body starting to relax and soon the voices on the television faded away.

You were in the basement again, packing away black and white photos of unknown ancestors when a chill ran through your body. Your heart pounded against your chest as you slowly turned around and saw nothing but darkness, the black shadows inches away from you. You screamed and tried to run to the staircase but tripped and the creatures took their chance and swarmed you. When they touched you, you flinched at the coldness and the jerk of your body forced you awake. Gasping underneath the sheets, tears ran down your face. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take.

Once your breathing was under control you got out of bed and reached into your purse laying on the ground. Pulling out the receipt Alan had left his number on, you searched for the cordless phone in your room but couldn’t find it. Opening the door to the bedroom, you quickly felt for the hall light switch on the wall and turned it on. Tiptoeing your way to the hallway railing, which allowed you to see the entire living room below, you could make out the phone sitting on the couch. You inhaled a deep breath and slowly walked down the hall, to the stairs, and briskly crossed the open floor to the couch and picked up the bulky gray phone. Your thumb hovered over the on button when you second guessed yourself. It was late, you were being silly and didn’t want to disturbed Alan on his one night off.

Then you heard it. Multiple deep pounds near the back of the house by the kitchen followed by the creak of one of the windows. You screamed, and as you ran back up the staircase, you saw out of the corner of your eye a shadowy figure heading away from the house through the bay window. Clutching the phone and paper tightly in your hand you plowed into the hall bathroom, locked the door, and dialed Alan’s number. The line clicked.

“Hello?” his groggy voice answered.

“Alan?” you squeaked.

“(Y/n)?” he said, a little more awake.

“I’m sorry. I woke you up,”

“No, it’s fine. What’s wrong?”

You swallowed back a sob. “I...I think someone tried to break in the house.”

“What?” you could hear the clank of his recliner move as he bolted upright. “Are you ok? Where are you?”

“I locked myself in the upstairs bathroom,” you said as you heard him shuffling around in the background.

“Ok, stay there. I’m on my way,”

“No, please don’t hang up,” you whined. There was a pause on the phone.

“Sweetheart,” Alan sighed. “I gotta hang up in order to get to you. If something happens, I want you to call Mary at the station. She’ll patch me through alright?”

“Ok” you nodded.

“Alright, I’m gonna hang up now. I’ll be there ten minutes tops.”

“Frog,” you called out before he hung up.

“What?” Alan asked, wondering if you’d had a stroke as well.

“My...my mom kept a spare key under the frog in the flowerbed,” you told him. Alan acknowledged the information and then you heard the click of the phone again.

Huddled in the corner between the tub and sink, it felt like hours before you heard footsteps on the porch and the front door open. A few moments later, there was a knock at the bathroom door.

“(y/n) it’s Alan. You can open up the door,” his warm voice called. For the first time all night you finally felt relieved. Unfolding your arms from your legs, you stood up on the cold tile floor and unlocked the door. Your eyes did a double take when you saw Alan standing there in his brown jacket, gray sweatshirt and pants, and white tennis shoes. Your mind still expecting to see him in uniform for some reason.

“You ok?” he asked. For a split second, you saw his eyes grow large at your minimal attire before his stoic sheriff face came back. You nodded your head and he gathered you in his arms. Burying your face in his chest, his mint and woodsy smell help calm your body. He walked you back to your room where you both sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Walked the perimeter and checked everything inside. Found some muddy footprints and empty beer cans at the edge of the woods out back. My guess is it was some kids thinking this place was abandoned,” he told you. You nodded your head and thanked him. Alan went downstairs to get you a glass of water and seeing your still worried look, reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a coin.

“Hey” he said softly and sat back down getting your attention. He made sure he saw the quarter in his hand before twirling it through his fingers and it disappeared. You smiled and let out a laugh.

“So you don’t do Halloween, but you like magic?” you lifted an eyebrow. Alan shook his head.

“It’s different,” he stated as the quarter reappeared in his palm. “Magic is a science. An illusion takes practice and precision.” He swiftly moved his hands again and it vanished. “There’s no surprises because I’m in control,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and the quarter emerged when he brought his hand back. “Halloween is a bunch of teenagers trying to break into an abandoned house and raise the dead,” he sighed. You took a sip of water and laid back against the headboard.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asked as he got up.

“Uhh” you started. You weren’t sure how he would react to your request. “Could you maybe... stay a little while? I haven’t really slept a whole lot since I’ve been here.”

Alan’s blue eyes met yours and you saw him swallow the lump in his throat. “Oh, sure” he agreed. He walked back over, taking his jacket off and sliding his shoes off his feet. Slowly he got onto the bed and sat next to you. You scooted down to rest your head on the pillows and laid in silence as both of you watched old reruns of a black and white sitcom. Sometime in the middle of the night you tossed and turned, but could hear Alan’s calming voice next to you, calling you out of the nightmare.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m right here,” he whispered. You turned at the sound of his voice and instead of the cold touch of the dark figures, you felt warm hands wrap around your body. You nuzzled up to the broad frame, falling back asleep.

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The sound of the toilet flushing down the hall woke you up, and you were surprised to see sunlight illuminating the room. The shuffling of feet came closer and Alan walked back into the bedroom to see you awake and smiled.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?” he asked as he grabbed his shoes and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Honestly,” you said. “That was probably the best night of sleep I’ve had since I’ve been here.”

“Yeah, I slept pretty good too,” Alan admitted. “I, uh, better get going though. Gonna be late to work.” You grabbed the fleece blanket draped over the wingback chair and wrapped it around your body before walking Alan down to the front door. Standing in the entrance foyer, you thanked him again.

“Hey, if you’re free after your shift tonight would you like to come back over? I can make dinner or something,” you suggested.

“Sure, sounds great,” he said throwing on his jacket.

“Great,” you agreed. Noticing a tuft of curly hair sticking up on the side of his head, you brushed your hand over his soft hair to try and smooth it out. Alan took the opportunity of you being so close and gave you a soft kiss.

“Till then,” he said and opened the front door. Smiling, you watched him walk down the porch steps and into his suv.

As promised, Alan came back later that night, and the next night, and the night after that. Soon, he stayed permanently, both of you becoming each other’s light underneath the dark dome of Castle Rock.

#alan pangborn #alan pangborn x reader #michael rooker fanfic #the dark half #fluff

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bugheadfamily · 6 years

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Bughead Family Discord Member Spotlight

This week the spotlight is on Cat ( @shibbycat ), our newest admin! Click the read more link below to get to know our member!

Spotlight by Mila, @jughead-jones | Graphic by Katie, @betty-cooper

Cat | @shibbycat

Name: Cat

Age: I’m old enough to own a Sega Genesis bought in a store the year it was released, and yes. I still play it.

Location: Northern Italy for the time being, but I’m prone to moving quite bit.

Any other languages aside from English people can contact you in?: I can do some conversational Spanish, and I can have Eric (my husband) tell me what you’re saying in Russian.

Favourite Riverdale characters and ships?: What gave you the impression that I like Riverdale or its ships? JK. Shockingly, I’m all about that Bughead. ALL about it. I care about most of the characters & their successes/failures… with Betty, Jughead, Veronica & Cheryl in the lead.

Favourite moments from S1 & S2?: Wow. Talk about a Sophie’s Choice. Here goes nothing. I legit yelled at my screen during The Look in 1x02, “omG. IT’S HAPPENING.” My childhood ship was exhumed. Best day. The dynamic between Jughead & FP in 1x07 rang particularly true to me. I also took away that Jughead talks about Jellybean like she’s his kid, not his sister. It guts me every single time. The end bit where Betty & Jughead walk away together really demonstrated how close they already were as a couple. Bonus for that being the scene where it clicks with Archie his two best friends were 5000% together, & their friendships was never going to be the same. It’s a small moment but I love it. Picking one thing from Season 2??? Co-Presidents. The absolute equality in their relationship was so perfectly on point here for me. The support and respect for one another was on display in blinking neon lights. WAIT. The hospital scene. I can’t leave it off. Jughead “I’ll never stop loving you” Jones almost gets murdered & only feels bad about not being there for Betty. All that matters to Betty is Jughead getting better. Plus, down-the-face kisses. I can’t with these two.

What are your hopes for S3?: I’m really hoping to see more of a focus on the friendships. I want to see them all work together in general & specifically, to defeat Hiram. We got to see an entire season of Hiram doing nothing but succeeding in his various nefarious causes & successfully pitting Bughead/Varchie against one another. Seeing his takedown at the hands of those whose lives & relationships he thought destroyed as they’re instead working together? Yes. Very yes. I’m of course beyond stoked for the Bughead Detective Agency & them working/growing together in their relationship & lives. Some actual fun times would be great to see. Yano, ones that don’t end in someone getting murdered or going to jail.

Other fandoms you’re into?: Besides Riverdale, I only exist in lurker status (thanks anxiety!) for fandoms, but I lurk(ed) super hard in Harry Potter (Except that I’ve totally written terrible HP fic. Really happy no one’s going to read this to know that), Reylo, Doctor Who, & Sherlock.

What are some of your favourite movies/TV?: Besides the obvious, just about everything Disney touches owns my pocketbook, dedication & continued attention. Parks & Rec, The Office (both UK & US), Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gilmore Girls, Doctor Who, Star Trek: TNG, & Sherlock are all shows I can watch on repeat. I’m not even going to start on non-Disney movies, because I’ll be here all day.

Favourite books?: This is literally the most difficult question to answer, because books are life. I’m going to keep it brief & say “Harry Potter.” They changed my life, they saved my life, & they’re always there to welcome me home.

Favourite bands/musicians?: Favorites are so hard. I like a little something from most genres of music, but I can never turn off classic Elton John, BSB (I had full plans to marry Kevin as an 11 year old), Linkin Park, John Williams, Lady GaGa, Guns n Roses, The Killers, or Queen. Big picture wise, I’m particularly attached to Classic Rock, practically anything 80s, late 90s/early 2000s pop (I still know all the choreo to Bye Bye Bye & Oops... I Did It Again), The Great American Songbook, classical music, popular songs converted classical arrangements, and I’m a sucker for 1960s/70s R&B/soul. Long story short, I make a lot of playlists.

If you could live in any fictional world which one would you choose and why?: Harry Potter for sure. Wands which choose you. Broomsticks which get released like new car models. Owls which deliver mail anywhere. Portkeys/Apparating/Brooms/Floo powder making travel dirt cheap/free. Butterbeer & Pumpkin Juice. If it’s not clear, I’m really into Harry Potter. OH. I also did a HP LARP a few years ago in a Polish castle, & it was the greatest thing EVER.

Favourite food?: Oh food. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Seriously. I travel around just to eat. Limiting to one kind? Mexican food. I could eat it everyday.

Favourite season?: Fall/winter. First of all, I like to wear a GRIP of layers. I’m also a big fan of being lazy & putting a beanie on over my unstyled (often unbrushed) hair. I’m also VERY into Halloween & Christmas. I decorate for both with gusto. Christmas goes up in my house the same day it does at Disneyland: 10 November. I’m also obsessed with Christmas Markets. So many quality Halloween/Christmas films too! I have an entire list of mandatory watches every year.

Favourite plant?: Really large sunflowers with the dark red/deep orange petals. Their seeds also demonstrate the Fibonacci sequence, and I’m a human who believes math is the most beautiful thing in the entire world.

Favourite scent?: There’s something magical smelling about old books for me. I also really enjoy the way rain smells on dry pavement when it first starts falling.

Favourite colour?: It’s been purple ever since I learned how the Phoenicians made it when I was 9.

Favourite animal?: Cats. All kinds & sizes...except Sphynxes. & unicorns. Are you a night owl, an early bird, or a vampire?: Night owl/early bird. The insomnia is strong with this one.

Place you want to visit?: I’ve been lucky enough to check a lot of places off my “must see” list, but Madagascar is still a life goal. OH! & to visit every single Disney park around the world.

Do you have pets? If you do, tell us a little about them: Ah! Something I LOVE talking about. I have 3 incredibly spoiled cat children who want to cuddle all the time. That’s right. Cat loves cats. They’re all rescues, Maine Coons, and little characters to be sure. Their names are Dorcas, Knick Knack, & Elmo. We’ve had Dorky for 10 years and Elmo & Knick Knack for 9 years. Knick Knack likes to walk on a leash & paws at the door for his walk. Dorcas plays fetch with toy mice, and Elmo likes to cuddle so hard Eric is genuinely worried I’ll be suffocated by his snuggles.

Tell us a little about yourself?: My grandma once told me that I’ve always known exactly who I am, even as a child, and I’ve let that sense-of-self guide me (not always to greatness mind you) every day. I’m an introvert with fairly crippling anxiety & depression, and I simply don’t care who knows it. If me being upfront about it can help anyone, I’m happy to do it. I’m hypercritical of myself & what I put out into the world. Being frank, honest, and sarcastic are how I say “hello,” but I’m also a firm believer in “don’t say something rude just to say something rude.” Tact is key. Encouraging people to find their own happiness & fulfillment in life are things which bring me joy. Likewise, I’d do pretty much anything for a friend, & if there’s something I can do to help them/help someone in their journey to find happiness in life, I want to do it. Uuuummm, I laugh so hard I cry a lot, and my eyeliner runs. It always makes people think I’ve been crying for real & filled with emotions. It’s awkward. I guess I’m creative? I like woodworking, pyrography, crafting, and making nerd stuff through those mediums.

Fun or weird fact about you?: I entered my wedding reception to “The Imperial March.” It’s safe to say I’ve been a wee bit obsessed with Star Wars for longer than my Sega Genesis is old.

This is the ninth instalment of Bughead Family’s Member Spotlight series. Each week, a member’s url is selected through a randomizer and they will be featured in a spotlight post. In order to participate, please join the Bughead Discord (more information found here). Thank you.

#bughead #riverdale #bughead family discord #member spotlight #bugheadfamily

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quantumchickpea · 6 years

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Halloween ask answers for @grammarnazikun

Afraid: What’s something you’re no longer scared of?

I’m still scared of a lot of things, but I’m better at eating out at restaurants now. I’ll at least eat at one if I’m asked to. XD

Bats: Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

I don’t anymore. As a kid, I’d sleep with a massive pile/wall of stuffies. I do still own all of my stuffed animals from when I was a kid, which is a lot... I also have newer nerdy ones too. XD I love stuffed animals. ^-^

Skeleton: Have you ever broken a bone?

I have sprained a lot of bones. XD Falling down stairs, tripping, catching a basketball wrong... but my one bone that I have ever broken was a few years ago and the dumbest thing ever. XD We have a mattress on a futon as our bed and the end of the bed has a wooden arm rest.... I somehow kicked it in my sleep and broke this tiny bone that’s beneath your pinky toe in the bottom of your foot. It’s tiny. I mean tiny... there are two there and they’re free floating.. but it made it unbearable to walk and I had to wear skater shoes and use crutches to walk. XD So special. XD

Ghost: Have you ever had a supernatural encounter?

So many. Too many to count. My whole life is filled with them. I started seeing ghosts, hearing them, and what not when I was 3 years old. It runs in my family. I tend to buy things that have spirits attached to them. They come to me to show me how they died, to talk... Sometimes it’s family, but a lot of times... they’re random people. The worst places for me to be because I get bombarded with them is the Titanic exhibit that travels around or anything with artifacts really... XD old buildings... antique shops... I love antique shops, but it can be overwhelming. My parents house is haunted with family and random people. I spent time telling spirits to go away or let them hang around. It depends. I had a therapist, that was also a spiritual person, teach me how to use the white bubble that you see in Le Noir Tattoo to push them away from me and to block myself. If you’ve read that story then you know what that is. Not knowing how to block yourself off can be dangerous. I don’t get scared... unless they scare me or they’re negative. Scare me like they appear out of no where. XD That’s happened. Or they show me how they died through a dream and I wake up to them towering over me in bed. I hate.... that. I guess I can give one example.

I had this dream about a guy that was dressed in these 90′s clothes. He was wearing a orange beanie and grey fuzzy vest over a white shirt with shorts... I was in a car or truck and he started banging on my window, yelling for me to get out. Fire was everywhere. I woke up to see a shadow figure looming over my bed. I flipped out. XD

Another time is I got these old books from my husband’s parents. His mom was getting rid of them and so I took them all. Old like their all from 1800′s to 1940′s. One of the books... was a gift book that was for some society back in the 1800′s. I was reading it and saw a man at a desk writing and a woman reading. I kept taking in different people handling it. I went into our bedroom and a guy appeared. He wore a red hoodie, jeans, and a white shirt. He had messy brown hair, blue eyes with shadows beneath them and sunken in cheeks. He looked sickly and had no... space bubble. He was up on me, following me around. I told him to go away and I used my light to force him out of the house, before he even had a moment to show me anything. He scared me because he appeared out of no where and wouldn’t stop following me around. Plus I was getting dressed. No one wants that. XD I told my husband and he moves spirits on because he can. XD The guy appeared in his car, furious with me. He was mad that I had forced him out without even hearing him out. XD Anyway, I was walking back from our son’s school one day and the guy came back. He no longer had shadows beneath his eyes or had sunken in cheeks. He looked brighter, happier, but he still had no space bubble. He kept trying to grab my hand and I kept waving him off, but he kept walking with me. He did that a couple of times, but he never came back... Until, I was writing The Unwanted Ring and then he stood behind me a couple of times. XD

My parent’s house is haunted because when I was a teen, I thought it would be fun to use a spirit board, that I bought at Borders. DO NOT USE A OUIJA BOARD OF ANY KIND. DO NOT BUY ONE AT A THRIFT STORE. I say this because I bought a brand new one and did that with a friend. A man named Gregory came through and said how he was hung and what not. A sound of someone dropping onto the table occurred. My husbands aunt is wiccan and she can see things and hear things. She confirmed I had opened a portal there and that there was a giant spiritual root there already in that exact spot. Which makes sense because my parents house is built within a development that didn’t realize until it was too late... that they had built housing on Native American Burial Ground. Yet today... they are still building on it. sigh. Anyway, I forever am stuck with that spirit board because I’m not giving it to people. But I did go back and close that portal. I can’t get rid of the giant root. It’s been there for decades. :) But my parents still have ghost issues. haha Mostly family. My mom sages the house regularly. ^-^

I knew my grandma was gone before my parents came in to tell me when I was 7 years old because she had come in a dream to tell me.

Stuff like that. haha Here’s a drawing I did recently of the guy from the book that had no space bubble. XD

#ask #Thank you for asking #halloween ask #halloween 2018

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cristalknife · 3 years

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Kadam Week 2021 Day 4 ~ You are my treasure, can I keep you as part of my hoard? 3/4

(In four parts Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 or read complete on ao3 or ff.net)

July arrived and with it the time to move to New York.

Despite it all Kurt found out that it was less hard than what he expected, especially deciding what he wanted to take with him.

The piano and his mother drawer were the only two sentimental piece of furniture he didn't want to miss, and after asking his father, including asking Finn about the piano, if it was ok, Kurt had them both delivered to his new home.

The next important choice Kurt made about his living arrangement was splurging on a luxurious king sized bed. Big enough to either spread himself on it no matter on which form he was, or to comfortably allowing another person to sleep in it.

While the renovation were proceeding swiftly, Kurt started to look around for a job.

It was a mere coincidence that he had just decided to stop the search to read one or two articles on vogue dot com, allowing himself a distraction to enjoy a coffee break, when he noticed a tiny link saying that there were new openings available.

Checking on the openings on a whim he saw that one of them was right here in New York, it was a personal assistant for one of the senior editor. Without even thinking too much on it, Kurt sent his resume and his portfolio containing all the costumes and accessory he made since he was in middle school.

It was quite the surprise when he found himself being called for an interview only a couple of days later.

Once hired it took him no time to actually find his footing between the work at Vogue and finishing his nest.

One of the things he was most proud of, was that he managed to recreate a mini dancing studio on one corner of the loft.

He had found a bargain, four full figure mirrors that could be moved around to give both the front and side view of a position or put side by side and offer enough view to check out a choreography.

He ended up also splurging on a portable ballet bar, so he could train properly even in his own home and not just on the school’s studios once he officially started attending it.

Nyada had been full of surprises.

First of all, Rachel had looked terribly and personally offended when she discovered Kurt was accepted in the school as well. She pushed things to the point that she refused to say hello to him during the first few days, and even refusing to look at him. Not that it affected Kurt that much, or at all in fact…

When she finally realised that all the gossipping she had done trying to put him down wasn’t as effective since he wasn't living in the dorms like she did, a piece of information she managed to obtain after using her feminine charms on a student working as administrative aid in the dorm hall.

She quickly returned to see him as her best gay and started giving hints on how it would be amazing living together, and how sharing rent would be a lot easier, and how she was willing to do this for his benefit, since he was not able to get a place in the dorms like she had.

Kurt simply smiled and allowed Rachel to rant, before finding a way to distract her and move along without ever answering the veiled and not so veiled attempts at discovering where he was living.

He was past the point of caring for someone so ready to walk all over him once he was no longer useful. Especially if they had an history of returning, apologising while and expecting for things to return exactly the same, and then restart the cycle all over again.

One of the first things Kurt had done once he stepped officially into the school as a student, was to search for the Adam's Apples’ posters.

He kept an eye out for James in the hallways as he moved through the school. It took Kurt about a week, to fully mentally map the school, and find the ways that were faster to move through his classes.

The second thing he had to do, was finding out a balance between keeping working with Isabelle for Vogue, and properly handle his schooling.

Fortunately at that time his nest had been already completed and he had already the time to settle and cosied up in his new home.

It took him exactly twenty one days before he managed to find the balance to start extra curricular activities. During that time he had already made friends with a few of his classmates. Especially some from the ‘intro to costume design and care workshop’. Which he had soon discovered, despite the misleading name, was very much at the very least an intermediate class if not directly an advanced one...

The good thing about not having a choice on which course he could attend, was that he had his complete schedule for the next four years, and it looked gruelling…

But if he managed to keep the pace, he would came out a great performer, with enough technical knowledge to never have to worry about finding a job whether on the stage or behind the scenes...

All in all the prospect of such stability was very tempting and worthwhile.

The course were spreaded out in his schedule in a way that kept a pretty nice balance, alternating between active and physically oriented classes and the theoretical or light activity ones.

The one thing that Kurt hadn't figured out yet, was how come he could hear a lot of people badmouthing The Apples, while none of those who did seemed to even able to say the correct name of the group.

After the third attempt of yet another well meaning friendly classmates, about not joining a group of losers, Kurt made a vow to himself that as soon as he felt comfortable in the school, he would join the Adam's Apple.

The day Rachel Berry thought it was a good idea come to Kurt to say how glad she was that neither of them were underdogs anymore.

No longer part of the basket containing rag dolls and misfit toys, but proper members of the school’s social hierarchy and ready to soar high above the masses.

It was the day that Kurt stopped postponing it and went directly to sign his name on the sign up flier. On a whim he left in there also his number with a smiley face and the message 'call me'

He wasn't sure why he got so bold, maybe it was because, like the very first time, the poster carried on it the now familiar scent of sugar cinnamon with that tantalising hint of peppermint that Kurt was steadily falling in love with.

He had tried to find at school, the person wearing it, but between all his classes and the overpowering mixed scent from all the other students, the very faint trace left in the air was never enough for Kurt to manage to meet that person.

By the time he reached the end of his school day, his phone had a new message from an unknown number ‘If you don't have other previous engagements we're in the auditorium 2 on the west side of the campus. Adam’

Kurt found himself grinning broadly, his step quick and light as he travelled securely through the school's hallways to reach his destination. The closer he got, the more pregnant the air got with both familiar and new scents.

As he walked in, he saw many familiar face and felt a warm and welcoming humming sensation passing through his skin.

It wasn't invasive but it was clearly something someone was doing, as it didn't felt hostile at all, unlike other prodding Kurt had to deal with, he simply smiled and allow himself to be read openly, letting his walls consciously coming down.

As soon as he did that almost everyone in the room looked at him with a mix of awe and respect. James ginned madly and waved "Come on in Kurt it's so good to see you again. I'm glad you found us, you arrived just in time we were voting on what to work on next, come come we need your opinion"

Kurt raised an eyebrow asking curiously "I thought there was going some sort of audition first to join in?"

A tall blond man with a beanie, and a smile that could bring a ray of sunshine in the middle of a blizzard, said warmly in a soft british accent "Oh there were, but you already passed all the important ones, and we know already you can sing, or you wouldn't be a major vocal performer... By the way I’m Adam Crawford, nice to finally meet you in person Kurt"

Kurt thought back to all he had observed that far and started grinning "So that's why no one with clearly not so nice intention seems to ever get the name of your group right..."

Adam nodded, a smug pleased smile taking place on his face, seeing that expression made Kurt puff out his chest with pride at having managed such accomplishment.

As soon as Kurt had walked up the group Adam offered him his hand to shake, when they touched a spark of electricity travelled down his spine.

Whether it was because of that first skin on skin contact or because, once he had got close enough he was finally able to identify that Adam was the one carrying around the familiar scent he had been searching for.

The one scent that had kept Kurt sane and grounded since the very first time he stepped foot on Nyada all those months ago.

Following Adam's example everyone took a turn to introduce themselves and wave a welcome to Kurt, already accepting him as a member of their community.

Kurt didn’t realise it at the time, but from that moment on he would always stand in Adam’s vicinity.

And while the other Apples would at times pat him on the back or have some small occasional touch, like quick hugs, or crying on Kurt’s shoulder and receiving comfort, Adam was the only one allowed casual lingering touches, legs brushing, a hand left on Kurt longer than strictly necessary.

Being a member of the Adam’s Apples was a new and amazing experience for Kurt, the feeling of being accepted without question or conditions almost a little heady.

He relished in it, returning the smiles and feeling more at home than he ever thought possible.

It took Kurt longer than he would have liked to admit, almost until Halloween, for him to realise that every single member of the Adam's Apples had supernatural heritage.

To realise that his initial act of good will, lowering his walls for all of them, had been taken exactly for the huge sign of trust that it was.

And when he realised that, one of the times they were the last one left to straighten up the auditorium after practice, Kurt found himself asking Adam "Is it because we all have supernatural heritage that every time we sing together the air vibrates and makes all our scents stronger and mingle together into a single harmony?"

Adam turned to look at Kurt intently, he unconsciously licked his lips before asking surprised "You feel that too?"

Kurt looked up confused and then asked "Doesn't everyone? I thought it was one of the reasons why we always end up together one way or another. Especially the day after practice, each one of us carries on our mixed scent and it feels like we’re all part of… Well same as a colony I guess? Or maybe a community? I’m not sure neither term seem just quite right though they both come close enough…"

Kurt was frowning trying to translate the sound ringing in his mind into human language. Its meaning larger than family, but it also represented a cohesive unit, it was puzzling him.

Even more puzzling was the fact that Adam was staring at Kurt, almost as if he was unsure of something, his hands clenching around the journal in which he often scribbled the arrangements for their group.

It was barely above a whisper, but in the silent room Adam’s words sounded as clear as crystal bells "A clan..."

And as soon as Adam said the word Kurt looked up and he felt as if he was completely raw and exposed. A question burning inside him, a question that was important, vitally so.

The kind of questions that only had life altering answers, and as it raised from the very centre of his soul, Kurt's voice become incredibly soft as he asked shyly "Ours?"

What Kurt didn't know, but that Adam could see, was that Kurt's eye had shifted, slit pupils and silver shining giving away exactly Kurt's heritage for the first time.

And Adam found the sight downright breathtaking, the air between them vibrating with promises and opportunities.

Not wanting to risk losing his chance, or give Kurt the wrong impression that he was being rejected Adam answered just as softly

"Ours if you want to accept the responsibility of taking care of them together."

Kurt smiled and nodded "I'd love for that and more"

then a little self conscious he asked hesitantly "Adam, can I tell you something weird without risking losing you?"

Adam smiled reassuringly "Kurt I can promise you that no matter how strange it might seem, it won't be the reason for me to want to leave you"

Kurt appeared reassured by the honest and realistic answer Adam gave him "I love your scent. I've loved it since the first day I stepped in the school and I met James. And I don't know why but since I joined the Apples, I find that I am missing it and you all the more every time we are apart, and I'm sorry it probably sounds creepy I promised it did not sound that bad in my head."

Kurt groaned and hid his face into his hands a pained whine leaving his throat.

Hearing that sound made Adam react without even thinking. He moved faster than either of them expected and wrapped his arms around Kurt's shoulders, nuzzling his face on top of Kurt's head, slowly making his way down to the crock of Kurt’s neck.

Efficiently scent marking Kurt as his, Adam’s eyes shifted, the vertical slit and the iridescent ocean blue colour shown openly, perfect match as Kurt's own eyes.

To Adam’s immense surprise and pleasure, Kurt's whine transformed into a soft purr as he threw his head back and allowed Adam to continue the action also on the other side of his neck, completely drenching Kurt in Adam's own scent.

Kurt didn't know when he closed his eyes, but the moment he reopened them he was staring into Adam's shifted eyes, he leaned forward and started nuzzling his nose against Adam's.

An action that made the other man exhale a sigh and hold onto Kurt a fraction tighter than before. Feeling a rush of delighted pleasure hearing the sound, Kurt mirrored Adam's actions in the reverse order. Starting nuzzling his face on Adam's neck working his way from one side to the other, his hand wrapped possessively around Adam's waist.

Kurt stopped only when all he could smell was their combined scent, a small satisfied growl left his throat as he rested his forehead against Adam's breathing in the result of their combined effort.

In what sounded like a teasing purr Kurt asked with a grin "Does this mean we are going to go out on a date anytime soon?"

Adam chuckled, and said jovially "If you pick up your bag we can go now. I know just the place, it has a mean cuppa and I've been told a killer cheesecake. We could try it out and you can tell me if it is as fabulous as it's rumoured to be, if not we could go on another date until we find our cheesecake..."

Kurt grinned picking up his bag quickly and then offering his hand to Adam who accepted it in his in a heartbeat before entwining their fingers together.

Kurt chuckled and asked playfully "You know right that after such introduction it is basically guaranteed that I'd call it not as up as it's hyped, just for the sake of having more dates in which we chase the perfect cheesecake?"

Adam grinned and winked at Kurt before answering tongue in cheek "You say it, like mentioning that part wasn't exactly all part of my great master plan..."

Kurt laughed amused and then leaned forward to place a peek on Adam's cheek before saying pleased "I'm glad you have such plans for us, please feel free to think more of them, I've liked all our adventures this far..."

Adam grinned and true to his word, he lead Kurt to their first official date.

By the time every corner and every door frame of Nyada carried a ribbon with mistletoe, everyone in the school knew to not to ever trying bring trouble to The Apples.

Everyone also knew that every moment in which they were not in class, where Adam Crawford was Kurt Hummel wouldn't be much far, with the reverse being just as true…

Rachel had tried unsuccessfully to claim back even a semblance of closeness with Kurt, but Kurt had lost any regard for her a long time ago, exactly the moment when she did as Kurt had always suspected she would, and dumped Finn like yesterday's trash.

All for the sake of courting the grace of an older Nyada's student, trying to gain a better social standing within the school's social hierarchy.

As cold as it might have sounded, the girl that used to be his friend had disappeared the moment that the diva returned with an ego bigger than ever before.

Believing she was the best of the best because a senior asked her, a freshmen to star in his project, she had no shame in posing nude for it, and it gained her many admirers.

Kurt couldn't do anything else but shake his head at the spectacle and hoping against hope, that she knew what she was doing. He might not have considered her a friend anymore, but he didn't want to see her professional reputation destroyed because of a stupid mistake she made on her first year in college...

But alas, she was not part of the ones under his care, and between everything going on in his life, he really couldn’t spare the energies or the time mothering a girl who didn’t even realise how coddled she had been all her life…

Once the golden tickets for the Winter Showcase were handed out, another wave of jealousy and envy was aimed directly at Kurt, for he was the only freshman this year to be invited.

On that evening he demonstrated exactly why he earned his golden ticket, as he won the event with his performance.

Adam couldn't have been more proud of his boyfriend, however when people came around and he tried to give Kurt space, allowing him to bask in his well deserved glory, Kurt surprised him and everyone else in the Round Room.

When one of the school generous patrons asked him how he could perform with such vivid emotions Kurt simply smiled, wrapped his arm around Adam's waist and said

"By knowing I have the full support of my partner and our friends. Knowing that he will be here for me every step of the way, flying high by my side and never resenting my time in the spot light. Because he is just as sure as I am, of our individual skills, and he knows we’ll all have our time to shine. I wouldn't stand where I am now if I hadn't met him and our friends."

Adam knew it wasn't Kurt's intention to try to promote him or the other Apples. But having a Winter Showcase Winner sharing the spotlight, putting his name and reputation on the line promoting other students, and talking about them with such conviction, it was almost unheard of, and thus something to take note of, something that piqued the curiosity of many people.

Especially because Kurt’s belief in them being the truth reverberated in each and every word he spoke that night.

Their first christmas together as a couple saw Adam and Kurt rounding up at the loft all the members of their clan who were not going home for the holidays, and make a three days long sleepover, with shared cooking and stories, and lots of lit candles and songs.

With the new year new challenges awaited, Adam and Kurt's relationship was growing deeper and stronger the more time they spent together.

The Apples formed a protective shield around the couple, when it became known that in the midst of the group of prospect coming over to visit the school and take their final auditions, there was also Kurt's ex.

Who, despite not having had contact with Kurt in almost a year, and despite the fact that Kurt had been in a relationship with Adam for quite few months now, still believed he could somehow have any claim on Kurt.

Certainly he demonstrated to be annoyingly persistent, to the point that more than one student, even those who didn't like the fact that Kurt wasn't willing to play their social intrigue games, were more than willing to push the hobbit under the bus...

And if that school wide show of support had started, because a couple of the Apples had been talking about how Kurt would be glad to anyone keeping the midget away from him...

Well no one would be stupid enough to admit openly to eavesdrop other people discussions...

And if that conversation had been carefully planned to happen within the earshot of two of the most well known gossips of Nyada...

Well knowing glances were exchanged within their clan, but no one openly commented on it.

Except the casual "Oh look what happened, I wonder how that came to be" said with knowing grins.

Blaine had been shocked by his reception at Nyada to say the least. He had expected to walk in there as an acclaimed rock star. He expected Rachel and Kurt to pat his back for his accomplishments of coming so far. Well to be completely honest, he expected Rachel to be top of the world and Kurt to be completely lost and floundering without him… Instead the rumours he could hear, told him a whole different story, one he didn't want to listen to.

So Blaine did what he knew how to do best, he ignored everything that didn't fit his view of the world, like people somehow respecting and finding Kurt to be more interesting than himself.

Sure that it would all go away as usual, and the proper order of things would soon be restored and great things were waiting just for him when he’d step into the school the coming fall...

Rachel was starting to feel the pressure of being all alone. She was surrounded by admirers who were starting to wavery slip away.

Especially once her connection to Blaine became known, while the school as whole seemed to have a sudden unreasonable and unprovoked dislike for her friend.

She was getting desperate, nothing she did seemed to please her professors, they kept repeating that she was taking the easy way out, that she wasn't pouring her effort into her studies, that she wasn't trying hard enough...

It was frustrating to say the least, but her new boyfriend offered her a great solution to remedy most of her problem, she simply had to challenge Kurt to a Midnight Madness duel.

Given his position as Winter Showcase Winner he couldn't refuse the challenge without losing face, and Rachel simply needed to tell Brody which song she could beat Kurt with, and he would take care of the rest, making sure it would be randomly be extracted for their duel.

And Of course as per Midnight Madness tradition as the challenger she could go and sing first, adjusting the key of the song to her range, creating more difficulties for Kurt.

Needless to say that when Rachel came and threw her challenge gauntlet at Kurt's feet, as last act of kindness to honour the friendship they had shared in the past, Kurt offered Rachel a way out, to take back the challenge while there were no other witnesses than both of theirs boyfriends, and let things go.

Rachel of course only saw that as Kurt being too afraid of loosing to her, like he always had before.

Blindly believing in her own ability she simply called out the attention of everyone nearby and repeated her challenge.

Kurt shook his head but accepted the challenge and then in a lower voice he said to her "I hope you're happy in the end. Remember this I tried to stop you, what happens next it’s all on you."

Rachel too self assured in her own arrogance she said condescendingly "I will remember that when I'm back on top of the pyramid and you're back on the bottom where you belong"

After such callous remark Kurt completely washed his hands of her.

As their duel date grew closer Adam stood by Kurt's side, reminding him that it was ok to let go of toxic people.

A couple of days before the duel Kurt asked Adam worried "Are you sure our clan won't see this as me turning my back on one of my friend..."

Adam came right behind Kurt and held him in a gentle embrace "Darling, I'm pretty sure we all see how your relationship with Berry can barely be called acquaintanceship. She had not been willing to spend time with you at the beginning of the year, by the time thanksgiving had came around she wasn't even saying hello to you in the hallways... That's not friendship. So no, my love don't worry, we all know you take good care of your friends. And it's perfectly ok to stop considering someone your friend if they have stopped being one. In fact I have to say that I personally found it more worthy of praise, knowing when to walk away from things that are not good for you, especially if you have people depending on you. My love do you understand how important you are to me? How much your happiness and wellbeing mean to me?"

Kurt simply nodded slowly and resting his head on Adam's shoulder leaving small kisses on the exposed skin under his lips

Despite the delightful sensation Adam kept talking seriously and said "Do you realise that once you became the other leader of our clan you pledged to take care of every member of our clan, that my dearest, includes yourself. So please don't worry so much about what she could do, or how our clan will react when you defeat her, because I can tell you exactly how it will end. You will win despite the machination that surely Berry and Weston have going on, and then we'll have everyone asking to come over to your place to celebrate your victory and end staying up until dawn”

Kurt chuckled at what sounded like a pretty accurate description of their clan's usual behaviour. He leaned in and kissed Adam properly allowing his tongue to take in the sweet spicy taste that was so characteristically Adam before asking right on his partner's swollen lips "Does that mean you're coming home with me starting tonight so we can prepare enough food to have our place invaded by the hoard of famished friends that are also the loved members of our clan?"

Adam’s smile grew bigger at hearing Kurt calling the loft their place. It was sort of the unofficial truth in a way, they ended up spending most of their time at Kurt's place because it was bigger and the presence of both the piano and what could be considered a mini dance studio, was the optimal set up for arrangements and choosing choreography without having to spend hours to no end on the school’s grounds. The loft had also all the best facility within easy reach, like the stocked kitchen and a comfy bed.

On the rare occasion they were not at the loft, they both could be found at Adam's small flat.

It didn't allow the same amount of freedom as the loft did, but on the brighter side it had been in Adam's family for many years, making it the kind of sure base no one could ever kick them out from.

It was the kind of security that made the slightly cramped space still very much cherished and worthwhile.

As things were, Adam was more than willing to help out preparing the feast for Kurt's celebration.

The night of the Midnight Madness came, and as Adam had predicted Weston was the judge, casting some shadows on the randomness of the songs selection, especially when the song extracted was Defying Gravity, and Rachel had a very satisfied smile on her face.

Kurt only sighed softly and shook his head, pity shining in his eyes.

After Rachel performed, Kurt found out that the musicians were not going to adapt the score to his key. He simply shrugged it off and proceeded in giving one of the best performance anyone in the room had ever seen from him.

And once more, just as Adam predicted, he won with a landslide. Even before reaching Bushwick texts of congratulations and requests to drop by the loft started, and once everyone arrived the rest of the night passed between laughters smiles and happiness.

By the time Adam and Kurt had been left alone and everyone else had dispersed Kurt asked teasingly "You know, sometimes I wonder if you have at least a small skill like premonition or foresight... You were pretty accurate on what was going to happen last night"

Adam chuckled softly "Last night wasn't even a guess, it was simply a deep knowledge of all the people involved in the situation. I knew you are an incredible singer. I knew Berry was too full of herself, and that Weston had too many reasons to want Berry to succeed. And I've known some of our clan's members for the past four years. With all that knowledge there wasn't even need to guess on how the night would have evolved."

Kurt nodded, the reasoning was perfectly logical and yet he felt like there was something more, smiling softly he tilted his head to the side and asked curiously "Should I take your lack of general answer as an indication that I ended up poking to a family secret you're not allowed to share with me?"

Adam blinked slowly registering the calm acceptance coming from Kurt, his scent as open and welcoming as ever.

And Adam felt himself fall a little deeper in love with Kurt, because he could read in every line of Kurt's body, in every sound of his wonderful voice, that Adam could answer that yes it was a family secret, and it would be accepted without a second thought. No additional pressure or demands. And that thought of complete trust and acceptance was almost too much to bear. Adam came standing in front of Kurt and kissed him passionately.

When they both emerged from it short on their breath, Adam rested his forehead on Kurt's and said very lowly as it if was a secret that needed to stay just between the two of them "There is a little bit of foresight in the family but it's not one of my abilities"

Adam should have expected it, really, but seeing the look of awe Kurt sent his way, and all because he opened up a little. It was breathtaking, he noticed how Kurt turned wistful as he said just as softly and lowly as Adam had, intuitively mimicking the intentional spell of keeping those words from anyone else's ears "I wish I'd knew that much or anything really about my own heritage and family’s abilities"

Adam blinked confused, no one with so much power and control could be anything else but the descendant of two lines with no less than five, maybe six generations of member of the family able to shift completely. He never asked or seen for himself but Adam was was sure Kurt was able to shift completely.

Because it mattered not how the air moved into the loft, there was not a single place that didn’t smell mainly of Kurt. Even if his own scent had been around and present long enough, that anyone with a nose could reach the loft's door and know that even if only one person was found inside, there was also someone else guarding the treasures inside.

Adam could see the honest hint of sadness and regret that added a touch of acre undertone to Kurt's usually fresh scent of mint honey and rosemary. It smelled like loss, and things were not making much sense to Adam, and following an instinct that screamed at him that he was missing something important he asked impulsively "How long have you known?"

Kurt bit his lower lip and started shuffling things around, not really looking up at Adam when he said “less than a year ago, I found out the day I broke up with Blaine, it was like something just broke inside of me. And next thing I know my dad takes me for a field trip into the woods, instead of going home for dinner.

He brings me to a canyon with a spectacular view, that I'm pretty sure was out of place in Ohio, he tells me he didn't know how else to do it, that he wished my mom was still with us to help him out. And to forgive him for what he was about to do.

Then he frikking walked back over the edge and I lost at least a decade of my life in that exact moment. Not even knowing how or why I dived after him, the next thing I know we have both shifted into dragons and he's giving me direction with a series of growls that shouldn't have made as much sense as they did. And then grinning like he hadn't given me the scare of a lifetime he said something about how I did well.

Before he had the gall to ask me if I could figure out how to turn back human on my own, or if we needed to find a way to take me home in that shape. I was soo mad at him, and none of the sound I could produce were adequate to express exactly what I wanted to tell him"

Adam raised a hand to cover his mouth, seeing how incensed Kurt still was, almost a year later from the episode, gave him a pretty good indication that if nothing else his rage born of fear had been enough to allow Kurt to find a way to return to his human form on his own.

Kurt noticed Adam silent chuckle and levelled him a glare "It was not that funny at that moment, though it was one of the only few times my dad simply allowed me to vent at him till the very end of everything I had to say afterwards"

Adam simply nodded still smiling, and Kurt continued

"Well he also explained to me he really didn't know what to do, as he refused to do as his father did, despite that being the same exact way how his father’s father had doe, dad was adamant about not wanting to simply push me off a cliff..."

As Adam wrinkled his nose Kurt took in that despite the humour there was no apparent surprise in his boyfriend stance, nor in his scent, so he asked perplexed "You don't seem surprised?"

Adam shook his head "Not really love, those have been indeed way to test out kids to see whether they just had potential, or if they could only access part of the family's abilities, or if they had the gift strong enough to make a full shift. Despite sounding more traumatic, a long fall like a cliff or a canyon would give the child the time to shift without coming to harm or giving the elder the time needed to rescued them should they be unable to shift."

Kurt raised his eyebrow "And what exactly would be a seemingly less scary and more dangerous way?"

Adam grinned and shrugged as he said totally unbothered "A game of let's see who can jump higher done from the roof or a two floors cottage in the middle of the English's countryside..."

Kurt looked taken aback and blinked. Adam could see the gears turning inside his mind "You must have been a kid to do that kind of game, I really can't picture a teenager doing anything of the sort if not for a challenge..."

Adam nodded pleased as he hummed his confirmation "I was a tad younger but I wanted to play with my older brothers who were around ten and eleven, at the time"

Kurt nodded understanding shining in his eyes "Dad said he was twelve when it happened to him, and that he vowed he would never do that to any child of his, so he was sort of stuck on how to handle it I guess"

Adam really wanted to know just how long Kurt's mom had been out of the picture, and also how could it be that with so much control he still seemed to know so little, or at least have a very insatiable thirst for any kind of knowledge.

He bit his lips trying to find a non offensive and not demanding way to ask and have his doubts cleared up. ~End of Part 3~ Next

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